Canyon Heat
By Steve
I was in Arizona on a business trip and took a couple of days off to visit the Grand Canyon.
After securing the proper Park Service permits, I headed for a three-day backpacking trip into the mighty canyon. I purposely picked a remote part of the canyon so I could indulge in my exhibitionist ways.
I drove over what must have been thirty miles of Washboard Forest service roads to get to my intended trail. As I stepped out of my rental car, my body tingled with anticipation. After spending nearly a week in business meetings and attending convention activities, I couldn't wait to get out into nature and enjoy a little nudity.
I take great pride in my tanned body and spend a great deal of time working out--mostly running, with a bit of light weight lifting. I am 5' 7" with long, straight brown hair and nice sized breasts.
At the trail head, I slipped off my pack and pulled out my hiking clothes. Opting to ease into my adventure, I put on my Merrill hiking boots and a small bikini top. It barely covered my nipples, but the thin straps did provide enough lift to keep my boobs from bouncing around too much. I also put on a high-cut pair of cut-off's to cover my buns o' steel.
With my backpack on, I headed down the trail. I hiked in this outfit for about three hours and never saw a soul.
I finally made it down the so-called "Redwall" part of the canyon. From there it was a four-mile walk across a relatively open and hot valley.
Deciding I had too much on for the steamy air, I paused at the bottom of the descent and took off my bikini top. I crammed it in my pack, then dropped my shorts and stowed them away as well. That left me wearing nothing but my white G-string.
I slung the backpack back on and started off to Escalante Canyon and what I hopped to be the cooling waters of Escalante Creek.
With my next-to-nothing attire, I felt exposed and vulnerable. Anyone could be hiking over the next hill, or be gazing down from the canyon walls around. It may not have been the most popular part of the park, but it was still a very populated park.
Finally, I could hear the waters of Escalante Creek. Unfortunately, I also could hear voices, echoing off the canyon wall. It sounded like a couple of hikers coming up the trail. I estimated we would meet up in about fifteen minutes.
I couldn't see them from where I was so I climbed up to an overlook and pulled out my binoculars. I saw two guys whom I guessed to be in their late twenties. Probably out for a week away from the office. Hmmmmm.
I started getting very turned on, trying to figure out the safest way to indulge my exhibitionist needs. I usually show off in public places where I'm safe by the mere fact that others are within shouting distance, should anything go wrong. But now, I was in the middle of a remote part of a national park, with two strangers approaching, and I wearing only a G-string.
I decided to go for it. I found a part of the creek where the water slowed and formed a pool. On the far side of the creek was a large section of flat, exposed sandstone. I took out a T-shirt and spread it on the rock. I filled my water bottle in the creek and set it next to me as I lay down on the rock.
I heard the voices getting closer. Knowing they were still a few minutes away, I stuck my hand inside my panties and ran a finger up my now very wet pussy. Showing off always gets me so turned on.
The voices got closer so I removed my finger and pretend to be sunbathing, and unaware of their presence. I closed my eyes and listened as they approached. They weren't talking anymore, but I could hear their hiking boots as they crunched up the trail across from the creek. Suddenly, the crunching stopped and I barely made out a whisper, "Oh my God, look over there."
I could imagine them staring at my near naked body, lying just ten feet across the creek from them. Still pretending I hadn't heard them, I brought my hands up and cupped my breasts for a moment. Then, keeping my eyes closed, I picked up the water bottle and unscrewed the top. I poured the water over my chest and tummy. My nipples immediately got hard as the shock of the cold water hit. Setting the bottle down, I ran my hands all over my wet torso, paying special attention to my breasts.
As the water began to evaporate, I stretched my arms above my head and opened my eyes. I slowly turned my head and saw the guys--a little grubby, but lean and good looking. They both smiled sheepishly and said hello. I sat up cross-legged and they introduced themselves as Tim and Joseph.
Neither man said anything lewd, they just commented on the beautiful canyon, the great day, and the refreshing water. We carried on this conversation with my firm, well-tanned tits in full view for a good five minutes. I kept glancing down and purposely scratching one tit from time to time, just to draw more attention to them.
After a few more minutes, I said I was going to go for a swim. It was too warm, and privately, I thought I was getting so hot, my panties were beginning to show it wasn't just the sun at play. I walked waist deep into the water and stepped out of my G-string. I was sure the young men could see the thin wedge of my shaved pussy in the clear water.
I told them that if they were looking for a swimming hole, this was the best one in the area. Neither of them had packs on so I assumed they were camped near by. They were nice enough to ask if I minded them swimming with me. Hell no, I thought, but managed not to sound too eager when I told them to go ahead and hop in.
Both quickly dropped their shorts, shirts, and shoes and walked into the chilly, refreshing water. I thought I noticed an uncommonly large bulge in each of their boxer shorts. It turned me on even more to know I was having such an effect on them.
We treaded water and talked for a couple more minutes before I told them I was getting out. Walking toward my sitting rock, I really hammed it up--my bare ass swinging from side to side. As I rearranged my T-shirt, I gave them a full view of my bent-over ass and pussy lips. I heard the slap of a hand and looked over my shoulder. One of the guys had slapped his forehead as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
I sat down and spread my legs a little. I didn't want to be crude, just a bit inviting. Tim came out of the creek and picked up a bottle of suntan lotion. Approaching me, he asked if I wanted some on my back. "Nah," I told him.
As he stood in front of me with his wet boxers clinging to a now nearly erect penis, a wicked idea flew through my head. "Drop your boxers," I suddenly said. Without a word, he slipped them down to his ankles.
I got up on my knees and grabbed his cock in one hand and began licking the length of his tool. The sound of the creek and the warmth of the sun on my back made the erotic act even more exciting.
I sucked on him until he came. A little bit of cum slipped out of my mouth and dripped onto my breasts. I rubbed it in and looked up and smiled.
His friend, still standing in the water was staring at me with his mouth wide open. "Come here," I said.
I stood up and pushed my breasts against Joseph's bare chest. Then I slid down his body and pulled his boxers down with me on my way onto my knees. With his underwear around his feet, I held his cock and gently rubbed it all over my face, kissing it from time to time. I then gave him the best blow job my tired mouth could give. He came quickly and I swallowed some of his cum and let the rest shoot on my neck and chin. I licked off what I could and used my hand to rub the rest into my breasts.
I noticed, having watched me suck off his friend, Tim was hard again. This time, I told them to go back to the other side of the creek and watch. They did.
I lay back on the rock, spread my legs, and began to masturbate. With my fingers working my clit, I looked up at the surrounding Cottonwood trees and fantasized about what I had just done to those young men. Getting ready to come, I opened my eyes to find them masturbating right along with me. Watching, we all came, one after another.
After drying in the sun for a few minutes, I dipped my T-shirt in the creek, then slipped it on. As it clung to my breasts, the cold water made my nipples hard again. I put on my boots, and opting to forgo shorts and panties, I slipped on my backpack and headed off down the trail. Yelling back a hearty "see ya later," I quickly walked around the first turn.
I could feel my pussy getting wet as I walked and thought about what just happened. I was surprised at not wanting to put on any underwear or shorts. I felt exposed again.
I walked for another couple of hours, taking a lesser-used trail to ensure not running into those guys again. I found a great campsite near a couple of shaded boulders and made camp for the night.