It was a long and grueling spring semester. The weather in New York was cold and dreary. It rained every weekend in April and just made the time seem to drag on even longer.
My intention was to attend classes through the summer to accelerate my graduation date. My Aunt Darlene talked me out of it, and I am so glad she did. She asked me a single question: What is my rush? I had no answer for that. Then she followed up with words of wisdom. She said I have the rest of my life to work and earn money. She suggested that I take the time now and enjoy my summer. Next year, when I graduate, I’ll start a career, and before I know it, I’ll look back and wonder why I didn’t take more time for myself.
I confessed that I wanted to travel, and a dream of mine was to hitchhike with a backpack across the country. She just gave me a look that could melt ice and told me that was a hard no. She thought travel was great, just not that way. Instead, she gave me her credit card and told me to book a trip. This was incredibly kind, and I took her up on her offer. She already pays my tuition and gives me a small allowance. I told her that someday I would pay her back. She just laughed. That conversation took place in March.
My junior year concluded with the last final exam on May 13th. I booked a one-way flight departing on the 15th to San Francisco. I made no other plans and decided that I would spend my vacation traveling spur of the moment and go in whatever direction I was in the mood on any given day. I told my aunt of the plan, and she was skeptical and made me promise that I would keep in touch and let her know what I was doing. That seemed fair and a safe thing to do.
California is massive and quite diverse. My first two days were in San Francisco. I did all the touristy things: Fisherman’s Wharf, Alcatraz, walking across the Golden Gate Bridge, and hanging out in Haight-Ashbury. By day three, it started to become boring. I live in a city, and this was just another city. I was going to head south to Los Angeles and Hollywood. I thought, ‘But why, to see another city?’ I already live city life, so I wanted to try something completely different. I went to the concierge (yes, I am a spoiled brat, I admit it) at the hotel I was staying at, and he suggested a rail pass and a trip to Yosemite National Park. That sounded perfect, just what I was looking for.
I found a large sporting goods store called REI. A knowledgeable clerk helped me pick out some lightweight gear, a bedroll, dehydrated food, a canteen, and what he said was everything necessary to try backwoods camping under the stars. Then, I purchased an Amtrak California Rail Pass online. Now, all I had to do was find the train station. The next step was a challenge since the city has no Amtrak station. I had to take the subway; they call it BART, to Emeryville across San Francisco Bay.
A trip to Yosemite National Park was an eight-hour excursion by train and bus, arriving mid-afternoon. Growing up in New York City, I am an avid user of public transportation, but this was my first time traveling on Amtrak. Not a bad way to travel; the seats recline and are comfortable, there's plenty of legroom, and there's a lounge car that serves food and beverages and has Wi-Fi.
It was an uneventful, five-plus-hour train ride, then a bus ride into the park. We drove east, the bus climbing from the flat farmlands of the San Joaquin Valley into the mountains. This was a three-hour trip on what seemed like death-defying, winding, narrow roads to the Welcome Center at Yosemite Valley. When I stepped off the bus, the fresh air was like nothing I had ever experienced. It had a sweetness to it, and right then, I knew I had made the right decision to leave the city.
The Welcome Center had displays and exhibits about the wildlife and information about hiking trails and camping. I found a very informative park ranger named Jake who provided me with a map and showed me where to go. I explained that I wanted to get away from the crowds and experience the beauty of nature in some of the more rural areas. He laughed and asked what my experience level for hiking and rural camping was. When I confessed that I had none, he suggested that I wait until morning and he would try to hook me up with a group of experienced hikers that I could tag along with. Then he asked where I was staying. The blank stare on my face must have said it all. He didn’t wait for an answer; he knew I didn’t have reservations for lodging. He took pity on me and found a bed for me in a place called Lost Arrow. This is a dormitory for employees.
I had no idea how crowded the park was. Yosemite Valley was overrun with people. I was very fortunate that I came across this kind ranger. The room was basic, and the bed was comfortable. I was exhausted and was asleep before the sun had fully set. The next morning, I was up at the crack of dawn and back at the welcome center. I found Jake, and as promised, within the hour, I was introduced to a small group, four men and two women, that were going to take a daylong hike into the Yosemite Wilderness. Compared to this group, I must have looked like I was from a page out of an L.L. Bean catalog. Their backpacks were well worn, and I could tell that they’ve spent a lot of time hiking. They were gracious and more than happy to have me tag along.
We obtained the required wilderness permit and boarded a bus to the Happy Isles Trailhead. Our hike began in the woods on the Mist Trail along the Merced River. At first, the trail was level and easy to traverse. As we walked deeper into the woods, the trail was nothing more than a small clearing with some crude markers. I realized why Ranger Jake had concerns about me being alone on this trail. I was thrilled he introduced me to this group.
They were a mix of hippies like the people I met in Haight-Ashbury, and then there was me, a young, privileged city girl with zero experience in the outdoors. I wasn’t sure how I would fit in with these people. They were warm and welcoming and were all in agreement, happy that it started to warm up. Just days before, the daytime temperature was in the forties. This day, with the sun beating down on us, it was eighty degrees.
We walked the trail for several hours, covering about four miles. The only signs of life I saw were deer and chipmunks. The tall pine trees made it seem darker than it really was. The leader, Jeff, a man of about thirty-five, knew of a clearing; he announced it would be a perfect place to stop and eat. When we came out of the shade of the trees, the clearing was a large granite plateau at the edge of a lake. It looked like a scene from a travel brochure, simply breathtaking.
Our lunch was carrot sticks, celery, and apple slices that my new friends shared with me. It didn’t seem like much, but it actually filled me up. It was refreshing and certainly easier than the meals I purchased back in the city. I offered to share what I brought, and as a group, they thanked me but declined. One of the women, whose name was Jill, said that those meals were great if I was spending days in the woods. We were only on a day hike, and the fruit and veggies were healthier.
After eating, we all sat and enjoyed our surroundings. The sound of birds and the smell of pine were perfect. After a short while, Jeff stood. I thought we were getting ready to continue on. Instead, he started to strip. He announced that he was going for a swim in the lake and asked if anyone else wanted to join him. Never one to shy away from being naked, I stood and said I would love to go. I announced that when I travel to Florida, I always frequent a beach for nudists. The look on their faces was nothing less than total shock. I’m not sure they believed me.
All eyes were on me as I started to peel the layers of clothes from my body. The air had a slight chill, but the sun more than made up for it. I felt a true connection with nature as I stepped to the edge of the granite. Jeff was already in and treading water; it was fairly deep where we were. He yelled up to me to just jump in. When I hit the water, it was shocking; the water was ice cold. When I surfaced, I let out a scream. Jeff laughed and told me that I would get used to it. I don’t ever remember my nipples being as hard as they were in the water that day.
By now, the others had started to join us. One by one, the water splashed, and within a minute, we were all treading the crystal clear ice water. I only stayed in for a few minutes and was the first one to get out. There was a low spot in the granite wall, and I climbed back up to the area where we left our clothes. The heat of the rock was a welcome feeling. I stretched out on my back and let the sun dry me naturally. It wasn’t long before the others joined me on the slab to warm up. They all took up positions to lay out to dry.
Jeff was the last one out. He lay near me. Within a few minutes, I could hear Jill moaning. I thought something was wrong. When I looked up at her, she was in the middle of a threesome with Roger and Skip. Her legs were spread wide, and Roger was fucking her while she sucked Skip’s dick. Jeff looked up and remarked that Jill is such a whore. She always winds up fucking someone. Seeing this caused a warm feeling throughout my body. It obviously had the same effect on Jeff. His dick became as hard as the granite we lay on. He started stroking himself. I wanted him and leaned closer to him and took him in my mouth. He put his hands behind his head, lay back, and let me take him.
The last couple, I think their names were Chris and Cathy, joined in what became a fuck-fest in the woods. Seven people in various stages of lovemaking. This was the last thing I expected. I stopped sucking Jeff’s dick and mounted him. I had to have him and rode him, grinding into him. He was still and allowed me to enjoy myself. I was using him, riding him like a toy. It was almost as if he wasn’t interested. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my right nipple, encouraging him to play with me. As soon as he took hold of me, I started to come. The orgasm was powerful. My body trembled, and I started to lose sense of my surroundings. I fell to Jeff’s chest, panting as if I just ran a marathon. It was then, as I started to come a second time, that I realized Jill, Roger, and Skip were watching us.
Knowing I was the main attraction just made me want more. This wasn’t the first time I’ve had sex in front of an audience. I was still hunched over on Jeff when I could feel him pulsating inside me. His hot cum filled me, and it made me have a third orgasm. I wanted to just lie there and fuck all afternoon, but I knew we couldn’t. When I was able to gather the energy, I pushed myself up. Jeff’s dick was still hard, and I wanted more. Chris and Cathy were finishing their lovemaking, and the other three started to dress. Jeff sat next to me and filled me in on some of the dynamics of his band of friends.
He and I started to put our clothes on, and he did all the talking. He told me that Chris and Cathy were married for years and can’t keep their hands off each other. They enjoy putting on a show for anyone who wants to watch. They had just met Skip and Roger the day before. Then he shocked me, letting me know that Jill was his wife and she loves fucking other men in front of him. They all shared a cabin in Yosemite Valley, and the four men had a gangbang with Jill and Cathy the night before. The thought of these six strangers spending a night sharing one another caused an arousal in me that I couldn’t control. Through my clothes, I started to rub myself. Jill noticed and gave me an approving smile.
The day was so wonderful that I had forgotten about my dilemma of accommodations for that night. I wasn’t certain if I could still use the bed I had at Lost Arrow. I told Jeff about my situation. Jill overheard the conversation and invited me to stay with them. She was sure the others wouldn’t mind. When she announced to the group that I would be joining them for the night, her assumption was correct; no one protested. Cathy even offered to share her bed with me. I knew this was going to be a memorable night.
We started our hike back to civilization. I could feel Jeff’s remnants oozing from my body. It wasn’t long before my panties were soaked, and I became very uncomfortable. When we arrived at the cabin, I couldn’t wait to clean up. The cabin was just a large single room with four walls. It had six single beds. It resembled a sleep-away camp I went to as a child. There was no bathroom or shower, and I had no privacy. I had already fucked Jeff in front of my new friends, so cleaning and changing in front of them was not a big deal. We all had to do it.
The four men decided to sit outside and wait for Jill, Cathy, and me to go as a group to the campground dining hall. I was rummaging through my backpack for a fresh pair of panties when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. Jill turned me around to get a better look at me. She was naked. Cathy was right behind her, also naked. That familiar twinge came over me. I knew what was about to happen and offered no resistance, keeping in mind what my Aunt Darlene instilled in me: live for the moment. I sat on the edge of a bed. Jill sat on one side, Cathy on the other. I lay back for them to take me. Jill kissed me, running her fingers through my hair.
I could feel Cathy’s hands on my knees, pulling my legs apart. She was lightly kissing me as she spread me open. It was so gentle as her tongue explored my tender skin. Jill and I were still locked in a passionate kiss, and she started to play with my tits. Our lips released as she ventured down my neck and started to bite and suck on my nipples. Cathy started to hit a spot that caused me to shudder. I was losing myself in the moment. These two beautiful strangers were giving me such remarkable delight that I was ready to spend the rest of the night with just them.
Chris stood behind Cathy and grabbed her hips to raise her up. She continued to pleasure me, and I could tell by the way her sucking became intense that he was fucking her. Jill was still chewing my nipples. My body was motionless as they ravished me. The spasms became one continuous orgasm. Cathy pulled away to allow Skip to have a turn with me. I was soaked, and he slid right into me. The orgasm continued. By now, my nipples were numb from the biting, sucking, and twisting that Jill carried out. Jeff pulled her away to the next bed. I couldn’t be sure, but I think he was fucking her in the ass.
I was in such a euphoric state that I didn’t even realize that Skip had come. He got up and left the cabin. Chris and Cathy were still fucking, and I lay waiting for Roger to take a turn. He never came over to me. Instead, Jill was giving him a blow job while her husband continued his assault on her asshole. I was spent and couldn’t move. I wanted more, but I had no energy to continue. I passed out.
As I started to come out of my coma, the last thing I remembered was Cathy screaming out Chris’s name. When I looked around the room, I was alone. My friends cleared out. I was still naked when I peeked out the window. It was morning, and Yosemite Valley was buzzing with activity. I had my fill of the great outdoors. It was time for me to move on to another adventure.
