EARTH MOTHER
During the summer after we finished college, my friend, Andre, and I decided to take a few months away from everyone to get back to nature before we got serious about starting our careers. Part of our quest was to summit a few mountains, catch some fish, and relax.
After some long hikes and a couple weeks of tent camping, we were smelling ripe. It was almost laughable how stinky we were, and this was by far the longest I had gone without showering in a long time. It was also the longest I had gone without sex or masturbating so our overall disposition was one of sexual angst.
We were both too shy to go relieve ourselves somewhere, so the tension built. In school, we had often joked about jacking off, but when the moment of truth arrived, we both abstained. At the start of the expedition, I was confident in my ability to hold out for a couple months, but after two weeks in, I was starting to doubt my resolve. My morning erections were lasting longer and longer, and it seemed as if every breeze was an invitation to get hard. I was also daydreaming all the time about fucking, so I was hard much of the day.
On this particular morning, as we finished up our 7th breakfast in a row of instant oatmeal, Andre perused the map and found what he thought was a hot spring.
"Hey, man," he called.
"Yeah. Sup? I replied.
He continued, "Looks like there's a hot spring up the road there. There's a trail in and it's still early so maybe it won't be too crowded. And it's like Tuesday or something, right. So we should have it to ourselves."
"What are you thinking?" I asked. "Wash up a bit maybe?"
"Totally. I fucking reek!" He exclaimed.
We agreed to bring the soap and check out the hot springs. Our camp site was only a few minutes away from the trailhead. When we arrived at the trailhead there was one car there already - a Subaru, of course, with a few bumper stickers about nature and rainbows.
"Lesbians love me," I proclaimed.
"Yeah you keep saying that, but you never pull any," he joked.
"They love me," I repeated. "They just don't want to fuck me because, duh, they're lesbians."
"Still though," he said. "You should fuck one and then talk about how much they love you."
"Sure," I replied.
We got out of the pickup and headed down the narrow trail with our soap and backpacks. The trail looked like it hadn't been maintained in years.
When we arrived at the hot springs, we noticed a lone, naked woman soaking in the small pool. I was surprised that she would choose to venture out by herself. It didn't seem very safe or smart.
"Hello!" She called to us.
"Hi," said Andre.
I smiled and waved.
"Surprised to see you two," she stated. "I've been coming here for years, and no one has ever found me. I didn't even think this place was on the map."
The woman seemed to be in her 40s and she appeared quite comfortable talking to us as she laid there in the water, fully exposed. The pool looked to be a little small for three bodies. Nevertheless, she invited us to join her.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "We've been camping for a while and were planning on cleaning up. The pool isn't very big."
"Oh don't you worry, honey. There's plenty of room," she said with a grin.
I whispered to Andre, "See? She called me 'honey'."