I was late in June and the air was still crisp in the mornings in Maine. This was my first summer alone in many years and I was looking forward to spending it doing what I wanted and this weekend it was a weekend away in the woods, alone.
It was just going to be an overnight trip, so packing was easy. Money being in short supply, food for the trip was a couple of jars of Goober Jelly and a loaf of bread. Water was carried in empty two liter soda bottles. Equipment consisted of my tent and sleeping bag, clothes and toiletries. I like to camp with as little as possible.
I started out early on Saturday morning, my target was a spot in Acadia National Park. I would be there late enough in the year to have good weather but before all the tourists arrived to make Bar Harbor a nightmare for the locals.
The drive was uneventful save for the familiar landmarks along the way. I arrived before lunch and without rushing I had my tent set up and was ready to go out exploring the park. I love the ocean and having lived inland for the past two years I missed being near the water. Walking on the beach in winter is nothing like summer, but it is one of my favorite past times.
Once the tent was set up I changed my clothes. I dressed lightly but was careful to bring my jacket as the evening would be chilly and I was not sure when I would get back to camp. A tight t-shirt accentuated my breasts and a pair of short tight shorts did the same for my behind and pussy lines. Boots on and I was ready…for nature or men, both would be good. I could go for some fun to go with the nature.
I left camp and got on the loop road to see what was new in the park since I was there last. Of course potties are always on my mind and it was not long before the need for a bathroom overcame the beauty of the scenery. Lucky for me, rest areas are spread along the length of the road and well kept outhouses are plentiful. I stopped at the next one I found and since it was not quite noon and not on a popular part of the road, deserted.
It was a nice spot for lunch as well. I used the facilities and then selected a picnic table to have my sandwich. As I was readying things another car drove up. The driver was a strikingly handsome fellow, close to my own age I think. Tall and thin with chiseled features. Dressed like an LL Bean catalog cover. He was not alone, in fact the passenger in the car could have been his twin, OK so he was his twin.
Since we three were the only patrons at this rest area they came over to say hello and we chatted for a time. I invited them to bring their lunch over and join me. As I sat trying to calmly eat my lunch and make small talk, these two gorgeous hunks sitting just a few feet from me made me wet. I can’t say why suddenly my pussy was sodden and aching for a man close by, or even closer than that. Frank, the “older” of the two sat next to me. Our thighs touching, and arms brushing each other as we sat at the picnic table. My nipples hardened at the thought of what lay inside his jeans.
I steered the conversation toward me, how I had been alone for some time and that I was staying here in the park. I wanted to grab for him and check out what he was packing down there. Frank and his brother Gerry were here for the weekend as well. They were old pros at camping but had not been to the park before. They had a full day ahead of things they wanted to see so I grudgingly let them finish and they were on their way, but not before we promised to meet that evening at the ranger show. I love ranger shows, and was delighted that there was one so early in the year.
As they drove off I could hardly control myself not to run after them ripping my clothes off. But that would have to wait. I am sure that I could find something to occupy myself with before we three met again this evening.
In fact I did not have to wait too long. I got back on the road and drove along, taking in the nature around me. The cliffs, the ocean and at the next rest area a most beautiful man, all alone, and no car! How did he get there. OK, who cares. I stopped to see what he was about and how he had gotten there. Turns out he was a hiker and was just stopping to take a brake and use the outhouses (OK so I am obsessed). His fabulously muscled body was covered with a flannel shirt and khaki hiking shorts.