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Hikers

By: romancer



My wife Anne and I are regular hikers, less regular but no less enthusiastic campers, and live about 2 hours from the heart of the Smoky Mountains (yep, that's how it's spelled) in classic American suburbia. We're empty nesters in our early 50s, with adult kids well launched, in comfortable financial means, and each holding down jobs that we like and that let us get away when we want to, to detox in Nature.

So it was that a month ago we were camping in TN, hiking up near the NC border. It was a Thursday, in-season but off-holiday time. We'd pitched our tent Wednesday evening after the drive to the mountains, enjoyed a camp supper with our usual wine after (no alcoholic beverages allowed signage be damned), and reveled in the number of stars we could see after dark. As was our habit and somewhat in recognition of our ages (ok, my age), we were deferring lovemaking until we were well acclimated, so had gotten up Thursday morning, and without ado, had a light breakfast, and set out driving to the trailhead of a loop hike we'd read about but never done. 

The trail was well maintained, part of the National Park system, being in the Smokies proper. It was rated moderate on one map, strenuous in a book we had, and we were finding it not particularly rough, but unrelentingly up! OK, I hike a little faster, but not much by any stretch, and then only on the uphills, so I was happy to let her lead, which she did without permission. Her fear of snakes was something we always dealt with, but on that day, she seemed impervious and just pushed on. Huffing and puffing, we hiked for a good two hours at a good clip, both sweating steadily in the summer heat, even up at the moderate Smokies elevations, and being thankful the bugs were about nonexistent. Anne's hiking shirt was soaked, as was mine. Hers however, was showing off the lovely contours of her breasts as we went, that inimitable rhythm of them reminding me with the occasional glimpse I got (I was behind her, remember?) of just how fortunate I was to be married to, if not a health nut, at least a health fan, as well as an all-woman female. She was still wearing a tank top underneath the shirt, but that was soaked, too, so the effect was almost braless.

While we'd had an adventurous fantasy life of sorts, and had tried the usual light kinks, we always came back to basic skin-to-skin, enthusiastic oral-genital and genital-genital sex, with lots of orgasms on her part and sufficient ones on mine, when it came to the bedroom. Ropes and mild pain and costuming and such just didn't do it for us. A bit of exhibitionism was nice on occasion, and we both enjoyed, again on occasion, watching quality erotica, rare as it is, but we'd never swapped, never cheated on each other that I knew of, never really gotten off on anal - pretty vanilla all around, I'd say.

So, there we were, sweating and hiking and enjoying getting the heart rates up, and pausing momentarily when there was a view, which was rare due to the season, and sometimes chatting but mostly just pushing on, upwards, each calculating the calories being burnt, the dinner we were going to justify having - or that's what I was thinking about, anyway, between parts where the path would widen and I could catch up and get another reminder of those great breasts, and on we went. OK, I'll admit, I was also apprehensive about bears and was keeping a sharp eye and ear out for them, replanning what to do if we encountered cubs, a mother, a sole male, etc. Not sure my plans would ever come to any benefit for us, but at least I'd thought it through, right?

As we went, my mind wandered, but not far from Anne. Finally, at a water stop she initiated, I convinced her to take off her shirt. "Hey, hon, you know it would be fine with me if you went topless, but at least take off the shirt - it's keeping you hotter than you need to be, and we haven't seen a single other hiker on this trail in two hours. You'd feel better, and I'd be able to forget about the strain of hiking by having you displaying as we went." Convincing argument, I thought.

To my surprise, she went along with it, taking off the shirt and tying around her waist (along with the water bottle belt). "OK, buster - now off with yours too," she countered, smiling.

I knew my light backpack straps would chafe if I did that, so I convinced her to keep her shirt off and for me to just unbutton mine and with its tails untucked anyway, give me some ventilation as well. Thus attired, we set off again, our hiking sticks making a dull click-clack along the path as upwards we trekked.

Finally, we reached what we hoped like hell was the top of the trail. Not much, no sign, but a bend around the side of a mountain, with a crude bench and a widening of the path right there, and a slight downslope following it. "Maybe another teaser," I said, since there had already been several short downhills that just turned back into the uphill trek. If it had been winter we'd have had great views of the Smokies, but with everything greened in, we were pretty much just in the forest with the trail falling off precipitously on one side as we went.

"Teaser number 5, I think," Anne said, and kept going. I followed.

Another couple hundred yards passed, and it became clear we were finally on the real downslope finally, back to the start and our car and that cooler in the back of it with the cans of lemonade and air conditioning and all those other civilized accoutrements.

The tough part over, both our spirits had risen, clearly, and we were chatting again, discussing whether we should grocery shop for camp supper or just go to one of the restaurants within close driving range (if you've figured out where we were, you'll know there are several good ones besides the usual all-you-can-eat fare). Just as we were enjoying the gentle slope downward, we came around a bend and encountered the Rankins (or so we were later to find out).

It was at a sharp bend, so we didn't see each other until we were almost within touch. At first, it seemed all typical - couple, married no doubt, of our age, just out for a hike, he shirtless, she in what I took for a black running bra type top. She had short hair and was brunette, attractive without being show-stopping. They didn't have hiking sticks as we did, so they were no doubt working even harder than we were, assuming the halves of the trail were twins, each leading up and up, until the bend we'd recently passed, rewarding with a gentle down and down back to the parking lot trailhead.

As hikers do, we said a cheery "Hi," and they reciprocated. We both stopped, and they asked how far to the apex. We replied it was only another ten minutes or so up, and commiserated with them that it was indeed a tough hike upwards without respite. Somewhere in all that, I registered (sorry, I was pretty tired, ok?) that she was wearing, not a sports bra or an athletic top, but a real, black lace, see-through bra! 'Not sure if I said anything for the next 30 seconds or so after my epiphany, but during that time, I managed to refocus and realize a number of things. They were about our age, maybe a couple of years younger, and fit. They were as hot and tired as we, so they'd shed their tops - he was topless, blond and body-hairless, with what I calculated was pretty good from a woman's point of view - good pecs, nice shoulders, only a bit of a gut which was understandable given the ages, wearing shorts and carrying a light backpack that probably held their tops. She was more voluptuous than Anne - probably a 36C at least, maybe D, from the way her breasts were trying to overwhelm the confines of the bra, spilling over a bit while forming a very nice valley as well, and reconfirming it was a demi-bra, not something hikers would wear. Otherwise, she was also in good shape, with an abdomen that she'd worked to keep, as had Anne, good legs, I guessed maybe 5'7" and a bit heavier than Anne per inch, but that meant softer curves - sort of a Sophia Loren to my Anne's Brigitte Bardot, to take us all back.

All that registered, I fast-forwarded to the present, hauled my eyes from looking at her breasts that were showing her nipples trying to meet my gaze, up to her eyes that may have been laughing, enjoying my catching up to all this, I supposed. Meanwhile, the conversation had continued. She was Sandy, he was John, they were occasional hikers and occasional visitors to the Smokies. I figured they weren't as serious in their hiking as we were, hence the lack of sticks and hence her not being in a sports bra capable of confining her generous breasts. They admitted to having been surprised at how hot and how hard the trail had turned out to be, as had we. During all this, I was trying like hell not to stare at Sandy's breasts, dark nipples visible through the lace, and noticed when not visually glued to them, that John was similarly enjoying the sight of Anne's chest, soaked and practically transparent as her top had become.

Seeing they appeared not to have brought water, we offered them some, and they took us up on it gladly, pretty much draining more than a pint between them. Fortunately, we were well stocked and as well as being on the easy half of the trail, still having plenty to see us through the several miles yet to go. They were effusive in their thanks, and we were as effusive in being glad to be able to help out that way.

We wished them well, they us, and we parted, continuing. As we hiked pretty much in silence, I reflected on how gorgeous Sandy was, those curves, those dark nipples trying to call to me through the lace, those curves. 

Eventually, I asked Anne about them, suggested she must have enjoyed the cheesecake he presented. She said she didn't notice, didn't think he was particularly hot. I sensed she was dissing him to disguise her attraction, but that was a guess. Pressing, she admitted she thought Sandy was pretty out there, hiking in that get-up (a bit of green eye emerging?). I told Anne she could shed her top anytime she pleased as far as I was concerned, and that I was pretty sure John had appreciated her form as well, thanks to the sweat-soaked thin material of it. Anne seemed surprised by that, looked down, and realized how exposed she'd been. "You should have told me!" she cried, as I laughed.

"I thought you knew - after all, they're your breasts, can't you control their behavior?" I laughed. Blushing and trying to dismiss it, she said he probably had other things on his mind, that I was a dirty old man, the usual. I thought I'd caught her red-handed, metaphorically.

Anyway, we continued the hike, got back to the car with her well re-shirted well before we got there. No sign of the Rankins. I didn't really expect the timing to work, but did mildly regret missing another look at Sandy in all her see-through glory. We downed prepositioned sodas from our cooler enroute back to the campground, showered, much refreshed, had a cold beer, and considered the evening.

An hour later, we were at the only "foodie" place nearby, Miss Nellie's. Seated at a table, each in casual tops, shorts and sandals, we were perusing the menu when John Rankin interrupted us. 

"Hey, fellow hikers," he started. "You were right, only up a bit farther, and then a nice easy trek back to the car. We were about to get discouraged in the heat, so thanks for the information on the trail, and for the water!"

"No problem," I said, seeing Sandy joining beside him. "That was a tougher trail than we'd expected ourselves. Care to join us?"

"Sure," John said, and we shared a light supper, talking about mountains and favorite places and food. It turned out they lived about 2 hours from us, had very different backgrounds but we had similar lives with no kids at home, comfortable economically, loved the mountains, and so forth.

The meal over, we'd settled up - John tried to nab the check, but I beat him to it and we compromised on splitting it, not that it appeared either of us would be sorely taxed by the modest amount. As we stood to go, John said, "Well, the least you can do is come back to our place for a drink. We at least owe you a drink, and I'm not talking water this time. I've got some pretty decent bourbon, and the wine rack is well stocked as well. We've rented this all-inclusive place, so if we don't use the stuff, it just goes to waste."

Looking at Anne for corroboration and getting it, I accepted and we agreed to split up, Sandy riding with me and Anne with John, since their place was a rented cabin not immediately obvious due to the roads' lack of signs and such.

We left the restaurant, the sky still light, and headed up the mountain. Sandy looked fine in a jersey wraparound dress that tied at the waist. I'd always wondered about those dresses - was it just wrap, as in if you pulled the tie, did the whole thing come open? She filled it out and then some, lovely cleavage not revealing whether it was bra-supported or not - tantalizing but not overt. She was a pleasant riding companion, and between glances to take in her legs and imagine the entire package, I couldn't resist getting in my thoughts. 

"Sandy, I've got to tell you, you were a magnificent sight out there on the trail today. You looked physically exercised, but the view was, um, gratifying."

"Oh, that!" she laughed. "Sorry about that - we hadn't seen anyone else on the trail. We were so hot, and hadn't really planned to hike anyway when we left, just wanted to drive a bit and maybe take a wade in the stream down by the trailhead. Once there, though, we got sucked into the idea of hiking it, the distance didn't seem too far, and our map said moderate, so we headed out. It wasn't until we'd been at it for hours that we knew we'd made a mistake, but typical us, we were willing to see it through rather than turn back. I'd shed that top maybe 20 minutes earlier, after John had offed his. He said I was just showing off for the bears, but I really didn't expect to be showing off for anyone else. We were so surprised to run into you, there wasn't time for me to put the shirt back on without making things even more obvious, so I stuck it out. John, of course, was enjoying it the whole time and teased me about flashing you all the way down the trail. I did note and he did readily admit, by the way, that he was enjoying looking at Anne as much as he was guessing you were at me. Frankly, I suspect both Anne and I were checking out you two as well, I know I was.

"Oh? Well, sorry to have disappointed by being dressed - if I'd only known, I'd have stripped down too!" I laughed, as did she, and she said something about a raincheck on that. We were immediately relaxed with each other, and as we went, I entertained all manner of salacious thoughts about Sandy, and a bit about John and Anne. Maybe . . . 

After about 20 minutes, we got to their cabin, a secluded spot but one of those modern log cabin things that looks more like a half million dollars or so went into it. The front door was fine, but the wraparound back porch deck was stunning. After a short tour of the house and the great view of mountains in the distance, I followed Sandy inside. John and Anne weren't there yet. Sandy's ass looked fine in the soft clingy material dress, her taut legs leading the way. She showed me into the big, and I mean big, open kitchen/living room area and grabbed a glass and a bottle of white wine out of the fridge for herself. 

"Please don't stand on ceremony, Steve. The bar's over there, there's beer in the fridge, and you're welcome to some of this or we've got various reds if you prefer."

"Thanks, I think I'll wait on John anyway. If he's going to get into the bourbon, I'll keep him company, but I'm sure not going to invade his bar, regardless of your kind invitation."

"Up to you," she said, and set about assembling a plate of fruit, cheeses and crackers and such.

John and Anne arrived about 10 minutes later, no real explanation given or asked, but with Anne seeming a bit distracted. Naturally, I began to wonder, and realized it was an enticing delay I was imagining, not fraught with jealousy but with eroticism.

John did indeed offer to hit the bourbon, so while Anne got some of whatever Sandy was having, I followed John's lead in accepting a healthy hit of Jefferson's with drops of branch - fine stuff if you're not familiar - with ice water sides. Settling in next to our spouses on the facing couches that flanked the big fireplace (no fires there tonight - it was still warm for the mountains but by then had cooled to the comfortable low 70s or so), we all felt quite ok with the world. 

As we sampled the snacks, we traded stories and backgrounds - nothing extraordinary, similar enough to have a bit of sympatico, different enough to be individuals. We all enjoyed the mountains, and we all enjoyed enjoying about whatever came our way within the bounds of keeping out of real trouble and being kind to fellow humans. Somewhere along the line, John produced a joint, and we passed it around. It wasn't a major stone, but I know I felt pretty damned mellow after a bit.

Sandy finally broke into the topic we'd all probably been hoping would come up yet were reticent to raise ourselves, saying, "So, I think maybe I scandalized you two with my attire this afternoon."

"Oh no!" Anne chirped, "We're not quite that easy to scandalize."

"I think we aren't either - all of us have been about long enough not to let that put is off, I suppose. But, since you say so, what's the most scandalous thing you've ever done?"

"Uh, this is trading scandals, right? We tell, then you tell?"

"Oh, absolutely," Sandy agreed, and snuggled closer to John, laying her hand on his thigh just above the knee, a nice wifely thing not entirely devoid of sensuality, as we all registered, I guessed.

"Take it away, Anne," I smiled, not knowing just how she was going to react to this or which of the ever so mild scandalous things she might pick, either as the most or as the most she was willing to reveal at the moment.

"Oh, thanks a lot, Galahad," she shot back, but I could tell she wasn't really miffed. "Well, I guess it was when we went skinny dipping in a neighbor's pool. We thought they were out of town, and they'd always said we were welcome to come over for a swim anytime, so we put on suits, strolled through the gate separating our yards, and were enjoying just swimming in the dark - it was about 10, I think. Galahad here figured we were overdressed, so he talked me out of my bikini, and he tossed his trunks along with my suit onto the diving board, which was just high enough to be out of my reach. We were just coasting, floating on our backs or paddling around, talking quietly about which constellations we could find in the sky, when all of a sudden, the underwater pool lights came on! 

"I about jumped out of my skin, then realized I was naked and someone had turned on the lights, and between sputtering out a lungful of water I took in at the surprise, was thrashing about, heading for the diving board, as if I could reach it. Galahad here was about to drown, too, as I recall, but not from surprise or embarrassment, rather just from laughing at me! Meanwhile, the supposed out-of-towners appeared, fully clothed, on the deck, and turned on all the patio lights to boot. I was scandalized and I'd have to say, pretty pissed off!"

"So, then what?" laughed Sandy and John. The three of us were cracked up hearing Anne's rendition. "C'mon, you can't not finish!"

"I can tell I'm getting lots of sympathy with you guys!" Anne fake-complained. "Well, while I treaded water and wondered just how visible I was, Steve here just blithely got out of the pool, stark ass naked, and full frontally, casual as all hell about it, called out to them across the pool, 'Sorry, we thought you guys were out of town and decided to take you up on that standing offer,' or something like that, while he put on his trunks. Then, rather than tossing my suit to me, he leaned over and offered me a hand, and idiot me, not thinking clearly enough not to take it, got hoisted out of the water and scrambled to get my bikini back on. The couple were clearly enjoying the sights, and invited us in, but I wasn't going there, so we managed to say our goodbyes and get out of there."


Hikers



"Yeah," I chimed in, "and when we got back to our house, I had some major making up to do, which in itself turned out great - Anne was very forgiving that night, as I recall." I remembered Anne that night, initially mad as hell but quickly calmed, and then remarkably hot in the bedding that soon followed. 

I think Sandy and John got the innuendo, and I know from Anne's blush that she did.

"How about you guys?" I continued. 

"Um, let me see, do you want to take the turn or have me do it?" he asked, turning to Sandy.

"Oh, you for sure." she answered.

"OK, let me see. Scandalous, eh? Well, I guess maybe it was when we had some friends over one night and got into a bit too much wine and weed. There were six of us, and none of us were in any condition to drive, so we agreed that they could all go home the following morning, and started by sitting around, listening to some fine music, a fire in the fireplace, lights dimmed. The girls said they were going to get some snack stuff for us and they disappeared into the kitchen. We three guys were just mellowed out, when the three girls came running through the room, in one door and out the other, all stark naked. I never did find out who instigated it, but there we were with three nude nymphs cavorting in front of us, albeit only for a couple of seconds before disappearing. We were all laughing to beat the band by that time. About 5 minutes later, the girls reappeared, dressed - all three in simple dresses as I recall, barefoot - not much to take off or put back on, very conveniently.

"Well, naturally, they started egging us on to do the same, and of course, we were all for it, so we three guys got up, went to the kitchen, tossed our clothes in a heap, and came running out as the girls had, flashing the living room. What we didn't notice was that Carrie, one of the girls, wasn't there when we ran through. What we definitely noticed, though, was that when we got back to the kitchen, our clothes were gone! Those three had cooked up the scheme and pulled it off perfectly, us thinking it was about seeing them naked, them actually finding a way to stick us with having to stay naked. Carrie, obviously, had followed us through the back, and as soon as we left the kitchen, she made the grab of our clothes. Never, ever, trust a woman doing wine and weed - words to the wise."

He paused, and we waited, then had to echo their words to us: "So then what? C'mon, you can't not finish!" Anne and I chimed together.

"Oh. Oh, ok. Well, then there we were, in the kitchen with no clothes. We talked it over and decided we could either go modest with scant dish towels or something - or, we could just saunter out again, our goods all exposed, and see what would happen next."

"And?" we laughed together.

"And the girls seemed appreciative. We all settled down next to our partners, with the ladies all getting plenty of viewing opportunities before and yet to come. We tried to act like nothing had happened, but pretty soon, nature intervened all around, and the guys were getting aroused, and we all started groping, and pretty soon all three couples were at it, hot and heavy, right there a couple of feet from each other, on the carpeting, making good use of various pillows as well. Let me tell you, I'm not sure there is much hotter than making love to your dearest while watching live porn on each side of you! I could tell, it drove us guys to try to excel, and it seemed to be appreciated by all three women!"

"It was a gas!" Sandy chimed in, giggling. "It worked out perfectly, as Carrie had followed just close enough not to be discovered, but yet to grab their clothes and stash them - I don't recall where - before they got back. We got to sit there and have two new bods each to check out, and then we got to relieve our tensions with our own guys while picking up some style tips along the way! It sounds a lot grosser than it was, I guess, but it was hot!"

"Whew," Anne whispered. 

"Well, you win, for sure!" I said, somewhat enviously.

"I can only think of one thing that might be hotter, but we've never gone there," John continued.

"Got any more of that bourbon?" I asked, not really needing it. John rose and headed into the next room to fetch, and I followed him. As we left, I saw Anne head down the hall to the bathroom and guessed Sandy would probably follow, it having been enough wine by now to have us all in need.

"John, I think I know what you mean," I said, my voice lowered, as he poured us fresh ones. "Are you talking about mixing up the partners?"

"Well, yeah - you interested in that?"

"I would be, not sure Anne is. We've done a bit of the fantasy in the bedroom from time to time on that scenario, but never gone farther. Of course, Sandy is incredibly attractive, as I think Anne is, but I have no idea what they think about us two, and I'd hate to just botch, much less actually do relationship damage by pressing the issue."

"Well, off the record, Sandy and I discussed this after seeing you two on the trail, and she seemed all for it, although we really didn't think we'd ever run into you two again. When we saw you at the restaurant, we confirmed with each other, and so I'm pretty sure there's no reluctance on her part - you came off as a nice guy and a gentleman out on the trail, and I could hardly keep my eyes off Anne - she really is gorgeous, as I'm sure you appreciate - so we're in. Any ideas on how best to get Anne to go along? We've got a hot tub out on the deck, and it's great for soaking and other underwater activities."

"Well, the wine and weed are a great start - she is particularly horny with that combination. But the hot tub sounds like something she'd see through. How about it if we reprise your streaking?"

"Ha, that would be good," he said agreeing. "But they'll see the clothes swipe coming. Wait, if we go the way I'll lead, and they do the same, I can lock that door to the hallway while they're in the kitchen, and they'll find a dead end - should be fun, even if it doesn't lead to anything!"

"OK," I said, and started to pull off my shirt.

"But first, I've gottta take a leak," said John, ducking into the half bath just down a hallway.

"Good idea," I said as he came out a moment later, and went and relieved myself as well.

Refreshed, I got back to the shirt thing and as I put it aside, John followed suit. I knew we were each going to check out the other. I was relieved he wasn't hauling around porn star equipment, but I could tell he was a size bigger than I am, at least soft he was. We were both circumcised, if that mattered to anyone. All that took about a second, as we stripped off completely, stood straight up, and were a bit awkward about what next.

"You know best how this goes from now on," I said. "And Anne isn't going to be disappointed, I'd say, not that I noticed!"

Chuckling with me, he reciprocated, "No, neither is Sandy - you're just her type!", whatever that meant. "I mean, it's like we're reciprocals - blond vs brunette, no hair vs some chest hair there, and she likes chest hair. At least we've both kept bodies over the years that we don't need to hide . . . and aren't going to tonight!"

And with that, he trotted out of the kitchen bare-assed, with me following, our dongs flapping (ok, his more swaying, mine more bobbing maybe).

"What's keeping you guys?" Sandy called from the great room. We pranced out, and the women shrieked and laughed as we rounded the bend, taking our time trying to run, but run slowly! We made the turn, around down the hallway and back into the kitchen without breaking our necks or other appendages. The buzz made it seem funnier than it no doubt was, but it also seemed to have that effect on the women.

Returning, clothed, we soon challenged the girls. 

"Well?" John said.

"Well, what?" Sandy tossed back at him.

"Well, aren't you going to let us have a show as well? After all, we bared all just for you two!"

"Hmm..." Sandy appeared to be thinking it over, but the twinkle in her eye led me to wonder if she were just trying to ease Anne into the idea. "I suppose if we're committed feminists, we couldn't just let that stand."

"And, I'm sure Steve will agree, we fully support committed feminism, right, Steve? John answered.

"Oh, girl power, definitely girl power!" I agreed, and then Sandy pulled a not-quite-committed to this show of feminism Anne to her feet, and off they went to the kitchen. As soon as they rounded the bend, John jumped up, clicked the knob lock on the far side of the door to the hallway, and pulled it closed - blocking the only reasonable path around the way we'd gone, back to the clothes. It wasn't the same as stealing the clothes - I knew they'd have defended against that, hiding them or something, but it was hoped to get the same result: extended exposure!

Soon enough, we heard the laughs and footfalls, and here they came, Anne in the lead (maybe Sandy didn't think she'd follow?), her wonderful breasts bouncing, her pale clipped bush looking damned fine. Sandy's larger breasts were heaving gorgeously right behind and her pussy was bare of any hair at all! They rounded the corner as we got our full frontal views, then shrieked as Anne fumbled with the locked door to no avail. Now stuck, there they were, naked, and John and I were dying to see what they'd do next. We stood up for better views and watched the scene unfold.

"Damn you!" Anne exclaimed, but I could tell she as more busted than mad. Sandy was laughing, as were John and I. 

After a sparse moment, Sandy approached me and called to Anne, "You get John - I'll get Steve: time to even the score!" And with that, she came right up to me, all that skin spectacular as her breasts swayed with each step. Stopping in front of me, she started with my shirt, pulling it up over my head, then going for my waistband and zipper, tugging my shorts and underwear down with one motion, letting my partially engorged dick half flop, half spring out into the air. All that met no resistance whatsoever, as you might expect. 

"That's better - a lot better, in fact!" she said, looking at my exposed penis and that itself causing it to grow a bit more. Anne hadn't moved, as she and John watched Sandy's blatant stripping of me. "Anne, get with it!" Sandy ordered.

Anne, roused from her seeming stupor, finally figured she'd play, too, and approached John, mimicking Sandy's motions, pulled off his clothes. When the shorts dropped away, John's cock sprang free, showing that his was both harder and bigger than mine, at least at that time.

"Now, that's what I'm talkin' about!" Sandy smiled, standing about a foot from me. We were all within arm's reach, but were distinctly paired with the other's spouse. I wondered just how far Anne was willing to go, and I suspect she was wondering the same about me as well as about herself.

"I've got a suggestion," Sandy said, suddenly much more quietly. "This is new to us, and I guess to you, but it seems we're all ok with it. Let's set some bounds that will preserve us couples, while letting us play as well. Let's say no genital-genital for this evening And any of us can bail whenever we want, and we'll all agree to end it right there & then if any one of us doesn't want to continue. Tomorrow, if we find, on reflection, that this wasn't our thing after all, then it's done, no harm, no foul. And, tomorrow, if we all find we liked it, we can deal then with whether or not to get together again for culminating things. That sound ok?"

"OK by me - Anne?" I said, no doubt somewhat ridiculously, since by that time I was sporting an almost full-on boner, as it appeared John was as well.

Anne stood silent, looked at the tool John had pointing at her, almost touching her belly, looked at me and mine and at Sandy, and finally said, "OK."

"John?"

"Oh, yeah, absolutely," John said, sort of snapping out of a trance, a trance that had his cock twitching vertically, as if trying to reach out to Anne.

"Then it's OKs all around. I think we should toast our ability to get along so well. Here's to us, to new friends, and to scandalous stories!"

"Here, here!" we variously chimed in, and all drained our glasses. Sandy and John quickly provided refills and John put on some music - something old, "Stardust" or something, and taking Anne's new glass out her hand and putting it on an end table, led her to a clear area, and they started to dance. I turned to Sandy, and she was already moving into my arms. We all started out pretty basic, we guys were holding our partners' right hands, our right hands at their backs, just above those delicious rumps. There was no disguising that my cock was planted against Sandy, its head at about her navel, and John was similarly wrapped. I looked at Anne, saw her looking straight at me, and then saw her move her head, still watching me, and kiss John. It started out pretty vanilla, but soon I could tell their tongues were also dancing with each other. I took that as her acquiescence, and wasting no more time, leaned down and met Sandy's lips lifting to mine. 

Sandy was a voracious kisser. Frankly, I like to start gently and insinuate bit by bit to get to a full on oral engagement, but she was having none of that. Her mouth was immediately devouring mine, her tongue searching out mine, and her tongue at that noticeably fuller than Anne's. She was reaching into me, fucking my mouth with her tongue almost. It was initially surprising, almost but not quite off-putting, and then just all out passion. My right hand fell to pull her hips into me, grasping at her cheeks, my middle finger in the crack of her ass, pulling her tighter. My left hand dropped to cup her large right breast, feeling the nipple hard, the weight of the thing both heavy and malleable in a way Anne's smaller globes, albeit wonderful, just weren't.

Sandy's left hand stayed at my neck, her fingers in my hair, while her right hand traced down my chest, passed my hand on her breast, and continued down, pressing between us until I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft, squeezing it wonderfully.

Looking over, Anne and John were pretty much in the same posture, except she had both hands holding his head, and he had his left hand on her right breast, his right hand between them. I couldn't tell just what was going on down there, whether he was adjusting himself, or stroking her or what. I guessed it was stroking her, and I realized that was fine with me, considering how well I was doing a whole six feet away. We all swayed to the music as we groped our new partners, and everyone seemed to be ok with things so far.

Naturally, nature abhors a steady state. It didn't take long for Sandy to call out, "Anyone up for moving to a more comfortable room?" And, without waiting for an answer, she broke our embrace, took a firm grip on my erection, and led me out of the room. I saw that Anne and John were following, although they were arms around each other.

Leading us three up the stairs to the loft overlooking the great room, I saw a king size bed, with doors to what I supposed were closets and bath - quite the layout. With one couple on each side of the bed, we resumed our kisses and caresses, and soon were lying on the bed next to each other. I looked over and saw Anne with John's cock in her hand. He had indeed grown even more, and now it was obvious that, if I were an optimistic 6" and a 3 out of 5 on my best day, he was probably 7" and ranked as a 4 - clearly that forecast size bigger, which gave me pause, but only pause. 

Anne was on his far side, propped up on an elbow, her right hand crossed over and massaging his staff, her eyes glued to it, no doubt comparing and appreciating. John lay on his back, his right hand under her and I presumed checking her buns for flaws of which I knew he'd find none. His left hand was behind his head, and he was watching her stroking him. His cock was straining, filled, reddened. Anne looked over and saw me watching her, then gave me a quizzical look as if to ask if I were still ok with it. Somewhere in the background, I knew that Sandy and I were wrapped around each other, and she was nuzzling at my neck, her breasts pressed into my chest, her back to those two as I looked across her shoulder.

I smiled at Anne and nodded my assent or concurrence or whatever I thought she sought. 

I was thinking that she was going to jack him off, and I wanted to watch as well, didn't want to miss anything at all. She surprised me by shifting a bit, lowering her head, and while brushing her hair out of her face thus giving me a perfect view, slowly stuck out her tongue to lick at the tip of his cock, then again slowly, sucked the head into her mouth!

I never thought this would come to that, but I also found myself more turned on than ever. Here was my demure wife sucking a cock bigger than mine, and eyeing me at the same time. Seeing no disruption in my attitude, she closed her eyes then and savored his cockhead, I supposed, as she still had only the head in her mouth. I imagined she was circling it with her tongue, tasting it for the record, memorizing it since, I figured, this was very, very likely to be a one-off for both of us. Finally, she slid more of the shaft into her mouth, her hand cupping and rolling his balls. John was watching her as well, no doubt enjoying a great flood of sensations as his cock emerged glistening when she finally raised back up off it, then went down again, even farther. I wondered if she could take the whole thing. I knew she could with mine, and I supposed she'd want to find out with his.

But I had other things going on as well, and decided to even up the score. Easing Sandy onto her back, I started kissing my way down her neck. I saw her look over and see Anne sucking John, and saw her smile as she knew where I was going as well. Pausing at her breasts, I feasted and kneaded, sucking the hard nipples one then the other, feeling the heft of her breasts, raising them and pressing them together, with more squeezing and more sucking. Finally, and having been rewarded with her moans of pleasure, I lowered further, kissing her stomach and hips, and finally arriving between her legs. She cooperatively, spread them a bit and raised her knees slightly. I looped my arms under her thighs and back up to where I could reach her breasts, as I started to lick her, from perineum to up beyond the slit, barely grazing the clitoris as I went by. 

"Oh yeah!" she said, jerking slightly as I touched the clit with my tongue, and I reversed course, teasing, just exploring a bit. Pausing to suck in each labia, then dipping my tongue into her vagina, I was again rewarded with moans of appreciation. Her hips were starting to thrust toward my face as well, and I decided to go for it, finally licking up to circle her clit, then alternating between circling, flicking up/down, flicking left/right, sucking gently, trying to find just what pleased her most. 

"Right there!" she cried as I sucked the nub into my mouth and then circled it. She grabbed my hands with hers and pressed them to her breasts as I pinched her nipples and sped up the tonguing. I didn't know if it was my saliva or her juices, but I knew she was very wet, and tasted very good! 

"Yeah . . . uh . . . yeah, oh YEAH!!" she moaned, and came, gloriously! Not finished yet, I kept at it, now tonguing back at her vagina, now licking hard up and down the slit, tasting her, invading her with my tongue, mixing up the movements, enthralled by her exuberant response. To my great satisfaction, she came again, hard, as I could tell her vagina was pulsing, and her hips thrusting, and her voice something like a growl, deep from within her chest. I finally slowed, letting her come down gently, and after a moment or two of tender kisses, raised back up, my face pretty soaked I supposed. 




Hikers



I'd almost forgotten about Anne and John as I moved further up and shared another kiss, deep and slow, with Sandy. "Damn, that was wondrous!" she sighed, lying back, spent for the moment.

"I TOLD you that you were great at that!" Anne said to me, cheerily. I looked over and she still had John's big thing in her hand, but they'd apparently stopped long enough to watch Sandy have her orgasms.

"Maybe some of the same for you?" John offered, maneuvering Anne into the same position Sandy'd been in - on her back, his arms under her thighs as his face neared her trimmed bush. 

"Mmm . . . Steve?" Anne looked at me, continuing to get my agreement at each step. Why she'd need my agreement when she'd had John's cock down her throat was beyond me, but I nodded, and she lay back, closing her eyes as Steve started nuzzling her. Sandy rolled over to watch as well, and I spooned her from behind, my cock fitted between her cheeks, my free hand stroking her breasts.

Steve seemed to be doing an enthusiastic job of things, while we couldn't tell just what, of course, his face now plastered into Anne's cunt. Anne moaned and squirmed some, and I thought she was about to come after a few minutes, but then could tell that she just wasn't getting up sexually high enough. 

Whether it was his technique or her nervousness or what, we didn't know, but I'll have to admit I was feeling pretty good, having accomplished with his wife what he didn't seem to be able to do for mine. Finally, Anne gently pulled him up to her and said, "That was fine, Steve. I guess I'm just too nervous tonight." And with that, she reached down and resumed stroking his rod, which had gotten about half soft either from neglect, or his not being into cunnilingus, or disappointment at her reactions?

"Let's finish this at least," Anne said, scrunching back down between his legs as he shifted onto his back again.

"And let's get this going," Sandy said to me, nudging me back to the same position. 

Now both wives were on their knees between their non-husbands' legs, and both guys had full-on erections - mine had never waned, this being new and delicious to me throughout. 

Steve's was still bigger, I had to admit, and I watched it in Anne's hand wishing I could give her a bit more size myself. To her credit, I suppose, Sandy never indicated any disappointment with my member, and she seemed set on making this as memorable experience for me as she seemed to have just had herself. 

I briefly considered if this were going to become some sort of race, the girls trying to get her "victim" off before the other, but if that was in their minds, it wasn't in their techniques. Sandy took her time, and I decided not to worry about Anne and Steve, but just to enjoy and appreciate. Sandy started at my balls, gently weighing each one, then rolling the two in her hand as she watched intently. My dick was twitching as she did this, and my hips were rising, trying to get more contact from whatever sources she offered, be it hand, mouth, breast, or just skin to rub against. I think she was enjoying my frustration, from her smile as she continued to make not much progress at all toward my desired end. 

Then, shifting, she sat cross-legged, my legs astride and raised by her hips, giving her easy access with both hands. With her left, she kept fondling my grateful testicles. With her right, she encircled the base of my cock with her thumb and middle finger, and started to stroke it up and down, then added fingers until she was fisting me. I was dry and wanted lubrication, as good as her dry hand felt, and she must have known that, as then she dipped her fingers into her snatch, coating them in her juices, and returning to the shaft. The change was glorious, and I couldn't stifle a gasp of pleasure. She was providing plenty of fluid to get the job done, and just the right stimulation, slowly and with just enough squeezing pressure, all the way down the shaft to the base, then excruciatingly slowly back up to the top, pausing to use her thumb to spread my own precum fluid at the tip while her finger massaged my frenulum, and then continuing upwards until nothing was encased, just the tip pressing at the little finger end of her fist, and then down again. I knew this was the hand job of a woman who truly was curious about and who appreciated men's equipment, and I could sense that she was measuring my responses, as I had hers earlier, to give her guidance on what next.

Next, she scooted back a bit and demonstrated that either she'd taken yoga or didn't need to, as she bent and lowered her mouth toward my cock. Looking back up at me, she let a stream of saliva drool from her mouth onto the head of my yearning cock, then stroking it along the shaft. She gave a quick smile of satisfaction at my hip jerk reaction, then lowered her head further, and sucked my cock all the way down to the base in one slow but determined stroke. 

Up and off, she grinned, "Like that, eh?" and went back to it, now not wasting time, at last, but pressing me toward my own coming. As she went down and up, I felt something sort of fluttering about, intensifying the strokes. It didn't take long, the slower pace earlier having primed me to the very edge. In a moment or two - I was just starting to figure out just what her tongue and lips were doing that felt so good, when I felt the deep burning blast build, as she quickened her pace just a bit, squeezed my balls just short of pain, and gripped my cock as it went in and out of her mouth. 

I blasted, sure enough, shooting again and again into her mouth as she sucked enthusiastically, bent over, her hair flowing over my groin, obliterating my sight, but that was ok, considering all I was able to feel without sight, smell, hearing or taste being involved. Finally, I finished, and after a couple more minutes, she stopped sucking, my cock deflated for the most part, and crawled up to me, pressing her breasts against my chest and seeking out my lips. I could taste what I presumed was me in her mouth, although it was apparent she'd swallowed as I came. We kissed, deeply and then sweetly, and finally turned to see the couple next to us. Anne and John were just watching, she still between his legs but not with his cock in her mouth anymore. In fact, his cock was softened as well, and glistening. I'd missed his coming, it seemed, being wrapped up in my own.

Anne and Sandy exchanged looks, then as if cued, switched over, Anne taking Sandy's place and Sandy lying on top of her husband, and we marrieds kissed each other a welcome back. I could taste something in Anne's lips that I knew wasn't quite the same as I had on Sandy's and knew she'd blown John to completion while I was disconcerted. Enjoyable as that was to see start, I was a bit disappointed I didn't get to watch to conclusion, but also knew I wouldn't trade the time with Sandy for all the views of Anne with John that I could imagine. If there had been any doubt, I knew I wasn't about to reject Anne on account of her actions - in fact, I knew I wanted to welcome her if I expected or wanted this to continue or be done again. And so I did, wrapping her in my arms as we kissed, so, so I did.

More happened that night, but this has gone long enough for now. Cheers, let me know if you're interested in finding out just how far things went with John and Sandy that night, or thereafter.



Hikers Ch. 02



Continuing our hiking-inspired adventure. To recap the earlier story, not titled Chapter 1, & in the Erotic Couplings Category - who knew there would be a Chapter 2 at that time? - I'd recommend you read that first. If you choose not to, or need a reminder, I'm Steve, dark hair in my early 50s, fortunate that blonde wife Anne still puts up with me after raising kids and such. We enjoy camping and especially did so one day in TN, near the NC border, where we encountered other hikers John and Sandy on an otherwise deserted trail. There's a lot more to it, but we ended up agreeing to soft play only, then consider. This picks up in the post-orgasmic leisure of that experience, something new for each of us at the time.

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After some moments, not sure how many, of lying there in the post-sex haze with Anne curled up, her head on my shoulder next to John and Sandy in a similar posture next to us in the big loft bed, Anne nudged me, "So, what now?" she whispered.

"I dunno, you want to get out of here so we can figure all this out on our own?"

"Yeah, I think so," she answered.

Rousting up, I told our new friends, "Hey, that was great, but we think we need some time on our own to think, so if it's ok we'll just let ourselves out and get back to our camp. John gave me his cell phone number, and we know where you're staying, so we'll get in touch tomorrow."

"You ok?" I asked Anne as we left the house, having redressed.

"I think so, but I'm wondering about you," she answered, quietly, as we got in the car, closed the doors, and maneuvered our way out of their driveway and back down to the road leading to our campground.

Once we were finally on the main road, I answered, "I'm thinking I'm ok with the whole thing. You were amazing back there - gorgeous as always. No wonder John had the hots for you from the outset. I'll admit when we got going, I was wondering if I'd be able to handle stuff like what we got into, but - and I'm not just saying this - seeing you with him was a turn-on for me as well as for him. Somehow, his erection corroborated my good fortune that you'd be leaving with me, and your being comfortable enough with me to get things going with him while I was there was similar. I know that doesn't sound rational, but that's what I was thinking."

She took that in, then replied, "Yeah, there's something of that, but I'll have to admit, I was so self-conscious I didn't really open up with him. I didn't come, although he was pretty good with his tongue, and I knew that if it was your tongue doing the same thing, I'd have been coming all over the place. I was also jealous, at least some, of Sandy. She's so free and open, and sexy, and has those big breasts that I know you were focused on on the trail and got to handle at the house."

"Well, I admit they're bigger, but no way they're nearly as sexy as yours. That was an interesting thing to be able to do, and I enjoyed it for sure, but for me, yours have always been about perfect, and nothing in another size or shape or color could top them. But speaking of big, John's got me outsized, you'll admit. How was it dealing with that?"

"Oh, maybe a little, but he's not so big that it would make a difference. Like you, it was interesting to see and touch - ok, and taste - but I'm not in the market to trade."

"Not in the market even temporarily?" I asked.

"Oh, I get it. Well, ok, make that not in the market to trade permanently. Besides, now that I didn't come with him, he may not be interested in me anymore."

"Fat chance - more like you're that much more of a challenge, I'd guess." I offered. "But you'd be interested in a temporary trade, more like a borrowing for a time?"

"I don't know. I really don't, Steve. It's still been what, an hour or two since this whole thing started? At least give me a night's sleep, ok?"

"Oh, absolutely - sorry, didn't mean to seem like I was pressing."

"But," she said as we pulled into the campground and parked, seeing our tent and campsite looking exactly the way they had, unchanged, as opposed to us, I feared.

"But what?" I asked as we zipped open the tent.

"But I think I'll need some special attention to get to sleep - I'm a little wound up and haven't gotten that tension relieved . . . "

"Ah, you're right! Sorry again, I forgot you sort of got stranded. Let's get our teeth brushed and such, and when we get back to the tent, I guarantee we'll attend to that!"

"Mmmm," was all she could say as I wrapped her in my arms, kissed her deeply, grabbed our respective kits, and took her hand as we walked toward the bath house. 

Once we got back to the tent, I thanked our good judgment for the umpeenth time that we got a tent bigger than we needed, one that let us stand and let us have an inflatable queen mattress in it and thus was suitable to what I had in mind. Tasting her peppermint toothpaste lips and tongue had me hardening again, and pulling off her clothes piece by piece soon had her lying nude on the mattress, the light from the moon enough to make her visible without any lanterns or flashlights needed. I stripped off quickly and resumed where John had left off, tasting her, reminding myself of the familiarity of it, licking and nibbling where I knew John had not an hour previously, but also knowing just what worked best and fastest for her, and I wanted fast for her this time. Sucking her clitoris into my mouth, I lashed it with my tongue, one of my hands grasping her left buttock while the other reached up and kneaded her right breast and nipple. Her hands were in my hair, and only for what I'd guess was a minute, maybe two, when I could sense her faster breathing, her hips starting their dance, and then like a spring, her orgasm rose and burst forth, as she whole body quaked through it. She's never been very vocal, so there was no screaming, nothing to disturb other campsites, all of which were darkened by the time we'd returned, but she was coming, that was for sure, and I stayed with her until she'd come again, a second time, without pause.

Then, crawling up, I pushed forward, knowing just where she and I joined, my cock finding her vagina slick with a mix of her juices and my saliva, and welcoming. Sliding all the way in in one stroke, I elicited a soft groan from her, and felt her heels rise to dig into my upper thighs as her arms wrapped around my neck. I supported myself on my elbows and leaned up enough to look down at her, loving the look of her breasts, the nipples hardened, the swell of them so familiar. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"Thanks, I needed that!" she said, smiling.

"Yeah, I needed for you to have that, too," I said. 

"And now, I'm beat, so you finish off there, Mr. Hard Again, and I'll just watch the ceiling and do my marital duty if I don't fall asleep first."

I knew she was joking, but I really didn't need to finish off. I'm one of those guys who takes a good while the first time, is rarely, rarely ever up for a second, and doesn't feel the frustration of not coming, at least not every time.

"I'd rather just cuddle you to sleep if that's ok," I said, nudging her onto her left side, and re-inserting myself into her from behind cradling her breast in one hand, a hip in the other.

"Oh, that's nice," she murmured, as sleep crept up and overtook her. I stayed in her for a while, then slipped out, rolled onto my back, and was soon asleep.

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The next morning came damned early - all that nature and stuff, with the dawn increasing the light in the tent at about 6 a.m. I tried to sleep more, but it wasn't working, plus, I needed to relieve myself. The bath house was about 50 yards away, the trees much nearer, but it being a family campground and all, I figured I'd better be proper. I sat up, tugged on some camp shorts commando, grabbed a t-shirt plus a towel and my shaving kit as quietly as I could, picked up my sandals, and slowly, ever so slowly, tried to quietly open the zipper. Tents, you may be interested to know, have the noisiest zippers around, and sure enough, Anne woke as well, a bit groggy but awake.

"Sorry, babe, don't mind me - I'll be back in a bit," I said quietly as I made it out of the tent. Donning the t-shirt and sandals, I made my way to the bath house. A shower, shave and associated procedures later, I was wide awake, clean, and remarkably clear-headed, considering I couldn't really track just how much we'd had to drink the previous night. The details, though, came clear as I showered and remembered Sandy's breasts and taste, her appreciative responses, our all getting along as people as well as mutual sex toys, and our promise to work through things and call them back. Ah, and then the memories of Anne playing with John's erection came through in technicolor, and my dick started rising to the occasion. 

Hmmm... I thought. I can think of Sandy and enjoy it, but I think of Anne jacking John and it gets me hard? Gonna have to work through that, for sure.

When I got back to the tent, Sandy wasn't there, and I figured she'd followed me down to the bath house. First making water for coffee (yes, I just do instant at camp, and she drinks tea anyway), I had a cup ready for each of us when she returned, looking fresh-scrubbed and lovely in her camp shorts, her breasts swinging a bit, tantalizing, beneath the cotton top with the string straps and scoop neck.

"Hey, you look great!" I said, handing her the cup of tea and kissing her, my free hand copping a feel since it was there, after all.

"Mmm . . . thanks, so do you," she replied and returned the favor, cupping my balls for just a moment, probably confirming I was commando as well as to remind me whose were whose, as in mine were hers.

I pulled out a couple of muffins from the car cupboard, and we ate in silence, each checking emails on our phones and such. I wasn't quite sure how to open the conversation, not wanting to seem like that was all that was on my mind but not wanting to avoid the obvious either.

Finally, I went ahead, "So, your thoughts about last night, and about any next steps?"

"Oh, I've got to go first?"

"Not really, but one of us has to - do you want me to?"

"Yeah, you go first."

"OK," I took a breath, and continued, "First off, I think it was a great memory for me, and I hope for you. I loved watching you, especially. I'm also turned on by the prospect of repeating it, but with full engagement, so to speak, on all parts. I'd love to see John fucking you, and I'd love to see you relax into it enough to really, really enjoy it, knowing that I love you and that I'm right there and that your pleasure will be what turns me on more than anything else in the room. I did feel some initial pangs of jealousy when I saw you with John, and I'm certainly envious of his larger size. But mostly I'm fascinated by the thoughts of you with him, and I'd love to see and hear you in the throes of orgasm with him. I'll also admit that I'd like to experience Sandy, and I'll also admit while we're at it, that I'd like for you and Sandy to mingle a bit, as it were, but that would be up to you two. Finally, I think that this weekend, even if it turns out spectacularly, should be something we either don't repeat, or maybe repeat once a year or something. I don't want to become a "lifestyle" follower or start going to parties or see you with more than one other man at a time, and I'd want to make that clear to them so we're all on the same page from the outset. I think that about covers it."

"Yeah, I think that does," she said, apparently deep in thought about the whole thing.

"And you?"

"Well," she began, "From what I remember, and there are some vague-to-blank spots there, I'll admit, everyone enjoyed it in their own way. I was the uptight one, obviously, not coming, and you know that's not usual for me. It was fun in a way, and like you, I'm envious of Sandy's boobs despite your loving mine the way they are. As far as John's dick goes, I doubt I'll be able to tell the difference in size, but I would sort of like to check out what moves and responses he makes and has. Mostly, I guess, I'm worried about us. I'm glad you're not wanting to change our life, regardless of what happens, but I'll admit this is something that comes rife with risk, and I'm still a little leery of your getting jealous, not at the scene, but later, and regretting it then, and then what? I do feel safe with them - they've been very patient and accommodating, and we know who each other are, so the danger element is taken care of already. 

"So, all considered, I think I'm up for getting back with them, but only if you're really, really sure you'll be ok with me being with another guy, and right in front of you at that."

"I take it you don't think that will apply later on to my being with Sandy?"

"No, I've thought about it, and I think it's really a guy thing that would be the problem. I'm not really excited about the prospect of your finding out just how good someone as gorgeous as she is, but I think it'll be like watching porn, and I admit that watching humans fuck is a turn-on. And, like you, I think I'll take some pleasure in watching the man I love being pleasured."

"OK, then," I said, greatly relieved, and lifting my coffee cup to her in a toast, "We'll do it, and we'll have the most fun we can, and I'll love you forever - but I was going to do that anyway!"

"To fun," she said, looking a bit dubious, but willing. And we toasted. As we did, I looked into her eyes, and she into mine, and we smiled and simultaneously raised an eyebrow as if to say, "we're in it now, but we're in it together!"

"I'll send them a text," I said, and did so, showing it to Anne before sending it. It said: "Thanks for last night. We've talked things over and would love to get together again this evening, if you're in agreement. Cheers, Steve and Anne."

By that time, it was only about 7:30, and I didn't expect a response back anytime soon. Nothing like a big bed in a warm place to lead to sleeping in, and nothing like tenting to get one going early. 

The rest of the morning, we strolled into the village and browsed around. I think neither of us wanted to get exhausted on the trail when we expected exhaustion of another kind, and good reason to keep our strength up. At about 1030, my phone beeped at me, and I saw we had a text back.

"Great," it read, "Steaks on the barby at our place at about 5?"

"Perfect," I texted back. "We'll bring groceries and wine?"

"Plenty of wine here, but thanks for groceries - see you then!" he replied.

OK, so there we were - 5 or so hours to kill, and both of us antsy as hell about it. We did the grocery shopping, knowing there was nothing much in the village, so driving the half hour to the next actual town and finding a remarkably good selection of steaks and fresh vegetables at the market there.

Back to the campsite with the groceries in the cooler in back, we decided to try to rest, and so we sacked out, actually sacked on that blow-up mattress, lying there listening to the somewhat distant sounds of kids playing, the occasional vehicle passing by. We started off holding hands, just drifting on our own. I don't know just how we did it, but we both did sleep after a while, napping a good hour or so during the several we had to kill. Finally, we rousted, showered, (shaved again, for me) and dressed, Anne smelling great thanks to some body cream she uses, and me just clean - never occurred to me to bring anything like cologne on the trip, and suspecting Sandy wouldn't mind its lack. While we were dressing in the tent, I noticed Anne had shaved her pussy. That was something she'd done once, way back, but it made it clear it was going to be a special night in her view.

"Whoa, that's new!" I said, cupping her crotch with my hand. She was naked at the time, just getting ready to pull on a pair of pretty sheer bikini panties (she knows I like to undress her, and that I love those panties that are just sheer enough to see through while not being confused by a bunch or lace, so she came prepared). I slipped a finger along her crease and sure enough, there was liquid there I knew wasn't from the shower. "Is that for me, or for John?"

"Maybe for you both!" she giggled as I stroked her. "I saw that you seemed to like Sandy this way, and since she is shaved, I figured John prefers that as well."

I was similarly naked, and the feel and look of her bareness was having its effect on me already. "Looks like I'm not alone in looking forward to sharing something!" she laughed.

"Yeah, and I popped one of those free sample pills the doc gave me a couple of months back, the good for a day kind - never know when I might need some stamina or whatever."

"You worried? You've never used them with me, have you?" 

"Other than that one time when we both knew about it, right when I first got them - the time we worried about the 4 hour thing, gladly unnecessarily - no, thanks mostly to you! And no, I'm not really worried, just wanting not to disappoint."

"It sounds like they're going to get better from us than we usually get ourselves. Is that a problem?"

"And you're not going to think I'm cheating on you somehow? I'm obviously a little worried about that, you know."

"Yeah, I know, but to me this is going to be sharing, not sneaking away, not cheating. You're going to be sharing your pleasure with me, and I hope you'll take mine in the vein."

"OK, that's the best reasoning I've heard yet for fucking someone other than your spouse! Let's go before I come to my senses!"

And with that, we forced ourselves to finish dressing, and headed out, finding the cabin again without any problem. Anne wore a decent barely above the knee khaki skirt with a light blue spaghetti strap tank top, one of the ones I like without a shelf bra that lets the breast self-identify and the nipple be apparent if it chooses. I went with black camp shorts, commando, and a loose safari-style shirt (thinking both would be easy to get out of when the time came, as I suspected she had considered as well).

John and Sandy were waiting on the porch to welcome us, each with a glass in hand. We parked and waved as they put down the beverages and came down the steps. Hugs and greetings all around followed, and it was only a bit tense, mostly just friends getting back together, I sensed. They had dressed pretty much as our mirrors, with John in a men's tank top that showed off his nice upper body definition (while admitting to his slight paunch, I thought, probably with some satisfaction - he looked damn good for a guy his age, but didn't look 25, to my relief), while Sandy had on a loose short sleeve button-up shirt that I quickly noted let her breasts swing beneath, in that inimitable way breasts do, getting us males to pay attention better than any come-ons I can think of. John was similarly in shorts, Sandy in a denim skirt that was below her knees but that was button-up-the-front, with the buttons undone enough to show more tantalizing leg as she might allow. All four of us wore sandals, another good choice for shedding, I noted.

I grabbed the groceries out of the cooler as Anne and Sandy headed back up. John came up to me as I was closing the rear hatch, "We're really glad you two decided to come back," he started. "We are both all for this, and you were right in both of us taking our times to make sure we were ok with what I think we'll get into later tonight."

"Yeah, we needed a break, too. Anne's still a bit tentative, maybe, maybe not. I'm glad we've gotten along so well we can even consider this, but we do want to make it a one-time, or at least a very rare, occasion. Is that ok, if everything goes great and we still don't want to get together again right away?"

"Hmm... Sure, I guess."

"We're just not wanting to get into a lifestyle thing. This will be special, and like last night, will require some digesting, so we want to make no further commitments, and we don't want to offend so needed to get that up front."




Hikers Ch. 02



"Sounds better that way - sure, it'll be fine. Sandy and I aren't trying to become rabid swingers either, so all that makes sense, but it's not quite what we envisioned, I'll admit. We were already hoping to get back together at Thanksgiving or so."

"Ah, well, that would be out anyway - Thanksgiving is a major family thing with Anne's side, and Christmas is with mine, so... Sorry to disappoint."

"Oh, we're not disappointed, and were probably getting ahead of ourselves anyway. Let's just deal with the present and let that be our deal for now."

"Deal," I said as we entered the cabin. Sandy had already gotten Anne a glass of something white and handed me a bourbon on the rocks.

"Here's to new friends and new adventures!" Sandy called out cheerfully, raising her glass, and we all followed and sipped in agreement.

The next hour was devoted to firing up the grill, the women making salads while we men did our macho stand on the porch and pretend we knew what we were doing around fire with a dead animal carcass. It was past 6 and the sun was settling behind the hills when we sat down together and found that John had done a great job in pulling off medium rares all around. The protein was just what my body was up for, and we shared stories of upbringings and how we met each other and such, thoroughly just enjoying the evening as if we weren't all just itching to get things going in a different direction.

Despite offers by John and me to help, Sandy and Anne cleared the table and put things away. We all knew what was coming, we just didn't know how to get there, I think. The girls solved that, thankfully. John was sitting in a big leather upholstered easy chair and I was on the couch across from him, each of us with a bourbon and branch, while the chill of the evening had resulted in a small fire in the fireplace being built by us lumberjack macho guys while the women cleaned up. Anne and Sandy came over, out of the kitchen area, and while Anne leaned over from behind John, Sandy did the same to me. We watched each other as our women ran their fingers across our chests and nuzzled our necks - just with different than usual partners.

I was instantly aroused, watching Anne do to John what she'd done to me often, those hands running across my pecs then down to my stomach, and eventually under my beltline on their way. Sandy was doing the same to me, and I knew I was getting hard. John and I nodded in agreement, then reached back and pulled our respective partners for the night over and into our laps, welcoming their squeals of surprise and delight. 

I had Sandy now sitting in my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, warmly. She returned the kiss, greedily, and we commenced to make out like a couple of high school kids, my hand managing to shift back to grasp her breast. Confirming that there was no bra to interfere, I found her nipple and rolled it, eliciting a low moan from her as we swapped tongues. Looking over, I saw that John and Anne were similarly snogging, and that his hand was already under her skirt, no doubt finding those panties already moist.

We continued that for maybe five minutes, and while I was enjoying the kissing and the breast, my hardening cock was pretty much mis-positioned and was uncomfortable beneath Sandy's ass.

"Let's go back upstairs," I suggested to Sandy, and while nobody agreed or disagreed, we all moved in that direction. 

Once upstairs, John didn't delay unwrapping Anne. Pulling her top off immediately and quickly finding and undoing the zip to her skirt, she was soon clad in only those see-through panties, and it was clear enough that she'd shaved. "I love it!" John exclaimed, pushing her back on the bed. Her feet dangled over the edge of the mattress as he sank to his knees and pulled her thighs over his shoulders, nuzzling up against her, I suppose licking, or at least nuzzling, at her pussy. She in turn murmured encouragement, and he quickly raised up to pull the panties down, exposing her to all of us, as Sandy and I stood behind John just watching, my arm around her shoulder, hers around my waist. 

John was in no mood to take his time, and I feared that Anne wouldn't get to come yet again. But something in his urgency was apparently just what she needed, and she started squirming, her hands griping the sheets beside her as he returned to eating her voraciously. In maybe two, maybe three minutes of this, with no sign of his slowing, she started panting more quickly, and I recognized the signs. Then with a whimper she curled into a crunch while somehow thrusting her hips up and froze, quivering slightly, then writhing, John hanging on, as her orgasm swept over her. 

Anne always gets this beatific smile after a good orgasm, and I saw that she had it now. I was thrilled for her and knew we had made a good decision. As she lay back, panting in recovery, John stood up, yanked his shorts down and threw off his shirt. His erection was still, damn him, bigger than mine, and was full, pointing up a bit, the head purplish. Hefting her back more fully onto the bed, then lifting her legs over his shoulders again, he stood on his knees, his cock blatant. Anne looked down at it, and her eyes widened, maybe in remembering its size and feel from the night before, maybe wondering how it would feel compared to mine, maybe just admiring the urgency it presented.

"You put it in," John ordered her. She reached between her legs and grasped it in her right hand, just holding it for a moment, maybe measuring with her hand, then lowered it and pulled it to her. Sandy and I moved to John's 7 o'clock for a better look and John lifted Anne's right let even higher, improving our view to being unobstructed. 

Anne's pussy was glistening with her own and John's, I guessed, liquids. She expertly moved to rub the head up and down her slit. Then she used her left hand to spread her lips, showing us more of her wetness and the path inward. Finally, she pulled the shaft so the head rested, then slid slowly in. John took it from there, pushing slowly but steadily until our vision was blocked, but apparently until he was fully, fully imbedded. Anne's eyes sought mine, and when he stopped, she smiled with them at me, and I knew he was all the way in. 

Sandy and I just stood, watching, losing focus on everything but their fucking. John lowered her legs from his shoulders and started pistoning in and out, and Anne started moaning softly, in appreciation I supposed. He was picking up speed and bumping her with each stroke. She had released the sheets and was gripping his shoulders while her heels had wrapped around him and were pulling at the backs of his thighs. As he sped up, he started ramming harder as well, and Anne went with the new technique, starting to pant again toward another orgasm. He kept up, and she ran ahead it seemed, now freed of the pressure to find that first orgasm, and found her second, keening more loudly than I was used to hearing her, and that tripped John over the edge. With a growl, he jerked into what I knew had to be his ejaculation, once, twice, then a third and then a weaker fourth, maybe fifth as he pretty much collapsed onto her, his head buried in the crook of her neck, her head arching back gasping for air, a combination of her own coming and the sudden weight. John came to his senses and rose up enough to give her room to breathe, and they both stayed there, missionary style, wheezing a bit in recovery, his hips still pressed to hers. 

Sandy and I were motionless, and then she said, "Brava, bravo!" to them both, and we all laughed a bit, quietly, still engrossed in the scene.

John finally rolled off, his cock coming out no doubt reluctantly, looking about half deflated and shining. Her pussy, thus exposed, was gaping a bit, and a drop of whitish fluid was seeping out following John's exit. I watched that drop and considered diving onto her right then, but deferred. She was covered with a sheen of perspiration and seemed to glow. John collapsed on his back on the bed, his cock flopping to one side, still fat but not as long. The two of them, thus splayed out, left little room for anyone else on the bed. We were all silent, as I watched Anne's breathing slow, her smile still there, her eyes now closed. John's dick continued to shrink and was soon fully soft, the skin folding around it until it seemed to be a deflated accordion of some sort around a mushroom head.

I went over to Anne and kissed her, watching her as her eyes opened and she knew it was me doing it. She kissed back, gently, and said, "Wow. That was something. You ok?"

"Oh yeah, I'm just fine - seems like you got over your shyness this time." 

"Not like what I did was really shy yesterday, but yeah, I got over whatever was holding me back then. That was memorable!"

"Good, I can't wait to hear all about it with just you there telling me," I said.

Sandy had gone over to John and nudged him with her hip to move enough so she could sit. 

Taking his soft cock in her hand, she said, "Well, Mister, I guess you got lucky tonight for sure!"

"Lucky, yeah, very lucky," he smiled up at her.

She stroked him , pulling the head to stretch out the shaft a couple of times, then running her hands around what to her were no doubt his familiar balls. And all to no effect. He was spent, surely, and not 18 anymore for certain.

"Hate to be a pain, but do you two think you could yield the stage for a bit? I've got some unfinished business with Steve, here. No need to leave, just make some room, thanks." She wasn't mad, but was determined. 

"Oops, sorry!" Anne said and immediately scooted up to sitting on one edge, her back against the headboard, a pillow behind her. 

John rolled off the bed and padded off into the bathroom, saying "Back in a minute, don't finish without me!" Sort of a joke, but I took it as sort of a slam as well, implying it wouldn't take me long to be done, or so I imagined. 

What happened next will follow in the next chapter, if there is one. I know I remember it in vivid detail, not sure if I'll get it written down, since whenever I dwell on it, I end up getting disconcerted and then I get Anne into the act, and pretty soon, my writing muse gives up, being no match for Eros' temptations.



Hiker's Hut



There were three of us in the car. 

First of all there was me, Clint. I'm nineteen, slender and a little on the short side. I seem to be a natural target for bullies so I've studied martial arts. Hand one bully his head and word gets around. And I'm an average skier.

Second, there was Peter. Same age, same college. An excellent skier, who says he'll give me some lessons in exchange for some martial arts lessons. He's over six foot tall, and beefy. 

Third was Thorndyke, and why the hell parents give their children names like Thorndyke is totally beyond my comprehension. We call him Thorn. Again, same age and college. He's even taller than Peter and just as muscular. An average skier and hoping for a few lessons as well.

The three of us were heading up the mountains, on our way to a ski resort. We planned to spend a week there. Thorn was driving, despite my protests. It was his car, so we didn't really have too much to say about it, but he's a lousy driver.

We were running a little late and night was approaching fast. I bloody told Thorn to ease up a little. The resort wasn't going anywhere. If we were a little late it would still be there waiting. 

It was a patch of black ice that got him. One moment we're sailing around the corner and the next we're doing 360 spins. We spun around and around, flat-sided the protective barrier and neatly remove a big chunk of it. We finished up right on the edge of the mountain. I could look out and down, and it was an awfully long way down.

We got out of the car (On the driver's side, I wasn't getting out my door, I'll tell you that.) and stood back to look at the situation we were in. In theory, we could just back up slowly, away from the edge, get on the road and away we'd go. In practice, the offside wheels were half over the edge, and I'd hate to be in the car when we tried to move it.

The problem was solved when the ground crumbled under a wheel and dropped that wheel over the edge. Tow-truck time. Thorn reached for his phone and wouldn't you know it, no signal. We'd have to hike up to the nearest place with a land line. 

We were wondering whether to get our stuff and take it with us when there was this funny crunching sound and the next thing we knew the car vanished. We heard it land about five seconds later. We also heard it land a second time, a couple of seconds after that, followed by scraping sounds. I guess that first landing was really just a bounce.

We considered going to the edge and looking down at the wreckage, but what would be the point? And seriously, would you want to stand on the edge of a cliff that had just had chunks fall off it?

Our decision now was uphill or downhill. We knew what lay downhill. Nothing. Miles of it. We voted uphill. So we set off up the road, praying for a phone signal, a passing vehicle or lights.

It was getting cold fast, and our parkas were in the car at the bottom of the frigging mountain. Fortunately we were all quite fit and we were able to make good time without over exerting ourselves. Still, we were all bloody grateful when we finally spotted a light.

We went hurrying over to the building and it turned out to be a hikers hut for stranded hikers or skiers, and that was sure us right then. We knocked and then just opened the door and bustled straight in. It was getting really cold out there.

Geez, it was nice to be somewhere warm. Unfortunately it was also a bit crowded. What at first glance seemed a bevy of beauties quickly resolved into a trio of indignant young women. I seemed to be a case of, hey, we were here first. You lot go away.

We finally managed to explain to them that we had a bit of a problem and that we'd be on our way as soon as possible. There was a landline there, patched straight through to the ski resort. Thorn was on it pretty quick, demanding a tow truck instantly, and transport up to the lodge.

What he got was a horse laugh. It appeared that the weather was lousy at the lodge and they weren't sending anyone out into it just to extract us from a hikers hut. They pointed out, quite reasonably, that we were perfectly safe where we were and could just stay the night. 

As for a tow truck, there was no way a tow truck was going to come and haul our wreckage up the side of the mountain in the middle of the night with a storm brewing. That would also wait until tomorrow. 

On the plus side, the resort said that they had now ticked us off as accounted for and they would be happy to pick us up in the morning. 

The three young ladies were not at all pleased to find that they were having company for the night. Introductions seemed in order so I introduce myself, Thorn and Peter.

The young lady who seemed to be doing all the talking for the girls then introduced them. There was Sara, a mousey little thing, quiet but pretty.

Next was Claire, average size, dark hair, nice figure, pretty and chatty. Last, but definitely not least, was Alicia. If you know the meaning of Junoesque, you know how this woman was built. She was big, blonde and stacked. She was also taller than me and quite possibly heavier, although her weight was arranged differently to mine, that was for sure.

Now the hiking hut came with some bare necessity staples like soup and coffee, so we were able to get something hot into our stomachs. 

There wasn't an endless supply of wood for a fire though. The idea I suppose is that stranded travellers wrap themselves in the blankets provided and sleep on one of the little beds. There were three of these, folded up against the walls. The idea was you could fold them down as required and use them as chairs, tables and, of course, beds.

It was getting late and we were all sort of casting looks at those beds. It was Thorn that finally opened the subject. 

"Well, it looks as though we're all going to have to share the beds," he announced, and he was giving Alicia the once over while he spoke.

Alicia just snorted.

"In your dreams," she said. "Sara and Claire can share one bunk. You and your mate can share the second. I'll take the third one with him," jerking her thumb toward me, "and if he tries anything I'll kick him all around the room."

Like I said, bullies look at me and see an easy target. It's depressing at times, but this time it also got me sharing a bed with a doll. Alicia was hot. 

Peter and Thorn both gave me looks, knowing my abilities. I just shrugged and tried to look small and helpless.

The only things we took off when we retired was our boots. I could just imagine the girls reactions if we'd suggested undressing for bed. Fun to watch, but it might result in us sleeping on the floor.

I suggested that Alicia might like to get on the bed first and lie up against the wall.

"It'll make it easier for you to push me out of bed if you have to," I pointed out, keeping my face perfectly serious. 

She gave me a suspicious look but went along with it. I turned off the light and climbed in after her. The beds were narrow and we were pressed fairly close together. Sara and Claire probably had it OK, but Thorn and Peter had my sympathy. 

I put one arm around Alicia's waist, apologising for the necessity. She seemed to tense up a little, apparently waiting for me to do something, so I did. I went to sleep.

I woke a few hours later. It was pitch black and cold. I could hear the other occupants off the hut breathing steadily, all asleep. I pinched some of the blanket back off Alicia, snuggling closer to her warmth. 

When I put my arm around her again I noticed a subtle change. Her top had come adrift from her pants and my hand was resting on warm flesh. It was only natural to let it drift up slightly to check out her lovely breasts. She was wearing a bra, naturally, but by a stroke of good fortune it was a front opening one. A quick flick of the clip and I had possession of a nice warm breast. With my hand cupping my prize, I settled down to back to sleep.

When Alicia woke it was still dark. She was warm and comfortable, but something seemed wrong. For a start, something was poking her in the back. And, of more serious concern, a hand was holding her breast. Not squeezing it or playing with it but just holding it neatly cupped.

That little rodent must have grabbed it in his sleep she thought. Reaching behind her, she went to push aside whatever was poking her. Too late she realised what it probably was and her hands closed over an erection that she thought surprisingly large for such a little man. Fortunately, said erection was still in his trousers, and Alicia snatched her hand away, waiting to see if she'd disturbed the man. What was his name again? Clint. That was it.

She felt Clint stir slightly. Not surprising, Alicia supposed. She suspected any man would stir slightly if someone suddenly grabbed their cock. She felt Clint's hand move on her breast, his thumb rubbing against her nipple. Then he stilled and she could hear him breathing deeply. Thank god she hadn't awakened him.

The problem of his hand remained. If she just flung it off he'd wake up and she'd be lying there with an aroused man cuddling her and his erection pressing against her. She'd just as soon not have to fight him off, even if she could probably kick the little wretch all around the hut.

Alicia placed her hand on Clint's and slid it off her breast and down to her tummy. Harmless there. She ought to do up her bra, but thought she'd have to wriggle about too much. She let it be.

Alicia was just starting to drop off to sleep when she felt Clint's hand moving. Downward, this time. It slipped under her pants, hesitated when it reached her panties, then slipped under them. It tangled itself in her curls, lightly pulling and massaging. Clint was still breathing deeply, apparently asleep.

Alicia had to stop this. She gave a gentle tug on Clint's arm, to no effect. His hand actually moved further down. Now it was slipping between her legs, teasing her pussy. Was the son-of-a-bitch awake or not? If he was asleep, he must have been having a damn interesting dream.

Perhaps if I just let him go for a minute he'll stop, she thought. She found herself breathing deeply now, and she wasn't asleep. Clint's hand happily roamed around her female flesh, stroking and massaging. A couple of times a finger would slip between her lips, probing deeper.

Alicia gave a sigh of relief when the hand paused and the retreated. The relief didn't last long. The hand settled on her waistband and started pushing her pants down. Clint's other hand had joined in and although Alicia wriggled quietly her pants were facing a losing battle. Clint very deftly pushed them down, exposing her bottom and pussy to his touch.

If he was awake, she'd kill him. If he was asleep, how to make him stop? Alicia could feel Clint's hand running over her bottom, pressing between her legs, starting to torment her again. Then it retreated again.

Alicia waited. Was that the end of it? He seemed to be just moving restlessly. Then he was snuggling up behind her again and Alicia almost screamed. She knew what that rigid shape was and it wasn't safely behind a pair of trousers now.

Alicia could feel Clint positioning himself to drive into her. She tried to move away and found the wall there. Trapped between the wall and Clint's erection, Alicia floundered, not knowing what to do. Then it was too late to do anything. Alicia could feel Clint's cock parting her lips and entering her. She gave a gasp and relaxed, effectively pushing herself down onto his cock.

What the hell was she supposed to do now? If he started pounding her pussy he was going to wake everyone and she'd be so embarrassed. How to get him off her?

Alicia gradually became aware that Clint was pounding her pussy. Not large domineering strokes but a gentle movement that was starting to play havoc with her body. The son-of-a-bitch was hardly moving, just moving enough to build up a steady friction inside her. His arm was circling her again and his hand was clamped on her breast.

Alicia was breathing hard. Those tiny little movements were telling on her, exciting her. She found herself wanting to move with them, but didn't dare. If he was quiet, no-one would know what had happened. Maybe even Clint wouldn't know if he was really asleep. The gentle rocking continued and Alicia sweated.

With big vigorous strokes, Alicia reckoned she would be able to tell how long a man would last. With a gentle rocking like this, she found she had no idea. The movement went on. And on, and on. Alicia found her nerves were stretching tight. She wanted to scream. She wanted to fling herself wildly against the cock inside her and beat it into submission. She wanted to pull away from it and its tormenting twitches, but found herself lying there, taking it.

Oh god, she was going to climax. She could feel it approaching. It wasn't charging down upon her, but it was definitely tiptoeing towards her, sneaking up on her with promises of bliss.

She wanted it now. Not later. Not when Clint was ready. She wanted her climax now. Alicia whimpered softly as Clint's cock continued its slow torture. Damn it, she couldn't help thinking, a man is supposed to take you. Not tease you like this.

Slowly rocking, the silent movement on the bed unnoticeable from any distance, Clint continued to slowly ravish Alicia. Her hand was now clasped to her mouth, muffling the groans and pleas she wanted to make. The whole situation was unbearable, being taken in a dream by a man who would not finish the job.

When she detected the first harder push Alicia felt nothing but relief. Still only making small movements, Clint was hitting her harder, apparently ready to push her over the edge. Alicia felt his hand clamp tightly to her breast and then a sudden push sent him ejaculating into her. Alicia bit into her hand, desperate not to scream as she shuddered under the force of her climax.

Lying there afterwards, Alicia eased her panties and pants back into position. And fastened her bra. She managed to push Clint's hand down to her tummy where it remained. If he woke up and found his cock hanging loose, that was his problem. Alicia lay there, trembling slightly from memories of her climax, finally drifting off to sleep.

Feeling and hearing Alicia's deepened breathing as she slept, I grinned and straightened up my clothes. I wondered if she'd put it down to a dream or whether she'd try to find out if I knew what had happened. I drifted off to sleep again.

-- -

Thorn woke when it was daybreak. For some reason he always did. The sun hit the sky and Thorn kicked awake, like it or not. If he was tired he could always go back to sleep, but nothing seemed to prevent that initial awakening.

This morning, however, Thorn was happy to be awake and out of bed. Being cramped in a narrow bed with Peter was not his ideal sleeping state. He'd much rather have been in bed with that blonde girl. Lucky bastard, Clint. He'd probably managed to cop a feel while pretending to sleep.

Thorn got up and put his shoes on. Stepping outside he stepped behind some bushes for a piss. He was busting. He was stepping out from behind the bushes, still zipping up, when the door to the hut opened and the mouse came out. What was her name? Sara. That was it.

Thorn grunted and gave her a nod, quite content to stay outside in the fresh air for a while. Sara nodded back, peering up at him.

You're a big one, aren't you?" she observed.

From her height of five foot and not all that much more, Thorn supposed he was. He smirked.

"Yeah, I am," he said, "and if we'd shared a bed last night you'd have found out just how big."

Sara blushed, taken aback.

"I beg your pardon. That was a little crude wasn't it, especially to someone you don't know," she gently reprimanded.

Thorn's smirk got even bigger. He was in an evil mood, thinking of his car at the bottom of the mountain and the time he'd have to waste recovering it.

"Not really," he said. "Crude is when I ask you to pull down your pants and bend over so I can fuck you. How about it?" 

Sara's blush deepened. 

"Really, there's no need for that," she protested.

"There is if you're horny, and I am," pointed out Thorn. "I don't have time to seduce you the way you'd like, so I figured I'd just ask. How about you just bend over and I'll pull down your pants. Save you the effort."

Sara glared at this impossible man. He was deliberately trying to shock her, and she told him so.

"You're just having fun seeing if you can shock me. You'd probably run a mile if I'd said OK," she scorned.

"I would?" asked Thorn. "Hmm. I don't think so. More likely to just sink my cock into you and go to town."

Gently taking one of Sara's arms, Thorn turned her to face a smooth barked tree. 

"Put your hands against that tree," he said, urging her towards it.

Sara did so, wondering what he was playing at. She jumped and looked down at herself. That oaf. He'd just pulled her pants down. Even as she looked down at herself she saw her panties rolling down her legs. My god. She was naked from the waist down.

A large hand cupped her pussy and gently squeezed.

"We're going to play a little game of chicken," Thorn said. "Right now I'm just holding your pussy, but in a few moments I'm going to spread your lips and insert my cock, and then I'm going to fuck you hard and fast. Of course, I may chicken out, thinking it might be rape.

On the other hand, I may decide that if you don't chicken out then you're giving me consent and it won't be rape. So let's see if one of us is chicken, because you'll find yourself fucked if we aren't."

Sara leaned against the tree, feeling this behemoth playing with her privates. He was rubbing them, stroking them, sliding his finger inside her, trying to get her worked up.

And succeeding, Sara admitted. She could feel a burning inside her and could feel her lips puckering and swelling. But he wouldn't really just take her when she didn't want him to, would he? But if she didn't move away he might just assume that she did want him to. 

Sara flung a glance over her shoulder at Thorn. He'd lowered his pants and it was plain that he had the equipment ready to carry out his threat. She swallowed and looked hastily away. OK. She was chicken. She wasn't going to let him stick that thing in her. 

Another glance behind and Sara could see he was bringing that damned thing closer. He wasn't going to stop. She'd have to step away and admit he'd won. She hesitated a moment longer.

Oh, god. She could feel that thing touching her. That wasn't a finger or thumb pressing against her. He'd stop. He'd have to stop. People didn't just walk up to a girl and stick their cocks into them.

He wasn't bloody stopping. Sara could feel him starting to push into her. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but then snapped it closed again. If she quit, he'd be the winner and would laugh at her. Every time she saw him he'd smirk and she'd remember panicking and running. She would not give way. Maybe he'd stop after scaring her a little.

But as Thorn slowly pushed into her Sara knew that he had no intention of stopping. He was going to push it home and then fuck her hard and fast. She knew it, and by not stopping him she was saying it was OK. What sort of girl was she, anyway?

Thorn was slightly startled that Sara hadn't panicked and bolted as soon as her pants went down, let alone having her panties follow. His surprise increased when she didn't resist as he played with her love mound, getting her hot and wet.

He'd seen the look on her face when she'd spotted his erection and had expected her to bolt at that stage, but she's just faced front, tense and expectant. He pressed his erection against Sara's lips, then used a couple of fingers to part them, letting his cock push past.

With the head of his cock inside Sara, Thorn had to accept that she was going to let him take her. She hadn't uttered a single word. Just stood there, letting him possess her. If she wanted it, so be it. Thorn pushed forcefully forward, driving deep into Sara, hearing her give a little squeak as he sheathed himself.




Hiker's Hut



He was doing it. That great oaf was really doing it. He'd stuck his cock in her without so much as a may I have the pleasure, and she'd let him. She'd just stood there, legs parted, bum up, and let him prong her. Sara couldn't believe it. The proof, however, was right there inside her, batting against her womb. What now?

What now turned out to be Thorn pulling back and thrusting in hard and fast. Sara heard herself give a squeal and felt herself pushing hard to meet Thorn. If she was going to be fucked hard and fast, like that brute said, then she was going to get in her share of hard fast fucking.

Thorn drove into Sara hard. Amazed he might be that she had acquiesced to his taking of her, but that wasn't going to stop him taking full advantage of the situation. He pounded into her, enjoying the way she felt and the way she responded, pushing back against him just as wildly as he was taking her. Who would have guessed that the little mouse would react like this?

Sara was panting. This, she decided, was glorious. She was being mastered by a man who had no compunction about taking her, and was treating her as though she was a woman. Her boyfriends seemed to think that because she was quiet and gentle they had to treat her as though she might break. Not this brute. He wanted sex and he wanted it now and she was his choice. What better way to start a fine day, she thought as she pushed hard to meet him.

Start the day? Oh my god! If any of the others came out and saw her being screwed like this she'd just die. 

"Damn it all, man, get a move on," she snapped. "I haven't got all day for you to play around. Put some effort into it. Let's get this show on the road."

Thorn blinked, startled. He wasn't hitting her hard enough? She was bouncing of his cock so hard that Thorn thought she might topple the tree she was leaning against, and she wanted it harder? So be it.

Thorn applied himself with a will, driving in deep. Driving in hard. He moved faster, finding Sara eagerly pushing back against him, panting with effort but keeping in time with his rhythm.

Time for the kill, decided Thorn, and drove in for a final charge. Hammering Sara hard he pushed her to the limit, and then past it, hearing her gasp in shock as her climax exploded through her. Eagerly riding Sara's climax, Thorn spilled his seed, letting his life fluid explode out of him and into her.

Thorn rested against Sara for a few moments, holding her and holding himself inside her. Sara slowly felt herself coming together again. She straightened, pulling away from Thorn. Turning she looked at him, and then headed into the bush for a little privacy.

Thorn returned to the cabin, whistling, wondering what that last look had meant. It had been a smug female ego looking at him, he knew.

It wasn't long before all members of the two disparate parties were up and moving around. Coffee was made. Breakfast could wait until after the ski resort picked them up. 

Clair was observing everyone with a sense of mounting frustration. 

Alicia was practically dancing around the place, and normally she was a grouch in the morning. And what was with those considering looks she was giving the shrimp, Clint? Surely they hadn't. . . No. Not possible. When would they have found the time to get together? In the bed at night and they would have woken everyone. But still. . . 

Sara was even worse. A little ray of sunshine, and that big hulk, Thorn, seemed to be constantly watching her. Damn it. A boyfriend of Sara's had once told her it took him an hour to just get Sara to agree to have a cuddle. If she'd been seduced by Thorn, just when and where had they found the time.

The third boy, Peter, seemed to be irritated. He obviously hadn't got lucky. She should know. It would seem that she'd have been his partner the way the others were carrying on. She was almost tempted to drag him off to one side and drop her panties, just to make sure she didn't miss out on the fun. It just wasn't fair.

Clair moved quietly over to Alicia.

"Tell me before I go nuts. Did that little shrimp manage to have sex with you and, if so, how the hell did you manage it?"

"I don't know what you're on about," returned Alicia. "And he's not that small, I assure you."

Clair looked over at Clint. He bloody was that small, she thought. Then it clicked. She threw a startled look at Alicia, who smirked and turned away. He had. Somehow or other he'd got into Alicia's panties without getting killed. Clair looked around for Sara.

"Sara, sweetheart," she cooed. "Tell me just how that big oaf managed to get into your panties? Did he fucking rape you or something? And when did you find a time and place to get raped?"

Sara blushed. "Of course he didn't rape me. The very idea."

"OK," hissed Clair. "What about the something?"

"Oh yes. That was something else," said Sara, smirking.

Damn. Both of them got nailed and she'd missed out. She couldn't bear it. It wasn't the fact that they'd both got nailed, but rather, how and where did they manage to find time? As far as she knew Alicia hadn't even left the hut since the boys had been here, but she still got nailed.

Claire hated mysteries.



Hikers Lost in a Snowstorm Pt. 01



- 1 -

"Thank you, George Lee," said Eli under his breath as he pulled what was undoubtedly an extremely expensive bottle of scotch from the pantry chest. It had been tucked unassumingly between a big tin of olive oil and a bottle of ketchup. The scotch had not been on the provisions list, but he wasn't all that surprised to see it; George was a generous sort, and something of a whiskey connoisseur. Strung about the bottle's neck was a little note written in George's expansive hand:

"For my friend Eli. To be enjoyed in contemplative solitude or boisterous company. Have a great winter, and try not to burn the place down!"~ George

Eli smiled to himself and took a look around the cabin. It was a small timber-frame hut, modestly proportioned but beautifully crafted. A cast iron wood stove squatted snugly in one end, with a threadbare but comfy-looking armchair nearby. A small kitchen area occupied the other half, with a sink, a countertop propane stove, a little table and chairs, and cabinets and cupboards aplenty. Above half of the floor space stood a loft, accessible by wooden ladder, with pads for sleeping and small dresser. This would be Eli's home for the next four months.

He was the cabin's caretaker for the winter, looking after it for its owner, billionaire biotech maven George Lee. George had already made a fortune by age 28 after figuring out how to get algae to suck up CO2 and poop out fuel at a scale and production cost competitive with gasoline. Now at 45 he was bouncing from project to project, trying to find something helpful and creative to do with all of his money. One of those things was to buy a significant chunk of central Vermont and make it into a permanent conservation trust; it was on this land that he had built the tidy little cabin that Eli now inhabited.

Another project had been to teach classes part time at the college where Eli had just finished his bachelor's. The slightly awkward friendship they'd struck up in George's meandering "Horizons in Human Advancement" course had led to this amazing caretaking gig. The job paid well, never mind the fact that Eli would have jumped at the chance to stay in a cabin for the winter anyway. Having finished school without any idea of what to do with his life and coming off of a painful breakup to boot, Eli felt that some quiet and solitude à la Thoreau was just what the doctor ordered.

Eli glanced up from the box of provisions to see that it had started snowing heavily outside. A bit strange, given that it was only early October, but freak storms were more and more common these days. No matter. He got a fire going in the stove and settled down in the ratty armchair with some Wendell Berry and a glass of scotch.

Yes: Peaceful, quiet contemplation was the name of the game, thought Eli. Four months of pristine woodland, reading good books, and thinking about Important Things. The monastic life, in effect. No obligations, no distractions, no temptations—

Eli's musings were interrupted unceremoniously by a loud rapping on the cabin door.

- 2 -

Leah and Alice waited impatiently and a little nervously at the door of the tiny cabin, the silent snow determinedly forming little mounds on top of their wool hats. The snowstorm had taken them by surprise, and with only about twenty feet of visibility they'd quickly gotten hopelessly lost. A little cabin with smoke coming from the chimney had been a welcome surprise.

"It's probably some sort of extreme survivalist type," muttered Alice. "We'll end up dead or forced to be his wives. I bet he's got a whole underground compound here." This was Alice's first backpacking trip ever. And it had been Leah's idea. At about six inches of snow Alice had sworn a solemn oath never to let Leah forget these two facts.

"Oh hush. I'm sure it will just be some old hippie couple. Vermont's teeming with 'em." Leah's nonchalance was unconvincing. It was definitely a risk to seek shelter in a strange cabin in the woods, but the alternative was getting bleaker by the minute.

Leah was just about to knock again when the door swung open to reveal a rather befuddled-looking young man in a worn-out grey sweater.

He's cute! thought Leah, relieved that he wasn't (at least by appearances) a grizzled axe-murderer.

He blinked at them from behind slightly crooked glasses and scratched a head full of curly, sand-colored hair. He looked like he hadn't shaved in about a week.

Alice elbowed impatiently past the equally dumbfounded Leah and presented her hand to the young man. "HI. I'm Alice. This is my friend Leah. She can talk usually, but I think she's got frostbite of the brain. We're lost and it's like fucking Antarctica out here. Can we come inside?"

That snapped him out of it, and he blushed, got out of the way, and stammered something affirmative-sounding.

"Thanks. Shall I put my boots over here with your shoes? What did you say your name was?"

"Um. I didn't. Eli."

"Great, thanks so much for letting us in, Eli. We thought we were done for out there. I was worried I was going to have to eat Leah. Still considering it, actually."

- 3 -

"Okay, so Leah is from Vermont originally. Alice, you're from...?"

"Brooklyn. My parents are both crunchy hipsters and they love camping and shit, but I always steered clear of that stuff, until Leah convinced me to give it a try. I can't believe I let her. If it weren't for your little cabin we'd be popsicles right now."

"Oh, whatever Alice," Leah rolled her eyes over a steaming mug of cocoa. "You're having fun." She giggled.

"Shut the fuck up Leah! Gimme your flask again. My cocoa doesn't have nearly enough bourbon in it, and you've obviously had enough."

"Nuh-uh! Eli, protect me! Alice gets mean when she's on the drank! Ack, you'll make me spill my cocoa."

Eli laughed and watched the girls struggle over the flask. He'd been surprised by their arrival at first, and then a bit irked at having his solitude disrupted so early on, but now he was having a great time. After he'd shown them the loft where they'd all be sleeping—there was just enough room for three to sleep comfortably side by side—they'd very quickly gotten down to talking, eating, and drinking.

The girls were about his age, smart and funny, and giddy from the day's adventure. They had both stripped down to their long-johns upon arrival and hung their outerwear up by the fire to dry. The skin-tight black garments left little to Eli's imagination. He was nearing the fourth month of a dry spell that had started with his recent breakup, so he was having a hard time thinking of much else.

Leah was pale and voluptuous, with orange-red curls framing freckled cheeks that dimpled around full pink lips. The thin material of her long underwear seemed only barely up to the task of containing her generous curves. She laughed loud and often, throwing her head back in a toss of curls and causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly beneath her top. Each time this happened it captured Eli's gaze, and the tipsier he got the harder it was to tear his eyes away, to the point where it bordered on ogling and he was pretty sure she'd caught him. She was getting tipsier herself, though, and didn't seem to mind.

Alice was sleek and catlike in her black tights, with slender arms and legs and silk-smooth, tawny skin. Her almond eyes glinted in a way that seemed to suggest some secret joke, and the upturned corners of her mouth reinforced this impression. Her wit was sharp and sarcastic, and her speech well-salted with a creative array of expletives. She was putting down a surprising amount of liquor, though it didn't seem to affect her much. If anything she got a bit quieter, mostly staying out of the conversation except when asked a question or to jump in with a biting comment or two. Her eye contact also became more intense—Eli felt occasionally as if she were staring him down. He'd meet her gaze for as long as he could until he became uncomfortable and had to break it, which would elicit a little half-smile from Alice.

It got later and later (although they'd all lost track of time hours ago and couldn't have said if it were 9pm or 2am) and the conversation slowed to a trickle. Eli was about to suggest bedtime (though he didn't really want this to end), when Alice—who hadn't spoken in about 20 minutes—said, "So. Who wants to play cards?"

Leah looked skeptical, but Eli said, "Sure, I think I've seen a pack of cards here." Before she could nix the idea, he went and got the pack and dropped it on the table. Then he turned to add some more wood to the stove, now burned down to embers. "What shall we play?"

"I think we should play poker," said Alice.

"Aww, I'm terrible at poker," complained Leah.

Then, with a Cheshire-cat grin, Alice clarified: "I think we should play strip poker."

"ALICE!" a scandalized Leah squeaked, and Eli discovered suddenly that the wood he'd just put in the stove demanded his undivided attention. When he'd gotten himself a bit under control, he turned around to see a furiously blushing Leah staring daggers at a smugly serene Alice. "What do you think, Eli? Are you up for it?"

"Um, sure. I mean, but we don't have to play if anyone doesn't want to..." he added, glancing at Leah.

"No, I'm up for it!" snapped Leah grouchily, and the game was on.

- 4 -

Alice shuffled the cards and explained that, since Eli is probably too drunk to read his hand (this drew protests), and Leah is so piss-poor at cards (she couldn't really argue with that), they'd play a simple game of 5-card stud: Each player would get five cards, three face-up and the rest in their hand. Each player would get the chance to fold or bet one or more articles of clothing. Once removed the clothes couldn't be put back on, but they could be re-won (along with others) to use as chips. The game would end when one person had all of the clothes, or they got bored.

Boredom doesn't seem likely, thought Leah, eying Eli's solid shoulders and slim torso. I hope he's as bad at poker as I am.

Leah's first hand was a pair of queens, one showing, and she decided to come out swinging with a bet of one article of clothing. Eli saw her bet, and Alice folded. His pair of 10s with an Ace high didn't cut it, and he pulled off his sweater and handed it to Leah, who suddenly felt optimistic about her chances.

Alice folded the next two rounds, and Eli folded the first and then lost again on the second. He removed his t-shirt for Leah, who was practically beside herself with how well things were going. He gave it a little twirl before tossing it at her, and she whooped a catcall and looked his chest lasciviously up and down.

In the next round Alice finally bet one, and Leah, who had drawn a full house (5s over 3s), gave her a wicked grin and raised her two, for a total of three articles. Eli dropped out at this point but grumblingly obliged to remove belt since he'd already bet one.

Then Alice turned the tables and raised Leah another two—bringing the total to five articles.

"WHAT?!" exclaimed Leah. Alice chuckled, and Eli just raised his eyebrows and smiled—there was no way this could go poorly for him.

After some serious soul-searching and a lot of impatient prodding from Alice, Leah eventually decided to trust in her hidden full house. Unfortunately for her, Alice's two visible 10s were matched with two more in her hand—four of a kind. This put Leah in the hole three articles. She sputtered and protested a bit, but knew there was no getting out of it. Socks and bobby pins did not count.

Well, let's get this over with. She threw Eli's shirts at Alice in disgust, stood up, grasped the hem of her shirt and sports bra, and tugged them both over her head in one motion. She could feel her cheeks and neck flush hot, but she was gratified at least by the look on Eli's face in the flickering lamplight: mouth slightly agape, totally mesmerized by the bright pink silver-dollar nipples, and the way her now-liberated tits bounced back into place. Alice was watching both of their reactions intently, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two, obviously very pleased with herself. Leah noted that Alice's nipples were clearly visible despiting being hidden beneath two or three layers of fabric.

"And the pants," Alice reminded her, unnecessarily. Leah stripped the tights from her pale white thighs and sat back down with a harrumph, down to just her panties. Alice suggested another round of whiskey, and nobody objected.

Alice and Leah both folded out of the next round, and then Eli lost to Alice with a pair of jacks. Alice's eyes glinted mischievously as she motioned him to stand up for them. Eli dropped his pants and tried to sit down quickly, awkwardly hiding an obvious tent in his boxers. "No WAY are you getting off that easy, mister. Spin around for us," commanded Alice. Eli obliged, and the girls were treated to a nice preview of his member, standing at half-mast and poking impudently against the fabric of his shorts.

Leah bit her lip and couldn't resist giving herself a little rub between her legs while his back was turned; her fingers came up wet. She was pretty sure Alice noticed.

Alice finally lost a hand to Leah, but only had to return one article of clothing, which Leah in turn lost to Eli.

Then, the coup de grace: a bet of two, everyone in, and Alice swept it with three kings. Eli handed over his one piece of reserve clothing and gulped, realizing what was coming next.

"You first, Leah," Alice purred. Leah glared, but stood up and tucked her thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of her panties. She took a deep breath and bravely let the panties drop to the floor, revealing a dewy thicket of flame-colored pubic hair. Her mound was luminous in the ruddy light from the wood stove, and a single droplet of moisture shone jewel-like as it slipped from her sex down her inner thigh.

Eli gaped, unable to stop himself from staring openly at this point. After a long moment, Leah broke the silence: "Okay, now Eli has to go."

"Wait", interrupted Alice. "Leah, you're still one in the hole, so you have to take Eli's shorts off for him to pay your dues."

Leah was beyond arguing with Alice, and Eli just shrugged, bemused and breathing a bit more heavily than the exertion of poker would seem to require. So Leah stepped over to Eli and knelt before him. If his cock wasn't fully erect before, it certainly was now. Leah had a bit of trouble stretching the waistband over the tip, but when she did it sprang up exuberantly. Her nostrils filled with the musky erotic scent emanating from the tip, which glistening slightly in the lamplight. After a few seconds of tense silence, she cleared her throat, got up, and returned to her place.

Then she turned her attention to Alice, still fully clothed and happy as a clam. "ALICE! You totally sharked us!"

Alice just laughed, tossed the clothes back into the center and said with theatric yawn, "Welp, I'm beat. Time for bed!" And she went off to brush her teeth.

Leah and Eli studiously avoided each others' eyes as they sorted through the pile of their clothes and re-dressed themselves.

"She's pretty good at poker, huh?" offered Eli a bit sheepishly once they were clothed again. Leah just grunted.

- 5 -

Eli had a hard time falling asleep. The experience of stripping naked with one beautiful stranger, while being basically ordered around by another, had several of his major biological systems running in overdrive. The alcohol did little to calm them; it just added to his sense of disoriented excitement. But bedtime it was; since he couldn't very well jack off with the girls up in the loft with him, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

It didn't help that he was positioned next to Leah, with Alice sleeping on the far side of her. She was curled up in her sleeping bag, facing away from him and breathing steadily, but he was close enough to smell her hair, her sweat, and another scent, faint but unmistakably erotic. Not knowing how to fall asleep, Eli wondered if he'd ever see her naked again. He flipped over restlessly, hoping that by facing away from her he'd put those thoughts out of his mind. It didn't work.

But then it must have, because the next thing he knew he was waking up for a light sleep. It was still night, but the sky had cleared and silver light was falling through the skylight and illuminating the cabin. He slowly became aware of what had awoken him: a soft but persistent pressure against his sleeping bag. Leah was spooning him.

At first he was unsure what to do. Was she awake? Had she just rolled over in her sleep, and was she doing this reflexively? He'd just about convinced himself that she was still sleeping and that he should try (somehow) to fall back asleep himself, when he felt warm breath and the wet tickle of lips against his ear. He lay there enjoying this for a few moments, breath quickening, until the lips retreated, and he turned over to face his loft-mate.

Leah was staring at him hungrily, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She raised a finger to her lips and gestured at Alice with her eyes: We have to be quiet.

Then they were kissing, with a passion and intensity born of pent-up sexual tension and multiplied by the need to be surreptitious. Their mouths locked together fiercely and battled back and forth with rooting tongues, occasionally breaking away only to take a breath.

They unzipped their sleeping bags, a painfully slow and frighteningly loud process in the winter silence. Then their hands were exploring each other's bodies greedily, almost aggressively. They did not have the time or patience to be gentle and tentative.

Leah quickly tore off her shirt, revealing unclad breasts beneath. Their ripe volume shone pale blue under the moon, demanding to be cradled, kneaded, suckled upon. Leah's hands went roaming up and down Eli's firm chest, scratching him through the downy hair, then creeping below his navel to squeeze the gently curving rigidity of his erection.

Eli responded by slipping a hand into the front of Leah's tights. His fingers groped through a tangle of drenched pubic hair to find an engorged clit and slick, dripping labia that urged him onwards. When he slid a finger up inside her and tickled her rough inner wall she hissed her pleasure and bit into his shoulder hard enough he worried she'd draw blood.

She rocked her pelvis against his fingers for a while, breathing fast but soft and stroking his straining cock. Then she brought his hand away, gave him a kiss on the mouth and turned away from him again.

But not to sleep this time. Leah pulled her now-soaking tights and underwear down to her knees and presented Eli with her moon-pale ass. The message was clear. Eli struggled out of his own pants and undergarments, and donned a condom from his bedside (it never hurts to be prepared, even in monkish solitude). Grabbing the curve of Leah's hip with one hand he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt. She guided him in and with an audible "Nnngh!" pushed back against him until he was fully engulfed in her hot wetness.

He stroked in and out of her, slow but deep, as Leah muffled her moans with her pillow and pleasured herself with a finger on her clit. As Eli's strokes became more and more insistent, Leah's moans became harder and harder to muffle, and her fingers worked more and more feverishly as they both approached their climax.

When it hit they pressed into each other desperately, compulsively, ravenously. Leah's pussy contracted like some ferocious predatory creature, clutching at Eli's cock again and again as he discharged pulse after pulse of semen. Eli let loose a sotto voce beast-like growl; Leah keened irrepressibly into her pillow as she crested the peak and slid down the other side, body wracked with spasms.




Hikers Lost in a Snowstorm Pt. 01



They lay there panting for a few minutes. When her sweat had begun to dry and blood return to her brain, Leah anxiously looked over at Alice and was relieved to see her still lying there, back turned, breathing steadily. She gave Eli an impish grin, and the surreptitious lovers quietly put their scattered clothes back on. They cuddled and kissed a little bit but shifted apart (so as not to arouse suspicion) before drifting off in a warm haze of sex, whiskey, and exhaustion.

- Next: You don't really think Alice slept through that, do you? -



Hiker's Trail



Ginger lived with her husband Adam, in the mountains near a lake. They had been married for 10 years and both seemed happy with each another. They were both content with their lives with each another and their family they've made together.

Every year Ginger put up with her husband's college mates coming to visit and have their reunion. The boys had been very close through all the years. Ginger always found something to do when they arrived. She could only take the practical jokes for so long then they became a nuisance. It never bothered her to leave, it was always at the right time to take a break from the married life. To become more of herself and enjoy what she truly loves.

She was in love with the outdoors, she loved to camp and never had a problem going alone. There was a lake near her property and decided that this year she would hike to the lake and camp there. She knew just where she was going to make her camp site. It was near a clearing by the lake not too far, but still far enough away from her house.

That morning as Adam was getting the house prepared for his guests. Ginger was preparing her backpack and gear for her getaway. Things were pretty normal between the two and as his first guest arrived, Ginger greeted him with open arms. As Adam and his guest began the weekend the others began to arrive. Ginger knew that this was her key to leave. She packed her food, which was the last thing she needed. The happy couple said their good-byes and she left. She began to hike to the lake on the trail. She loved the wild flowers that were in bloom and decided that she would take some pictures as she hiked. Ginger got some beautiful photos of the natural wild flowers. She was quite the photographer, she did this only as a hobby, but was very talented at that. The hike was exactly what she needed in her life right now. She was beginning to feel as if there was not much meaning to her life but work and home.

As she approached the lake, she was in awe over the beauty that surrounded her. She stopped and took some more pictures then headed down toward the camp site. She was the only one at the lake, it was still springtime so there aren't many tourists yet. It was perfect, no one for miles and her was in complete solitude. She began to pitch her tent and make a clearing for her camp fire. After she had completed that task, she decided that she would go for a swim in the lake to wash off before she began to make her dinner. She took off her clothes and laid them on a rock near the shore. She stepped into the water it was a bit cold. She had a wonderful body for her age, but her husband always made her feel very self conscience of it. As if he didn't want her to think that she was attractive as she indeed was. As she dipped into the cold water, she washed herself of all the negative thoughts that were invading her mind. As though it cleansed her thoroughly.

As he approached, he stopped on a rock to take in the beautiful site of the lake below. He could see from a distance that someone was camping near the shore line. As he focused, he could see a woman in the water swimming. Her clothes were placed on a rock near the camp site. He decided to sit on the rock, not to invade this woman's privacy. Also, to see who else was at the campsite with her. She couldn't be alone he thought to himself. He focused his eyes looking at her beautiful body glistening with the water beads upon her. He could not take his eyes off of her, soon she stepped out of the water and he could see all of her. Could she be just a dream? He thought to himself. She seemed so perfect to him in every way. He stayed there for a bit longer and watched her dress. He decided to walk down to the camp site, thinking that the others she was camping with would be along soon.

She began to get the fire started as the sun began to set. It was a beautiful sunset that evening, her had taken some more pictures of the sunset. It was time to get her dinner started. She went to get out the steaks she had packed and vegetables. She thought she would cook two steaks and wrap one up for breakfast. That way she could do some early morning fishing without taking a lot of time in the morning cooking. As she was stoking the fire, she heard someone approaching her campsite. It was a man, he was a nice looking man with a wonderful build. That was the first thing she noticed about him. He asked where the rest of her party was, she was a bit afraid to tell him that she was alone.

Then she decided that he seemed nice enough and got a good look at his eyes and she about fell into them as she stood there. He too took a look into her eyes, they were dark and beautiful. They both stood there as if they were statues, until she looked away at the campsite and told him that she was alone for the night. He asked if he could camp along the side of her for the night if that wasn't too much of an invasion. She replied, no it's not an invasion, I'd be happy to have some company. She asked him if he was hungry that she had brought two steaks and she'd be happy to share with him. He accepted her invitation for dinner. As she was cooking, the two were in conversation the entire time. He helped her while cooking and was very attentive. It was such a nice change to have a man helping her. She could feel the connection between them, but tried to ignore it.

As they ate their dinner, they talked the entire time. It was if they both knew each other if not it was as if they knew each other in a different lifetime. They both felt this sense of attraction to one another. As the night came, the discussions were more intense. They talked from everything from their childhoods to their current relationships. They laughed and cried at each others life experiences. He was unhappy to find that she was married, he thought that this woman would be the one for him. He didn't dismay the signals he was receiving from her either. He thought, even if I had one night with her it would be worth a lifetime. She too, was having the same thoughts of him. She hadn't been with another man in so long and this one she actually had felt for. Even though she just met him, she wanted to be intimate with him. 

She thought of her marriage and knowing that her husband had been unfaithful to her in the past. It made her think was this something she really wanted? She began to shiver it was getting cold out, he saw her shiver and stood up and put some more wood onto the fire and sat next to her. She could feel his arm around her shoulder and he asked if it was okay with her to do so, she nodded yes. They just sat and watched the fire blaze, she felt so safe and secure in his arms. She was so relaxed with him, she looked up at him and they gazed into each others eye and their lips met. At first it was a soft friendly kiss to test the water to say. Then one after the other their kisses were ever more passionate. It had been so long since she had been kissed with passion. 

She didn't stop him it was as if she was inviting him for more than just the kisses he was giving to her. It was so natural between them, no awkwardness. He began to kiss her neck she could feel herself releasing all that she had held in for so long. His kisses moved further down her neck and his hands moved onto her breasts, he opened up her shirt and let her breasts out and moved toward them with him mouth. First cupping the entire breast into his hand until the nipple was in his lips, he pulled gently at the nipple with his teeth, while flicking the tip with his tongue. This gave her such a thrill inside her, it was as if he knew exactly what she wanted. 

He wanted to please her so badly, he moved from one breast to the other. She was getting hot and very wet from his kisses, she began to unbutton his shirt and removed it. He pulled back and their lips met again. She touched his muscular chest and moved her fingertips all over it feeling every inch of him. She licked down his neck to his chest, doing the same with his nipples as he did with her. She loved the taste of him it was so strange as if her taste buds went haywire. Sending her signals as if he was chocolate and she wanted the lick all of it up. He was memorized by her kisses, never wanting this moment to stop. It was so unreal, like he dreamed it all before. 

They fell to the ground he was on top of her, her shirt was opened up with her breasts exposed. She removed it as he removed his watching each other while they completed the task. She looked down at the buttons to his pants and moved her hands down from his chest toward it. She unbuttoned them, then unzipped them slowly while they looked into each other eyes. With a soft smile, she moved her hands and pulled her pants off. He stood up and the fire was behind him, so his face was shadowed. He took his pants off and stood there erect and savored the moment. 

He got on his knees and knelt down slowly toward her, and put his hands to her face and kissed her lips once again. He moved down the crevice of her body until he came to her clitoris. Once he was there, he moved his hands to her breasts touch and kneading at them. His tongue moved around and around he could feel her hips move as he found her spot. At this point her hips arched up as if letting him know he hit the mark. Once he found it he was relentless in making her jerk in fulfillment. He could tell she was almost at the climax when her moans were in sync with her breathing faster. She screamed into the night with ecstasy. His movements with his tongue were slower but repetitive once she achieved her first orgasm. She couldn't believe that she climaxed in such a way that made her scream like that. The thing was that he continued after she orgasmed and it felt so wonderful. She could feel another one coming in a rush. It made her head spin.

He felt all of her muscles collapse in relief, he knew he did the right things to her. She sat up and again their eyes met with each having a grin on their face. It was her turn she moved onto of him and kissed him on his lips and from a soft and gentle kiss it became more passionate. Her kisses became ever more explosive. Again tasting his body on her lips exhilarated her. She couldn't stop herself if she tried, first she licked his neck near his ear taking the tip of his earlobe into between her lips and then whispered into his ear. "You're the man of my dreams." 

It was as if they both had been reading each others minds. Her licking progressed down onto his chest. Her head was moving in waves as was her body motioning with her head. It was almost as if it was a dance playing in his mind. He laid back and let her roll over him, he was at her mercy now. She moved only but touched his chest with her fingertips. She could feel the energy filling the tips of her fingers. He felt a strange scene in his body, she was touching him with what felt like electricity. It was the electricity coming from the two of them touching each other. 

She moved her hands onto his hard throbbing cock and licked her way onto the tip. She licked the tip twirling it to the tips of her lips. Her mouth followed her tongue slowly fitting it into her mouth. Then gently tugging pulling it in further. Moving her hands jacking him off into her mouth sucking. He could feel the pressure building inside. She moved one hand tickling his balls with her fingertips. Moving them around in a circular motion. She continued the motions, jacking him off into her hot mouth. Finally, he gave into her and shot his hot cum into her throat. She drank all of it, like it was syrup to her soul. Her movements slowed to a minimum, still sucking at his throbbing cock. He could feel the back of her throat, like she was trying to swallow his cock. 

She wasn't even conscience of what she was doing. It just felt right she could tell that she had gave him the same satisfaction he had given to her. She finally stopped with her mouth and just laid next to him still touching him with the tips of her fingers. He lay on his side looking into her eyes. Examining her beautiful curves and crevices. They softly began touching each other again meeting their lips upon another intertwining with each other. Moving near the fire, feeling the heat rising moving within them again. She could feel her juices with his hard cock, he guided his hard cock into her. As he pushed his way in, he looked into her eyes, she was watching every move he made. He pushed all the way in and then began to push in thrusts harder and harder into her. He picked her up and she arched her back and he continued to thrust her. He worked faster and faster picking up the pace, it felt as though they were working together as one machine. 

She felt another rush coming to her and released again, she screamed to him. He heard her scream and pushed further into her pounding and pounding. Finally, he too shot his cum into her both panting with exhaustion. They laid in each other arms the rest of the night only to cover themselves when they cooled off.

The next morning they woke up and looked into each others eye and again their lips met with a kiss. He told her not to say anything that it must have been the most wonderful dream in his life. He had to leave he had friends he had to meet in a little bit that he was attending a party. There was no awkwardness between them. She was somewhat glad that he had to leave, she knew she had to go back to her husband. The only thing is that she would never see him again. With just having spent one night together, she felt sad not to be able to see him again. This was a man indeed she was already falling in love with. He packed his gear and kissed her again and said another day or another time. Then he walked away. He to was sad, he wanted to say with her never leaving her side. The reality came back to his face, she was married.

She did some fishing that morning, but wasn't very lucky. She decided that it was time to pack up and hike back home. After clearing the campsite, she stood and pondered the last 24 hours she'd spent. Then, thinking to herself, yes it was just like a dream. She hiked back to her house, by this time her house was full of Adam's mates. She made her way in and excused herself and unpacked her gear, then headed toward her bedroom. She was in the hallway as she looked up and there he was standing right in front of her. Both in shock they stood staring at each other, her husband walked up and asked, Ginger have you ever met John? he was my best friend in high school. She told Adam, well I really don't think we've ever met formally. She smiled.