Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

A half-mile beyond the cutoff, a mere twenty minutes' walk, they came into a small clearing. They could hear the rumble of falling water and immediately a new spirit of enthusiasm swept over the three girls. They got out of their packs rapidly and went down to investigate. Just as Ellen had said, they found a large pool at the base of the falls. Almost completely ringed with tall firs, the pool beckoned invitingly.

"Oh, wow, this is too much!" Ellen cried out, her fingers already unbuttoning her shirt. "Man, am I ever going to soak!"

"Let me at that water!" Pam sighed, also stripping rapidly.

Their enthusiasm infected Gina and she too began to strip. They gave no thought to the possibility of being surprised; they were in one of the more remote parts of the forest and, except for the hikers they had earlier noticed, had seen no one since setting out on their trip. Gina unlaced her heavy hiking boots, removed her socks and finished undressing. She was at least as attractive naked as clothed; her long waisted torso tapered neatly in at the waist, flaring out into a pair of nicely curved hips and then again tapering down the length of her slender thighs. The dark V of pubic fur, masking but not entirely hiding the crimson slit bisecting it, emphasized her femininity, just as did the nippled breasts riding high on her ribcage.

"That Willie, he's sure missing out on something," Pam said, running an envious eye over Gina's body. "Wow, what I wouldn't give for a set of boobs like those!"

"And those legs!" Ellen added, looking down at her own shorter, thicker limbs. "Oh well, we can't have everything, I guess!"

"Stop it, you two," Gina said with an embarrassed laugh. "You're only trying to make me feel bad. And you know that no boy would ever run away from you two, either!"

She was right. Despite Pam's undersized breasts and Ellen's less-than-perfect legs, both girls were extremely attractive. Pam, a short blonde with a bouncy, vibrant air of good health, always had boys hanging around her, and Ellen, a tall blonde with superb breasts, had her pick of men in the city. Both of them were well aware of Gina's shyness, especially in matters pertaining to sea, and ribbed her unmercifully about her prudish ways.

They dashed into the pool, shrieking as the ice-cold water splashed against their naked flesh, and dived deep. Their bodies quickly adjusted to the abrupt change in temperature. After thoroughly soaking themselves and sponging off the dust and sweat of travel, they sprawled on the grassy bank beside the pool and let the sun dry their naked bodies. Gina felt drowsy in the brilliant sunlight and allowed herself to drift into a half-conscious state.

"Hey, I wonder if those guys really did turn off at Big Horn?" Pam said suddenly. "You know, if they didn't they're probably off in those bushes somewhere right now, getting their eyes full!"

"Oh!" Gina muttered, sitting up suddenly and clasping both hands to her breasts. "You don't actually think they're watching, do you?"

"So what if they are?" Ellen muttered drowsily. "If they're only interested in sitting off in the bushes and watching, I sure don't want to have anything to do with them!"

"Yeah, if they're out there they're harmless," Pam agreed. "Come on, Gina, I guess that cunt of yours is safe for a while longer!"

Gina blushed daintily at that jibe, but settled back on the grass. She parted her knees lightly, luxuriating in the way the warm sunlight bathed her most intimate flesh with golden warmth, and felt her heart slowing down to a normal beat. Just as she was on the point of losing grip on her consciousness she heard a rustling of tree branches.

"By God! They said this was Big Beaver National Forest," a masculine voice cried out, "but nobody ever told me we'd see real beavers! Or such good-looking ones! Man, get a load of those pelts there!"

"Wow, did they ever name this place right!" another voice chimed in.

Gina sat up quickly and whirled about to confront the strange voices. As she did so she saw that neither Pam nor Ellen had reacted so violently; they remained horizontal, though they twisted their heads around to look. They saw four young men, all laden with pack sacks and clad for high-country hiking.

Each of the four wore a pair of cut-off blue jeans, in addition to the. heavy boots and thick socks, but nothing else. All four were heavily bearded; they looked to be in their early twenties.

"Howdy!" one of them said, unbuckling his pack and dropping it to the ground. "I'm Charlie."

The other three also got out from under their packs and introduced themselves. They sat down to remove their boots and socks, then stood up to doff the cut-off jeans. Gina gasped with shock and averted her eyes when she saw that they were going to strip down entirely.

"I'm Pam and this is Ellen," Pam said. "That's Gina – don't mind her, she's a little shy. We can recommend the water – it's the greatest!"

"Yeah, that's one reason we came this way," Charlie said. "We had it in mind all along but when we saw that you hadn't turned up toward Big Horn we knew we had to check out the pool, Good thing we did, it looks like."

"Help yourselves," Ellen said, cooly running her eyes over their naked bodies. "It's all public property."

The three girls sat on the bank and watched the youths splash and shout in the water. Gina fidgeted nervously; it was plain that she was highly uncomfortable and more than a little worried.

"I'm going to get my clothes on," she said after a moment or two. "If only they'd all look the other way for a minute, so I could run!"

"Go ahead and do it now," Ellen told her. "But what's the rush? I don't suppose they're babes in the woods; I'll bet they've seen tits and ass before!"

"Sure. Stay here and give 'em a thrill," Pam added. "Bet they never saw much that could beat you!"

"You're impossible!" Gina whispered, trying to move behind her friends so as to conceal her nakedness. "How can you say such things?"

"Doesn't take much effort," Pam said with a happy shrug. "Man, look at that Charlie – that cat's hung like nobody's business!"

"I was more taken with that Arnie," Ellen said, running her eyes over a thick-shouldered blond giant. "Oh, wow, to get my legs around that hunk of man! I bet he could go on forever!"

"What are you talking about!" Gina gasped. "Why, you're acting as though you were already in bed with them!"

"It might not be so far away," Ellen warned. "They've got to have been in the park for at least three days; it's that far to any road. And they probably haven't seen any more people than we have, so the chances are good that they'll be extra horny!"

"Trust Ellen to figure all the angles," Pam breathed. "But she's right, Gina; there are four of them and three of us. Maybe we'll get our fill for once!"

"I've already had my fill," Gina snapped, rising to her feet and preparing to run. "And I don't think it's a bit smart of you to talk that way!"

Ellen and Pam looked at each other in surprise after Gina had dashed back to the rock where she had stacked her clothes and pack.

"Hey, she's really uptight about it!" Pam marveled. "Gee, do you think she's for real? I thought she really got into screwing with Willie!"

"The way I heard it she didn't get far enough into it to suit Willie," Ellen replied. "He's a big one for head jobs, you know, and the story I heard was that they broke up because Gina wouldn't go down on him."

"Huh? Come on," Pam insisted, leveling her big blue eyes at her friend. "Everybody goes down on guys! Are you for real?"

"I mean it," Ellen insisted. "I didn't believe it at first but I got it straight from Willie himself! He swore that she wouldn't suck for anything! It really ticked him off too, because the way he told it, she's a real hot-ass. He swore that she'd fuck like a crazy woman, once he'd gotten her turned on, but that she wouldn't do anything else!"