After learning about a friend's death I needed to get away for a few days. So I packed up my camping gear and headed on a road trip to Pinecrest Lake.
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When I arrived in Pinecrest, I pulled into Meadowview and drove through the campgrounds until I found a nice spot near some restrooms. I backed in my black GMC Yukon into the parking space and parked. The first thing I did was grab a pen from my glove compartment so I could fill out a reservation form. Then I walked to the entrance of the campgrounds where I checked the rates per night, put money in the envelope and deposited it inside the fee collection post before heading back to my campsite. I took in the fresh wilderness air and the smell of pine trees along the way. It felt good to be back.
Back at my campsite where three crows had gathered near a rock, I clipped part of the reservation form (that I'd torn off) to the marker. I stopped by the men's restroom to pee and wash my hands. I walked back to my campsite and unloaded my mountain bike from my rack before I unloaded my tent, air mattress, sleeping bag (wrapped in a white scented garbage bag), chairs, ice chest, backpack, hydration pack, duffle bag, boots, and Rubbermaid totes full of tools and supplies. I picked a good level spot to set up my tent and raked the area first before I put down a tarp. It didn't take me long to set up my yellow two-person tent.
When I was finished, I placed my belongings inside and filled up my air mattress. Just as I was finishing, I noticed an attractive older woman returning to the campsite on the right side of mine with two teenagers. She had light auburn hair (that she was wearing in a ponytail with bangs) and she was wearing a navy blue top, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes. She was also wearing glasses with thick black frames and silver endless hoop earrings. Physically, she was in decent shape. She looked more like a soccer mom who stayed fit by jogging and doing yoga at home. She had to be in her early to mid-forties. I was twenty-eight at the time, but I was always drawn to older women. I watched her and my eyes immediately wandered down to her socks and tennis shoes. And I couldn't help but wonder what her feet must've smelled like. Were they a little dirty but clean-smelling? Or were they sweaty and stinky? I didn't watch her long before I got back to work settling in.
When I was finished unpacking, I decided to walk down to the nearby convenience store by the lake to buy some bags of ice. As soon as I returned to my campsite, I filled up my ice chest and pulled out a Modelo beer to swig on. I noticed that the campsite on the left side of mine was empty and I was hoping it would stay that way for a while. But an old man in a red pickup truck with a broken taillight soon pulled in. He seemed to be alone and I was just glad that he didn't appear to have a large family with him.
After cooking up some hot dogs on the grill, I sat at the bench and ate while I watched gray squirrels scurrying around my campsite. That night I changed into some of the clothes I'd be wearing in the morning for my hike, set my iPhone alarm for 5 a.m., and went to bed early.
I woke up in morning when it was still dark out and put on deodorant and changed my shirt. I climbed out of my tent, put on my hiking boots, brushed my teeth and made myself a turkey sandwich which I packed inside my hydration pack along with two bags of chips and two packs of trail mix. I filled up the reservoir or "bladder" with bottled water and threw in some ice cubes from my ice chest.
When I was ready to head out, I followed the road until I came to a side path which led me to one of the roads outside the campgrounds. I passed a number of cabins as I made my way down to the lake. Along the way I thought about stopping to grab a coffee and a Danish pastry, but I decided to munch on trail mix instead.
There was no one at the beach where a number of boats were docked in the water. First, I stopped at a restroom before heading off. Then I hiked counter-clockwise until I reached a clearing. Instead of going on the trail that went around the lake, I went straight. I hiked through the silent woods as kamikaze bugs flew around my face and tried to dive inside my ears. I passed streams and rock formations as I stepped over tree roots along dirt paths until I reached an area that required me to scramble up some rocks. I stopped there to take a breather and a few drinks of water.
When I was ready, I scrambled up to the top where I reached a swimming hole. Since it was a little after 7 a.m. there was no one around and I had the place all to myself. I removed my boots and socks and took off my shirt. I took a quick dip in the cold, refreshing water. After climbing out, I ate my sandwich and snacked on a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos as I listened to the waterfall and swatted at bees that buzzed around my feet and furry legs before I headed back the way I came.
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As I slowly made my way back along the path by the beach, I kept my eye open for women with sexy feet. I spotted an attractive older woman wearing flip-flops, sitting in a fold-up camping chair. And the way her feet were positioned, I could see her slightly sandy soles. Another attractive woman about the same age was resting on a beach towel nearby in the sand and she had red painted toes that looked like tasty strawberries in the summer sun.
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When I returned to the campgrounds, I relaxed for a few hours as I read a copy of
Walden
. The old man next to me was playing with a remote control monster truck which I found quite distracting. While I was sitting in my chair under the shade of a tree, I saw the woman with auburn hair walking over from her campsite. She was wearing a gray top, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes.
"Hi, neighbor," she said with a smile.
"Hi," I said.
"I'm Tammy."
"Dan."
"I just wanted to ask you if our radio is too loud."
"I can't even hear it."
"Okay. Just let us know if you need us to turn it down."
"I appreciate that," I said as she turned and walked back to her campsite.
Twenty minutes later, I decided to walk down to the lake. I set up my chair in the sand next to a tree with roots growing like natural seats. I sat down, untied my boots and removed them along with my socks. I put in my headphones and listened to my iPod as I worked on a crossword puzzle. But I was too distracted by all the moms walking around in flip-flops and bare feet. For a foot fetishist, it was like being surrounded by topless beauties. To my left, a woman was resting on a towel and I couldn't take my eyes off her wrinkled, sandy soles. She was with a man who I assumed was her husband because he was holding a baby. When she stood up and walked off, I directed my attention back to my crossword puzzle. After a half an hour, I'd filled it up with the words "feet," "toes," "arches," and, "soles."
It was starting to heat up so I took off my shirt and grabbed some sunscreen to put on my face, arms, chest, and back. As I walked down to the water I checked the pockets of my swim trunks to make sure I hadn't left my phone in one of them.
After going for a quick dip in the water, I returned to my seat and draped my beach towel around me. As I let my body dry off, I glanced up and saw the woman from my neighboring campsite walking with the teenage girl she was camping with. She was wearing flip-flops which I was delighted to see. She didn't look my way at all and I was a little saddened to see her continue walking with the girl along the beach instead of settling in near me so I could get a good look at her feet and toes. I watched her as I flipped through a car magazine that I was pretending to read until she was completely out of view, and I fantasized about what her soles would taste like on my tongue.
***
That night I lay asleep in my tent, wrapped up inside my sleeping bag like a soft cocoon, I could hear the woman at her campsite talking with the teenagers. She brought up drama classes at one point and why they should both give them a shot.
When they retired to their tent for the night, I overheard the woman say, "Did you guys remember to wash your feet?" And the boy responded with, "Yeah, did you?" The girl laughed before the woman said, "I did and I just put on fresh socks."
I couldn't sleep that night and I woke up in the morning horny and craving the smell and taste of gorgeous mature feet. I stuck my hand down my sweatpants and rubbed my dick through my boxer briefs until I was rock hard.
When I climbed out of my tent, I brushed my teeth and stopped by the restrooms to pee and wash my face.
I decided to spend my morning going for a bike ride. My body was sore all over, but it felt good to get on my bike again.
Afterwards, I ate cereal and relaxed until lunchtime. After eating a sandwich, I went down to the lake for a few hours, but I didn't go swimming this time.
