A Short Break.
The last couple month had been very hectic, with a series of new projects and programs to get up and running, so we promised ourselves we would get away to the mountains for a short break.
We had hired a small unit overlooking the Capertee Valley. It was a two unit complex so there would be other people nearby, but the units were built in such a way as to maintain their privacy and retain their own views.
The sun breaking through the trees brought us crisp a morning in an environment so unlike the one we had just left.
This is where our holiday began.
After breakfast, I rummaged around in the bottom of our suite case and found my book, as Wendy was hitting the on button on her kindle.
There we were, the two of us, totally focused on doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.
It was mid-afternoon when we heard the sound of a car heading down the gravel driveway stopping in front of the other unit.
Wendy raised her head listened for a moment, with curiosity getting the better of her she slid the curtain back a fraction to see a middle aged couple, our vintage, carrying their bags into the other apartment.
It was just before dusk when she said "c'mon lets go for a quick walk before it gets dark, we've just been sitting around like lumps all day"
We walked hand in hand along the little path that meandered through the sub-tropical rain forest on the edge of the valley.
No sooner had I remarked that the path looked like it didn't get much use, we picked up the sound of two distinct voices somewhere ahead of us.
Rounding a bend came two people we recognised as the couple who had arrived this afternoon.
We exchanged pleasantries; they like us, had assumed we were their neighbours in the other unit.
As the light was fading fast we decided we would walk back together.
During the conversation it was revealed that he was a clergyman and his wife was a lay minister at a small parish about six hours drive further west.
The following morning we decided an exploration of escarpment would keep us
occupied for the day.
We had been on the trail for an hour or so, when the vicar and his wife, Alice came into view, we caught up with them in a few minutes and chatted for while on the incredible views, given our plans for the day were very similar, it was logical that we join forces and explore the park together.
The one thing that had been brought to our attention in all the park brochures, is that the weather can change dramatically in the mountains. It can be bright and sunny one minute and a howling blizzard the next.
After about twenty minutes we noticed the world around us had got dark, looking up, the sun had disappeared behind a massive black cloud and there was a definite chill in the air.
Dylan, the vicar remarked that perhaps we should head back, or at least look for somewhere to take shelter, just in case.
There are small wooden cabins marked on our maps that have been built to provide emergency shelter for hapless hikers like ourselves, who find themselves caught out in the open during one of the many storms that lash this part of the dividing range.
We located a bush cabin approximately two kilometres from where we were. It was thought prudent that we start walking in that direction.
It was a wise decision, after about ten minutes, the sky opened up.
We were drenched, as we trudged up the steps and into the pitch black of a single roomed cabin.
There was dry wood and a fireplace, tined food, plates and cups, powdered milk, tea and coffee. All we needed to wait out the storm.
So we set about lighting the fire, the kindling was very dry and there was a roaring fire in no time, and we all stood around shivering in our wet clothes.
Alice was the first to mention the practicalities of how we were to get our clothes dry while still being able to maintain some degree of modesty.
So it was decided we would undress behind a blanket and hang the clothes in front of the fire. After much struggling and a few giggles we managed to disrobe and preserve our modesty. Dylan and I managed to secure a blanket each while Wendy and Alice snuggled down under a single cover.
We talked about our homes and work, they talked about their parish life and how hard it was to get young people to take on a career in the church.
We huddled together as best we could, Alice and Wendy taking in the warmth from the other's body.
The girls, In the dark, with their flesh pressed against each other under the blanket were leaning back on the old wooden bed making themselves as comfortable as the could under the circumstances.
Then without warning, In mid conversation, Wendy, felt Alice's red finger nails in light tracing movements across her flesh.
Her belly, here side, across the tops of her breasts.
Then the sharp sensation of a pointed fingernail tracing a nipple.
It all happened so quickly she was not sure it was happening at all.
We were quite in the darkness of the cabin, lit only by the glow of the fire as the storm raged outside.
I leant forward and tossed some wood into the flames, as I leant back I caught the faint scent of Wendy, aroused, a scent that was combined with that of another, Alice, the woman of god.
My heart started racing. Dylan sensed it too. The sexually charged scent of two women in the subdued light of a cabin in the middle of nowhere was quite off-putting, but very electric.
