Chrissy wiped the sweat from her forehead before tucking her blond hair tied in a ponytail through the back of the ballcap and glared down both sides of the branching trail.
The Gorge had dozens of hiking trails and she had hiked on most of them over the years. She had even been on the Lost Lake trail, but never all the way to the lake and waterfall at the end since it was nearly a twelve mile hike just to get there.
With the weather reaching nearly a hundred degrees in the valley Chrissy had decided that now was as good a time as any since the temps would be so much cooler up in the mountains and she had got on the road long before sunrise. The hike had been perfect with fewer and fewer people the farther she went until only the sounds of the birds and an occasional squirrel could be heard. The temperature had been a bit warm, but the trail was almost always shaded by the tall cedars and after not seeing another person for over an hour she had taken off her shirt and stuffed it in her daypack to continue on in just her sports bra and athletic shorts.
The day had been perfect right up until...
"What the hell?" Chrissy asked while still glaring down both paths.
Chrissy slipped her daypack off and after a moment of digging pulled out the map she had printed the night before. A quick glance proved what she had thought, that there wasn't any Y in the trail she was supposed to be on.
A distant shout and the sound of a splash caused Chrissy's head to snap up, the sounds coming from the left hand branch. With a sigh of disappointment at not being alone and maybe just a little relief at finding someone else Chrissy stuffed the map back in her pack before starting off again. If it wasn't the lake then she could at least ask whoever she had heard if she was on the correct trail to get there.
After another few minutes Chrissy began to descend a step cliff, the trail switch backing a dozen times as the temperature became cool and pleasant with a mist coating her sweaty skin. She heard another shout and splash as well as the constant roar of a waterfall which meant she had probably found Lost Lake after all.
Chrissy picked up her pace hurrying down the switch backs until she caught a glimpse of the waterfall cascading over a basalt lip to plunge thirty feet into the oval lake below. Octagonal basalt columns made up the walls of the horseshoe canyon and caused the sound of the waterfall to reverberate as she descended, the sun sparkling off the ripples of the lakes surface until she came around the last bend.
Chrissy froze, but not from the beautiful sight of the cobblestone and sand beach surrounded the lake, a white mist drifting away from the spray of water plunging into the water. A blond man with a muscular chest was laying back on a beach blanket, a second man with dark brown curly hair laying on his stomach with his head hovering over the blond's crotch, both men completely naked and the dark haired man's head gently moving up and down. Chrissy's eyes widened in shock and she quickly took several steps back until she was hidden by the bole of a large cedar. The roar of the waterfall masked any sounds the two men might have been making, but the blond was obviously enjoying the attention as he ran his fingers gently through the hair of his lover.
"Oh..." Chrissy said breathlessly, her hand straying unconsciously down to cup her mound through the thin fabric of her athletic shorts.
The blond leaned his head back to stare up into the sky, his mouth open and his fingers clenched in the dark curls of his lover's hair. Chrissy could feel her nipples pressing against her sports bra and bit her lip as she watched the blond's hips thrust up each time his lovers head bobbed down. Suddenly the blond stiffened, his body visibly trembling before he collapsed back onto the blanket. After a few more moments the brown curly haired man sat up on his elbows with a grin, his hand reaching up to wipe at his lips before licking his fingers while the two men chatted. Chrissy bit her lip, wanting desperately to hear what they were saying while she panted for breath and her palm repeatedly squeezed her mound gently.
The blond suddenly sat up, Chrissy ducking behind and pressing her cheek against the rough, lichen covered bark of the tree when she thought she saw him glance in her direction. When she finally worked up the nerve to peer around the trunk she saw the curly haired man leaning back on his elbows with his legs stretched out in front of him while the blond sat next to him.
"That is sooo fucking hot," Chrissy whispered, her hand moving involuntarily up to her bare stomach before her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts.
The curly haired man was watching intently as the blond reached down to stroke his length. Again Chrissy could see them talking with the occasional smile and even a laugh and wondered what they were saying.
During the summer Chrissy rarely if ever bothered with underwear, especially with athletic shorts that tended to have a liner anyway. Now Chrissy's hand slipped beneath her shorts and between her legs, her palm covered in warm lubrication as she continued to squeeze her mound rhythmically but just a little harder than before.
"Ummmm," Chrissy moaned, her lips pressed tightly together as she slipped one of her fingers between her soft, slippery inner lips.
The blond man certainly was in no hurry as he continued to stroke his friends dick while they both talked and laughed. Chrissy moaned again when she saw the blond man bend over to flick the tip of his tongue on the curly haired man's glans before sitting up.
Chrissy seemed to be perpetually single, always eventually finding some fault with whoever she was dating which mean that she was more than familiar with porn. And her toys. She had been surprised to find that she enjoyed watching porn, even lesbian porn on occasion, but had never even thought about watching gay men. As Chrissy continued to watch she decided that was an oversight she intended to correct.
The blond leaned over again to use the tip of his tongue on his friend's glans, even leaning a little farther to take the glans in his mouth before sitting back up to resume their conversation.
"Shit..." Chrissy gasped, two of her fingers slipping inside of her body for a moment, fingertips caressing the roof of vagina to press against her elusive G spot.
Chrissy watched the blond man lean down to lick at his friend's glans and realized that he must be licking away beads of pre-cum each time he bent down. The sudden insight caused Chrissy's body to squeeze down on her probing fingers, her knees shaking while she continued to watch. Chrissy's other hand strayed up to push her sports bra high enough to expose a rigid nipple for her to pinch and roll while still using two fingers to plunge deep inside of her body to stroke the silky smoot flesh of her sheath before pulling out to coat her clit in her lubrication.
"Ohhhh..." Chrissy moaned between sharp indrawn gasps, the curly haired man suddenly leaning forward so that he and the blond could kiss.
Chrissy watched as the curly haired man cupped the back of the blond man's head, their lips pressed together while the blond continued to stroke his friend's length. She could feel the warm glow spreading out from her throbbing clit, could feel the tension and pressure building as she continued to twist her nipple and plunge her fingers into her warm, wet pussy, knew from countless past times how close she was to an orgasm.
"Ahhhhh... yes!" Chrissy cried out as the blond man pulled away from his kiss before leaning down to take his friends entire length in his mouth.
The curly haired man glanced up at Chrissy's exclamation, his eyes widening in surprise as they met Chrissy's own.
"Fuck!" Chrissy exclaimed as she pulled her hand out from beneath the waistband of her shorts and tried to pull her sports bra down over her exposed breasts.
The curly haired man said something, the blond barely even glancing in Chrissy's direction while his head continued to bob up and down. The curly haired man only grinned while he stared back at Chrissy, her breasts still exposed as she struggled to clumsily pull her sports bra down over her ample D cups before finally managing to cover herself.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit..." Chrissy exclaimed, her face heating at having been caught being a 'peeping Tom', at being caught masturbating while watching someone without their permission. The curly haired man only grinned as his lover continued to suck on his length, neither of the men seeming to care.
Chrissy bit her lip but kept watching as the blond man's head continued to move. The curly haired man reached out to cup the back of the blond's head again before suddenly making a 'come here' gesture to Chrissy. Chrissy hesitated, glancing from the curly haired man's grin down to the blond man who seemed to have only one care in the world with his hand wrapped around his friend's shaft and moving up and down in time with the bobbing of his head. It had been months since Chrissy had been with anyone, a one night stand after a concert at the Edgefield McMenamins, and she had been soooo close...
"At least I can ask if this is Lost Lake or not," Chrissy said beneath her breath before smiling and stepping all the way around the trunk of the tree.
