Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 02

CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. Enjoy the story only if you’re allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC.

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I realized that I would probably be a bit too obvious if I tilted the rear-view mirror such that I could stare directly at Karin, or rather at Karin’s lap, so I resisted. I also resisted turning around every ten seconds to look directly at Karin in the back seat. The fact that she was without underwear, sitting with her bare ass on the back seat of my car kept me perpetually aroused. Luckily I was sitting such that my shirt covered the obvious bulge in my pants.

Sarah sat beside me, and was leaning against the window, her head nestled between the window and the head rest of her seat, facing inward. Her sunglasses prevented me from knowing if she was asleep, but I thought she was.

Karin and Ondrea were relaxed in the back seat, and I could hear them shuffling around and the odd whisper over the music. I’d glance back and smile every once and a while, but tried to be too obvious in that I was hoping for another glimpse of naked flesh. I was sure I was hearing a giggle now and again as I turned back toward the road and kept on driving.

I finally had to shift my swollen member, and tried to do it subtly with my left hand so that nobody would notice. I finally managed to place my cock in a comfortable position within my shorts, and went back to driving. I swore though that “sleeping” Sarah’s expression changed quickly as I finished and I saw a little pink tongue moving back into her mouth.

***

The remainder of the drive to Mt. Washington was rather uneventful. That is to say, I concentrated on the road as much as possible, and the previously described patterns continued. I was thinking about what had passed so far, and remained hard, with my balls aching. I was excited about the flesh I had so far seen today, and the prospects of seeing more; I was also thinking hard (no pun intended) about the idedas of being seen by others. Sarah’s seeing me shifting my cock in my pants compounded with my overhearing Karin’s conversation with Ondrea about how she got turned onto exhibitionism really had me worked up.

My mind was beginning to fill with scenarios that involved my seeing the women exposed in various states of undress and also scenarios that might involve me being seen by them. I was stolen away from my arousing dreams by our arrival at Sarah’s Cabin.

Sarah’s cabin was not right on the main part of the Mountain, but rather set in a more private area on its own. We were able to pull up right in front of it, and I backed in so that the car could easily be unloaded. I put my hand on Sarah’s knee and after she failed to respond, I gently massaged it. She let out a soft growl, and reached up lazily to pull her sunglasses forward. Looking over her glasses she told me, “If you don’t stop, you might end up doing that all weekend.”

I smiled and drew my hand away, tracing my fingers along her leg. As the connection was broken, I winked, and opened the door. As I stood up, my previously comfortable hard cock was forced in a direction it shouldn’t go and I quickly doubled over using the blazingly fast reaction times all men are able to call forth to protect their twig and berries.

Idquickly shifted my unit as I stood back up so that it was lying more comfortably, and hoped that my shirt covered it. I looked toward the car, and the girls who were climbing out. Well, Karin was climbing out as was Sarah, but Ondrea was looking straight out the window at my crotch, seeing I was standing right there. I froze for a second, and decided to not say anything. I moved to the back of the car to start unloading as Sarah went to unlock the cabin.

Karin waved her arms above her head to get my attention, which it did as her skirt was raised precariously high, and I was again able to see her silhouette and the shadows of her nipples through her translucent shirt.

“Dave, don’t you lift a finger. You drove us all the way here and I think it’s only fair that we do all the unloading. You go sit there on the stairs and we’ll do everything while you supervise.”

I was only too happy to accept the offer.

***

I sat down on the lowest step and leaned back, my arms on the step above. I stretched my legs out, and basked in the sun. Don’t think I took my eyes of these girls for even a second though – I recognized a good opportunity to take in a beautiful view.

Ondrea was leaning into the trunk pulling out our stuff. Her tight blue bikini shorts must have ridden up while we were driving. Even more of the moons of her ass cheeks were peeking out – amazingly smooth, and begging to be caressed. Even more eye-drawing to me, though, was the dark patch between her legs – was she aroused thinking about her bet with Karin – which was enhanced the way the fabric was pulled up between her lips. It was, indeed, the perfect cameltoe.

Karin, to my disappointment wasn’t doing the same stretch with her ass pointed out toward me. This disappointment didn’t last long, though, as she was taking the luggage that Ondrea unpacked, and taking them up the stairs into the cabin. My eyes drew toward her as she neared, her skirt swaying, her hips moving seductively. As she walked up the steps near me she began speaking, “This should take a minute, just sit and relax – in fact, Sarah will bring you a drink.”

This gave me an excuse to keep looking at her as she stepped beside me and then started to move above me, “Thanks, that’s um…great.” I was briefly flummoxed as she stepped up and past me, as I was treated to an amazingly enticing view of her light brown triangle of pubic hair. She wasn’t a hairy person, in fact, it was more a slight covering that started above her lips and covered only a small triangle. Her lips were glistening as she walked past, and – I swear – slightly parted and flushed with arousal.

As I leaned back looking up her skirt and my view of her pussy changed to one of her rounded ass, I saw Sarah coming out of the cabin shaking her head at me…she knew what I’d done. I momentarily panicked that she’d call me on it and embarrass me, but relaxed as she handed me a Smirnoff Ice, “Here you go, time for you to cool off.” As she said this, she pulled a clear jug of water and ice from behind her back and poured it on my head and body, and, again, I’m sure, dumping most of it on my crotch.

My nipples became instantly hard, so that my cock wasn’t feeling alone anymore and I jumped up to give chase. I ran past Ondrea who was just depositing the last of the luggage on the living room floor and I caught Sarah a few seconds later in a gentle bear hug. I didn’t give thought to the fact that she could feel my hard aching cock pressing into her butt, as I was too caught up in the chill I felt from the cold water. She squirmed in good fun as I pulled her over to the couch and pushed her down on back. I straddled her legs just below her hips and held her wrists tight.

She and I were both laughing as I asked her how she liked the feel of something so cold. I held the sweatingly chilled bottle of Smirnoff Ice over her right arm, which, along with her left, I held above her head with my free arm. I lowered it slowly as she shrieked, and then touched the side against the inside of her upper arm. She screamed as it touched and squirmed all the more, “I’m sorry…..hmmhahaha…stop….”

Karin and Ondrea had since followed us in to watch, and were pointing and laughing at Sarah’s well deserved comeuppance. I did a double take as I realized that Ondrea was absentmindedly stroking her left breast with her hand, and recognized that something about this was turning her on.

I turned back toward Sarah who was squirming a bit more and told her she’d suffer the way I’d suffered as I held the bottle to the side of her beautiful neck. The cold perspiration of the bottle had it’s desired effect. I then moved it down her neck to her bared left shoulder, dragging it slowly, leaving a glistening trail of cold water. Sarah was still squirming, but it was more from her hips than her whole body now, and as I leaned over her, I could feel her body moving against my cock; it didn’t matter to me whether I was imagining it or not – it felt amazing.

I laughed aloud and checking that Karin and still-touching-her-self-and-now-flushed Ondrea were watching and approving with their laughter. I lifted the bottle up and lowered it slowly as Sarah looked quivering in, well, something, “Sarah – you got my head and neck wet…my shoulders wet, and you made my nipples hard enough to cut glass.” With that I lowered it onto her right nipple, which was already hard, and held her shirt tight for a moment.

I repeated the same with the right as she cried out, “Enough! Stop! Please!”

As I drew back laughing, and pulled myself free from Sarah, I was drawn to the dampened rings on her whit shirt, her nipples plainly visible in their brown beauty. They were now hard as diamonds, and Karin wasted no time in pointing this out as Sarah started laughing again and told me, “Ok… you got me fair and square…but watch out, this means war.”

Sarah quickly covered up as we all started laughing – Ondrea had stopped caressing her breast at some point – and Sarah turned to me and said, “You shouldn’t laugh, you’ve got something hard going on too.” The three girls were now staring at me, well, not me so much as my bulging cock. The shorts were soaking wet and clearly outlined my truly aching penis. I just shook my head and said, “Um…sorry, I guess with the heat and um…”

“Don’t worry about it Dave, its ok. Everyone gets them now and then.”

This was from Ondrea, the shy one, and we all turned to look at her in shock that she’d say anything about something sexual in front of me at all.

She was still looking right at my wet-cloth-covered-cock, which didn’t help matters for me, when she realized we were all staring at her in amazement. “Well its true isn’t it?”

I shook my head grinning with excitement and embarrassment and stood there during a very long moment of silence. I don’t think any of us knew what to say, but finally Karin broke the silence as she picked up my bag from the ground and threw it at my chest, “Go cool off in the shower big boy.” And with that comment, we all broke into laughter as I turned and went toward the bathroom.

***

I closed the bathroom door behind me and leaned up against it, my bag in my arms. I was flush and breathing quickly. Hmm….breathing fast – air; flushed – fire; I was soaking wet – water; and I was rock hard – earth; all the elements at once. OK that wasn’t actually going through my mind then…but thinking back now...

I stood there for a second with my heart beating in my ears. I finally stood up straight, dropped my bag and started pulling off my clothes. I hung my shirt over the bar on the back of the door and my pants hung from the doorknob. My underwear, I lay across the sink by the door. I reached into the tub and turned on the faucets, mingling the hot and cold water to a tepid temperature.

I stepped into the tub and slid the glass shower door shut. The water cascaded over my body and I just closed my eyes, and leaned my head back under the spray. The water felt amazing, cooling my body down without causing me to go into shock. I stretched my muscles and worked out some of the kinks gathered from the long drive up.

I grabbed the shampoo that was there, some fruity scented stuff, and lathered up my hair. I felt so amazingly relaxed under the water, and just stood there, enjoying the feeling. I started thinking back over the day so far. Stolen peeks at Sarah’s flesh at her house; the discussion of Ondrea and Karin in the book store; Karin’s exposure; my secret videoing in the car; seeing Sarah’s nipples through her shirt; feeling her body against mine; the girls all seeing my hard erection through my wet shorts. All these memories combined to make my still hard cock even harder, and my hand slowly reached down.

I started stroking slowly, the tension building fast. I was broken from my reverie by some noise and the girls laughing through the door. I realized where I was and turned to rinse the shampoo out of my hair and off my face. As I did this I reached down and turned the hot water down. I did so at a slow enough rate that I wasn’t shocked by the cold, but I did feel it. And it had the desired effect of reducing my erection. But God, my balls were swollen.

After a few minutes of my frigid relaxant, I stepped from the shower, tension in my neck and shoulders (from driving released), tension in my genitals somewhat held in check. I reached for the pile of towels I’d spied on the shelf by the sink only to find it empty. My shirt, my shorts, and my underwear – even my bag – were gone. Now I knew what the burst of laughter I’d heard was all about. At that point it didn’t cross my mind that someone had to have come into the bathroom while I was showering, behind clear glass doors, and taken all the clothes.

I paused for a sec laughing at my predicament. Then I paused again realizing I was naked, in the bathroom, with nothing to cover myself up with. And three absolutely gorgeous women were outside the room, fully aware of my situation. I stood, dripping on the floor – the bathmat was even gone – and realized I’d stood there, eyes shut, savoring the wonderful water on my body totally ignorant of the mission they’d undertook successfully against me. It didn’t escape me that this was, in fact, a fantasy of mine, and that I loved the idea of being caught naked like this, and being “forced” to expose myself.
Now that it was here, I didn’t know what to do.

***

Thinking about my dilemma and the humiliation of walking out there was getting to me – and I mean in a good way. My recently subdued cock was starting to rear it’s purple head.

I decided to open the door a crack and see if they were all standing there waiting for me. I slowly turned the handle, and pulled the door inward just opening it a crack. I put my eye to the crack and looked out into the hallway – totally bare. They’d even removed the carpet. I could see the open door to what was usually my bedroom halfway down the hall and considered making a break for it.

I considered that if I was careful, I could make the room without them knowing I had opened the door…I just had to be quiet.

Well, I’m sure you can guess what happened, but you’d be wrong. I made it down the hall to the door and peeked around the corner into the room. It seemed empty and I started to reach toward the handle of the door to push it open all the way and enter.

“Say Cheese!”

A flash at the end of the hall went off as one of Sarah took a photo of me standing there naked, penis at full mast. I reached for the door again just as it slammed shut and I saw a string tied to the knob leading down the hallway. I didn’t know what to do as the flash went again. I was like an aroused deer in the headlights. I flattened myself against the wall, pressing my cock against my belly. And the flash went again. Just then Sarah ran past me to the bathroom, her body brushing my ass as she ran. The three of them were laughing as Sarah blocked the door.

It was only then that I noticed that Ondrea was at the end of the hall with my Video Camera, filming the whole embarrassingly erotic experience.

“Come on you guys, a joke’s a joke, and you got me good, but where are my clothes?”

The three of them all started laughing, and I couldn’t help but notice Ondrea massaging her breast again with her free hand.

“Out in the living room Dave, which is where you’ll be sleeping this weekend. Each of us each gets our own private room this trip,” spoke Sarah, a glint in her eye.

I made a break for it then, covering as much of my groin with my hands as possible, running toward and then past Karin and Ondrea, the flash going again and again on Karin’s camera. I saw my bag with my clothes on top sitting in the middle of the room, and I quickly grabbed my shorts, forgoing my underwear, and pulled them on.
They were actually warm to the touch, and I realized that the girls must have put them in the dryer while I was finishing my shower and getting up the nerve to escape the bathroom.

I turned to find the women clapping as Ondrea handed me my video camera. “Nice job there Dave, you really can run quick when you need to,” Ondrea said.

“Sorry, we had to get you back for what you did to Sarah,” came from Karin.

“And I wanted to see something of yours since you showed everyone something of mine!” laughed Sarah.

“Ha Ha…ok, now you’ve all done it, don’t think I won’t get even….somehow,” was all I could come up with, standing there in my tented shorts, quivering in embarrassed excitement.

***

They started laughing.

“Sure you will.”

“Not with the three of us working together.”

“Mmmmmm”

We all did a double take at that as we turned to Ondrea who was still, absentmindedly massaging her breast. She stopped suddenly realizing we were all looking at her, and all of us burst into laughter together.

“The least you three can do is to cook me dinner now.”

“Fair enough,” said Sarah, as she walked up and pushed me over the arm of the couch, “Something nice and tender, coming your way, and here’s your drink to help keep you cool.” She handed me my Smirnoff Ice, that I’d left untouched, and I found it was still cold – the must have put it back into the fridge. I grabbed my shirt, lay back on the couch, my legs over the arm, and closed my eyes.

To them I was just resting, but I was really reliving the last 10 minutes and the emotions and feelings that were still coursing through my body.

The three of them went about organizing the place. The supplies were unpacked, the bags distributed to their respective bedrooms. Aside from the one bedroom off the hall, there was one large and another small one off the living room. I would peek out from under my eyelids as I heard them move about. At one point I looked over toward the kitchen to see Karin bending over at the waist, her edible ass pointed toward me, as she emptied a case of beer into the fridge. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see most of her ass, and, more enticing, her lovely, still engorged lips aiming back at me. I didn’t move, and I don’t think I took a breath in those 20 seconds, but then I heard Sarah whisper sharply, “Hey, what happened to your underwear girl?”

Karin stood upright at that and smoother her skirt down over her cheeks. “Sorry, I forgot, um….sorry.” She cast her eyes down, hidden slightly behind her hair, and I swore she looked out of the sides of her eyes to see if I had seen.

Sarah’s return whisper, which was still loud enough for me to hear, was cut off as Ondrea turned on the stereo and Abba started pumping out. Sarah and Karin got close together and spent a song or two talking. Sarah’s eyes got big once or twice and she looked in my direction now and then. I still feigned my restful eyes-closed state, just moving my right foot in time to the music, my drink coming to my lips every minute or two.

I couldn’t see her, but Ondrea was dancing around behind me, I think, as I could her bumps on the floor, more in sync with the music than my own foot-jiving was. I have to admit, I have no sense of rhythm at all. My friends laugh as I can only clap by visually watching other people clapping, not by actually finding the beat in the music itself.