The usual disclaimer – this is (mainly!) fiction, the characters' names are disguised, and it's better to start reading about Frank at Chapter One. Thanks to all of you who've provided feedback and suggestions, all of which have been gratefully received, even if I've not replied personally (sorry!)
Next morning we awoke at sunrise, anxious to get an early start for the serious hill walking we were about to undertake – from nearly sea level to 750m (it doesn't sound much but remember it's Britain) over rough rocky terrain shaped by millions of years of exposure to mother nature. I hit the shower block with my girl friend Nessie and we took adjoining stalls, stripping easily in front of each other. I've always admired Nessie's fuller figure, especially her D cup breasts, which put mine to shame, and I made a mental note to myself to one day explore her further. We chatted about our day ahead as we cleaned up. I knew Nessie had to wash up after her session with Paul the previous night, but she had no idea that Tim and I had also indulged, culminating in him flooding my love tunnel with his ejaculate.
"So, hard climb ahead" she half-shouted, over the shower noise.
"Not half as hard as tomorrow night" I replied, smiling to myself as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair.
"Ahh Kate, you're soooo crude!" Nessie responded. "Crude but fair" she added, after a half-pause for comic effect. We both giggled a little.
We chatted for a while as we washed. As I soaped up my front, feeling my nipples harden in the early morning rush that the body gives you to let you know it's good to be alive, I toyed briefly with the idea of teasing my clitoris to a quick orgasm, but then realised that it's hard to focus on sexual relief when the girl next door is trying to hold a conversation with you, and reluctantly left my hot button alone, figuring that Tim could attend to it later.
After showering we dried off and dressed. As we knew the day would be both hot and long the two of us had opted for light clothes Nessie was in cotton undies, jean shorts and white cotton shirt and I'd ended up choosing to wear my little blue polka-dot bikini (it was the eighties!) under green cotton shorts and a sleeveless green t-shirt that didn't do much to hide my svelte teen figure from the world at large. I was very aware of my petite breasts and tight little bum being shown off by my choice, but also knew that, given we were hiking into the wilds of North Wales, the only male audience would be the man I intended sleeping with that evening, and Paul, who I knew was so wrapped up in Nessie that he wouldn't notice if I hiked nude.
We quickly struck our tents and distributed the canvas and poles amongst our packs. The guys were suitably gentlemanly in taking the lion's share of the weight allowing us girls an easier walk under lighter loads.
It was still early as we set off from our campsite, stopping (oh how good we were!) to leave a route plan and e.t.a. for our return under the door of the campsite owner in case of difficulties.
Our walk across and over the Rhinog mountains was odd in that we were walking South to North, where most people went the other way, for the simple reason the boulder field and scree slopes were easier to go across that way round. As we'd left early we figured that we'd have the worst rock scrambling out of the way before lunch and before the day really warmed up, and so it proved. The dry weather meant the mountain bogs were drier and easier to navigate than after rain, and the rock scrambling was much simpler than it would have been had the rocks got a good soaking while were there. With only a couple of short snack stops and comfort breaks we were lunching by the small lake on the Eastern flank of Rhinog Fach, the smaller of the two giant brothers.
"We've made good time" said Paul, checking the map and his watch. Choice ahead: do we laze over lunch or get on with it, conquer 'Fach and hit our campsite early?"
"Where's the advantage in that?" said Tim. He stole a sidelong glance at me, as he'd been doing all morning. "We could have a swim here, cool off and then get going"
"Swim at our campsite" said Nessie. "There's a lake there too, isn't there Paul?"
Paul confirmed Nessie's expectations, and we all agreed we'd push on to get to destination as soon as we could, much to Tim's chagrin.
"Easy, tiger", I told him as we put our packs back on to move off. I squeezed his hand in mine, letting him know my interest matched his. "Wait till later!"
"I know, Frank. It's just that, well, I've had to look at your butt while we've been walking all morning and I figured that rather than walk we could, you know..." his voice trailed off.
"Know what?" I teased. I didn't wait for his response, as his face flushed. I turned him to face me, and, as Paul and Nessie helped each other with their packs, tilted my head up to his to kiss him, briefly, full on the lips. "Later" I emphasised, raising an eyebrow and smiling at the expression on his face – all hope, fear, frustration and expectation. He still took the chance to cop a quick feel of my arse before I smacked his hand away!
Our final ascent up Rhinog Fach was steep, sweaty and breath-stopping. We had little energy for anything other than a quick cheer as we hit the summit, sun beating down on us and no shelter in sight. The view out across the Barmouth Bay was spectacular, and we could see for miles.
"I can see all the way to future" I breathed. Nessie cocked a quizzical eyebrow at me. "Where the sun sets," I explained. "By the time it's going down over there it's already night here, so I've always looked at sunset over the ocean as being in the future."
She lifted her water bottle to me in a mock toast. "Here's to your future" she said, a little smile playing across her face. Having set Tim & I up for the weekend, she was milking it for all it was worth!
"What goes on tour stays on tour" I responded, echoing the age-old mantra of weekenders across the whole country, be they sporting, dirty or sci-fi convention-goers.
