AngelEyes1994
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"Love, Lust, And Downright Hatred"
Six days...
Six fucking days...
And when I use the word fucking to describe these six fucking days ... I use the word quite literally.
One month each summer for the past five years, my sister and I had hiked a section of the Desert Trail Thru-Hike, beginning at the Mexico border and heading northward toward Canada. Despite a later than normal start this year and fifty percent more total distance to cover than any summer before, this was to be our last section. It had to be: Lola graduated from university this upcoming school year and already had a Peace Corps slot waiting for her in South America. I wouldn't see her again for two, maybe three years, if she decided to come home at all.
We had always started and ended the hike alone, but sometimes one or the other of us got lucky with a male hiker along the way. (To be honest, one night last summer I got lucky with a female hiker, though I certainly didn't let Lola know that.) Lucky or not, sex had always been a one night thing, simply for the purpose of getting a little more nature out of our nature hike.
But this year ... fu-u-u-u-u-u-ck...
We were just ten days into our hike when Lola met a guy and screwed him over the top of a giant Douglas fir stump. I had to listen to her crying out and him grunting for almost an hour. Do you know how loud the sound of sex can be out in the open wilderness ... at night ... with no other sounds to mask it? And it doesn't matter how far down the trail you hike to get away from it. You still hear it.
I could have dealt with it just fine ... if it had been just that one night. But it hadn't been. Six fucking days! And by days I mean they'd been doing during the day as well as each night. I typically led my sister, simply because she knew I managed a better pace. And sometimes, I'd turn to find the wilderness behind me devoid of any other human life. If I listened long enough ... yep ... that's them. Fuck...
It was our 17th day on the trail when we arrived at a Way Station. Once upon a time there had been a small town here, surrounded by cattle ranches. Drought, depression, and Federal Government buyouts had returned the land to Mother Nature, and the remaining buildings were now maintained by the Parks Service as part of the Thru-Hike.
There wasn't much here anymore, just three decrepit buildings with solar panels on the roof of the largest one. They provided electricity to outlets for recharging cell and satellite phones and such. But the feature using electricity that caught my eye was the hot water heater ... a feet yards from a bathtub. I hadn't had a bath in over two weeks, and while Lola and I would normally have done our cleaning in the cold waters of a creek or lake, I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.
"Why don't you two go find a place to fuck out of my hearing range," I said with obvious and building resentment, heading for the old, decrepit building, "so I can enjoy a soak in peace."
The tub was a free standing, claw foot type sitting almost in the middle of the room. It had no water supply plumbing to it, and it drained quite literally into a hole in the floor that, presumably, dumped under the building somewhere. I began to panic, thinking my bath had been a mirage ... until I found -- located behind the hot water heater -- a length of rubber hose that was long enough and obviously placed to fill the tub manually.
As I watched the water flow, I smiled with a sudden realization. I went to my pack and found the small bottle of hand soap. I dumped enough in to create some bubbles, then thought What the hell! I squirted the entire contents into the tub, and soon enough several inches of wonderful bubbles were piling up atop the water.
I checked the door to ensure that the lust birds had gone off to have their fun, then stripped and lowered myself into the suds. It wasn't nearly as warm as I would have preferred, but ... I was taking a bath in the wilds of the Central Idahoan high plateau, so what could I expect, right?
I closed my eyes and just ... soaked ... for the longest time. It was magical. I'd never even contemplated a warm bath while on the Thru-Hike, so getting to enjoy one after six agonizing days with...
Fuck...
I was trying not to think of Lola and her companion...
It was disturbing my bath...
It was disturbing my alone time...
My alone time ... naked ... in a tub of hot water...
And, of course ... my hands wandered southward. I hadn't contemplated masturbating here and now -- I'd only wanted to relax and forget them! -- but I couldn't get them out of my mind and, before I knew it, the fingers of one hand were parting the lips of my long-ignored pussy while the fingers of the other were gently massaging my swollen clit.
As my chest began to rise and fall with the building excitement, I moved one arm behind my back to support my weight and slid down further into the tub. I lifted my feet from the bubbly water and put them over the edge and seriously began massaging myself, desperate for a release from the tension that had been building since the traveling cock joined us.
I was beginning to cry softly, knowing that orgasm was more likely than not, when I looked up to find I was not alone...
I stared in anger, gritting my teeth at the interruption...
Then...
I continued...
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