CLIMBING TO CLIMAXING

The first time I went rock climbing outside, it was a cool october day. I was tired and sore from a day's hard work and the sun was going down, when my partner climbed on me as I hit the crash pad. My partner went down on me, and, since it was the end of the day and most people had gone home, I moaned for more. We went back to the car, the sun went down, and we fucked harder than ever before. When it was dark out, the windows steamed up, and as I was climaxing, we saw headlights approaching us. We scrambled to put some clothing on. I stayed in the back seat, and my partner explained to the young teenage park ranger that we were just leaving...