It was one of the first weekends with good weather after the winter, and I decided to go on a nice mountain walk.

I live in a city, about 1 hour away from a nice mountain. It’s not enormous; it’s full of real pathways - but big enough to be called a mountain.

I take the bus to the top of the mountain; it’s not that busy. There are only like 20 people on the bus.

On one of the stops, a young girl, visibly a lot younger than me, enters the bus - as I’m sitting close to the door, she asks me if she can sit next to me or if the seat is taken. I tell her she can sit there.

After a little while, I asked her; “Are you going to make the walk alone?”. She answered that she usually walks alone on Saturdays, as her mom simply doesn’t have the energy to walk 4/5 hours with her and her 3 sisters. But she mentioned she really liked the walk and the nature. I told her that I’m also walking alone and we can walk together if she wanted. She agreed, and we kept talking about random things on our way up to the mountain.

Once we were on top of the mountain, I offered to get something to drink first, as the walk down is a long path and it’s good to bring some extra drinks and snacks just in case. She mentioned her mom didn’t give her any money, so she couldn’t buy anything now. Of course, I offered to pay, and she accepted some chocolate bars and cola for on our way down.

We started walking, and I suddenly noticed how beautiful this girl actually is. She had the body of a goddess. She was about 1.52m tall and slim.

As we were walking out of the shop on top of the mountain, the wind was blowing through her long brown hair, and I could smell the gentle smell of fresh rose oil in her hair. There wasn’t much ass to look at, but I really loved what I saw in those tight yoga pants.

After checking to see if we got everything, we started to walk towards the path. She agreed we were ready and set to go.

We spoke about some random stuff: the trees that are still without leaves, cute dogs passing by, the beautiful view we had on our walk so far, and then she asked why I was walking alone. I told her I just moved to this country and I didn’t really make a lot of friends here yet, that she’s actually one of the first girls I’ve met in this country. She smiled hearing that. She mentioned she also didn’t have a lot of friends because people think she’s a bit weird. I guaranteed her that I don’t think she’s weird, but in fact, she’s very pretty, and I told her I think it’s just jealousy of the girls. I told her they might be jealous because she’s getting all the attention from the boys. She told me she wished it was like that, but the boys also didn’t seem to be interested in her. I told her that if I were a few years younger, I’d definitely try to conquer her heart. She smiled again and said I’m funny, but she’s only 14 - so there wouldn’t be a chance her mom would agree to that.

As we were walking further down, we kept talking about all kinds of things. She likes horseback riding, gymnastics, she has to take a bit of care of her sisters, she has a hamster, and she likes to eat unhealthy food, but her mom doesn’t allow her because then she wouldn’t be fit enough for her gymnastic lessons. We really had a nice time together, walking down the mountain. After an hour or 1.5, I told her, speaking about being fit, let’s take a short break and rest here a bit?

We sat down on a tree trunk, and I lit up a cigarette. She asked me if she could have one too. After telling her it’s better not to, she insisted. I gave her my cigarette, and the poor girl started to cough her lungs out. She asked me how it was possible I didn’t cough after that, and I told her I’ve been smoking since I was 13, so 21 years now. She looked at me with her eyes wide open and asked: are you 34 now? I told her she’s good at math and smiled at her. She told me she thought I was 25, and her mom is so going to kill her if she figures out she walked with me. I told her, then don’t tell her - nothing wrong with a friendship, right? She agreed, and we both stared a bit in quietness at the small flow of water in front of us.

This moment of silence made me think, and I started to think about her. I was thinking about her cute voice, next to me in bed - while she was hugging me. Me on my back, her head on my shoulder - her arm on my belly. I got a bit lost in thoughts, and suddenly she asked; are you okay? With a little stutter, I confirmed I was, and I told her, maybe we should get going again? She agreed, we stood up, and started walking again.

We had already spoken a lot, so this time the conversation was at a slower pace. We still talked about random stuff, like her taste in music, that she was following gymnastics classes for the past 7 years already, the types of movies she watched, and how sometimes she feels sad that the boys don’t like her as much as the other girls. I told her that it’s definitely not her. She should be confident and not let her mood get destroyed by that. The boys they don’t know what they’re missing out on, she’s fun to be around with, and she thanked me for that.

I looked around and I saw nobody around on the path. I asked her if she wanted to sit down again, as we’d been walking for another hour or so.

She agreed, and we found a nice rock to sit on. I told her that I’m really happy to meet her today. She smiled and said the same. I looked at her, and with a shy and confused voice, she asked me: “What are you looking at?” I told her, “I’m looking at you”. She smiled a bit, and I told her I really liked her and that she’s really cool. She smiled, but didn’t say anything. I asked her; “Would it be weird if I asked you if it’s okay to kiss you?”. She looked at me, confused, happily but shyly she said: “Ehm, a little?”. “You’re 34, and I’m only 14” she added. I looked at her and said: “But I really like you.” She didn’t say anything, so I grabbed her hand softly and gave a little kiss on it. She smiled, but still didn’t say anything. I held her hand and softly pulled her a bit closer to me. She didn’t object; in fact, she actually moved a bit closer to me herself. I looked her in her eyes and I told her: “God, you’re so beautiful”. She giggled a bit, and I put my hand in her neck. Gently squeezing her neck, pushing her head closer to me as my head moved closer to her. She didn’t object, as I whispered: “So ... can I?” In her soft giggle, I could hear a gentle but doubtful moan of approval. I got a small kiss on my lips, and she pulled her head back. She smiled, and shy as she became, she looked down at the ground, with my hand still in her neck. I told her: “But a real kiss?”. She replied with: “But I’ve never done that...”. I told her it’s fine, and to just come back to me. She didn’t say a thing, but I pushed her back to me, and we started French kissing.

I moved my hand from her neck to her back, and I laid my other hand on top of her leg. She was leaning on the rock with 1 hand, but she laid her other hand on top of mine. We kept kissing, and I moved my hand from her back to the back of her head; it felt so nice and good.

I could tell she wasn’t very experienced, but I could also tell she was really enjoying every second of it.

She lifted up her hand, and I could feel she was moving it around a bit nervously, not sure where to put it. So I took her hand and moved it up towards my head.

She understood it. Her hand was now on the back of my hand, and she started to pull my head tighter to her face as the kissing intensified.

We heard people laughing in the distance, so we quickly stopped and moved our hands off each other. I looked at her and told her; no way you didn’t do that before; you knew what to do.” She smiled and said, “ Nooo, I swear - I never did that before!” I asked her, “Well, did you like it?” She confirmed and said, “Yeah, but those stupid people over there bothered us”. I laughed and told her the day is still young; we have all the time. We waited in awkward silence for the people to pass and for them to disappear behind the treelines again. These were the longest 5 minutes of my life.

She looked at me, and I looked at her. I told her, “What are you waiting for? Come!”

I didn’t have to tell her that twice; she put her hand on the back of my head, and we started French kissing again. I laid my hand on her upper back, and when I noticed her breathing became stronger and heavier, I slowly started moving my hand down her back. My fingers were trying to lift her shirt up for a cm, just to get under her shirt. As my finger touched her skin, she stopped and asked me what I was doing. I told her, “Nothing, just continue”. Which she did.

My hand moved under her shirt on her lower back. Her skin was so soft and warm. Her breathing intensified as she continued to kiss me.

A gentle moan escaped my throat, and she asked me, “Do you like it?” I said, “If I like it?! I love it, don’t stop!”. She smiled before she said, “Me too”and continued.