The bastard left me a note, "Dear Sally, time has come to for us to part. It's not you it's me and I need some time alone to think about the future. Please don't think to harshly of me. Love Will."
I'd give him 'Love Will." The fucking dirty two timer swore his love and then fucked my best friend. God if he were here I'd cut his fucking cock off and make him eat it.
He's not and I'm going on holiday without the useless twat. Anyway he was a lousy lover, big cock and and even bigger ego. Trouble was I had nobody to quench my lust. I needed cock and lots of it. It was my own fault. I'd built this holiday up in my mind, waking up to a cock in my pussy, going to bed and getting more cock and stopping during the day to be shagged.
Good job we hadn't spent much on the holiday. We liked camping and hill walking. Well I did and I suspect he came along with it just to keep getting in my knickers. Well not any more, now my thirty two year old pussy was looking for something younger, bigger and far more virile. Whatever, I needed a good long break in the great outdoors.
I say we but it was mostly me planned our walking holidays. It was me that mapped out our route, camp site by camp site and day by day.
Three days to go and I was all ready. Two man tent, sleeping bag and warm clothing and the rest of the gear in or on my back pack. Cash and credit cards stowed away. All I had to do was get through the next couple of days without wetting myself from over excitement.
I drove the hundred miles to a place I'd planned to park up. I'd been here before and paid the farmer to park in his yard. There was another car, an old banger, parked up.
"Couple of young lads, just set off not more than two hours ago. If your quick you might catch them up. Be a bit of company for you, seeing as your on your own."
"Yes should have been the boyfriend but I dumped him, not up to the mark."
It wasn't true but it made me feel a bit better saying I'd dumped him and not the other way round.
"Weather looks good so you should make good progress."
"Yea and the forecast for the first week at least is very good."
I thanked him and handed over the money.
"See you in a couple of weeks," I said as I loaded up and strapped myself in.
There was a mile or more before the ground started to rise steeply. I'd used this path many times but never going out for more than a couple of days at a time. I could see two walkers ahead of me as I came by the fast flowing stream. They were only specks in the distance, it would take me a long time to catch them up. I walked on still thinking about that duplicitous bastard.
The ground started to rise and the sound of water rushing over rocks grew louder. The path was mostly bare rocks and becoming difficult to walk. I kept my head down trying to find the best foot fall. I looked up at the sound of laughter. Oh my lord, two naked boys upto their knees in the stream. They looked up from splashing each other and saw me. They stood for a moment and I could see two cocks shrivelled by the cold. I smiled, put my head down and walked on. I looked back to see them scrambling to find there clothes. About a hour later I stopped for a drink and a bite. I sat on a rock looking at the scenery.
"Sorry misses," the one I would come to know as Tom said. His friend Tim repeated his words.
"No problem," I said, "Nothing I haven't seen before."
They sat on rocks opposite me and we talked. They were two students, finished first year engineer at university. I told them I was a banking executive. We talked some more, mainly about the mountains and hill walking. Then we got onto our hike. They were doing the same route as me. Coincident was that had virtually the same itinerary as me.
"We could walk together," said Tim, "Be nice company and I won't have to listen to this guy for a fortnight."
That seemed to suite us and we set off together. They walked in front, with me at the back. It was quite leisurely and they would stop every hour and rest. Just a short stop, sometimes they would offer me one of those energy bars, other times they just sat and we talked.
Tom was nearly six feet tall and quite slim. He had dark hair and a very nice face. Tim was maybe an inch shorter and looked a lot more muscular. They were very pleasant young men. I soon found out they were girlfriend-less but they assured me they weren't gay. I was thinking how good this was to be alone in the mountains with two randy young men. Things were getting better as long as they didn't mind being with a thirty something.
By the time we reached our first overnight stop the sun was low in the sky and I knew we only had three or four hours of daylight. Our first stop was a wild camp on a flat piece of ground near to a gently flowing stream. We set out tents, their's was a bit larger than mine but still only a two man. I unpacked the rest of my stuff and arranged it in the tent. Not having Will with me meant I had plenty of room but nobody to keep me warm if the night got too cold. We cooked our own food. Mine was one of those dehydrated meals for explorers, expensive but well worth the reduction in weight. Theirs came out of tins. They were good enough to collect all their rubbish and bag it for taking away.
We sat and ate in silence, I was so hungry I didn't want to talk.
"I'm going to wash up then get ready for bed," I said.
I left them and went and got my washing up gear and some shower gel. Off I went. I washed my plates and cooking utensils in the cold water then stripped down to my thong to wash. I was humming away as I went from my face down across my breasts and belly. I dried my top half and then pulled off my thong to wash lower down. Something caught my eye and naked I turned. Tom and Tim were stood watching me. All they had on was shorts and I could clearly see they were tenting. I smiled.
"I've seen you and now you have seen me."
I dried, picked up my thongs and walked between them back to the tents. I smiled, "Nice."
Quickly I put on a clean thong and t-shirt. I went back to the stream and stood. Tim looked at Tom and he looked back. Together they dropped their shorts and started to wash themselves as I had done. They made a show of washing their very hard cocks. I smiled and walked back to my tent. I climbed inside and pulled off my t-shirt. I lay on the sleeping bag, it was too hot to cover up. I turned the lamp off and lay in the darkness. My hand went down under my thong and I slipped a finger into my slit. I hadn't realised how wet I was. There were voices outside the tent. Tom and Tim were saying something and then one said
"Not yet, leave it a day or two."
Then there was silence and I was left in the darkness, me and my pussy and images of Tim and Tom licking my slit. It wasn't long before I climaxed and fell asleep.
It was light enough at four in the morning to wake me. The air had cooled but was still warm enough to be comfortable in just my thong. I got my wash gear together and left the tent.
"Come along sleepy heads," I said pulling up the zip on their tent. I put my head inside. Tom and Tim were laid on their sleeping bags, not a stitch on. Both with morning woods. A fine pair of cocks if ever I should see another two together. Eyes opened and Tom and Tim sat up, no doubt aroused by the sight of my tits hanging down.
"Morning boys. You sleep well?"
They both tried to cover their magnificent erections. An act that seemed pretty pointless as I'd seem them twice before.
"I'm off for a wash and clean my teeth if you would care to join me."
I moved back so only my face was inside the tent.
"You can bring big Tom and big Tim if you want."
Neither of them had spoken yet but I had to move away quickly as they scrambled out of the tent.
There we were walking three abreast. Me in my thong and those two being led by rampant cocks. It was only when we got to the stream that I realised both Tom and Tim had dried cum on their chest and bellies. So we had all resorted to masturbation before bedtime. We knelt in a line cleaning teeth and washing, me with an ache between my legs and those two with hardons, painful looking hardons. I finished first and stood up. I came between them and knelt. With Tom in one hand and Tim in the other I stoked them. At first it was like skiing, both hands going back and forward together. It soon turned into running and one hand came forward the other came back. They were both moaning and it took no time at all before I knew my work was paying off. Two jets of cum shot from two cocks and landed in the stream, to be washed away.
Two hands fort to slide under my thong. I dropped two cocks and took hold of their arms.
