Morgan woke up with a start. She sat up and looked toward the window. It was still dark outside. She looked at the clock on the nightstand and sighed. It was set for seven but it showed a few minutes after five. She laid back down on her back and sighed again.
She sat up and leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp. As she returned to the upright position, her hands came up and caressed her bare breasts. She shivered as her hands rubbed back and forth over her nipples. It made them tingle. She exhaled noisily as she threw back the covers.
"I might as well get up. There is no going back to sleep now," she said aloud and wiggled over to sit on the side of the bed.
A backpack with a roll bag strapped at the bottom and her sleeping bag and small dome tent strapped to the top caught her eyes and she smiled. "An early start is a cooler start," she whispered as she climbed out of bed.
As she headed for the bathroom, she mulled over the heat of the day. This trip was supposed to have happened a month earlier but.... She sighed as she sat down on the commode. Her supervisor at work had had a heart attack and she had filled in for him.
She patted herself dry and opened the shower door. Turning toward the sink, she picked up a length of black ribbon and tied her hair up in a topknot so it wouldn't get wet. It was a little over shoulder length but it was fine and thick. It took time to dry.
Working four days a week gave her a three day weekend every week. Most of the time she stayed home and watched TV or played on her computer. But this weekend she felt energized. There was no rain in the forecast and the temperature was supposed to be mild to warm. Camping time in her mind.
After her shower, she put on a pair of dark green short running shorts and a black t-shirt that she had cut off at the bottom. Her breasts were not large but they were round and her nipples stuck straight out. The shirt ended a few inches below the bottoms of her breasts and allowed breezes to caress the bottom of each one.
Dressed, she sat on the side of the bed and put on her socks and hiking boots. When she stood up, she stomped her feet to settle the boots in place. It was an old habit. She found an old brown ball cap and put it on. With the pack in hand, she turned off the beside lamp and headed for the kitchen.
Since she was early, she considered making coffee and breakfast. Instead, she grabbed a bottle of water and sipped it as she rounded up her wallet and car keys. The idea of breakfast at the old café crossed her mind and she grabbed a hoodie and slipped it on.
*****
Breakfast had been quick and easy. Thirty minutes and she was on her way. Now she was entering the hill country. It was cool this early so she had the A/C off and her windows rolled down. The hoodie kept her comfortable.
It was just cracking dawn as she turned on a gravel side road. It led to an old park that was more run down than anything. A mile or so before the park, she turned into an old logging road. As she slowly followed the road, the surroundings were getting lighter.
By the time she reached the old logging clear cut where they had loaded out logs she had her headlights off. It had grown up a lot since the last time she was here but there was still enough of a road for her to get across it and hide her car among a stand of cedar trees.
She rolled the windows up, got out, and got her backpack out of the backseat. She locked the car and smiled as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was sweet and heady out here in the woods.
With the pack in hand, she wove her way through the cedars until she was in a large oak flat. She took the hoodie off and tied the arms around her waist. It only took a few minutes to get the pack on, the straps snapped and adjusted to her liking.
She bounced the pack and wiggled her shoulders to get it settled. She had a big smile on her face as she headed out across the oak flat. She was headed for a gap between two very large pines. As she stepped between the pines, there were quick footsteps in the leaves to her right. She froze and watched two deer trotting away from her. They went out of sight around an old dead pine top.
That's a good sign, she thought. If the deer were not spooked enough to run then no one had been around to bother them. She headed out among the tall scattered pines, only now, she was walking slowly and carefully and looking around more.
She didn't see any more deer but she did see a couple of squirrels and a large rabbit. By the time she reached a brush line at the far edge of the pines, she was ready for a drink of water. She paused and unclipped her canteen from the side of the pack and took a swallow. It was still cool.
Putting the canteen away, she turned right and followed the edge of the brush. A couple hundred yards later, she came to a cut through the brush. She worked her way along the trail until it opened out into an area of large oaks with smaller pines and cedars mixed in.
She walked over to a big oak and took the pack off. She sat it down at the base of the trunk and opened the barrel bag. She reached in a pulled out two pieces of soft tanned leather on a woven thong. There was a small sheath knife on the string also. She laid it down on the pack.
Straightening up, she pulled the t-shirt off and put it in the roll bag. She took her time looking around as she ran her hands over her breasts and belly. She shivered and untied the hoodie from around her waist. That went in the bag also.
She slowly and carefully looked around as she caressed her breasts again. Her nipples were tingling deeply as she groaned softly and reached for the waistband of the shorts. As the shorts slowly slid down her hips and down her thighs, she made soft whimpering sounds. Being naked out in the wood was both exciting and scary at the same time.
Her head wanted to turn every which a way as she took the shorts off over her boots. She kept control of the scary part pretty well. The exciting part, there wasn't much she could do about that. She could feel her inner and outer lips slipping and sliding together as she squatted down to put the shorts away.
She picked up the two pieces of leather, along with the knife, and the thong and stood up. She shivered as she wrapped the thong around her waist and tied the two ends in a bow at her left hip. Her hands checked the leather panel in the back. It was as wide as the top of her ass cheeks and half that width where it ended an inch or so below her ass.
The front panel was almost as wide as her pelvic bones at the top and half that wide at the bottom. It ended an inch below her sex. This was the first time she had worn this outfit outside her apartment. It had felt fine inside but out here.... The words scandalous, scary, and exciting rolled around in her head.
Squatting down, she closed up the bag and stood up with the pack in hand. She put the pack on and groaned at the way it pushed her breast together and made them stand out more. The chest strap just added to that. The strap across her hips was just above the woven thong.
She had patterned the outfit on an American Indian breach cloth but without the part that ran between the legs. For a male that would have been right in her mind but.... She hadn't found a picture of a female breach cloth so she adlibbed it.
Wiggling her hips from side to side made her whimper softly. She was so very wet. Wetter than she ever remembered being without playing with herself. She looked around quickly and whispered, "Onward. It's another mile at the most."
Walking around naked at home was one thing but out here it was so much more. The scary part was slowly receding as she moved among the trees. The exciting part was getting stronger. Her hips were swaying more than normal and twitching from time to time.
She could feel her clit being rubbed by her inner lips as it stood up tall and un-hooded. The feeling made her whimper and her hands kept moving toward her sex. It was a constant fight. She came to a stand of cedar and moaned. Her normal campsite was on the other side of them. Her brain had a chanting question going on. Which would be first, set up camp or masturbate?
She moaned softly as she went to the right around the cedars. "Camp, camp, camp," she whispered over and over.
*****
Her tent was set up among the cedars with the entrance facing outward overlooking the creek about ten feet away and five feet down. At the edge of the drop was a rock fire pit. With the pack and roll bag in the tent, she spread out her sleeping bag in front of the door.
Part of the sleeping bag was in the sun and part was in the shade. She sat down cross legged in the shade. Her hands ran over her breasts. They felt slick from a fine sheen of sweat she had worked up setting up the tent and getting it in place.
She had a smile on her face as she looked up and down the rocky creek bed running in both directions from her camp. She was remembering the only people she had ever seen out here at her camp. It had been a couple who looked a few years younger than her.
Sunbathing nude on the sleeping bag, she heard a rock rattle. She had been on her belly, so she lifted her head to see the couple making their way along the creek bed, stepping from rock to rock. They had both been topless, which was the only thing that kept her from scrambling into the tent.
Morgan sighed as she remembered the guys broad muscular chest and bulging arm muscles. The woman had had a big chest also but it had nothing to do with muscles. Her breasts had been twice the size of her own. Her nipples had been the size of Morgan little finger and very tall.
With a shiver and a soft moan, Morgan pinched and rolled her small nipples. She wondered if the woman's bigger nipples were as sensitive as her own and if the extra size gave her more pleasure if she pinched and rolled them. There was no way of knowing but it was an interesting thought.