Angela and Tom pulled into the rustic campsite. They groaned as they stepped out of the car, their legs stiff from the long drive.
"Wow!" Angela squealed.
They were hemmed in on all sides by evergreens that scraped the sky and shaded them from the harsh summer sun. A break in the trees revealed the glistening turquoise lake. They had woken up extra early to snag the lake-side site just as the reservation became available. They slowly assembled their camping gear. New to outdoorsmanship, most of the gear was new and they referred back to the instructions frequently. They finished drenched with sweat. The sagging tent made them laugh as Angela stripped off her tee and shorts, revealing a tight yellow bikini, as she ran off and jumped into the lake.
"Ahhh!" she screamed. "It's soooo cold!
Tom laughed as she splashed out of the water in a hurry. He admired his wife's beautiful body. She was committed to regular jogging and the gym, and it showed. She had thick muscled thighs and a flat tummy. Her smooth mocha skin, unusual for their Chinese heritage, stopped and lightened around milky double D tits that bounced gently as she walked to him. Her plump lips were stretched into a bright smile on her pretty face, but his eyes were fixed on her nipples poking through her top.
"Calm down mister," she giggled as she poked him in the crotch. "Are you going to setup your boat?"
He thought for a moment before pulling on her arm, leading her to the tent. They stumbled and snickered as she landed on top of him. She pulled off his clothes and grabbed a hold of his already hard cock. The pink head poked out from her fist as she stroked it as he massaged one of her breasts. She slipped on a condom before swinging her leg over, pushing aside the strip of fabric, to slip his cock inside. She sat on his lap and grinded their hips together before slowly bouncing harder and harder. Her tits heaved as she felt his grip tighten on her thighs and he let out a loud groan. She sighed a moan as she felt his dick vibrating inside of her.
She lay on top of him and swirled a finger on his slick chest.
"So, you were excited," she whispered teasingly.
"Uh, yeah," he groaned. "Should we go for a hike and then wash off in the lake?"
"Sounds like a plan," she smiled.
Angela pulled on jean shorts over her bikini bottom and they set off. It was a beautiful hike with mossy trees and birds singing in the distance. Angela blushed and rolled her eyes at the hushed whispers and sneaked looks at her exposed cleavage every time a group of guys passed them. They rounded a corner and turned onto a grown over trail at a fork.
"Should be this way," he said. "That's what it says on the GPS."
They walked several hundred metres before a white sign appeared.
"Babe, there's a no trespassing sign here," her voice wavered.
"We're in the middle of nowhere, who's even around?"
His words brought little relief to her worries.
They set off onto the path that was barely visible from the lack of use. After a steep set of switchbacks, they made it to a break in the thick trees.
"Oh, my, god!" Angela squealed.
They walked out onto the bright cliffside. The shimmering turquoise lake lay before them, surrounded by dense stands of evergreen conifers. They could see the little fishing boats traveling across the lake like little ants and the little light grey plumes of smoke radiating up from the campground.
Angela sighed. "It's so beautiful Tom!"
She turned him around and hugged his waist, pulling her phone out for a selfie.
A snapping stick behind them made the hair on their necks stand up.
"Hey!" a gruff voice startled the couple. "Hands up!"
The barrel of a hunting rifle appeared from the dark forest. Following it, an older looking behemoth of a man stepped out from the shadows wearing a red plaid shirt and worn jeans. He looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks but Angela couldn't help but think he maintained a rugged charm. The sighted scope covered a portion of his face but even the messiness of his facial hair could not hide his attractive features.
"Whoa!" Tom said. "We mean no harm man."
"I can see that; I'm the one with the gun," he replied annoyed. "You're trespassing, ya'll can't read English or something?"
"Excuse me?!" Angela blurted. "Seriously, that's offensive-"
"Whoa there!" he exclaimed loudly, cutting her off. He unshouldered the rifle but kept it pointed towards the couple. He gestured at Tom with the gun. "Move aside."
Tom hesitated for a moment before the barrel of the gun convinced him it was better to obey the mountain man for the moment. The man let out a low whistle at the sight of Angela who scoffed and responded with a look of disgust. The sight of her brought a crude smile onto his face.
"Listen," he lowered the gun. "I can call the cops and you two can get arrested for trespassing...or I can blow your brains out and drop you over that cliff there. Makes no difference to me, neither are good for you."
He paused while their eyes widened in terror.
"But hey, we're all friends on this planet," he shrugged. "How 'bout she show me a good time with that pretty mouth of hers and ya'll head back where you came from without a worry in the world."
He tugged on his crotch before raising his rifle again. "What'll be?"
They looked at each other like deer in headlights. The same thing ran through their heads, Tom was in the country on a VISA and any run in with the law could mean he would be deported within the night. Or, they could literally be killed by this maniac. As if they weren't between a rock and a hard place already.
"Angela, maybe we could run," he whispered. "Or, or...you don't think he would actually kill us?"
