I'd been hiking in British Columbia for several weeks when I first met them. It was at a lunch spot on a well known trail after a mornings hard going, when the weather was just beginning to set in.
Diane was an attractive elfin blond, in her early thirties, with sparking eyes and a figure to die for. I was struck by her wit and intelligence which matched her good looks. John was a little older, a bright, friendly intelligent guy, with a short beard and a great sense of humour. It turned out that he too had been a student at the same college as me, albeit a little before my time, and this commonality added to our fairly instant rapport. As they were headed in the same direction as me, and all of us planned to spend the night at a hotel / hostel some twelve miles to the Northeast, we decided to walk together that afternoon, and after finishing our lunch we headed north on an enchanting trail through the forest.
The scenery remained fairly breath-taking, albeit obscured for most of the time as we headed through a corridor of tall pine trees, the tips of which stretched far above our heads, enclosing us in a green canopy, cut through with the occasional shaft of sunlight. It was the change in temperature that we noticed first, dropping from a few degrees above zero, to at least ten degrees below in a matter of minutes. Small flakes of snow then began to fall, and we decided to quicken our pace in order to comfortably reach our destination before nightfall. Within a space of fifteen minutes though the previously small flakes of snow had metamorphosed into heavy snowfall, and the previously light dusting of snow began to change to a firm granular layer of white crystalline brilliance.
As the temperature dropped still further we all halted beneath a towering pine to add extra layers of clothing, before pushing ahead up the path. Despite our best efforts the additional snowfall make the going increasingly hard work, and after an hour and a half of hard walking we halted, our breathes now thick clouds of steam, in a good three inches of snow under the overhanging branches of a Scots pine. After a checking our map it now looked highly unlikely that we would each the hostel by sundown, and given the increasing fall in temperature and accumulated snowfall, to remain outdoors after nightfall could be a an extremely dangerous option. Half-way between where we now believed we stood, and the campsite, the map indicated that there was an old logging station, which our trail guide also noted also served as a 'refuge' in poor weather conditions. Although a good quarter mile or so off the trail, we decided that the diversion made sense if our new target could provide shelter against the increasingly threatening weather.
The light was beginning to fade by the time we reached the old logging station, which consisted of five or six old saw pits, abandoned stacks of timber, three or four dilapidated, half-collapsed cabins, and a smaller, intact building, of half stone, half-timber construction. The door was bolted shut, although with a bit of a tug it slid back, and the door opened on surprisingly well-oiled hinges, opening into a single room with table and chairs, a log-burning stove, and a raise sleeping platform to one side of the room. We entered, unshouldered our packs, and reviewed our options.
A quick review of our respective kit revealed that between us we had a sleeping mat, two sleeping bags, enough emergency rations for a couple of days, tea, coffee and several litres of water. Recognising that protection against the cold should be our first priority, we went in search of fuel for the stove, and it took only a short time to locate some dry logs from the bottom of the old timber stacks littering the station.
Returning to the cabin we got the stove going, and discovered some candles, cooking pots and a large fur pelt in a storage box under the sleeping platform. A pot filled with snow quickly resulted in some hot water, and in less than an half an hour all three of us were sitting in a warm, bright hut, sipping freshly brewed coffee.
Outside it was dark, increasingly cold, and the wind was beginning to howl. As we sat sipping our coffee I was pleased to note that despite our predicament both John and Diane were bearing up well, and I noted Diane's somewhat mischievous grin when John suggested that we would have to share the bedding and rely on shared bodily heat for the night ahead. Opening up one of the sleeping bags we formed a rough 'undersheet' on the bare canvass topped sleeping platform, whilst the second sleeping bag formed a 'topsheet', and the large fur pelt (possibly Elk, but I'm still not sure), provided the equivalent of a duvet. We made sure that the wood stove was fully fuelled, and stripped out of our boots, jackets and sweaters.
I was surprised to see both John and Dianne slip out of their trousers to reveal rather austere thermal shorts and vests, although despite the less than flattering attire I couldn't help notice Diane's pert bum outlined by the soft material. Deciding not to look like a prude I too slipped off my trousers, to be left standing in my rather less practical white Calvin Kleins. All three of us squeezed under the bedding, John and I each side of Diane, snuggling up either side of her to share heat. I cautiously draped an arm over Diane. There were no objections from John, and in response Diane pressed her back into my chest. Things were getting interesting.
Whatever it says in the survival manuals must be right, as within about two minutes we were all quite toasty, so much so that Diane and John sat up, slipped off their vests and slid back down under the bedding. Being fairly hot too I followed suit, and then slid my arms back around the gorgeous girl to my left, who by now was attired in just a pair of thermal shorts and a sports bra that served only to highlight her pert breasts. Alarmingly, and embarrassingly I began to feel a stirring in my loins as i cuddled back up to her, only accentuated as she wiggled her bum, unconsciously, I was sure, against my groin. Nevertheless, putting such thoughts to the back of my mind, I still managed to doze off, albeit with my hardness pressing increasingly into Diane's bottom.
I don't think that I'd been asleep very long when I was awakened by a rhythmic movement, as Diane’s bottom seemed to grind back into me in a series of regular undulations. My arms were still around her, although I could feel that where there had been the short top, there was now bare flesh, and I could feel johns beard scrapping against my arm, as I realised that he was gently licking his partners nipples. Not bearing to breathe I gently shifted my position (as if by accident) so that my by now rock hard cock was wedged further between her legs, but was aware that one of John's hands had beaten me to it, and was already exploring her pussy. She was so wet that as I pushed forward I felt her juices soak through the cotton layer of my shorts, at the same time that I felt my cock slide through the flap of my shorts to nestle along the length of Diane’s pussy, which I now realised was completely hairless. I felt John's hand pause, uncertain as to whether I had actively maneuvered or 'accidentally' slipped.
'Is Sean awake?' I heard John whisper to Diane, to which she replied that she wasn't sure. I lay as still as I could, and although John and Diane remained motionless I was aware of a bead of sweat on my forehead, and a globule of precum oozing from the head of my cock. I nearly came on the spot when I head John's next words 'well - if he is asleep he's potentially missed out on a lot of fun'. Not sure what the exact 'modus operandus' for this sort of thing was, I continued to pretend I was asleep, even letting out a short snore as i rubbed my cock (accidentally again) against Diane. I heard John shift, and suddenly I was aware of something quite alien, but hard and hot, rubbing against my cock, as John slid into Diane, who let out a small shudder and groan.
As he began to slowly fuck her i felt my cock being coated with Diane’s warn, slippery juices as John's slid in and out of Diane, followed by the sensation of the fingers of this gorgeous girls hand slowly grasping my cock and squeezing in time to John's thrusts. Deciding that I'd probably been rumbled I relaxed, and let out a low groan, exclaiming 'wow - that feels amazing'. Moving my head closer, my lips planted gentle, warm, wet kisses on the back of Diane’s neck and I felt her push her head back as I transferred my kisses to the point just below right ear.
'Oh, so you are awake' said John, with a laugh. Dianne giggled and said that something certainly was, as she exerted further pressure on my cock. I let my hands slide down over her breasts, and trapped both of her nipples between my fingers, gently squeezing them as she turned her head, and my lips sought hers for a passionate kiss. Our tongues gently exploded each other’s mouths, and I reveled in her beauty, still apparent in the long shadows cast around the hut by the wood-burning stove.
'I feel soooo horny' she moaned as she rolled over, so that John could slide into her from behind, and I slid down her body to roll my tongue around her nipples as my fingers brushed the fine stubble of her pussy, before seeking out her out her clitoris, which I stimulated in time to John's powerful strokes. With my free hand I traced the curves of Diane's body, and caressed her long, soft, slender legs, whilst her hands gently ruffled my hair, and stroked my shoulders.
Moving slowly down I planted small kisses over the length of Diane's taught tummy, working my way down to her thighs and wet pussy. As John pummelled her from behind I let my hot breath play over her clit, and after first watching it pulse in expectation, I glued my lips to her inflamed button, trapped it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth and began to use the tip of my tongue to trace small wet circles around it’s circumference, so absorbed that even the rather odd sensation of John's balls periodically bashing my chin as he continued to pound Diane's pussy failed to distract me in my efforts.
Diane let out a cry, and her nails bit into my back as I sucked hard on her clit, her first shuddering orgasm hitting her as John's cock continued to slide in and out of her slick wetness. I moved up again for another passionate kiss, after which she slid round to embrace her man, and I moved down again, this time to probe her puckered arse hole with the tip of my tongue as they continued to fuck. After five minutes of sucking and fucking all three of us surfaced, I dragging my tongue from the top of her arse crack to the nape of her neck as I straightened up, with John and I then cuddling Diane, now a hot, wet, shuddering mess, between us whilst we regained our breadth.
'Do you guys do this often?' I asked - 'not for a while' they replied, 'although there was this club we once visited in London....'. I was about to question them when I felt Diane's hand snake around my cock, and she began to places kisses down my chest towards my groin. She looked at John, and asked 'may I?', to which he replied 'just this once', and she continued lower.
I felt her soft lips encase the head of my pulsing cock, whilst her fingers played over my balls and perineum. I let out a low moan, and noticed John slip down behind Diane to finger her as she gave me such pleasure. I felt her tongue curl cat-like up and down the length of my by now engorged cock, then felt the softness of her throat as she took still more of it into her mouth. I gave a long moan and shuddered as I felt myself shoot a hot torrent of warm, creamy spunk into the back of Diane's mouth, which she proceeded to half swallow, and half dribble back out over my still hard cock.
She slid up the length of my body, smearing the remaining cum between our torso's, proffering a long, hot, salty kiss, followed by a gasp as John slid in behind her. I wrapped my arms around her as John continued to fuck her, Dianne orgasming in my arms as John came deep inside of her. As she peeled herself away from me to embrace the man she loved I slid down once again, kissing her breast, belly, and mons, before finally applying my lips and tongue to her pulsing clit, and then her pouting pussy, inadvertently tasting the odd mixture of Diane's pussy juice and undoubtedly some remnants of John’s delivery. Diane parted her legs, so that I could apply further gentle kisses around her perineum and her arse, at the same time gently caressing her thighs with my hands as she commenced a further shuddering orgasm.
I noticed that John had clambered up above her, and was feeding his still semi-stiff cock into her mouth, letting out a low groan as Diane's hot tongue went to work, almost in time with my own on her pussy. Sliding my fingers inside of her I explored her soft, juicy cunt, curling my fingers upward to rub the ridged patch behind her clitoris. Dianne chuckled as I gently rubbed her, but lost not an ounce of concentration in terms of the superb blow job she was giving John.
I slid up the bedding, so that I could get a better view, and plant lingering kisses on her breasts whilst I fingered her. Once fully hard again John slid down and penetrated her once more. This time I slid my index finger into Diane's arse, and as John fucked her, and she took turns at kissing us both, I gently probed her second hole, whilst Diane squirmed in pleasure at the additional attention. Diane reached down and started to toy once again with my newly hardened cock. Gasping again, John came a second time, and I joined him, issuing a torrent of hot spunk over Diane's hand. Simultaneously Diane's sequence of long, hot pants culminated in a short shout, as she orgasmed for at least a fourth time that evening.
Snuggling into Diane's side I fell into a long, peaceful sleep. Outside the snow continued to fall on a cold Canadian night. |
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