"Umph!" grunted Liz as Gene lowered her pack to settle on her shoulders. She bent forward slightly and wiggled to let it set on her hips. Gene stood back, visually drinking this in as Liz's braless breasts swayed seductively from side to side; the snug fabric of her t-shirt hugging her nipples nicely. Grabbing the waist belt as she stood up, with just enough movement so her breasts bounced, she buckled the belt tight at her hips. She looked at Gene, who had a silly grin on his face, and asked, "What's that look for?"
"Oh just enjoying the view," replied Gene. He kissed Liz sliding his hands up the outside of her t-shirt to surround her bountiful bosom. "There seem to be beautiful mountains everywhere."
Liz's hand reached between his legs, caressed his semi erect cock and said, "Yes, it does seem you enjoy the look and the feel of the mountains." Her hand slowly slid up and down the outline of his growing cock; then she patted it and continued: "We better get on the trail if we hope to reach the camp site by mid afternoon."
Gene sighed, "Yes, I guess you're right. Four miles, two of them up a steep grade, with full packs will take us some time. Lead on."
Liz pivoted, strode past the mountain laurel, the sign marking the Appalachian Trail and into the woods. Gene followed.
They both knew the first segment would be the most strenuous. They had to ascend 850' of vertical in just two miles. The trail in front of them zigzagged across the fall line up the steep incline. The early September temperature was a pleasant 75 degrees with low humidity.
The trail started off easily enough, a seductive downward slope that belied the difficulty ahead. Liz was in the lead and felt as if they were entering another world; a serene world full of beauty but also a world of challenge. She tried to take in everything at once: trees, birds, bushes, insects, small plants, chirps, tweets, flowers, smells; it was too much. Her senses were overwhelmed! As she moved fluidly along she began to focus on a few things at a time. Looking ahead a bit gave her a good view of the trail and let her focus on the plant fragrances. Slowly her olfactory senses became accustomed to "real air" instead of "civilized air". She began to discern subtle differences in the various aromas. She could smell the musky aroma of the decomposing log across the trail and the fragrant laurels. As they began ascending, the unmistakable scent of pine began as white pine, yellow pine and spruce pines fought with mountain laurel, galax and black oak to rule this section of the woods.
Gene quietly called out to get her attention, "Look to the right; two o'clock. See the deer?"
Liz slowed and looked where Gene indicated. Five deer stood still looking at them. They were a bit hard to see as they easily blended in. After a few seconds all five gracefully bounded away leaving them with a lasting image.
The trail took a turn to the right, then a switch back to the left as they reached one of the steeper parts. Leaning into the mountain's grade it didn't take long for both of them to begin sweating under their full loads.
With Liz in front, Gene had a great view of her sexy derriere. With each step she took Gene ogled her fine ass cheeks as they moved from side to side. On the steeper parts, he was looking up the valley between her legs and had a good view of her abundantly hairy pussy.
Despite the exertion of the climb, he was enjoying watching Liz. The trees weren't the only things standing straight and hard! With each step he took his big cock waggled merrily and his balls bounced in the loose confines of his nylon shorts. To keep his mind off the difficulty of the climb, he let his imagination run and his thoughts wander. In his mind's eye Liz was hiking naked in front of him. Her lush, hirsute pussy exposed with every new step.
Liz liked being in front during the steep parts of their hikes. She knew the loose shorts she wore, with no panties, would give Gene a great view and a good hard on. Something she planned to take advantage of later. Her nipples were standing straight out from all the stimulation of her boobs bouncing inside her t-shirt.
After 45 minutes of climbing, and sweating, they were well ahead of schedule having passed the half way point of the ascent. The sky remained clear and the temperature warm but not too hot as the forest canopy provided shelter from the direct sun most of the time.
"There's a good spot for a break." said Liz pointing to a place up ahead where the trail made a traverse just below an outcropping of rock. After that it turned back on itself to continue zigzagging up the incline. "Let's stop there for a rest."
The spot was perfectly suited for resting. The steep hill let them sit down easily and lean back to relieve the weight of their packs on their shoulders and hips. Sunlight filtered through the trees in a series of brilliant shafts. A gentle breeze flowed around them to help keep the bugs away and cool them off. Water bottles came out of side pockets.
Leaning against his pack, with his hat tilted back, Gene tried to spot the bird that was singing to them from the upper tree branches. He couldn't find it but enjoyed the chirpy melody. "You know something Liz; we haven't seen anyone on the trail but birds and squirrels since we started. We could have done this naked. The weather is perfect for it."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" asked Liz.
"Yes I would and I bet you would too." responded Gene.
"Wasn't nude hiking one of your fantasies we discussed when we played the 'Path to Pleasure' game a few weeks ago?" Liz asked in a playful tone, smiling.
"It was. You know, we really could do it." Gene said in a thoughtful manner. "If we run into someone we can just put our t-shirts and shorts on real quick before they can see us."
"That might work except for two things," Liz said. "Number one, we still have another 30 minutes on this steep incline. It's hard to see far ahead because of our angle of attack to the hill. We might not see somebody coming from the other direction until they're just about on top of us. And two, I don't think either one of us could get these packs off and get dressed very fast or very subtly. Someone coming down the hill would surely see us first."
Gene: "As usual I guess you're right! But it is a nice fantasy, one that I would like to try someday. Here's another idea to help take our minds off the climb and the time go faster. Let's make up a fantasy about hiking, the woods or camping as we move along. Together I'm sure we can think up an interesting story. What do you think?"
"That's a good idea," Liz said as she put her water bottle away. "Let's do it. You start. I don't really fantasize as much as you do."
"All right, I'll start. But first, let's get back on the trail." Leaning over he kissed her then stood up and bent over to adjust his pack's hip and shoulder straps back into position for climbing.
After a few minutes of climbing and thinking, Gene described the highlights of a story.
"Imagine we've been hiking most of the day. We find an ideal spot to set up camp. We haven't seen anyone all day so I take off my clothes. We finish setting up camp and you decide no one is probably going to happen along, and if they do we can duck into the tent, so you strip your clothes off too. We decide to take a naked walk to a meadow with a stream that is nearby. On the way to the meadow we get very horny and when we reach the meadow we make love out in the open."
"We are not as alone as we think we are. There is someone hiding at the edge of the meadow but we don't know that. We think there's just nature around us. We're both stimulated from hiking nude and the splendor of the mountain meadow. We make love passionately and loudly; talking dirty to each other, taking our passion to higher and higher levels with each phrase."
"After we make love, the watcher comes out of the woods and walks towards us. The watcher is a woman and is naked. We don't feel threatened by her presence. She tells us that she is a nudist too and more than a little of an exhibitionist. She says she likes to look at naked woman just as much as naked men and if that makes her a little bit bi sexual, then so be it."
"My turn" said Liz. "I like it so far." and she continues the story saying:
"When we first see the watcher -- she needs a name -- let's call her Wilma the Watcher. When we first see Wilma walk through the meadow to us we can tell she is really horny. The sun is shining on her at just the right angle for us to see her pussy hair glistening with wetness and her nipples are standing up. She sits down beside us and tells us how beautiful we are and how beautiful it was to watch us make love. She sighs, looks at me, and tells me how lucky I am and how she wishes she had a big cock to fill her right now."
"Wilma asks if she can return the favor. She wants us to watch while she gets herself off. She says again that she is an exhibitionist and is getting turned on thinking about us watching her. As she tells us this, she's unconsciously playing with her pussy. Twirling the hair surrounding it with her fingers and stroking her thigh with the other hand. We tell her we would be glad to watch and she lies down on her back. One hand is now vigorously moving around her pubic mound while the other pinches her nipples. She slides one, then two fingers in her pussy. She starts to moan and slides her slick fingers up and over her clit."
"She tells us it's okay if we want to help her cum by touching her. We're a bit surprised by this and look to each other. You nod and so do I. You're not sure how I might feel about you touching another woman so you put your hand on her shoulder and caress her upper arm. I'm not real sure about this either and tentatively move my hand to her thigh. Wilma moans and says, 'Please suck
my nipples while I fuck myself. They're sensitive but not tender and it makes my cunt wetter when they get sucked.' You look at me again, still unsure, and I nod to let you know it's okay as I place my lips over one nipple. You place yours over the other and we hold hands as we suck and lick her nipples. This really sends her and in no time at all she has a big orgasm."
