HNT at 13,000 Feet.

We woke up to something very unusual here Yesterday morning: cloudy skies and rain coming down.  They don’t call this the high desert based on frequent precipitation. So when I woke Mistress up at around 6:30 am, I told her that there was a cloud hanging over our plans to scale our local peak.

The weather report suggested it would be a rainy day, with afternoon thunder and lightning. Believe me, you don’t want to hike for 7 hours, a good chunk of it over tree line, dodging lightning bolts and getting soaked.

AS we considered our options, we did make productive use of our time though. Mistress read my abbreviated blog as I worshipped, then after making sure her cock was appropriately rigid, she pushed me onto my back.

“I think I’m in the mood for riding it this morning, Slave.”

It was a good sign that she was not saving all that energy for the mountain.

She rode it most capably, to a couple of bone rattling cums, then let me finish the job on top.  It would have been tempting to just go back to sleep at that point, but we are a little too macho for our own good.

I stepped out onto the patio and saw some glimpes of blue popping through the clouds.

“Maybe we take our shot, Mistress, we may be able to get up and over this cloud layer.”

She agreed, so we packed up our lunch and water, laced up our boots and hopped in the mobile UCTMW unit for the 30 minute drive to the trail head, at about 10,000 feet.

And my intuition had been right. By the time we hit the trail the sun had broken through, and our climb ( a little less that three hours) featured partly cloudy skies, lots of sun, and amazing views across two states.

The benefit of doing this after Labor day was that there were few hikers sharing the trail with us. We crossed paths a few times with three outdoorsy guys from Boise, making the strip to this particular peak for the first time.  They passed us in the final ¼ mile, so when we summated, I expected to see then at the top….. but…. Nada.

It turned out they got confused, took another trail, and were hiking on another mile or so to the 2^nd highest peak in Mew Mexico. Oops.

I was hoping they’d take a picture of the two of us at the top. But their absence provided an even better opportunity.

“How about some worship, Mistress….”

Would you be surprised to know that Mistress was more than game to slide out of her hiking shorts, spread those delectable thighs, and accept a little reward for her long climb to the top?

Just like the lunch we scarfed down afterwards, her taste and aroma clearly were enhanced by the setting and altitude and our hard work getting there.

Double yum.