There were three of us on the overnight hike. Myself, I'm Terri, Violet, known as Vi, and Marie. Actually, Violet's real name is Petunia but Marie once told her she was more a shrinking Violet than a Petunia, and we sort of grew accustomed to calling her that. She didn't mind. She says the name Petunia always made her think of Petunia Pig, and she hated that name.
We were an odd trio. All of us have different personalities and it's rather strange how we grew up to be best friends. The only thing we really had in common was our love of the outdoors and activities such as hiking.
This particular hike we were going up a mountain trail to a lookout point and camping there overnight, hiking back down the next day. We had a fine day for it and we made good time, finally landing up in the camping areas late in the afternoon. On standard weekends, such as this one, there are seldom many campers, most people not bothering for just a single night's stay, preferring to turn around and hike back down. Accordingly we had our choice of campsites and found one where we had a really excellent view.
The lookout point provided barbecue facilities so after we'd pitched our tents we cooked ourselves some dinner and made some coffee. It was while we were having the coffee that we had a visitor. A park ranger came wandering by, checking up on the few people who had stayed - just us in this instance.
Now the park ranger was quite a honey. Tall, dark, and pleasantly ugly. I kid you not. His was not a face that you would use to scare children but I could see him playing the part of the villain in a movie and getting cheerfully booed. For all that he was a very nice man, bright and cheerful and talkative.
It turned out that he also had a kinky side. This was demonstrated after he'd finished his coffee. He put his mug down and then looked at the three of us speculatively.
"So," he said. "Are any of you exhibitionists?"
We looked rather blankly at him wondering what he meant. Marie voiced it for all of us.
"What?" she asked.
"Exhibitionists," he repeated. "You know, like to have sex where other people can see them. I'm one myself and I was hoping that one of you might like to put on a bit of a display with me while your friends watched."
We each seemed to have different reactions. Marie bridled instantly.
"You have got to be kidding," she said. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything like that."
Vi didn't say anything but she looked extremely thoughtful, as though considering the notion. Not that it would go anywhere with her. We didn't call her a shrinking Violet because of her outgoing nature.
I couldn't help noticing that he was looking directly at me, interest plain in his eyes. Now I wasn't a shrinking Violet and neither was I a virgin. I'd have been astounded in any of us were virginal and that included Vi. One thing I'd never done was have sex where someone other than my partner could see me, and even then it was usually in the dark. To have sex with someone I didn't know, out in the open, during the day, with Vi and Marie watching? It didn't bear thinking about.
So why was I thinking about it and wondering what it would be like. I mean, he really was a very big man, and I like big men. Especially if they're big in specific areas. The ranger looked as if he would be, assuming everything was proportionate. Still, I kept my big mouth shut.
"So what happens when we all turn you down?" demanded Marie, sounding just very slightly nervous. I could see what would concern her. We were rather alone up here and he was a very big man.
"If you all turn me down I'll twirl my moustache, shout 'curses, foiled again', and go stomping off into the night. You needn't worry, anyway. I've already crossed you off my mental list. Your very attitude says prude. I'm just giving the other young ladies a chance to say yay or nay."
"You don't have a moustache," Vi pointed out.
"I'll grow one," was the prompt reply. "Are you saying yes so that I won't have to?"
"Me?" she said with a squeak. "You want me to. . ." Her voice broke off.
"Oh, I couldn't. Really I couldn't," she mumbled.
Not a refusal, I noted, but more of a reluctance. Then I found I could feel his eyes looking directly at me again.
"Looks like it's up to you, Blondie," he said and his voice was so enticing. "Why don't you come over here and we can get acquainted?"
Me! He was seriously thinking that I'd walk over there and let him fuck me with the others watching. What did he think I was? What did I think I was? I was so horribly tempted.
"It will make a good story when you're eighty and giving life advice to your great grandchildren," he told me. "Why not live dangerously."
I looked over at Vi and Marie. Marie's face was expressionless but Vi was looking at me with open curiosity. She bit her lip and looked away, but I knew she was giggling, wondering if I'd dare.
God help me, I dared.
I found myself rising and moving towards him while a little voice screamed, "No, you idiot." The trouble was that the little voice was being drowned out by another voice saying, "Hey, this will be fun." That second little voice was being backed up by a pool of heat that seemed to burgeoning within my groin.
His eyes just seemed to draw me to him and then he was backing me up to the table next to the barbecue. I found myself leaning back against it, my hands behind me, taking my weight. Without dropping eye contact he reached for my shorts and undid them, sliding them and my panties down. With that done my top was pushed up over my breasts, together with my bra, leaving me effectively naked.
His hands ran over me, squeezing my breasts gently and then moving down across my tummy, across my mons, plucking at my curls, and then one of them dipped between my legs, seeking a more intimate touch. He found it, too, stroking and teasing, easing my lips apart and slipping a finger between them.
I was expecting him to take me like that, leaning back, but he had other plans. Turning me around he had me bending over the table, his hand capturing my mound again, continuing to rub it. I looked at him over my shoulder, my face asking, "What are you doing?" He winked at me.
"It's for your friends," he told me softly. "They'll have a much better view of my cock plunging into you like this. Pressed up against you face to face they'd only see us rocking together. This way they'll be able to see you're being well and truly fucked. Are you wanting to back out now?"
