Crush Taken In The Mountains

The cold wind whipped around me as I stood on the edge of the mountain, my breath visible in the crisp Austrian air. The view was breathtaking, but my attention was entirely focused on the girl a few feet away. She had a big, round ass that strained against her tight jeans, and her blond hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of gold. Shella, I later learned her name was. And she was everything I wanted in that moment.

"Hey there," I called out, attempting to sound confident despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

She turned, revealing piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. Her lips curved into a slight smile, but before she could respond, a sudden buzz filled the air. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what it was—a bee. The tiny insect zoomed past my face, and in a panic, I swatted at it wildly. Laughter erupted from the small group of hikers nearby, their amusement echoing off the rocks.

"Nice move," a deep voice chuckled behind me. I turned to see a muscular guy with a rugged look, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Verin, as he introduced himself shortly after. "But maybe next time, try not to draw attention to yourself."

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I mumbled an apology, feeling like an idiot. Shella's smile had faded, replaced by a look of mild amusement. She glanced at Verin appreciatively before turning back to me.

"It's okay," she said softly, though her tone lacked any real sympathy. "Just... be careful."

I nodded, vowing silently to myself that I wouldn't make another attempt to talk to her, especially not now that I'd made such a fool of myself. But fate had other plans.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the mountainside, a rumble shook the ground beneath us. Instinctively, I looked up, my heart pounding in my chest. A cascade of rocks and debris came crashing down the slope, separating our group into smaller clusters. Hikers screamed, running for cover or trying to help those caught in the chaos.

Through the dust and confusion, I spotted Shella. She was standing near Verin, both of them seemingly unharmed. Panic surged through me as I watched more rocks rain down, splintering our group further. I tried to move towards them, but the path was blocked by falling debris.

"Ron! Over here!" Shella's voice cut through the noise, sharp and clear. I followed her gaze to a narrow gap between two large boulders. Gritting my teeth, I made a dash for it, narrowly avoiding a particularly large rock that would have crushed me if I hadn't ducked in time.

When I reached them, I was panting, adrenaline coursing through my veins. We were now a trio, isolated from the rest of the group amidst the wreckage of the rock fall.

"Looks like we're stuck here for the night," Verin said, surveying the scene with a calm that belied the situation. "We should find a safe spot to camp."

Shella nodded, glancing around. "Over there," she pointed to a small clearing shielded by a natural rock overhang. "Should be safer."

We moved quickly, gathering whatever supplies we could find scattered among the rubble. As the sky darkened, we settled in under the overhang, sharing what little food and water we had. Tension hung in the air, thick and palpable.

As night fell, the temperature dropped, and we huddled closer together for warmth. I couldn't help but notice the way Shella and Verin interacted, the subtle touches and glances that passed between them. It was clear they had some kind of connection, one that left me feeling even more out of place.

"You okay, Ron?" Shella asked, her voice softer now, tinged with concern.

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just... thinking."

Verin chuckled, a low sound that seemed to vibrate through the silence. "Thinking about how you almost got squashed by a rock?"

I laughed weakly, unable to deny the truth in his words. "Something like that."

As the hours ticked by, fatigue set in, and my eyelids grew heavy. But sleep was elusive. Every rustle, every creak of the rocks above us, kept me on edge. I could feel the weight of Shella's presence beside me, the heat of her body so close yet unattainable.

Eventually, the others dozed off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The moonlight filtered through the cracks in the rocks, casting eerie shadows that danced across the clearing. I stared up at the jagged edges overhead, wondering how long we'd be trapped here.

Then, without warning, something shifted. I heard a soft gasp from Shella, followed by the gentle rustling of fabric. My heart raced as I turned my head, only to see her moving closer to Verin. Their bodies pressed together, and she tilted her head, offering her neck to him.

Verin's hand slid up her arm, his touch lingering as he whispered something in her ear. She shivered, biting her lip as she nodded. My breath caught in my throat, a mix of jealousy and curiosity bubbling up inside me.

They kissed, slow and deliberate, their hands exploring each other with a familiarity that made my stomach churn. I wanted to look away, to pretend I hadn't seen, but my eyes refused to obey. Instead, I watched, entranced by the sight of them lost in each other.

Shella broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked directly at me, her eyes locking onto mine with a challenge. "You can watch, if you want," she said, her voice dripping with something dangerously close to pity. "But don't get any ideas."

Verin smirked, his hand sliding lower, cupping her ass possessively. "Yeah, Ron. Just enjoy the show."

My mouth went dry, my heart pounding in my ears. I knew I should look away, should protest, but instead, I found myself leaning forward, unable to tear my gaze from the unfolding scene.

"Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Don't..."

But they didn't stop. If anything, their movements became more deliberate, more intense. Shella let out a soft moan as Verin's fingers worked their magic, teasing her through the layers of her clothes. He leaned in, whispering something else in her ear, and she responded by arching her back, pressing herself against him.

The sight was almost too much to bear. I felt like an intruder, watching something intimate and private, yet I couldn't pull away. My body betrayed me, responding to the explicit display even as my mind screamed for it to stop.

"Take it off," Verin murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Let him see what he'll never have."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking back to me. Then, with a deliberate motion, she began to unzip her jeans, slowly peeling them down her legs until she stood before us in nothing but a lacy thong.

"Look at her, Ron," Verin taunted, his hand returning to her ass, squeezing it roughly. "Isn't she beautiful?"

I swallowed hard, unable to form a coherent response. All I could do was nod, my eyes fixed on the erotic tableau before me.

"That's right," Shella purred, stepping out of her jeans and kicking them aside. "Just remember, this is what you missed out on."

Verin chuckled, pulling her closer. "And this is what you'll never get."

With that, he claimed her mouth once more, kissing her deeply as his hands roamed over her curves, igniting sparks of desire that I could almost feel from where I sat.

I wanted to look away, to escape the torment of watching them ravish each other, but I was trapped—trapped by my own weakness, by the undeniable pull of voyeurism.

And then, as if sensing my turmoil, Shella paused, her breath ragged as she met my gaze once more.

"Do you want to see more, Ron?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. "Or are you too scared?"

Before I could answer, Verin's hand slipped beneath her thong, his fingers finding their mark. She gasped, arching into his touch, her eyes closing in pleasure.

"He's not scared," Verin rumbled, his voice low and mocking. "He's just powerless."

And with that, they resumed their passionate exchange, leaving me to bear witness to their carnal dance, a helpless observer to my own humiliation.

As Verin's fingers delved deeper, Shella let out a low, guttural moan, her hips bucking in rhythm with his touch. The sound echoed through the small clearing, filling the air with an intensity that left me breathless.

"Yes," she cried out, her voice trembling with need. "Touch me, Verin. Make me yours."

Her words sent a jolt of jealousy through me, burning hot and fierce in my chest. I clenched my fists, wanting to look away, to escape the vivid imagery that played out before my eyes. But I was rooted to the spot, held captive by the raw, primal energy that radiated from them.

Verin's hand worked its magic, his fingers slick with her arousal as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Shella's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Do you want to come, Shella?" Verin asked, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Do you want to feel it?"

"Yes!" she cried out, her head thrown back, exposing her neck to the cool night air. "Please, Verin. Please!"

And then, with one final, powerful thrust of his fingers, she shattered, her entire body convulsing in orgasm. Her cry of release was loud and unrestrained, filling the space between us with raw, undeniable pleasure.

As she came down from her high, her body still shuddering with residual ecstasy, Verin pulled her close, his lips brushing against her ear. "See, Ron?" he murmured, his voice dripping with condescension. "This is what you'll never have."

Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing my weakness. Yet, deep down, I knew he was right. This was something I would never experience, never share with someone like Shella.

Shella turned to me, her expression softened by the remnants of her climax. "Are you still here, Ron?" she asked, her voice almost gentle. "Still watching?"

I opened my mouth to respond, to plead with them to stop, but no words came out. All I could do was nod, my shame and envy mingling into a potent cocktail of emotion.

"Good boy," she said softly, her hand reaching out to stroke my cheek. "Just remember, this is your reality now. You're nothing more than a spectator."

And with that, she turned back to Verin, her body molding against his as they resumed their intimate embrace, leaving me to stew in my own bitter defeat.

As their movements grew more heated, more urgent, I finally found the strength to look away, my gaze landing on the distant stars that twinkled above us. But even as I sought solace in the vastness of the night sky, the sounds of their passion continued to echo in my ears, a cruel reminder of my impotence.

The next morning, the air was crisp and cold as Ron, Shella, and Verin made their way down the mountain. The rockslide had left a chaotic trail of debris, but they navigated it cautiously, each step bringing them closer to safety. As they walked, Ron couldn't shake the lingering humiliation from the previous night's events—the sight of Shella and Verin intertwined in passion, the mocking laughter that still echoed in his mind.

After what felt like hours, they stumbled upon a small clearing where a woman was sitting by a makeshift fire. She had long, dark hair tied back into a ponytail, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked up at them. "Hey there! I'm Sally," she called out, waving them over. "Are you guys lost too?"

Ron couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Sally seemed friendly, and there was an undeniable chemistry between them as they exchanged introductions. Shella and Verin exchanged glances, clearly amused by the situation. "Well, well, looks like our little friend here has found someone new to play with," Verin smirked, patting Ron on the back so hard it almost knocked him off balance.

Sally giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, where are you all heading?" she asked, her gaze lingering a bit longer on Ron than the others.

"We were just trying to find our way back to the village," Shella replied, her tone light but with an undercurrent of something more sinister. "But it seems we've got company now."

As the day wore on, the group decided to set up camp near a secluded mountain lake. The water shimmered invitingly under the afternoon sun, and Sally suggested they take a dip to wash off the grime of their journey. "Come on, let's get clean before we set up for the night," she said, already stripping off her shirt.

Shella and Verin followed suit, leaving Ron standing awkwardly by the shore. "What about me?" he stammered, though he already knew the answer.

Verin chuckled and draped his towel over Ron's shoulders. "You watch out for any trouble, buddy. Make sure no one disturbs us while we enjoy our bath." His tone was condescending, making it clear that Ron was nothing more than a glorified guard.

Ron stood there, feeling the weight of their disdain as they waded into the crystal-clear water. The sounds of their splashing and laughter filled the air, blending with the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. He could see every contour of their bodies as they bathed, the droplets glistening on their skin under the sunlight. It was a torment to watch, especially knowing that he wasn't allowed to join them.

As they bathed, Sally glanced over at Ron occasionally, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and amusement. "Poor guy," she murmured to Shella, who nodded in agreement.

Once they were clean and refreshed, Shella and Verin emerged from the water, dripping wet and laughing together. They wrapped themselves in towels and began setting up camp, leaving Ron to stew in his own unwashed sweat. The scent of pine mixed with the faint tang of sweat clung to him, making him feel even more out of place.

As dusk fell, they sat around the campfire, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows on their faces. Sally tried to include Ron in the conversation, but every attempt was met with subtle mockery from Shella and Verin. They spoke in hushed tones about their plans for the night, their voices laced with anticipation and excitement.

"Why don't we head to the lake again tonight?" Shella suggested, tracing a finger along Verin's arm suggestively. "It'll be nice to relax under the stars."

Verin grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Sounds perfect. And maybe we can leave Ron here to keep watch... or maybe he'd like to watch us instead?"

Ron's stomach churned with anxiety and frustration. He wanted to protest, to demand some dignity, but he knew better. Instead, he sat silently, his hands clenched into fists as he watched them pack up and head back towards the lake.

The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of the forest and the distant sound of running water. As they reached the lake, Shella and Verin wasted no time in shedding their clothes, their movements fluid and confident. Sally hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Ron, before following suit.

Ron watched from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. The moon cast a silvery glow over the lake, illuminating their silhouettes as they waded into the water. The sight was both beautiful and agonizing, a reminder of his own powerlessness.

Shella and Verin moved closer to Sally, their hands roaming freely over her body. She gasped softly as Verin's fingers found her nipples, teasing them into tight peaks. Shella leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in the cool night air.

Ron's breath caught in his throat as he watched, his body responding despite his humiliation. The sounds of their moans and whispers filled the night, mingling with the gentle lapping of the water against the shore.

Verin broke away from the kiss, his eyes meeting Ron's in the darkness. "Enjoying the show, Ron?" he taunted, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

Shella giggled, pulling Sally closer. "Don't worry, Ron. You can watch all you want. Just remember your place."

Sally's eyes fluttered closed as Shella's hand slid between her legs, finding her slick and ready. She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking involuntarily as Shella's fingers worked their magic. Verin took the opportunity to circle his own hand around Shella's waist, dipping two fingers inside her with practiced ease.

Ron's mind raced, torn between desire and despair. He wanted to look away, to escape the torment, but his eyes remained locked on the scene before him. The three of them moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies glistening with water and sweat under the moonlight.

Shella's voice broke through his thoughts, low and teasing. "Feeling left out, Ron?" she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Verin chuckled, reaching out to pull Shella closer. "Don't worry, Ron. We'll make sure you have a front-row seat."

Sally's breath hitched as Verin's fingers found her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to Shella, who responded by sliding another finger inside her, pumping rhythmically.

Ron's own breath came in shallow gasps, his body trembling with need and humiliation. He watched as Verin and Shella worked together to bring Sally to the brink, their hands moving in sync, their bodies entwined in a dance of lust and dominance.

Just as Sally reached her peak, she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure. Shella and Verin shared a triumphant grin, their eyes locking with Ron's once more.

"Enjoy the view, Ron?" Verin teased, his voice dripping with malice.

Ron could only nod, his voice trapped in his throat, his body betraying him with each passing second.

"Good. Because there's plenty more where that came from," Shella whispered, her lips curling into a wicked smile.