I have always enjoyed hiking, camping, hunting and fishing -- with others or on my own.
That's why I happened to be camping alone one day a few years ago at a secluded site on the northwest edge of Rocky Mountain National Park. In fact, I was taking advantage of the remoteness of the area since fishermen rarely hiked in to the high valley. The valley's pristine mountain creek was strung with beaver ponds that were teeming with unwary trout.
For two days I didn't see another soul and I was almost bored with catching and releasing fish after fish. The afternoon of the second day I was casting lazily in a pool about a mile upstream from my camp when I was startled by the appearance of a girl in hiking clothes on the opposite bank.
Making her way closer through the thick willows, the girl called to me in accented English.
"My friend is injured! Can you come and help us?"
I left my fishing gear in a pile and found a place to cross the stream. The young woman met me and, with brief thanks, began leading me upstream alongside the creek. I was thankful myself that I was in good shape because she set a grueling pace. We marched for a steep, rocky mile, pausing only once to introduce ourselves and gulp water from my canteen.
My companion was Dagmar "from West Germany" and she briefly related that she was backpacking with two friends and one had badly injured an ankle. Meanwhile I couldn't help noticing that Dagmar had a pretty oval face. She also had thick, wavy brunette hair falling below her shoulders, well-muscled legs and, under her shorts, one of the shapeliest butts I'd ever seen.
Finally we arrived at a spot near the tree line where her friends, two German girls, were waiting. They were Erma, a tall and thin dishwater blonde with a serious look and a badly sprained ankle, and Angela, a short, black-haired cherub with an olive complexion and full, pouty lips.
On examining Erma's ankle, my volunteer EMT training told me she needed care but not hospitalization. I wrapped it but knew Erma needed a couple of days of rest with the ankle iced and elevated. My campsite was the nearest spot with good protection from the powerful mountain thunderstorms, so we headed there.
It was downhill all the way, but carrying Erma's pack while helping her made it killing work. The path was narrow, uneven and so steep in spots that I had to carry Erma on my back. We were all exhausted and dripping sweat by the time we reached my camp.
Luckily I had some codeine in my first aid kit because Erma was in considerable pain. I pitched their tent while Angie and Dagmar made Erma comfortable and moved her inside. Soon she was dozing in a sleeping bag with her leg propped on a pack.
My muscles ached, I was sticky with sweat and my clothes were dirty and clammy. The girls were in no better shape. I told them I was going for a bath in the stream even though it was icy cold. In a minute, they eagerly decided to join me and we headed for the stream loaded with towels and fresh clothes.
Once there, Dagmar and Angie surprised me by immediately whipping off their sweaters, shorts, underwear and hiking boots. Since they weren't intimidated by my presence I followed suit and soon the three of us were wading gingerly into the waist-deep stream of crystal-clear Rocky Mountain ice water. Let me assure you I had no fear of getting an erection even though both girls looked good enough to eat.
Dagmar had creamy, pale skin contrasted by a very abundant, curly patch of dark brown hair between her legs. She also had a small brown clump of hair under each arm and dark hair on her lower legs. Her gently swaying breasts were C-cup sized with prominent nipples surrounded by dark-colored areolae the size of 50-cent pieces. Her tits pointed slightly outward. I imagined her hidden pussy lips pursing against the icy water as I watched her areolae contract and grow almost purple with cold. I ached to run my hand over the goose bumps covering her beautifully rounded ass.
Angie's fine olive skin was also covered with goose bumps, but the hair between her legs and under her arms was finer and straighter than Dagmar's, and glossy black. Naked, I could see that her thighs and buttocks were thick and muscular without a trace of excess fat. Her waist seemed slender by contrast, while her chest and shoulders matched athletic legs. Her wonderful, D-cup breasts hung down slightly under their own weight and and quivered prettily when she took a step on the rocky streambed.
Angie's nipples were about the same size as Dagmar's, but her dark chocolate-colored areolae were more than twice as big even while shrunken with cold.
Despite the effects of the bitterly cold water, my libido raged inside me at the sight of these two beauties hurriedly soaping and washing themselves. Was there some reason they seemed to pay special attention to their pussies and asses, or were they just being fastidious after days of camping? In the brief glances I allowed myself, I couldn't tell. But I clearly saw Angie spread her legs wide to give her soapy fingers access to her hidden asshole, and Dagmar used both hands for a long time on her thickly covered pussy. The girls seemed to glance at my body naturally as we passed the soap and shampoo, without showing any carnal interest. Certainly there was little to see as my cock and balls had shrunk almost to invisibility.
Finished with our icewater bath, the three of us hurriedly left the stream, toweled off and pulled on fresh clothes. We were shivering as we trotted up the path to camp and my hands shook so badly I had a hard time putting a match to the fire I'd set.
