Greg wondered if he had made a wise decision about joining the friends of his cousin Rachel for a hike in the mountains, as he stumbled across the trail that had been washed out by the recent heavy rains in Southern California. He had arrived the night before at his cousin's home in Capistrano Beach after completing his week-long assignment in La Jolla, near San Diego. He realized that he had allowed himself to be dragged into this adventure out of guilt, as he had not worked out during the previous week. So he figured he could use this opportunity for some much-needed exercise. Now, after running out of breath and grimacing at the burning feeling in his mouth and chest only after a climb of a mile up the canyon, he wondered if he had over-extended himself.
Rachel and her husband Roger had also joined the hiking party, and so Greg really had no choice. He would have preferred to spend his time on the beach and enjoy the nice view of the ocean and the bikini-clad women. His mind kept wandering towards the thoughts of the flesh, as he sweated his way up the road, trying to keep up with the experienced mountain climbers in the party. He trudged on, and soon they were at the 2-Mile marker for a much-needed refreshment break.
Roger and another couple decided that they had had enough, and turned back. Greg was tempted to return with them, but Rachel told him that she wanted to go on a bit further, and would return after another mile or so. Greg decided to keep her company, and they climbed on. But he was tired, and his legs began to hurt. He had suffered from leg cramps for a long time, and now he was beginning to feel the end of his stamina.
He told others to go on, and told them that he would wait for them at that spot. After a few minutes, he wandered up the path around the hairpin curve. A few hundred feet ahead, he found a clearing in the forest on the hillside where a narrow trail led to the dense bushes and exotic trees dotting the rocky landscape. Greg made his way up the trail and entered the dense growth to a breathtaking view of the valley on the other side. The hillside dropped several hundred feet into the dense, tree-covered slope and he could see the shimmering stream in the floor of the valley below. He could also hear the sound of the waterfall in the distance.
The sun had come up considerably by now. Greg looked at his watch. It was close to noon. He looked up, and was greeted by gentle, white clouds drifting in the easterly direction. The wind picked up slightly, and he could smell the exotic smells of the wildflowers around him. Bees, bugs of all kinds and birds flew all around him, making buzzing and chirping sounds. Greg stepped closer to the edge, and found a precarious trail, leading along the edge to what appeared to be an open spot a couple of hundred feet ahead. Thinking that he might be able to get a better view of the lush valley and the distant Pacific Ocean on a remarkably clear blue sky, he gingerly made his way along the narrow path.
As he neared the clearing, which was well hidden from view by dense bush and trees, he caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a red blanket. He heard a giggling feminine sound, followed by a male laughter. Suddenly aware that he might be invading the privacy of some couple, Greg paused, and waited for some indication that it would be okay to proceed. After all, the couple might just be having a picnic.
He heard the laughter of the woman again and then the unmistakable sign of moaning, which could mean only one thing. The couple was engaged in some kind of intimacy. Greg strained his ears to catch a hint of what might be going on, but the wind was blowing in the opposite direction. He became curious, and began making his way towards the bush. He planned to steal a peek at the couple from the safety of the bush, and ascertain the status of the situation, before making his appearance known to them.
As he crouched behind the bush, he heard more sounds and then the flashing of the woman's leg. He could see the glint of silver from the anklet she was wearing, and the position of the leg clearly suggested that she was lying on the ground with her legs up in the air. Greg found himself reacting to the titillating sight. He shifted slightly to get a better view. Soon he was staring at the most erotic sight in his life.
The young brunette was lying naked on the red blanket, with her lover poised over her. From the side, Greg could see his muscular torso, and his very erect penis aimed at the dark bush between the woman's open legs. The man plunged with precision, and Greg watched in awe as the glistening organ deftly disappeared in the pink opening. He was barely fifty feet away from the copulating couple, and was becoming painfully aware of the pressure exerted by the rapidly growing erection in his shorts. He shifted again to ease the urgent pressure in his loins, but as he did so, the twigs under his feet broke, making a loud snapping sound. The man on the other side of the bush froze in his downward plunge, his head turning sharply in Greg's direction. Greg cursed under his breath, and crouched lower to avoid detection.
The woman clasped her lover's hips and heaved up at the same time, moaning with desire. "Don't stop, Mike. I am so close. Don't pay attention to the noise. May be a squirrel or something."
The man turned his attention back to the woman lying under him, and resumed his lovemaking. She pulled him down on top of him, kissing him with passion, as their bodies undulated in the tight sexual embrace. Greg could not see too well from his position, but could hear the passionate sounds coming from the woman. He could sense her imminent orgasm, and it excited him to the point of wanting to run out into the clearing to watch them openly. He slowly crawled away from the hiding spot, and stood up. His organ was painfully stiff and pushing against the material of the shorts.
Greg looked around quickly, and then pulled his shorts down. His erect cock sprang up liked a coiled spring, slapping against his belly. He stripped completely, leaving only his socks and shoes, and began walking toward the clearing. He stepped carefully around the bush separating him from the couple and stood watching them. He now had a clear view of Mike's back as he continued to ram the woman.
The woman, whose name he had not yet heard, was frantically heaving and pushing against the stiff cock of her lover plunging into her very moist pussy, trying reach her orgasm. Greg could see the tension in her face, and the desperation in her movements, as Mike continued to ram his cock in her. He seemed more relaxed, as if he had yet to reach his orgasm. Greg's cock twitched at the incredibly erotic sight, and he had to fight the urge to stroke himself. He wanted to enjoy the eroticism of the moment without any additional stimulation.
The woman let out a deep moan, and flung her head from side to side as her orgasm approached. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and thrust her hips up against her lover's cock. Mike arched his back to meet her thrusts, grabbing her knees and spreading them further so as to bury himself deeper. His orgasm was also getting closer, and he wanted to flood her womb at the same time that she climaxed. The woman screamed as his cock plunged into her passage, and she opened her eyes. They were full of lust and passion, and her vision was almost blurred. But she sensed that they had company. She suddenly stopped moving, and looked at Greg. Her mouth opened in disbelief. Her first impulse was to push Mike off and scream, but then she saw the very erect organ jutting straight out from Greg's hairy bush. Suddenly she smiled and licked her lips, looking squarely at Greg.
Greg smiled back, and gave her a thumbs-up sign. The woman returned her attention to her lover, and grabbed his buttocks. With a load moan, she thrashed her pussy against his cock, and arched her back. Mike plunged in with a loud grunt, shuddering as his orgasm flooded her. He gave a few rapid thrusts trying to prolong his orgasm, and the woman ground her pussy against his shaft, moaning with abandon, knowing that she was putting on a great show for the intruder.
After a few frantic gyrations, she stopped and pulled her lover down. Mike had still not seen Greg. She whispered something in Mike's ears, and his head sharply jerked towards Greg. He tried to pull himself out his lover's grip, but she held him down, and said, "Let him watch, Mike. I think he is enjoying it. Look at his cock. Isn't is beautiful?"
"Cut it out, Karen," Mike said, his voice showing a trace of anger at the intrusion. He pulled his shrinking organ out of her, and stood up. Facing Greg, he demanded, "How long have you been standing here watching us?"
"Not very long. You two were just beautiful together. I am Greg."
"I'm Mike, and this is Karen. What are you doing here?"
"I was with some friends who are hiking up the mountain. I didn't want to climb all the way, so I stopped. I was just wandering around when I heard the sounds from here. So I came closer to investigate. I didn't expect this."
Karen had gotten up in the meanwhile, and she walked over to Greg, oblivious of her nakedness.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
