I'd been cooped up in my cubicle for far too long. Though the company has treated me well over the past ten years, it still wears me down to be there every day. I had started to seriously burn out on my job. I'd even considered a career change, wondering if something different would fire me up more and make my life feel like it was worth living again.
It was at that point when I remembered all of my vacation time I'd accrued. The year was half over and I still had three and a half weeks of vacation to burn. Next year, I was going to start getting four weeks of vacation each year, so there was no need to carry over a week and I might as well burn it all this year.
I walked into my supervisor's office and told him I needed some time away. I'd been putting too much time into the office and was losing myself. I no longer had the drive that I used to have and it was likely going to start affecting my work. Luckily for me, my boss was one of those who felt strongly that we should take our vacation time and suggested I take a week to get away. He even went so far as to remind me not to check my work e-mail or voice messages, but to make it a real vacation. That was why my supervisor wins loyalty from his employees. He really seems to care about us.
All the way home to my house, I contemplated what I should do with my week. It was too tempting to just lie on the couch, watching TV and movies, but I realized that there was no way that was going to rejuvenate me. I'd just end up back at work a week later, a week behind, and wishing I could get away.
I needed to get away.
Being raised by a teacher who grew up in the scouting program, I was often treated to wonderful camping trips during the summer. I absolutely loved camping. It felt so good to get away from the cities and enjoy all that Nature had to provide.
That was what I needed to do to get away from work. I wouldn't even have the opportunity to check my e-mail and my cell phone didn't get coverage out at my favorite camping spot. I could take my camera and just relearn myself and Nature.
It didn't take me long to get my camping gear out of the closet and ready to go. I had to swing by the grocery store to pick up enough food for the week as well as restock my supplies that had dwindled the last time I went out and hadn't replaced yet. By 3 o'clock, I was ready to go.
I hopped into my car and started driving out of town. It felt so incredibly good to be getting away from the city. I hadn't realized how much it was dragging me down until I saw it in my rear view mirror and the open road in front of me.
Two hours later, I was pulling off the highway and heading up the winding road towards my campground. I could smell the difference in vegetation along the roadway and it brought back memories of past visits and all the fun I'd had and my heart started beating quicker in anticipation of being out there again.
It didn't take too long before I got to the parking area. My campground was back a couple hundred yards from the roadway. You had to park and then hike your stuff back in to the camping spots. That way, the campers were further removed from civilization and could really relax.
Pulling into the parking area, I took note of the other vehicle already there, hoping they had chosen the campsite furthest from the one I like best. I put my backpack on, which held my clothing and most of my food, as well as my tent and self-inflating mattress. I grabbed a few other items from my car, locked it, and started out along the trail.
It was a very pleasant hike. It had been a while since I had hiked with a backpack, but I found my hiking legs coming back fairly quickly. I was starting to get tired, though, as I approached the campsites.
My heart dropped as I approached my side of the campground and started seeing flashes of color through the trees. The owners of the other car in the parking area must have chosen a spot right next to my favorite. I didn't want to be that close to anybody this week. I started to turn to the right to try the other end of the campground, but something in the back of my mind suggested I give my regular spot a try, just to see how bad it could be.
As I rounded the last stand of trees and came out into my spot, I noticed that though my neighbors were close, a set of trees separated us enough that I would probably feel a sense of privacy, as long as they were relatively quiet.
I sat down on a log at the edge of my spot to rest and to listen to just how noisy they were likely to be. I could hear a relatively quiet discussion going on, which fairly quickly faded into the background noise as the essence of the woods overtook my senses and I melted into my surroundings. When I finally realized that I was just sitting on the log and that I really did need to get my site set up, it became obvious that my neighbors were not going to be a problem. They were quiet and seemed to respect the serenity of the area.
Though it had been a while, putting together my campsite was an easy task. I managed to put myself on auto-pilot and got my tent set up, my things safely stored inside, and my campfire started. I was just starting to heat up some water for dinner when I heard a distinctly feminine giggle coming from my neighbors' direction. Stifling the instant irritation that rose inside of me, I tried concentrating on my dinner, but couldn't help but pay attention to what was going on in the site next to mine. In spite of my desires to be alone, I am a voyeur and that side of me was interested in the goings-on next door, especially if the female offering the earlier giggle was as cute as she sounded.
Before long, my dinner was ready and my neighbors had quieted. As I ate, my mind wandered down the various pathways associated with a voyeur camping near a cute-sounding female. Unfortunately, I didn't hear anything more coming from next door. I was actually surprised by my disappointment in that. I thought I'd come up here to get away from people and was so disappointed when I heard them near my campsite as I arrived and now I was disappointed that I couldn't hear them. What strange twists my mind will take.
I contemplated that as my fire died down and the stars shone brightly down upon my site. Nature had sure put together quite a beautiful view. The temperature was perfect. The stars were absolutely lovely. Even the animals were contributing just the right amount of background noise to make everything feel right. This was exactly what I needed.
I fell asleep, thinking of the wonder that is Nature.
Rising early, I decided it was time to go hiking. I stocked up on granola bars and water, grabbed my camera, then headed out. I have a favorite spot where I like to watch the sunrise. It's something of a tradition for me. My first morning here, I always walk out to this spot to watch the sun first peek over the horizon. Today was perfect. Some cumulus clouds over the hills to the east provided the perfect addition to the rising sun. The colors in the sky sang to me, urging my heart to join in the chorus.
When the sun finally finished clearing the horizon, I took a deep breath, realizing that I'd been in a stupor, mesmerized by the wonder that is a sunrise in the mountains. What a perfect start to the day.
I took the long way back to the campsite, hoping to see some of the woodland creatures as they came out of their burrows. I often see squirrels and chipmunks, usually a few birds, and occasionally a deer. I was not disappointed in the least this morning. My camera definitely got a good work-out.
As I rounded the last stand of trees near the campground, I realized that I was looking at my neighbors' campsite and that I'd need to find a discreet path around their site to get to mine. I'd forgotten that this path came this way, since I rarely have neighbors in that site and having been distracted by the animals. I started to walk along the edge of the trees, trying to keep my distance so as not to disturb my neighbors, when I heard a rustling in their tent. I melted into the trees to try to disturb them even less, when their tent flap opened and a woman stepped out of the tent.
She stretched tired muscles, probably not used to sleeping on the ground, and gazed around at the trees surrounding her campsite. She had brown, wavy hair that reached her shoulders and seemed to be about 5'5" tall. Her back was to me, which denied me the ability to see her face, but her body had terrific shape. She had the wonderful curves that have captured men's hearts for centuries. All of that I noticed peripherally, my mind being almost completely caught up in the fact that she was only wearing panties.
Forgotten was the beautiful sunrise, the playful animals I'd been photographing, almost everything, for that matter. Before me stood a Venus, worshipping the sun and Nature simply by standing in the middle of it.
Another sound from the tent pulled me from my reverie. To my surprise, it was another female voice calling out to the one filling my vision.
"Is it cold out there?" asked the voice in the tent.
"It's absolutely wonderful," replied the Beauty I'd seen. "You really need to come out here and see it."
She then turned to look back into the tent and my breath caught in my throat. She was absolutely stunning. Her breasts were the perfect size and shape and her face was absolutely beautiful. I froze, completely caught up in what I was seeing.
It wasn't until she ducked back inside the tent that I realized how hard I'd become. It was to be expected, but that hadn't entered my mind. This was a dream-come-true for a voyeur like me. I could hear the two denizens of the tent moving around and assumed they were getting dressed for the day. I figured that was a good time to head back to my site, so as not to let them know that I had been watching.
I couldn't get the memory of her lithe body from my mind as I walked. Of course, I didn't really want the memory to go, which definitely helps its staying power. Speaking of staying power, I knew I wouldn't have much and that I could really use a release. I slipped inside my tent and grabbed a Kleenex, then proceeded to give myself the release I needed, my thoughts filled with images of my Venus next door. It didn't take but a minute before I was arching my back and spending inside the tissue. When I'd finally calmed my heart and breathing, I climbed out of the tent and sat on a log, contemplating what I'd seen and what I wanted to do now. By nature, I'm rather shy, and especially shy around attractive members of the opposite sex.
I was so involved in my musings that it took her twice to get my attention. Finally I heard it: "Excuse me?"
Looking up, I saw a woman standing at the edge of my campsite, just barely out of the trees that stood between me and my neighbors. She must have been the other member of the pair, as this one had very dark, brown hair with bright, blue eyes. She was about as tall as the one I'd seen earlier and appeared to have a similar build. She was wearing khaki shorts and a white top with a flannel shirt on over the top, tied at the waist.
I blinked a few times, then smiled, welcoming her into my space.
"Hi, I'm Monica," she said, walking forward and extending her hand in greeting.
Taking her hand in mine, I noticed how soft and warm it was.
"I'm Tom," I said. "Sorry, I must have been daydreaming a bit."
"In this beautiful wilderness, that's easy to do," she said with a warm smile. "I'm afraid I need to interrupt your daydream, though, to ask for a little help. It would appear that we've forgotten a mixing bowl in which to mix breakfast. Do you happen to have one we could borrow?"
I quickly took a mental inventory of my supplies and thought of my cook-kit. I imagined the quart-sized pan would work and offered it to her.
"That ought to do nicely," she said, taking my pan. "Would you like to join us for breakfast? We've got plenty to spare."
My first thought was to decline. It was my standard response when offered something. However, there was something about her demeanor that suggested she would be a good friend. She seemed like the type of woman I found easy to talk to.
"Thank you, that would be wonderful," I said.
We walked over to her campsite, talking about what it was like here in this area of the mountains and what brought us up there. She and her friend, Sarah, coworkers from down in the valley, were just up here for the weekend. They needed some time away, just as I did, and had heard good things about this campground. They worked in advertising and it sounded like they really enjoyed their work.
Sarah was gathering breakfast food together and doing as much as she could without a bowl in which to mix the ingredients. She looked up and smiled at Monica as she came out of the trees, pan in hand. Her smile changed a little as she saw me following her friend. It took on the guarded look we get when we see someone new and are trying to decide whether we can trust them. Introductions were made and Sarah's smile started to relax and become a little more genuine.
We talked while the women prepared breakfast and I set the table. It was a pleasant chat, settling our minds and helping us get to know each other better. I found the women very easy to talk to, as I'd hoped.
There's something about people who are camping ... a camaraderie that forms naturally. That feeling made it very easy for the women to get me to open up more than usual. I was in a comfortable setting and they were just animated enough to draw me out. Before long, I was joking and chatting with them as if we'd been friends for ages. We talked about any number of topics, just enjoying each other's company and the outdoors. I never expected the topic to turn to sex, however.
"I'm a little embarrassed to say it, but the mountains get me a little excited," said Monica. "There's just something about being so far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city that makes me feel a little turned on."
That was a particular feeling with which I was rather familiar. Since I was a teenager, I've always been a little turned on in the mountains. Whenever I would go camping, my thoughts would turn to nude photography, to making love under the open air, to seeing women sunbathing in the meadows, to fishing with a woman who was wearing very little. I was always a little excited, so I knew exactly what she was saying.
To my surprise, I heard myself say, "Oh, definitely. Being up here, away from all the people, is a terrific turn-on." Then, to add even more surprise to myself, I said, "Seeing you, Sarah, when you got out of the tent this morning compounded those feelings exponentially!"
Sarah blushed a beautiful, deep blush and smiled over at Monica. "I couldn't help it. I wanted to feel the crisp, mountain air on my skin without all that fabric getting in the way."
I suddenly felt very excited and as if my shorts were way too tight. I figured it was time to go for broke: "Don't let my presence keep that pesky fabric between you and the mountain air."
I held my breath. I'm almost never this brazen, and never in mixed company. I've definitely got a dirty mind, but it's rare that I really let it out in front of women. Something about these two and the mountain breezes was getting to me.
With a wink, Sarah stood and untied her flannel shirt. She peeled it from her body. She was still blushing, but had a bold sense of purpose in her eyes. She looked at Monica as if daring her to do the same. Before I knew what was happening, I had two beautiful women removing their tops right in front of me.
With a laugh, Monica looked over at me and said, "I think someone's a little awestruck. Too bad you don't have a camera."
That's when my mind kicked into overdrive and I finally started thinking again. "Will you let me photograph the two of you?" I asked.
They looked at each other, passing that silent communication back and forth that comes with time together, and then they looked at me with a twinkle in their eyes and said, "sure."
I probably looked pretty funny with how quickly I jumped up and ran to my campsite. There was no way I was going to pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. In a flash, no pun intended, I had my camera in hand and was back at their site. The women had waited for me, patiently, but were obviously excited for a little fun. They had tied their flannel shirts again so they were ready to start anew with my camera capturing each and every luscious moment. They had taken the time to remove their shoes in preparation for what was to come.
Grinning at them, I got my camera ready and then suggested they start again, but that it was important they be near one another so I could catch both of them in the shots. They posed together, giving me looks that promised amazing hours of non-stop bliss in bed. I had thought they were beautiful women before, but seeing those looks of passion and desire in their eyes was amazing. I know it was for the camera, but I couldn't help but feel that some of that was actually sent my way. I could feel my cock start to throb in my shorts in response to those dazzling looks.