(Background: This is a story based on the real life adventures of Molly and mick, a semi-retired couple now residing in the Mountains of Northern New Mexico. Mick, your narrator, is a lawyer. Molly is a writer and communications professional. They are now empty nesters enjoying a life of skiing, hiking and cycling in a small mountain town.
But how does all that relate to the Literotica audience? Because about 14 years back they signed a "Contract" that launched a Mistress / slave relationship involving cuckoldry, chastity and all that. The pandemic and their move from "River City" in the Midwest to their current small town digs put an unfortunate damper on Mistress's ability to find sufficiently enticing "side dishes" to cuckold her slave. But things took a change for the better on their recent adventure in the Grand Canyon).
Mistress and slave took an 8 day break from their ski season for a road trip down to Phoenix. Our excuse was a conference related to one of my "pro bono" activities. The draw was the classic Arizona resort setting, with room paid for by my "client". After a cold mountain winter, who could say no to a few days in the desert sun?
While I "slaved away" listening to often dreary speakers, Mistress lounged by the pool, no doubt drawing admiring glances from the old duffers passing by on their souped up golf carts.
After 3 days of me shoveling down buffet meals (The best thing about COVID was the temporary ban on buffets!), Mistress and slave headed north to the Grand Canyon for what we hoped would be a night camping in the back country.
But that was complicated. There are only so many camping permits below the rim. When we sent in our plea for a spot we came up short in the lottery. Our last hope was that a cancellation might pave the way for a scarce spot down at the Havasupai campground (formerly known as Indian Garden). Otherwise, it would be a night in a cozy Bright Canyon Lodge cabin, and another in our tent at a crowded above the rim campground.
When we arrived at the Back Country office on Friday afternoon, a cold rain was falling. Deep snow was piled along sides of the roads and sidewalks. All that rain and snow were not exactly good omens for our planned weekend expedition. But as it turns out, the crappy weather must have deterred some who had planned to hit the trail in the morning. There was a vacancy! The friendly park ranger behind the counter asked for a form I left in the car, and for our license plate number (So if we turned up dead on the trail, they could auction off our Subaru to pay for the cost of hauling out our half eaten corpses?)
When I came back from the parking lot, there were further . . . developments.
Mistress was standing at the counter with a tall, rugged looking dude who had materialized in my absence. Maybe late 40's, early 50's. About 6'2". Dressed outdoorsy casual in hiking trousers and a Patagonia shell still wet from the ongoing rain. That made him three inches taller than me, and half a head taller than Mistress.
I stood briefly in the door way, taking both of them in. Mistress, long dark hair and about 5'7", remains shapely and athletic in her mid 50's. She was dressed for the weather in tight jeans, a warm black sweater and rain shell. It was hard not to notice that some mutual "checking out" was coming to pass. I was already getting those third wheel vibes. But the cold wind from the open door distracted Mistress long enough to notice my untimely return.
"Change of plans, Slave....the Ranger and Scott here have persuaded me that two nights at Havasupai Garden is so much better than one."
"Huh....but what about getting back for skiing, and the cat....."
Slave is a sometimes tiresome creature of habit, always conscious of our schedule and that of our pet sitter.
"Not a problem. Shannon (our cat sitter) will be happy to handle that for one more day. With two nights down below we will have more time to explore ."
Since Mistress is
always
persuasive, and almost always right, I quickly caved to the proposed change of plans.
But it gets better. Mistress's new friend Scott had a similar but more ambitious itinerary.
"Scott's going down there too tomorrow....so he can give us some tips on campsites and day hikes." Scott chimed in.
"I was planning a couple of nights at the Garden....then on along the Tonto trail for the rest of the week." Scott gave me the big smile and macho handshake, and introductions were made. Turned out Scott is a far more experienced back packer, who makes annual forays into the Canyon.
Well then. Looks like we'd have some company during our now two night foray down below. The sparkle in Mistress's eye suggested that she had more than a passing interest in the "tips" that her new, hunky friend might provide.
Backcountry camping permits in hand, Mistress, her slave/cuckold and Scott, her new "friend", headed back into the rain to our respective cars. Phone numbers were exchanged. Mistress noted we were staying the night at a cabin on the rim, part of the Bright Angel Lodge complex.
