I had started my journey 2 months earlier in late April, leaving from Campo on the Mexican border I entered the Pacific Crest Trail, the PCT. My end point was the Canadian Border, 2600 miles away. I am attempting a solo thru hike, Northbound. I walked through deserts, mountains, forests, and rock falls. I breathed the fresh air of nature and tasted the bitter aftertaste of miserable weather. But that is life along the PCT, it shows you who you are and what you are made from.

Life on the trail can be rewarding, with stunning vistas and gorgeous natural wonders. It can equally be lonely and depressing. There are sections of the trail where you are alone for miles, not a soul or man-made object can be seen outside of the trail markers.

I had been making a good pace, I had just left the Sierras, twenty days earlier than expected. The weather was hot, even in the higher elevations. It was 90+ degrees in the valleys. I had recently resupplied in Sierra City on a stretch to Belden, 89 Miles. Picked up some food, fuel, and filters for my water purifier. There wasn’t much along that stretch but trees, rocks, and a couple of roadways crossing the hills, so I didn’t want to run out of necessities.

I passed a few light hikers heading the southern route but outside of that I hadn’t seen a human since I left town. As I ascended a col, I hear a commotion up ahead of me. Two voices, sounding feminine, became closer are clearer.

“Where is it?”

“It isn’t in my bag.”

“You had it last.”

“No, YOU did, at that stream a couple days ago before we went into town.”

As the trees cleared, I could see two young women frantically digging through their bags. One was blonde, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was young, maybe 19 or 20, thin but clearly went to the gym. She was wearing a white tank top, brown shorts, and was digging through a dirty red pack.

The other was around the same age, Asian, her shorter, shoulder length black hair was covering her face part of her face as she dug through her new looking, blue pack. She was also thin but looked less toned. She was wearing a pink tube top, black shorts and hiking boots. They didn’t even notice as I approached.

“Is everything ok? Can I help?” I asked, startling the girls.

“Shit!” said the blonde one.

“Sorry to scare you, I just overhead you as I was coming up the trail. Is everything alright?”

“We think we lost our water pump somewhere before Sierra City” responded the other one.

“Oh, that’s bad. Did you want some water so you can head back to get it?”

“We think it would be 3 days hike to where it might be, and we aren’t even sure if it’ll be there” said the blonde one.

“And we don’t have cash on us to buy one in town in Sierra City. I think we’ll have to bail on the rest of our hike.”

“Well, if you are heading northbound, you could travel with me until you can get another one,” I offered, “My name is Rusty Jalopy.”

It’s at this time I must interject to people unfamiliar with trail culture. We thru hikers don’t use our real names, we use trail names. It’s kind of a tradition in the trail community. Sometimes you name yourself, sometimes others name you, and on occasion, the trail will provide. In my case, I arrived at the trailhead in Camp in a rusted beater car. That way I didn’t care if it got stolen while waiting for a friend to pick it up a few days later. Some other people setting off saw it, and my reddish-brown hair, and called me Rusty Jalopy, I just ran with it. As I said, the trail provides.

“Hi, I’m Slipper,” said the blonde, “and this is Honeysuckle, but you can call her Honey. Are you sure you’re ok with that? You look hardcore.”

“Nice to meet you both. I’ve been on the trail for two month, I’m sure I look a little wild, but it might be nice to have a little company after all that time solo.”

The girls put everything back in their packs and headed on the trail. It was a relatively flat section for the first few miles, but that’s compared to what came before it. We made small talk, they were both heading into their second years as college students at UCLA who thought it would be fun to hike from Echo Lake to the California/Oregon border, which is a good 600 miles. Slipper had moderate trail experience with several 300 miles treks under her belt. Honey was still a newbie; she had done a few weekend trips but nothing on this scale before.

The girls asked about me and I told them I was trying to do a complete thru hike of the PCT. I was in my 30s and took a year off work after finally locking down a big company merger. I figured why not trade in the corporate jungle for the natural one. Mainly, I needed to pump myself up even more.

At the first water source we found, I filled up their bottles and we had a snack. They were still trying to figure out the logistics of getting some new gear. The girls’ phones had service, so they came up with a plan.

“We could order one online and have the delivery scheduled for when we should hit Chester.” Said Honey.

“Great idea. Hey J, which of these filters would you recommend?” asked Slipper, the girls having short formed me to a single letter, kids these days. I suggested a couple, ones that were good but not insanely expensive and they made the order to be delivered in 6 days. It was about 120 miles to trail head near Chester, and a few off the trail to get into town. This was going to be slower going for me, but I was ahead of pace so why not relax.

It was around 5:00 in evening when we decided to make camp. We weren’t near a designated camp site, so we moved off the trail and setup a hundred yards from a stream. I made some rations I bought in town and a muffin that got squished in my pack. The girls made some fancy freeze-dried chicken noodle thing on their stove.

It was nice to have some company after so many months alone. It also helps when your company is a couple of attractive Coeds. We all became more relaxed as the night wore on, being exhausted really helps lower your Give-A-Fuck meter.

As the light started to set, Slipper said they were going to sit by the stream for a bit and watch the sun set. I decided to stay back and check the condition of my gear and then bag up my food and hang it to keep the bears away. I suggested the girls do that too before it gets too dark which they said they would when they got back.

When the sun got low to the horizon, and they hadn’t returned yet I decided to check on them. I guess I had become their dad. I passed some shrubs and trees and turned the corner to see both girls naked, bathing in the shallow stream. The sight was like something from a beer commercial or a porno.

Slipper was taller, about 5’9” with decent sized breasts, about a C-cup. Honey on the other hand was shorter, about 5’4”, with smaller B-cup breasts with puffy nipples. They were taking turns washing each other’s backs. Hands sliding up and down young naked flesh. As they turned, I could see each of them were sporting a small patch of hair around their pussies. I guess it didn’t make sense to shave there while in the wilderness.

I wasn’t sure what I should do. Do I let them know I’m here? Do I leave and give them privacy? I chose just to freeze there watching. Every so often, one of them would dip themselves into the water and pop back up, probably because it was freezing. But the water would cascade off their tight, toned bodies in very delicious ways.

When it looked like they were finishing up, I quickly retreated towards camp. They returned a few minutes later, drying themselves off. I asked what they got up to and they said just a quick dip. They were going to head to bed.

“Hope you liked the moon tonight” Slipper said, winking at me as climbed into her tent. Did she know I was there? Honey blushed as she said goodnight. I decided to turn in as well, we had a lot of elevation changes tomorrow and I was curious how my companions would fair.

I woke up early the next day to get a quick bath in the stream. It had been a few days since I got a good washing. I’m sure I smelled terrible but usually that doesn’t matter much out here. I grabbed a small towel I had and some biodegradable soap and headed to the water. I stripped down to my birthday suit and walked into the cold water. It definitely woke me up better than coffee. I soaped myself up and let the current rinse me off. As I got began to leave the water, I saw Honey on the bank, frozen still. I awkwardly waved at her, I mean what else do you do, and she waved back before darting back towards camp. I towelled off, got dressed and followed her footsteps.

The girls had already packed up their gear and were just eating some breakfast when I arrived. Honey was whispering about something and stopped when she saw me. I simply said hello and picked up another flattened muffin pancake from my bag and ate too. I mentioned we should head out soon, get as many miles as possible before the heat of the day kicks in. They agreed off we went. Onward and forward.

The trail had many elevation changes throughout the day. Going up and down at least 5400 ft. Much of this section of the wilderness had been in a wildfire so it was scarred with dead trees and almost no vegetation. We call these areas burnt zones. They are hot and dull areas to go through, there’s no natural canopy to shield you from the blazing Sun and little place for privacy when needed to take a leak.

We made good progress on that second day. We hiked around 24 miles before we decided to rest for the night. We found a designated campsite off the trail and setup for the night. There was a tap for water and a picknick table to cook food. We had dinner and were just relaxing around the tent.

“My back is pretty stiff,” said Slipper, “anyone want to give me a massage?”

“Sure, no problem” I volunteered.

“Ok great, hold on a second.”

Slipper turned her back to me and in the magical way girls do things, she removed her sports bra without removing her shirt. She laid down on the grass while I moved my hands around on top of her shirt. I was feeling for an area of tension and stiffness. She also guided me to areas in need of some work. I must have been doing a pretty good job because she was moaning up a storm. It was pretty arousing to be honest, but I did my best to keep it tucked. Once she was finished, I offered my services to Honey, but she declined today but said maybe tomorrow. It was getting late, so we made our way to bed.

Morning was pretty standard, we filled up our water at the tap, ate some food and headed out. The trail was pretty flat, comparatively, today and we made good time. We had moved out of the burnt region and were back in some greenery. I stopped to take a piss and told the girls to head up ahead and I would catch up. I did my business and went to catch up with the group. A little way up the trail I heard a scream, and I took off to help. As I approached, I found the girls were face to face with a black bear. Usually, black bears run away from humans, but this one seemed a little to interested in my female companions. I caught up to them and they were scared. I stepped in front of them and pulled out the bear spray I keep in a side pocket, if all else fails. I lifted my pack over my head and made a lot of noise. The noise and sudden appearance of a third person seemed to be enough to scare the bear back into the wilderness.

“Oh my God, thank you so much J!” one shouted. “You saved us again.” They both began hugging me. It was nice but not necessary. Black bears are usually more scared of us than we are of them. This one probably just smelled food in their packs and was curious.

“I think we need to get you two some bear spray in Chester too. You should always have some in the backcountry, or for you too, campus country.” I joked.

“We will, that’s for sure. We can’t thank you enough, but we’ll try our best.” Said Honey, who’s usually pretty quiet.

“Not necessary, ladies. Just glad I could help.”

Hiking with other people is quite different than being alone. Alone it is always quiet, just the sounds of nature and the movement of your gear. When you are hiking in a group there’s prolonged silence and then rushes of conversation about all kinds of things, life, love, and everything above. After the bear incident, there was much more chatter and I got to find out more about my new friends.

Slipper was originally from New York State, she used to take trips with her parents into the Adirondacks, so she had some wilderness experience. She picked UCLA following her boyfriend, who had a basketball scholarship. By Thanksgiving, she found him cheating so they broke up. She didn’t know many people, but one was her roommate, Honey. They became fast friends, and they started exploring trails around the area. She got her name Slipper because she kind of clumsy and would trip and slip on things.

Honey on the other hand was new to the whole outdoors concept. She was a city girl whose family wanted her to focus entirely on school. Once she started hanging around with Slipper, she found a whole new world of possibilities beyond school. She partied, she met guys, and she learned to love nature. She was still timid and shy, but once you got her going it was off to the races. She was currently not seeing anyone; she just ended a 3 week fling shortly before hitting the trail.

I decided to share my story as well. While I was closing that business deal, I didn’t realize my marriage was falling apart. I don’t even think I realized she was gone until the ink dried on the dotted line of the divorce settlement. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I took a year off work, got in shape, and hit the trail hoping for some clarity.

The day flew by, after the excitement of the bear and the conversations, and we were once again looking for a place to set up camp. Looking at a map I found a small lake about 2 miles off the trail. I suggested that might be a nice place to stop. The girls looked and agreed so we headed off the safety of the trail towards this oasis. The place was beautiful. Dark blue water, lots of trees, and some hills to the West. We unpacked and got on with the task of food. I cooked up an MRE, just had to add boiling water, and the girls made something similar but from a fancy supply store.

There were still a few hours of sun left so I went down to the lake to clean up. You get really grimy and dusty on the trail, as you can imagine, so it feels good to clean off. Just as I stripped down to my skin, I hear a throat clear behind me. Covering myself, I quickly turned around. Both girls were ten feet away, looking at me.

“Uh, hey girls, what’s up?”

“Well, we thought it might be a good idea to scrub our close in the lake. We can’t do actual laundry till we hit Chester, so this might be a good time to wash everything; let it dry overnight.” Said Slipper.

“Plus, we thought you might want some company to swim with.” Honey added.

“That’s not a bad idea, hopefully you two aren’t embarrassed seeing me like this.”

“Nope. Looks pretty fun.” Honey said, before pulling off her shirt and dropping her shorts. Slipper was right beside her doing the same. They tossed their clothes in the water and splashed into the water. Not one to be left behind and jumped in and joined them.

They were like kids in a pool, splashing and dunking each other. As I got closer, they teamed up and dunked me. Hands were going everywhere, a shoulder here, a breast there. I even felt someone grab my cock briefly. It was all in good fun. We were laughing and having a blast. We did slow down and just started floating on the water, enjoying the cool feel on our bodies. The girls were on their backs so I could see their tits above the water line, Slipper had larger nipples, about the size of a small stone while Honey had smaller nickel sized nips. Their pussies were covered in hair, Slipper’s was a dirty blonde and was probably trimmed at before the trip. Honeys was black and thick; I would love to get lost in those woods for a day.

Looking at their sexy nude bodies gave me a bit of a standing mast on my floating ship. I am a pretty good size down there, about 8-inches, and fairly girthy. I actually had one girlfriend in the past who couldn’t take all of me. That was a confidence booster, I’ll tell you.

“Look at the size of that thing!” I heard coming from behind me. It was Slipper.

“I knew it was big, but not that big,” exclaimed Honey.

“I think we need to give him his reward for helping us, don’t you Honey?”

“Oh yes, I think he’s ready Slipper.”

I felt a hand gently grab me by the penis and lead me to the shore. When we were in ankle deep water, I felt a second set of hands reach around me from behind, breasts pushed up against my back.

“This is for rescuing us, twice.” Said Honey, getting on her knees in front of me. She took my cock and kissed the tip before sliding it into her mouth. Slipper moved to my side, leaning over, she kissed me on the lips.

“We told you we’d make it up to you.” She said, before joining her friend on the ground. Honey released my penis from her mouth and passed it to her friend who resumed the oral activities. They passed my dick back and forth, when I would look down, they would both lock their eyes on mine. It was the most erotic thing I’d experienced in my life.

At one point they both took my dick out of their mouths and slid their lips along the shaft of my cock. One on each side, the feeling was unreal. I almost came right there but the girls slowed down. They resumed passing me back and forth until I said I was close to cumming.

“Where to you want to put it?” Slipper asked, as Honey was on dick duty. “In our mouths or on our faces?”

“On your faces, I don’t want one of you to feel left out.”

“Sounds good to us,” Slipper said before taking over from Honey. She picked up the pace and flicked her tongue over the head of my penis. That brought me to the edge.

“I’m going to cum!” I shouted, my cock left Slipper’s mouth and both girls put their heads together, mouths open, a hand stroking me off. The first blast hit Slipper right in the eye, the second covered Honey’s nose and mouth, the next ones got each of them around their mouths until there was none left.

“That was amazing. Thank you.”

The girls looked at each other covered in cum and started licking it off each other and kissing. I don’t think this was their first-time doing things together, but it was so hot to watch. When all my cum was cleaned off, we went back into the water to rinse off.

It was pretty late now, got out of the water and dried off. We went back to camp naked and hung up our clothes for the night. We stayed up talking for a little while. I had to ask about why they chose to ‘reward me’ with that tag-team blowjob. They said they talked about it the night before, just as a fun thing to do for me, but after today they made it happen. I was curious if they had done anything like that together before. The answer was not with a guy, they have come back drunk from a party and messed around before, a few times actually. It wasn’t a regular thing, but it was always fun when they did. The Sun had fully set when we decided to call it for the night. Each girl gave me a kiss before entering their tent, Honey saying my trail beard was a little scratchy. I gave her a swat on the butt and said goodnight.

The next morning was hot. Looking at the day’s weather report calling for over 100 degrees and no cloud cover. We had a group discussion and decided to call a zero for the day (Zero meaning a day with 0 miles hiked). We were within 2 days hike to Chester at the pace we were going previously so one day off wouldn’t be a problem. We’d still make it by the time their water filter would arrive. Besides, there are few nicer places to stop then a private lake in the forest. The girls were pretty excited about a day off the trail. They seemed a little sore and I think the thought of doing another 20 miles in the Sun and heat was not what the doctor ordered today.

Although we were several miles off trail, I thought it might be a good idea to wear clothes around camp, in case someone else came strolling up. The girls agreed with the caveat that they could suntan and swim naked in the lake, I didn’t object at all. Life thru-hiking makes you forget about social decency. When you start, you make sure to go well off trail to do your business. Then as the weeks and miles roll by, you care less and less and just go behind a tree right off the trail.

Since I had the time today, I decided to shave my trail beard. I hadn’t shaved since I hit the trailhead in Campo, it was cooler back then in April but here in the heat of June and July approaching, it figured it should go. I grabbed by flat razer, scissors, and some soap and got to work. It took a little while but soon my face was as smooth as silk. When the girls saw me, they almost didn’t recognize me.

I was told I looked ‘young’ and ‘sexy’, which I guess hearing from two beautiful college students is a pretty good thing. That also motivated them to do a little shaving session of their own. Soon, they were lathered up and shaving their armpit and legs. Slipper shaped her pubic hair into a landing strip while Honey simply cleaned up some spots that would be along her bikini line. Seeing them spreading and moving about got me hard. I wasn’t sure if it was rude to just start jerking off in front of them or not. Some civility should be maintained after all. Slipper noticed my erection and winked. She spread herself wide open, making it look like she was looking for an errant hair. Her pink interior drove me crazy, I wanted to take her right there on the beach but decided to cool off in the water.

Slipper finished up what she was doing and joined me in the water. Honey finished up her grooming and went back towards camp. Slipper approached with a grin on her face, I knew I was in trouble.

“Like what you saw, J, you dirty man?” she teased.

“Well, I have been out here for months alone and now I’ve got two pretty girls naked around me. What do you think?”

“I know, and that’s why I want to give you a personal thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”

“I think you did that last night.”

“This one is from me to you.” As she finished, I felt her hand grab my shaft again. This time she led me to a section of the shore away from camp. When we arrived at the shore, we found some flat grass in the shade, and she kissed me. I took the hint, and we made out, her hand rubbing up and down my penis.

“You can touch me too, anywhere you want.” She moaned, I didn’t pass this up and ran my hands over her large breasts. They were soft and paler than the rest of her skin. They were topped with silver dollar sized nipples which I decided to suck on. She laid down on her back and I brought my other hand down and slipped it into her vagina. It was hot and really wet.

I separated from her nipples and traced my way down her landing strip to her pussy. She spread wide and I buried my face in her snatch. She tasted pretty good considering the conditions out here. She held my head in place while I tongued her clit and pussy hole, my fingers spreading her open as wide as possible. She groaned and thrashed about, I’m glad we were in the middle of nowhere, until she came on my tongue, juices all over my face. She pulled me up and kissed me again, tasting herself.

“I was supposed to be thanking you, remember?” she said, before wrapping her legs around me. “Now I need that thing inside me! Just don’t cum in me, ok?”

I nodded ok and positioned my cock at her glistening entrance. I slowly pushed in; she was tighter than I thought she’d be. I had to pull partly out and push back in several times until I was all the way inside her. It was felt amazing inside this nubile girl. Slipper lived up to her name with how wet she got. I pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back hard into her, repeatedly. She was moaning and groaning loudly in my ears.

“You’re so deep in me!” “I feel like I’m being split in half!” Fuck me hard!” were the types of profanities this girl shouted. I decided to switch things up and rolled over, so she was on top. I would thrust up into her and she would slam down onto me. I used my free hands to rub her amazing breasts that bounced in my face. I even slapped her ass a few times, making a loud smacking sound.