Rachel hiked up the last few feet of the rise, the cool breeze blowing over the ridge drying the sweat that covered her chest and damp sports bra causing her to shiver. The view as she came out of the trees and onto the narrow limestone ridge was spectacular with rolling green hills covered in oak, beech, walnut and maple marching away into the hazy distance. Just across the shallow valley maybe a mile away was a bare, gray dolomite dome protruding through the trees. The gray flanks of the dome sloped gently away to the east, but to the west the outcrop of stone dropped away in a rounded and smooth cliff that even cut in slightly as it reached the forest canopy below. A small rectangular outcrop jutted up a third of the way from the steep drop completed the illusion of how the hill got its nickname among hikers in the area, the Witch's Tit.
Rachel smiled, the shape of the hill did resemble the curve of a woman's breast and the rocky outcrop perfectly proportioned and placed to be that breasts nipple.
She watched for a minute as a red tail hawk glided gently through the cloudless blue sky and over the Witch's Tit before hopping in place to seat her backpack more onto her hips than her shoulders. With a final pull to tighten the waistband of her backpack she began the long hike down the ridge and into the valley below.
With luck Rachel hoped to reach the dolomite dome well before dinner and have her camp set up next to the Witch's Tit for a truly spectacular night of stargazing.
In an hour Rachel had reached the valley floor and the swift, rocky stream that divided it. She stopped at the stream and took her backpack off, stretching like a cat before eating a quick snack. After her granola bar and Capri Sun were finished Rachel waded barefoot out into the clear stream while she pumped water through her filter to refill her camelback. Once done Rachel waded out and quickly packed, being careful to make sure she hadn't left any trash behind.
With a final glance around the area Rachel began to put on a clean pair of socks and hiking boot before hesitating and glancing nervously up and down the trail. Flashes of what she had stumbled across three years ago when she had found two couples making love together at her favorite waterfall flashed through her mind and with a guilty grin Rachel set her boots aside and pulled out a camp towel from her backpack.
With one last glance along the trail Rachel pulled her sweaty sports bra over her head before pushing her khaki hiking shorts down. She rarely wore underwear with athletic shorts so in just seconds she was standing naked, looking nervously along the trail as her pulse raced.
Rachel stepped out of the shorts where they had puddled around her feet and waded out into the cool stream again. Finding a deep pool Rachel was able to lower herself down and by leaning back even completely submerge herself beneath the water. The water felt amazing after hiking through the 90 degree humidity of south eastern Tennessee, but she still hurried as she rinsed the dirt and sweat of the last two days off her body. After scrubbing her fingers through the tightly braided dreadlocks of her long, blond hair Rachel stood up and sluiced as much water off her body as she could before wading back out.
She used the thin, ridiculously small camp towel to dry off as best she could before picking up her discarded sports bra. She wrinkled her nose at the smell that she hadn't even noticed before cleaning up and gingerly picked up her shorts which smelled even worse. With another trip into the chill water of the stream she quickly scrubbed both with a dollop of biodegradable camp soap before returning to the bank.
Rachel had just started to open her backpack for a change of clothes when the image of the two couples flashed through her mind. With the image came an idea that had never occurred to her before, something so out of character that it was as if someone else had whispered a suggestion in her ear. An idea that set her heart racing as she glanced nervously back along the trail.
Rachel came to a sudden decision and with a mischievous grin closed her backpack and hung her damp camp towel, sports bra and shorts from the outside before pulling on a pair of clean socks and boots. She glanced down at herself, completely naked except for her tan hiking boots and couldn't believe what she was thinking of doing.
With a final, deep breath Rachel picked up her backpack and shouldered it, setting the weight on her hips before buckling the waist belt. She closed the chest buckle with a loud snap and smiled at the sight of her breasts squeezed together and poking through the harness perkily.
With a final, nervous glance along the trail Rachel set off, the breeze raising goose bumps across her naked body even in the oppressive heat and humidity. The hike across the valley went by in a blink of the eye, the trepidation, excitement and even exhilaration of the possibility of coming around the next curve in the trail to find herself face to face with another hiker causing the time and her heart to race by equally fast.
Eventually the loamy earth and shade of the forest canopy gave way to the hard, gray stone of the dolomite dome as she began to follow a worn path up. She imagined herself hiking up the gentle swell of some giant Mother Gia's breast as the path rose in a series of switchbacks towards the summit of the stone outcrop. The view became spectacular as Rachel gained in altitude and hiked above the forests canopy, the trees stretching away into the hazy distance in one rolling green wave after another. Rachel paused as she reached the summit and saw the Witch's Tit, her naked body glistening with sweat in the warm sunlight. The rocky outcrop wasn't that spectacular up close, just a jumble of several giant boulders piled around the base of a stone cliff without any of the resemblance of a nipple that distance and perspective had given it earlier. Rachel turned in a slow circle enjoying the view before turning back to the Tit and walking on.
She had planned to camp on the south facing flank of the dome at the base of the 'Tit' since several of her hiking guides had recommended that spot. The trail she had been following divided in a Y just before the 'Tit' and Rachel followed the left hand branch that would lead her around to the south facing side. The sun felt good soaking into her body and she turned her face up to the clear blue sky as she came around the last turn to what was to be her campsite before stopping in shock.
In front of her two women were kneeling on the ground with their legs drawn up beneath them in a lotus position less than fifteen feet away. A small petite woman on the left had raven black hair that flowed down her back all the way to touch the ground from where she was sitting with a heart shaped face and dark brown eyes. A tall, lanky woman on the right had short cropped coppery red hair, an oval face covered in freckles and very striking blue eyes.
The ground in front of the women had been swept clean with a white chalk circle several feet in diameter drawn onto the gray stone. The circle contained a red chalk triangle with each of the points just touching the edge of the circle in front of the two women with the third point facing in Rachel's direction. Rachel stared at the three candles placed at each of the triangles corners, a black candle burning with a purplish flame before the black haired woman, a red candle with a flaring, sputtering reddish orange flame before the redhead, and a third unlit yellow candle at the point pointing towards Rachel. As odd as the scene was before her Rachel was more dumbfounded and amazed since both women were just as naked as she was.
"Well, hello," the red haired woman smiled and said in a sexy contralto.
"We've been waiting for you," the raven haired woman said in a soprano voice with a heavy southern accent.
Rachel crossed her arms to cover her chest in embarrassment as she stared at the two women in confusion.
"Who are you?" Rachel asked.
"I'm Becky," the red head replied with a smile, "And this is Susan.
"Are you ready to share with us?"
