Too bad Vicky isn't!!

Hiking, Friday Morning

Patrick’s face is between your legs. You moan in pleasure as his tongue massages your clit and slips deep into the folds of your pussy. You move your hips forward, pressing yourself firmly against his face, and you writhe in ecstasy as Patrick laps up your flowing juices. You grab his dark brown hair and push him hard against your pussy as you feel the climax growing.

“Hey, Vicky, time to get up,” he says. You open your eyes suddenly, realizing with a start that you had only been dreaming. Your hips are bucked forward, and your own fingers are deep within your dripping wet pussy. Mortified at being caught like this, a wave of relief washes over you as you realize that you’re still covered by Patrick’s fleece blanket. I’m sure he didn’t notice, you tell yourself as you sit up straight in the seat.

“Good morning,” you smile, surreptitiously wiping your fingers on the inside of your dress. “There already?”

“Yep!” he chirps. “Time to get a move-on!”

“Let me just finish waking up,” you tell him, not confident you can disentangle yourself modestly from the blanket. “I’ll be right there.”

“Okay, sleepyhead,” he teases. “Don’t be too long.”

Patrick exits the bus, and you realize you’re the only person on it. You pull the blanket off and are grateful that you shooed Patrick away. Your dress is all in disarray, with considerable cleavage on display. You stand up, adjusting your clothes to make yourself presentable, and you fold Patrick’s blanket, careful to keep the wet spot you created toward the center of the bundle.

You carry the blanket off the bus and see nine men chatting and laughing, each wearing their hiking backpacks and ready for a weekend of fun. You approach Patrick with the blanket. “Thanks for this,” you say, handing it to him.

“No problem,” he says, placing the folded blanket inside his large camping pack. “Sleep well?”

“Mhmm,” you purr. “Like a rock.”

“Good,” he says with a grin. “You’ll need your strength today!” You smile back at him and then take in the landscape. You’re in a parking lot partway up a mountain, overlooking breathtaking forests below. A trail is visible just off the lot, and your excitement rises as you look forward to the exercise, community, and relaxation the weekend promises.

As you survey the view, you hear Patrick bid farewell to the driver and the bus pulls away. “Okay, everybody,” Patrick calls. “Packs on! We’re going to get moving a bit before breakfast.” The eight young men shoulder their hiking packs, and you look for your own.

You don’t see it.

It’s not on the ground where the bus was. It’s not on the sidewalk on the edge of the parking lot. It’s nowhere to be found. Running up to Patrick, you call, “Hey, have you seen my bag?”

“Your bag?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You think back to when you last saw it. “You took it out of my car when I got to school.”

“I did?” he says, thinking. Then, his eyes light up, “Right! Oh, shit!” he calls. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Vicky. I put it by the school entrance and was going to grab it on my way to the bus, but I just forgot.” Your heart sinks. How can you do this without your things? You were smart enough to wear your hiking boots this morning, but you don’t have a sleeping bag, a toothbrush, a change of clothes…

“What am I going to do?” you ask helplessly.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll give you everything you need,” Patrick says confidently. “And I’m really sorry.” He notices two of the boys roughhousing near a ledge by the parking lot and scurries over to calm them down.

You’ll be okay, you tell yourself. You’re just gonna have to rough it. It is camping, after all. You reach for your purse — and realize you don’t have that either. Fuck, are you kidding me? you scold yourself. You were so intent on hiding your wetness on Patrick’s blanket that you forgot to grab your purse before exiting the bus. You don’t want to make a scene about it now. The only thing you’d want in there is your phone, and really: Are you going to need to call anyone this weekend? You know it’ll be on the bus waiting for you when you get back.

You take a deep breath. Okay, well, here we go. Into the wild!