It was a warm July day and I had driven up into the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, just outside Estes Park, Colorado to go for a run on one of my favorite trails in the Roosevelt National Forest. I like this trail because it is relatively undiscovered. The trailhead begins just off an unpaved, dirt road, about four miles from any paved highway. There is no parking at the trailhead and only a tiny sign pointing the way. To park, you have to drive up the road another half-mile to a small pull-out. I have never seen another car here.
This day was different, however. There was a new Toyota 4X4 pick-up parked in the pull-out. I squeezed my car in behind it and headed off running back down the road to the trailhead.
This trail is a favorite because it provides access to a wide variety of natural features. The 10-mile-long trail treats its visitors to open ponderosa pine forests, sunny meadows and dense lodge-pole pine forests. I especially like the meadows, particularly on a sunny, hot July day like that day.
By the time I got to the trailhead, I was already sweating. As I strode up the trail, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, leaving just my short, black running shorts and socks and shoes. I don't usually wear these shorts in public, except when I run on remote trails. While the shorts are standard issue for runners, I feel a little awkward in them. As I said, they are short. They are cut high up the sides and made of a mesh-type material with a pair of black briefs sewn inside. They are extremely comfortable, but just a bit more revealing that I normally am comfortable with. Nonetheless, shirtless and sweating, it felt pretty good running in these skimpy shorts.
After a mile or two, I began to get a side stitch, or cramp. I walked for a bit, taking in the sights and sounds of the woods. I could hear every bird chirping and every chipmunk rustling in the dry grasses. The warm sun felt great on my bare shoulders and back. I'll bet it would feel good on the rest of me too, I thought. I decided to leave the trail and find a secluded, off-the-beaten-path meadow to do a bit of nude sunbathing. After all, the odds of seeing someone out here were almost nil.
Better Than Cats
At the base of a rise, I broke off from the trail and headed cross county in a direction that seemed promising for a flat, open meadow. After 10 minutes or so, I could see a break in the trees ahead that was flooded with bright sunlight. I made my way through the thick stand of lodge-pole pines and was about to step into the meadow when I caught a flash of white out of the corner of my eye.
I stopped just inside the thick forest and watched as a woman, standing about 100 feet away, paused and took a long swig from a water bottle. She was about 5'10'' with long, straight light brown hair. She was wearing a tight, white sports bra, black nylon shorts rolled up at the waist and hiking shoes. She presented a striking sight. She had an athletic build. Even in the tight, compressing sports bra, I could tell she had perfect-sized, round breasts. Her shorts fit her backside like a glove. Rolling them up at the waist resulted pulled up tight against her heart-shaped ass. After sating her thirst, she bent down and began fumbling through a small daypack I hadn't noticed before. She pulled out a white bath towel and spread it on the ground. She looked around, as if she was worried someone might see her do something bad. Seeing no one, including me, she pealed off her sports bra, tossed in on the day back and put her hands over each now-naked breast. Again, she scouted the area for visitors. Seeing none, she dropped her hands to her shorts and slid them quickly off her hips, exposing a pair of skimpy white g-string panties. She had her back to me, offering an amazing view of her gorgeous tan butt cheeks. The g-string, from the back, was just that, nothing but thin strings. The string ran daringly up from between her ass cheeks, lacing over her hips and connecting, I presumed, to a tiny white triangle of fabric covering her pussy. The string was so thin that her ass cheeks hid it until it emerged from the top of her crack. This was incredibly sexy.
She bent over at the waist to pick up her shorts, offering me an unobstructed view of her ass. I now could see the string that ran up her ass as her cheeks naturally spread apart a bit as she bent over. She picked up her shorts and tossed them on her pack with her sports bra.
Standing there in just this g-string, she raised her arms up over her head and began stretching, reaching as high as she could. As she reached up, she turned giving me a full view of her amazing breasts. They appeared firm and round with nicely proportioned, relatively small nipples. Even from my distant vantage point, I could tell her nipples were hard. A slight breeze from the west, coupled with the sheen of sweat glistening between her breasts, must have provided just enough chill to snap them to attention.
Relaxing from her stretch, she again dropped her hands to her hips, hooked her thumbs under the strings of her panties, slipped them down over her knees, let them drop to her ankles and stepped her left foot out of them. With a sudden kick of her right leg, she sent the g-string aloft and caught it with a quick stab of her right hand. Wow! Sexy and dexterous. Not a bad combo.
Standing there now totally nude, she turned a slow circle scanning her meadow. At this point, I was sitting on the ground, mostly hidden by some sort of shrub, well out of sight to anyone not expecting company. As her turn brought her facing in my direction, I got my first sight of her pubic area. Much to my surprise, it seemed she had no pubic hair. Could it be she had joined the ranks of porn stars and Rio De Janeiro beach babes in regularly shaving her pussy?
When she finished her latest scouting mission, she sat down on the towel, stretched out with arms at her side and basked in the glorious Colorado July sunshine. As she lay down, she became mostly out of sight. The dry grasses of the meadow and the shrub I was sitting behind nearly obscured my view and put a temporary damper on my prurient spying. I raised up just to catch one last glimpse of her. As I peered over the shrub, I could tell she had dropped one hand to her crotch area and seemed to be intently doing something...masturbating? I watched for a couple more minutes as her right hand worked her vaginal area.
Decisions, Decisions
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. That must have been her pick-up truck near the trailhead. No one else was around. She was totally nude. I was wearing a skimpy pair of running shorts that could not hide my erection. I stood up and quietly backed deeper into the woods to think about what, if anything I should do next.
As I got deeper into the woods, well out of the woman's sight, I began contemplating my next move. Should I make my way back to the trail and continue my run? Should I walk out into her meadow and introduce myself? There had to be some middle ground. Meanwhile, I was extremely horny. My dick was still hard, about at half-mast. I reached into my shorts and fondled by dick, bringing it back to full erection. I slid my shorts down to about my knees and massaged my hard member with my right hand and cupped my shaved balls with my left hand. I started shaving my balls about a year ago, after an old girlfriend noted that all the male porn stars in the videos we occasionally watched had shaved balls. Why not try it, she asked. I tried it and quickly found out I enjoyed the streamlined, sexy feel of hairless balls. It doesn't look that different to the casual gym observer, so I kept shaving even after I broke up with the girlfriend.
Not wanting to lessen my sexual energy before deciding what to do, I put my dick back in my shorts and got down to some serious thinking. After running through all the options I could identify, I decided on the "accidental surprise" maneuver.
While watching her from the edge of the meadow, I had noticed what looked to be an old trail or game trail entering the meadow from the side on my left. I decided I would circle around, pick up that trail and use it to enter the meadow at a jogging pace, pretending to be unaware of the presence of a nude sunbathing woman.
As I circled around, I began to have doubts about this course of action. What if she freaked out, panicked and got very scared for her safety. One thing I didn't want to do was appear threatening in any way. That's just not my style. I figured that in the event she did get scared, I too could launch into a full-on act of embarrassment and quickly make an exit, never to return.
After bushwhacking for 10 or so minutes, I found the game trail. It was more worn than I had thought, based on my view from the other side of the meadow. I quietly made my way up to the meadow's edge and noted that the trail clearly ran right through the middle, about 15 feet from where she lay. Perhaps, it was not inconceivable that I would pick this remote, unmapped trail for a mid-day jog.
I backtracked about 100 yards in order to start my run well out of earshot. I took a deep breath, mentally crossed my fingers and set off at a brisk running pace. I could see the meadow getting closer and closer with each stride. As I neared the meadow's edge, I could plainly see her lying naked, face-up on her white blanket, eyes closed. The trail was rough enough I had to keep my attention focused on the rocks and roots, rather than the naked nubile woman just ahead. That helped keep my cock from making an embarrassing tent in my skimpy shorts.
Let Me Introduce Myself
After a few seconds, I emerged from the woods, trying hard not to look at the woman. Every other step or so, I would catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye. I was now about 30 feet from her and she hadn't moved. Could she be asleep, I wondered? Two more steps and she quickly sat bolt upright, wide-eyed with a hand covering each breast. She tightly crossed her legs at thigh level and let out a high-pitched squeal. Playing it to the hilt, I swung my head around, as if looking for the source of the squeal. I stopped, frozen in my tracks and at last settled my eyes on her. She didn't move for about 15 seconds, an eternity it seemed at the time. We just stared at each other. She seemed to be taking me in, assessing my threat potential. She dropped her gaze and glanced around gauging the proximity of her clothes, which sat well out of reach, 10 feet away.
"Hi," she stammered. "I wasn't expecting to see anyone out here. I didn't even know there was a trail there." She still hadn't moved her hands, or her legs. I noted that even with a palm and splayed fingers trying to cover each breast, they still were not completely contained. Her crossed legs hid her pussy lips, but the careful observer could still note she had no pubic hair.
"Yeah, sorry for startling you," I said. "I saw this trail way back there and decided to see where it went. Nothing like exploring the great unknown," I said, perhaps a bit too obviously. "I can turn my back if you want to grab your clothes."
