The clouds had been laying on the Mountains like knit Afghans all week. The bright Summer Sun and blue skies were only challenged by the occasional jet crossing from somewhere to somewhere else. Were it not for the jets contrails James might have thought himself alone in the World.
Today that changed when a small Beaver Turbo came over the ridge of the Mountains to the East, it's engine slicing into the silence and solitude of Jame's Valley like a knife. The chill was still on the Morning and James had just finished his breakfast of fresh caught Dolly Varden and Blueberries.
James watched the intruder as it flew down the Mountainside, dropping altitude and slowly circling the Valley. The plane dropped from view and James knew that they had decided on the West Meadow for a landing. There were ample lakes but this Beaver did not have floats so it was limited to a few clearings and sand bars in the Valley.
The West meadow was high, firm and free of trees and shrubs until it sloped down to the East and Vegetation of higher order than Tundra could stake a hold. James walked up to the shelf overlooking the Meadow and saw the small plane sitting several hundred yards below and four people still unloading supplies.
James kept himself hidden in the rocks not due to his nakedness but because he wanted to know who these visitors were before encountering them, or more likely, avoiding them entirely. He was happy to see them unloading camping, surveying and communications equipment instead of guns, booze and hunting gear. It made him relax the grip on his 30.30 and settle down with his binoculars to watch them for a while.
Alison Merchant had gotten the grant the same week she had graduated from the University of Alaska. She sent letters to all her friends and Family and the schools she had sent letters to letting them know that she would be out of touch for 3 to 6 Months starting in May. She hired her roommate Jessica from UA and her brother Eddie to help with the biological research involving "effects on subarctic biospheres of global warming as it relates to the Southern Alaska Interior bio region" or as Eddie called it the "Away Mission".
Basically she was to observe and record the animals and plants and weather in several locations and that involved setting up small weather stations at those locations and returning to collect the data. Jessica was also an Earth Sciences major doing post grad work and Eddie was hired as a research assistant. It was the first real job he'd had other than planting trees in Washington State the Summer before. Alison had gotten him into that one too.
At 19 he'd lived a life of decadence and had relied on Mom and Dad to support his life of motorcycles and video games. His occasional trips to places like Hawaii, Costa Rica and Holland had his Mother hoping that he would meet some nice girl, but his Father knew that the trips were mostly about meeting not so nice boys far from Mothers view. Alison suspected for the last few years that her Brother was gay and at first hoped she was wrong, but came to accept it as she saw who he really was.
The Beaver held enough cargo to permit Alison to transport 2 complete stations on each flight, and Jame's Valley had been the third location. Alison loaded her backpack and hefted it on her small frame, she keyed her location into her GPS and headed out across the Meadow, right towards Jame's highland hideout. He moved back and away from her line of travel with the grace and ease of motion the comes from living several years alone in the wild.
The other two headed out in other directions and he watched long enough to be sure they were not going toward his camp. He kept the tall brunette in site while she spent several hours climbing as high as she could up the Mountain Side. About every 1000 feet in elevation she would place a small data relay that sent temperature, wind speed and barometric readings back to a base station in the Valley.
James inspected the first one she placed about 2 minutes after she had anchored it into the course tundra matting the hillside. By the time she placed the last relay she was above even the tundra and the open rocks made her rely on the epoxy she carried to secure the relay against the winds.
It was mid afternoon before she got back to the Meadow and about an hour later her friends had returned from placing their relays. Alison and Eddie spent the next hour checking and calibrating the readings from the "Bots" as Eddie called the relays and Jessica and the middle aged bush pilot went down to the small lake at the far edge of the Meadow.
James made his way around the Meadow to where he could watch all four of the visitors. He was close enough to the pilot and the blond that he could hear them talking.
"That was the densest goddamn brush I ever saw down there!" Jessica complained. "I need to wash some of the crap out of my hair."
With that she started pulling off her clothes, boots, socks, shirt, pants...
"If you don't want to see you better look away now, cause I'm gettin' nekkid!"
The bush pilot just smiled and continued watching her strip. She pulled off her bra and dropped her panties and did a little cantered hip pose for the pilot before she ran into the cold water.
He watched her splash and play in the lake for several minutes and then sat down and started removing his boots. In just a few minutes he was naked except for his baseball cap that looked like it had seen more Alaska winters than he had and he walked slowly down to the waters edge. The girl had been watching him strip and now beckoned him into the water like a siren,
"Come on flyboy, let's see if this cold water makes that thing shrink any."
He reached down and stroked the hard cock pointing out from the thick patch of pubic hair and laughed
"There's only one way to make this thing shrink, and you have it!"
He ran several feet out in the lake and dove, coming up under the squealing girl and tossing her naked body clear out of the water, giving James a nice view between her spread legs for just an instant. James reached down and stroked the erection between his legs while he watched the two play in the water. After several minutes of horseplay they settled down and embraced, sharing a long kiss and exploring each others bodies below the water.
James moved closer, closer than he really felt comfortable with, but close enough to have a clear view when they came out of the water. He could not see the two by the plane from here but wasn't worried about them either. He watched as Jessica and the flyboy walked out of the water holding hands and fell into the short grass around the lake. Jessie stroked the pilots cock while he kissed and kneaded her firm tits. From where he was James could see her stiff nipples and when the pilot pushed her back and spread her legs he had a clear view of her open pussy. He watched while the pilot positioned himself between her legs and inserted his hard cock into her cunt. He took the binoculars and focused in on the two as they fucked, it was almost as if he was laying between their legs where he could reach out and touch them.
After several minutes the pilot arched his back and clawed at the grass then quickly fell beside the girl. Her legs were still spread wide and James watched as the cum ran out of her pussy and into the grass. He stroked himself a little faster and sprayed his own cum load beside him on the ground. He almost cried out from the intensity of the ejaculation and lay on his back looking at the sky for a couple minutes after the spasms stopped.
Jessica and the pilot dressed slowly and walked back to the plane. After about a 1/2 hour they all got in and the sound of the Beaver again split the stillness of the Valley. The small plane roared as the pilot gained airspeed and hopped into the sky just as it got to the edge of the lake. As it rose into the air Jessica looked out the side window and saw a tall, long haired man standing naked by the edge of the lake, he waved at her and rubbed his long, flaccid cock as the plane circled, gaining altitude, and finally hopped over the ridge.
Jessica didn't say anything to her companions about the man, but from where he was standing she was certain that he had just watched her and the pilot fucking. The thought scared her at first, then she realized that if he had meant them harm he could have killed them all. Her thoughts then turned to him watching them and she imagined him jacking off while he hid in the small bushes. She wondered if he had stripped while watching them or if he had been swimming when they arrived. She couldn't imagine that anyone would live naked all the time out in the wilderness.
James hadn't meant to be seen until the last moment, he saw that the girl he'd watched fucking was looking out the window on his side of the plane and stepped out just as the pilot passed him. He thought that it would give them both something to think about until they returned. He waited until they had disappeared over the ridge and walked into the clearing where they had left the main equipment.
He started getting hard again as he walked and thought about the girl he'd just exposed himself to. He was stroking his engorged 8 inch cock while he walked right up to the equipment and knelt down in front of the video camera. He knew that he was in the shot and wondered if he should disable the recording, but decided that it would add to the adventure when the others saw it, He winked, stood up so his cock was in full frame and gave it a few long, slow strokes until he spewed another load. The massive jet of cum almost reached the camera and James fell to his knees totally spent from the orgasm. He smiled at the camera, walked back to the lake and gathered up his rifle and binoculars well out of sight of the camera.
Jessica asked the pilot if he knew of anyone living out in these parts. "I've heard stories about hermits, dope growers, prospectors, hell, you could hide a city out here and never notice it, a man alone could get lost so deep you'd need the CIA satellites to find him."
