For all my lovely tree hugging dirtbags out there! 🧗♂️
**My Climbing Partner Called Me Small. I Called Her Bluff.**
Mishka had a birthday tradition that I was first invited to 20 years ago when she turned 20. Her favorite climbing spot was a small mountain range buried deep in the California desert. Whenever I drove out there, either for her birthday parties or otherwise, I fell in love all over again with those rocks. And those bodies.
Going to Mishka’s birthday parties meant tons of fun. There were campfires, desert dancing, chicanery, and chippy climbs mostly in the 5.6 to 5.11 range.
There was a route there that started vertical but quickly rounded itself to a ledge before going mostly vertical again. It was a pretty simple route but the shape of it inspired people to call it “Riding Mishka.”
Mish was absolutely adorable. She inherited the best features from her Japanese mother and Portuguese father (who visited one year so we had to mostly behave). Like “Riding Mishka” her ass was rock hard and chiseled from climbing and hiking. She had almost no chest but Mishka always seemed to draw gazes from men and women alike when in her dusty climbing sports bra. The contours of her upper back muscles transitioned beautifully to her lats which then accentuated the valleys between and surrounding her modest breasts. When Mishka’s muscles were engaged in climbing, her nipples maintained an almost permanent hardness.
For her birthday, and as revenge for naming this shapely route after her in such a suggestive way, she started her annual tradition.
I remember her eyes were primal and wild when she turned on us that day ten years ago. “You want to ride this shit? At least take your fucking clothes off!” She picked on Karina first. “Ride me, bitch!”
And so Karina did. And so did everyone else there. We had topped out two lines going up “Riding Mishka” so we were able to go up two by two until everyone had a chance to send it to the top totally naked. Someone would volunteer to come down to belay Mishka so she could be the last one to the top. It was a lucrative belaying gig. Once she was up top we would sing happy birthday naked to Mishka and have an impromptu dance party.
I went to five more such parties through her 20s. Several of us friends were regulars, keeping the tradition alive. Eventually the cast of characters morphed and thinned as we all grew up, moved, started to raise families, or just naturally parted ways.
The day before her 30th birthday I decided on a whim to take the drive out to that patch of desert. I hadn’t been there in 4 years.
When I approached our old camping area, the scene was desolate. I didn’t really expect Mishka’s birthday party to be in full swing anymore. She herself had moved out of state. I don’t know what I was expecting. I guess I just wasn’t expecting to be totally alone. I was used to solo adventures though so I was prepared to enjoy my time regardless. I was also in better shape and had better gear, therefore able to top rope and even lead rope some easier lines. There was a back-door scramble up “Riding Mishka” and the anchors were still there so I was able to tie in a top rope by myself pretty easily.
Another tradition that grew from “Riding Mishka” was the slap. Once I striped down, got the harness back on, and roped in my self-rappel set up, I gave “Mishka’s” ass a hearty slap which reverberated nicely with the rocks behind me.
I remembered back to when I slapped Mishka’s real ass in this very spot. Once at her birthday party and once on our own we had met up to fuck right here. I looked over to my left to see where I had came from 30 feet up - as if evidence of our sexy acrobatics would still be visible on the dusty desert ground today.
I was prepping my gear for rappel at the top when I heard another slap. At first I thought “oh shit, my ass is hanging out for all to see” which was followed up by “it’s gotta be someone in the crew though!” I looked down.
It was Mishka!
I’ve never descended solo so fast. “Mish!” I cried out, not holding back on any emotions. Seconds later I was on the ground, pressing her into me and melting into her mouth.
Mishka eventually disengaged and tugged at my harness. “I’m going to need to borrow this. I sold my shit.”
“Absolutely.” I started unlocking my carabiners.
“Oh and let me borrow your binoculars, I forgot to bring them.” Mishka’s maturing face transformed right back into the impish grin that she often had back in her early 20s.
I narrowed my eyes at her but smiled. “Fuck Mish! You’re starting that already? You know I love your tits. I fucking worship them!”
“Itty bitty teenie tiny pee pee…,” Mishka took off her top and sports bra in tandem with a dance in her step.
“You’ll never let that go. Fuck.” I had to take a breath. She was still smoking hot.
Mishka knew full well that I was doing ok in the size department. Not setting records but good enough. She should know. I could see several locations where we made each other cum from where I was standing. At one point years ago she had thought I was making fun of her chest size so she pounced with her own playful teasing.
I took in her naked body again. It was beautiful in a thousand different ways. “I missed you Mish.”
“Ready?”
I nodded. “Belay on!”
It really was the best place to stand in the entire desert. Mishka even made a little show of it on the way up. During the production I noticed a few new tattoos as well on her inner thigh and lower back. She celebrated briefly at the top and started rappelling down. I yelled up at her, “Happy Fucking Birthday!”
I was ready to get my clothes back on, grab a beer, and catch up with her but Mishka had that look in her eye as she finished coming down. She glanced over at my car in the distance, “Are you the only one that showed up?”
I shrugged, “I think so. I didn’t see anyone…”
“I bet you could unlock a padlock with that dick, the way you fuck.” She spoke it towards the rock wall and turned her head just enough for me to catch her smirk.
I closed the gap pretty quickly and grabbed her left ass cheek. “Careful, Mish. I know a lot more rope work nowadays.” Her eyes widened in interest as my tongue entered her mouth in advance of my lips.
“Oh?” She smiled and brushed back some of her short black hair from her eyes. “Show me. Should I keep the harness on or off, tiny?”
“Fuck! Mish! Off, wait. On. Keep it on.” I went to grab my climbing bag with extra static rope. “You know I could say more shit about your flat ass chest but…”
Mishka interrupted, “but you love sucking on them too much huh Ray?”
I walked back and stood in front of her. “Sit down.” She immediately landed her naked ass on the dusty desert ground and looked up at me with a deviously innocent look on her face. My hand pressed firmly between her nipples which laid her back onto the ground with her knees up and pussy spread. I dropped the rope directly onto her belly.
I leaned over to kiss her again. With a hand on her forehead I whispered to her what I was about to do to her body and felt each and every nod in response.
My hand started right where her pussy met her inner thigh and I gently slid my fingers up to her knee and closed her lower leg to meet her thigh. There was enough spare rope to frog tie both of her legs. She kept her flexibility up. Good. Her belly flexed as she tested her limited mobility. With her thighs protruding from her harness at such a wide angle, every layer of her pussy was fully exposed to the desert air.
I told Mishka to hold the rope above her and pull up. I belayed her upward until she was rightened and then lifted several feet off the ground. Once she was exactly where I wanted her I tied the belaying rope off on a nearby palo verde tree. She felt my hard cock press onto her belly as I collected her wrists for a handcuff tie. Mishka silently stared into me all the while.
Her nipples pointed upward as I raised her tied wrists up to the rope that was supporting her. I connected her handcuff to the cord above her head with a prusik. She was able to grab hold and hoist herself up a little but the tie kept her hands elevated.
Satisfied, I pushed her chest and let her rotate and swing into the dry air. I walked towards my car.
“Hey what the fuck! You just going to leave me here?” Mishka broke her silence. I came back with a gallon of water which seemed to settle down her fears of abandonment.
“You’re fucking filthy Mish.” I poured the spring water down her chest and washed away the desert sand that had accumulated on the outside of her pussy lips. “Little fucking dirtbag.” With her chest and belly wet I grabbed a handful of climbing chalk and landed a white handprint over her breasts, on her cheek, and on her ass.
I rinsed myself off and stood in front of her. “You were always the strongest girl climbing. Do you still have it? Pull yourself up.”
She did. I took a step forward and aimed my cock directly under pussy. Her eyes lit up, finally seeing the game in action. “Haha - oh fuck you.”
“Fuck me.”
Mishka lowered herself. Her chest, oblique, and arm muscles rippled with the effort of making a controlled descent. My mouth matched with hers the moment her pussy enveloped my hard shaft.
I spoke directly onto her teeth, “fuck me.”
She found a rhythm with her pulling, which lifted and dropped her pelvic floor onto me with surprising steadiness. Her beautiful and rugged hands were solely responsible for fucking me. Every action from her fingers dictated how deep she went.
“Whoa.” Mishka broke character momentary when lettering herself rest. I didn’t move. Apparently it was uncomfortable lowering her self too much onto me.
“Fuck me.”
She did.
“Fuck me Mish.”
Sweat was streaming through the chalk strewn across her face and chest. Her hot breath strained itself towards my face with a quickening pace.
“Fuck me.”
Her tied up body contorted and she started relying on different muscle groups to keep her afloat. Her abs tensed and untensed while she grinded on my cock. Pussy juices and sweat caked the chalk and dirt that was still on her upper thigh.
“Fuck me.”
Her tugs were getting weaker and weaker. Her eyes were fiery but held flashes of strain and even panic.
“Fuck my tiny dick Mish.”
She squeezed out a brief smile but her face returned to exertion. For about a minute she held herself up steady with my cock deep inside her. Her scorching body in front of me meant that my cock wasn’t going to soften without cumming. And I was close.
Her hands lost strength and gravity took its full toll. I could feel her drop firmly on my hard cock, bottoming out. “Ow ow ow. off belay OW!!”
I immediately withdrew and let her rest within the harness. I wrapped an arm around her waist for further support and whispered a series of questions. Nod. I gently slapped her suspended arms for sensation. Nod. “Yeah, I’m ok.” Shake. Nod. I held her for a few minutes and let her catch her breath.
I undid her handcuff first. Then her left frog tie. Once she had a leg down she reacquainted herself with being able to touch the ground. I moved to the right leg but she interrupted. “Leave that one for now, tiny dic…” She started laughing before she could finish the statement. “FUCK that was hot!” she screamed at the canyon across from us. Her eyes returned to their original luster. “Fuck me from behind. And careful back there hot shot.”
And so I did. One hand wrapped around her belly and the other held her left nipple tight while I fucked her from behind. One leg was still tied making access very easy for fast thrusting. It really didn’t take long for my cum to stream out of her pussy down her only extended leg.
After a deep kiss I untied her right leg which left her able to stand. I went to unclip her carabiner but she interrupted me. “Ray, someone here hasn’t cum yet. I was too busy getting fucking tortured to cum before.”
Before I could protest such an accusation her hand lowered my head to her pussy and I swallowed my retort along with a small dose of our combined fluids. It didn’t take her swollen pussy long to reach an orgasm which echoed along the desert canyon walls.
Once she was fully unclipped and free of the harness we collapsed into a naked and sweaty heap and embraced while leaning our weight against the warm rock. Kissing and aftercare turned into the beginning of a much awaited conversation catching us up.