Just a Poncho

I had just a single image in my head as I started writing, and then that spawned a whole, fleshed out story. Hope you enjoy whatever I typed out!

They were almost hypnotizing, and I found my eyes glued to them, motivating me to keep walking.

The day had been beautiful when my feet had first hit the hiking trail, and I had relished the feeling of the warm sunshine on my skin. The day had looked so promising when I’d woken up that morning, and I knew that I needed to soak up the sunshine. Eating breakfast out on my patio, I never checked the weather forecast once before deciding to take a hike out on the nature trail instead of hitting the gym. Instead of being under a roof when the downpour hit, I was out here, getting absolutely soaked.

The only saving grace was that my phone and keys were safely in the small belt pouch around my waist, safe from the rain that covered every inch of my tired body. The clouds carrying all of that rain hadn’t appeared until about a quarter of the way through the hike when I was deep in the forest. As the sky darkened above me, I didn’t even notice until stepping through the tree line at the halfway mark and seeing the torrential downpour off in the distance. You could normally see for miles across the rolling hills, but the view was obstructed by mother nature. Tossing my ear buds into the belt pouch and taking one worried chug of water, I turned on my heel and started to quickly make my way back towards my car, but I wouldn’t be quick enough.

The rain started before I got back out of the woods, and there was a mile left until the parking lot. There was no point in running, because in seconds, I was already soaked to the bone. There were a few people ahead of me in the same boat, and they had all resigned themselves to the same fate.

About twenty feet in front of me, there was a large bear of a man who had been my focus ever since the rain began. He had apparently been barely up the trail when the rain hit because I hadn’t seen him until he had to turn around and cut his hike short. He was wearing a gray shirt so wet that it was now black, and a pair of bright yellow shorts that barely went past his ass to cover any of those thick, tanned thighs.

As we kept walking in soaked shoes that squeaked with every step, he turned back for just a second, and I looked down at the ground just in time to avoid his gaze. Looking back up, I saw that he was turned back around and now taking off that wet shirt, struggling to pull it over his chest. He was tan all over, and I watched as his hairy torso was revealed as the shirt was finally pulled over his head. He used the ruined fabric to wipe the rain out of his eyes, and then he tried to use it as a hood over his head.

His yellow shorts were now totally visible, and as the rain kept pouring down, that fabric pelted itself to his meaty ass, hypnotizing me with every step. The exact curvature of those globes was revealed, and the fabric began to become a bit see-through, showing that he was going commando and was very hairy down here as well. The sagging waistband also showed that he wasn’t actually tan all over.

With the elastic slipping a bit, I saw a sliver of untanned skin appear at his waist, and then the top of his crack appeared. I could feel myself getting hard in my own shorts that were probably glued to each thigh, and I tried to readjust myself, but it was too late. The thought of his hairy bush showing above his shorts in the front had me turned on now, and I was imagining that thick hog showing through the thin, transparent material.

Wishing that I’d left my ear buds in so that I could focus on some loud, blaring music, I just tried my best to stare off into the distance and ignore the sex god in front of me walking almost naked. Another minute slowly ticked by, and finally, the sight of cars appeared through the mist.

We were all walking faster now, and the parking lot got closer and closer until my feet finally landed on gravel. The couple at the front of our group headed off to the right, and me and my mystery man headed left where our cars were parked right beside each other. He got to his truck first, opened up the tailgate and hopped up onto it. Reclining on his hands, he spoke for the first time.

“Fucking awful luck, right?”

This should have yielded a simple response, but I could only stammer out a yeah before blushing.

“I think I’m waiting it out here until the rain ends so that I don’t soak my interior.”

I almost commented that I should do the same to watch the view, but I just said that I would chance it. Walking around to the driver’s side of my car, I pulled up my shirt to grab my key, and that’s when I remembered the poncho that I had in the trunk.

Idiot!

I should have grabbed that before I started the hike, but then I remembered that it had still been sunny when I left the parking lot. At least I could use it now. Walking back, I quickly unlocked my trunk, grabbed it, and slammed the trunk closed again.

“I think it’s a little too late for that, bud.”

“At least I can use it as a tent to change clothes.”

“You have a spare outfit?” His grin widened on his handsome face now. “Or are you going to drive home butt naked?”

Hearing the words butt naked come out of his mouth had me stiffening up again, and I was now so thankful that I had the poncho to cover myself.

“We’re going to see how dry my underwear is- if not, it’s a naked drive.”

“Hell yeah, brother.”

I should have walked back around my car to start stripping, but for some reason, I started to pull my shirt off under that dark green poncho right there as he watched. That would luckily be the hardest layer to get off, and I made it happen. Throwing the shirt onto the back of my car, it landed with an audible thud.

I was reaching for my shorts now under the poncho, and those slid down my legs easily. Patting at my underwear as I unlatched my waterproof little phone pouch, I felt that they were soaked too. Based on the smirk on his face, he’d realized as well.

Shimmying out of them, I let him watch as my white, soaked briefs landed on my shorts in a pool around my ankles.

“Fuck man, I would have paid to see you standing there in some soaked whitey tighties.”

He let out a deep belly laugh, and I joined in as I stepped out of my clothes to stand naked under just a thin poncho. And then, I was standing there without the poncho.

The wind had suddenly picked up, and in just a second, a gust flew up my poncho and caused it to go airborne and fly across the parking lot leaving me standing there naked and half-erect in front of this stranger who just began to laugh harder. I frantically tried to cover myself, but the damage was done.

The cool rain did nothing to ease the blush on my cheeks, and he just patted the tailgate beside him.

“C’mon show-off, wait out the storm with me. I’ve got some extra towels that we can dry off with before we head our separate ways.”

I should have just grabbed my keys and dashed back into my car to drive away, but for some reason, I left my clothes on my trunk and joined him, naked as a jaybird in that empty parking lot. The rain would last another five minutes, but we found a way to keep ourselves occupied until then…