Hot and sweaty

Jamie woke up at the crack of dawn, and proceeded to wake everyone up. She tapped me on the chest until I sat up. She handed me a cup of coffee and said, “Good morning.” Then she looked down and noticed my morning wood. She looked away embarrassed, and skittered away. It wasn’t a bad sight, seeing her ass and legs in those little shorts.

We packed up and drove up to the trailhead. Monica fell asleep in the backseat. Jamie was extremely talkative. She had wanted to visit Colorado for a while. She had mapped out where we would hike, and where we could set up camp. From her description it seems like quite the trek. I was worried about Monica. She wasn’t in the best hiking shape.

I tried to take Jamie’s huge pack, but she insisted that she could handle it. She put it on the ground, then squatted down. She shouldered it, and then groaned standing up. Her quads flexed, and her fist tensed until she was standing up straight. She winked at me, “See! Easy.”

I put on my own hiking bag, which was mostly filled with water and food (and condoms). I helped Monica who was still half asleep put on her bag. Then we started on the hike.

The long fucking hike.

It started out cool, but then the sun came up and it got hot. We started peeling layers as we hiked. Jamie had the lead, and set a fast pace. I had to ask her to stop so Monica could catch up.

Monica looked miserable. She was dripping sweat. Her top clung to her body. She was not having fun. She asked, “How much longer until the campsite?”

Jamie glanced back over her shoulder and finally noticed how much Monica was struggling. She said, “We still have a while but we can rest and catch our breath.”

She dropped her pack down. I noticed how the sweat plastered her shirt to her body. I also notice the dark discoloration on her leggings. I couldn’t judge because I was sweating my ass off too.

We all sat on the ground and had a drink to try to cool off. It was impossible not to look at Jamie’s massive cleavage in her sports bra. The sweat droplets glittered on her soft tits. It must have been obvious I was staring because Jamie pulled up her wet white shirt to try and cover them.

Maybe she was a shy virgin.

I recommended to Monica, “Give me some of the stuff from your pack so you’ll have a lighter load. You’re doing great. We’re not in a hurry to get there.”

Monica appreciated that. Jamie kept her mouth closed, even though I knew she thought it was a race. She wanted to hurry up and get there. While we were getting ready to start again, I went over to Jamie.

I said, “Thanks for understanding. Monica hasn’t been training like you. You’re a beast. I can barely keep up with you.”

Jamie said, “It’s okay. You’re right. We’re not in a hurry. I should just enjoy the moment and the views. Why rush this?”

I said, “That’s the mindset,” and I put my hand on her shoulder. She flinched away.

Fuck.

This threesome might not happen.

I said, “Sorry. I won’t touch you again.”

She looked appalled, “No. No. No. No. It’s okay. I don’t know why I acted like that! Maybe it’s because I’m so sweaty and disgusting. Nobody should want to touch me.”

Monica hiked by and said, “Chandler doesn’t care. I bet you 50 bucks he eats me out tonight.”

Jamie laughed briefly, “Wait, are you serious?”

“Take the bet and find out,” Monica yelled over her shoulder.

Jamie’s cheeks blushed as she looked at me, then she spun around and ran up to Monica. I wondered if she was taking the bet, or was curious if I was really that dirty.

The two chatting really slowed down the pace, which was a good thing. I finally had the opportunity to check out their legs and asses. Monica had thick pale thighs and a full jiggly ass. I watched as Jamie’s powerful legs flex and her ass harden with each step.

Then I tripped on a root, and barely caught myself before I fell over.

Monica looked back and laughed, “Chandler is so clumsy. Keep your eyes on the trail!”

I had to stop daydreaming about fucking these two women, before I accidentally fell off the mountain. I focused on the trail and thought about each next step. After a long time, I bumped into the two women, who had stopped.

I looked up and we were at the campsite. It was deserted. There were signs posted declaring no open flames. It had been a dry summer and they wanted to avoid wild fires.

Monica said, “Shit. No roasting marshmallows on the campfire. I guess we’ll have to find another way to pass the time tonight.”

Jamie giggled then glance back at me. Our eyes met briefly before her darted away.