Hikers' Honeymoon: Voyeurs

by A. S Peavey

  It wasn’t until after lunch that they let the sexual thoughts come back to the forefront.

  They stopped for lunch near Ellen Falls. They wandered off the trail and sat on the rocks overlooking the pool at the foot of the falls. Mostly they watched the water, though they occasionally touched or hugged. The closest they came to anything sexual was when Lily rubbed Ben’s shoulders after he complained about the knots his heavy pack was tying into his muscles.

  Lunch wasn’t that exciting. They had trail mix and dried fruit. They would have hot food for dinner, but there was no reason to dig any of that out until they got to camp—at least no good reason, since it would be a pain to use and even more of a pain to repack their bags.

  Lily packed up her bag and started to stand up, but Ben put a hand on her leg to stop her. He had noticed that they were currently the only ones anywhere near the falls.

  “What?”

  Ben leaned over conspiratorially, despite the lack of people around. “Let’s fuck. Now,” he whispered.

  “What, here?”

  “Yes. Well, a hundred yards into the woods.”

  Lily rolled her eyes. “We can’t. Yeah, right now we’re clear, but I don’t want to be caught. And I don’t care how far we’ll be going away. We can wait until tonight, right? We especially don’t want to be caught by anyone with kids, or anyone who would talk to a ranger to get us banned or whatever. But it should be safe tonight.”

  They had talked with a ranger about other backpackers, and found out that one other couple was signed up to camp at Lake Ellen that night. They could choose a camp site on the opposite side of the lake from them. They’d have a tent to offer some semblance of privacy—at least a symbolic privacy. And there was a good chance that the other couple would be distracted by their own fucking.

  Ben kissed her on the cheek. But he nodded. “Okay. We’ll wait for tonight.”

  Lily sighed in relief. Though another part of her surged forward. A part that would have liked for Ben to object. For Ben to suggest again that they should take this opportunity to fuck. Because she was horny, and if he’d kept at it, she would have relented soon and told him to lead on into the woods.

  In fact, Lily should have spoken up first. She should have said that, no, maybe they could fuck right now after all. But, she reasoned, if Ben was so willing to accept Lily’s argument, maybe she had been right in the first place. So they headed back on up the trail.

  Fewer people interrupted them after lunch. Most people turned back after Ellen Falls—especially the families, and the weaker hikers—it was amazing how many people went out to the hiking trail on a lark, having no clue what they needed to bring with them, or what kind of shape they were in.

  And Ellen Falls was more than a worthwhile destination. It was actually a pair of falls, running into each other. One thin stream fell from fifty feet up, where it joined the main flow from Lake Ellen in a pool. The other, larger stream fell from fifteen feet. The last time Lily and Ben had hiked to the falls, the spot had been dotted with amateur photographers. They were sure they were just lucky enough to miss them all today.

  It was another two and a half miles to Lake Ellen, making a one-day out-and-back trip strenuous.

  There were still people able to hike over eleven miles in a day without any problems. Ben and Lily had done it a month ago while training for their backpacking honeymoon. That was part of why they settled on this particular forest and this particular trail for their backpacking honeymoon. After seeing Lake Ellen at midday, they wanted to know what the Lake would be like after all the day hikers had left, leaving them alone to watch the sunset.

  It seemed romantic.

  Though romance had given over in their minds to thoughts of sex at the moment. Whoever hiked in back was staring at the other’s ass as much as they tried to push their eyes forward.

  Something about getting married had turned them (very nearly) into sex crazed maniacs. Or, not about getting married, but about honeymooning. The wedding night itself, which had been spent in a nice hotel not far from the wedding venue, had its share of sexual exploits, mostly because they were a newly married couple, and that’s what they were supposed to do.

  The honeymoon had the exact same problem—or benefit. They wanted to enjoy the hike, the long backpack trip that required taking off the kind of time they usually couldn’t get away with—at least unless they were going to visit family.

  And today was just the first day of the trip. Ben and Lily were looking forward to later days. Some of the trails would be nearly empty. Some of their stopovers would be impossible to reach in a single day by any but the most athletic trail runners. And today was the end of a three-day weekend; the families would almost all go away, as would the majority of day hikers.

  They wouldn’t have to worry about constant interruptions keeping them from talking dirty—and they would be much freer to hike off into the woods when they felt the need for a quick fuck.

  When they finally approached the shores of Lake Ellen, all their dirty talk fell away.

  Yes, at this time of the afternoon, they didn’t expect to see any more day hikers still out. Most of the people who could make it up to Lake Ellen and back by the end of the day were the type who would set out early in the morning. Anyone arriving much later than Ben and Lily would have a hard time getting back down to the trailhead before dark.

  But that didn’t mean the lake would be all theirs. After all, there was that other couple that ranger had told them about.

  Ben and Lily hoped that they’d arrived first, before that other couple. They wanted the lake and the surrounding area all to themselves for a nice afternoon love-making session. They didn’t plan on fucking on the shores of the lake itself—though they would have liked to. Even if they arrived first, they had no clue how long they’d have before the other couple arrived.

  But they could claim a campsite, and find a space not far from the lake where, with a little attention to their surroundings (which hopefully wouldn’t be robbed by the sexual attention to each other), they’d know when the other couple arrived, without giving themselves away. And hopefully, they could find a spot not far from the lake, maybe along the opposite shore, near the trail down the mountain, where the other couple wouldn’t chance upon them.

  Honestly, a part of them didn’t care if they were seen, since they’d been teasing each other for so long. Though they knew they would regret exhibitionism later. The ranger had told them they would be traveling in the same direction as that other couple, camping at the same locations, for the next few nights—unlike the only other group the ranger had mentioned they would encounter, which was traveling the circuit in the opposite direction.

  So they were quiet as they approached the lake, hoping not to give away any evidence of their arrival to the other couple, in case they were already here. Mostly their quiet was intended more as some token that their luck might hold and the other couple would be still coming up the trail.

  A single moan interrupted their plans for that afternoon fuck.

  “Unf.”

  And yet that moan, even if faint, set them even more to thinking about sex.

  Ben crept forward unconsciously, looking for the couple, but not so quickly as to alert them to his presence. As horny as he was, he couldn’t immediately say no to a live action porn show.

  Though he felt guilty a moment later. At least, until he looked back. He didn’t see Lily casting a disapproving glance. He didn’t see Lily at all. Not at first. She had come up on his side, the opposite side from the direction he’d swung his head. He couldn’t find her until she put a hand on his shoulder.

  “Do you see them?” Lily asked.

  That question—Lily’s interest—made him uncomfortably horny. Ben hugged Lily from the side, pressing his hard cock into her hip, his hands running up and down her shirt. Before he could move his hands underneath Lily’s shirt, she broke away.

  She wanted to actually watch. She wanted to be the voyeur far
more than he did. She took a few more steps down towards the water. Another moan came then. Knowing immediately what they were hearing, they were able to get a good idea of the direction it was coming from. Lily took two steps forward, stopping just shy of the tree line, where she could hide among the trees—at least so long as the other couple was distracted by sex.

  She had to move her head back and forth, because the source of the moans was blocked behind a tree at first, but in a moment she raised an arm to point at what she was seeing.

  It wasn’t a couple making that sounds, just one woman, about their age, maybe a bit younger. Her red hair was cut short, her other features were hidden—or left to the imagination—at this distance and angle. She was on a rock at the edge of the lake, her feet dipped in the water. If not for the moan, they might not have known they she was masturbating.

  They saw her mostly from behind, and she was still wearing her shirt. Her pants were off, but for all they might have known, she could have just been wearing short shorts or a bikini bottom.

  But, of course, having heard, they knew what they were looking at. They also understood that one hand was at the woman’s crotch, toying with her clitoris, even though they could only see her arm. It became clear that the other hand was underneath her shirt, that she was playing with her breasts, and tweaking her own nipples, though it might have been easy to assign the motion of that shirt to an effect of the wind.

  Lily unzipped a compartment of Ben’s bag, and grabbed their binoculars. She wanted a better view. She wanted to see this woman fucking herself, and not just imagine she knew what she was seeing.

  When a small moan escaped Lily’s lips, Ben stopped trying to get a good look and concentrated on his new wife. Pressing his body against hers, he started to caress her through her clothes. Normally she would have told him to slow down, but she moaned more. However, she carefully kept her moan soft, as his hands rubbed against her breasts, and when his hands moved down to her legs, she shifted her hips so his hand fell onto her crotch. He took the hint and rubbed as best he could through the layers of fabric.

  He half expected her to tell him to slip a hand under the fabric—damn it—when she took the binoculars away from her eyes.

  He was a little shocked when she offered him the binoculars. She’d hardly encouraged him to look at other women in the past. No. She had never been obviously jealous when she caught him looking, but there had been some gentle ribbing.

  But he didn’t question. He removed his hands from Lily’s body and took the binoculars, scanning with them until he found the woman playing with herself, working herself up to her orgasm. She was ramping up, the motion of her hand on herself, though still not directly visible, hidden by her body, steadily increasing its pace.

  Ben only half noticed her. Like he’d done for Lily, Lily started caressing his cock through his pants while he watched another woman fuck herself.

  Ben wasn’t sure if he should be comfortable with this. He didn’t understand why Lily was encouraging him to look at another woman, why she might help him get off or, at least, get hornier, while thinking about another woman. But he didn’t care what she was thinking. If Lily wanted him to look, he would look.

  And he would moan when Lily caressed him through the crotch of his pants. Though he didn’t get to moan for long.

  Lily tugged at his elbow. Ben didn’t understand why, at first, not until he took the binoculars from his eyes and looked at her.

  She was wandering away, stepping between the trees, towards the other woman. Lily wanted a closer look. She wanted to hear more. Ben followed nervously, half forgetting the binoculars hanging around his neck.

  They looked for her partner, afraid that he’d walk up on them from behind, catching the couple masturbating while watching his girlfriend.

  But not knowing where he was didn’t halt Lily and Ben’s voyeurism. They approached, so they could both see her motions—which were growing freer. She was still wearing her shirt, but it had lifted up now that she was too excited to keep it down. They could see that there was no thong bikini hidden by that shirt, no underwear, no nothing besides that shirt. Though they didn’t get to see her breasts, at least occasionally the shirt tugged up far enough they could see she was wearing no bra.

  The view wasn’t as good as with the binoculars, the woman smaller, and the angle worse but there was something better about seeing her smaller but completely through her own eyes. They didn’t have to deal with the binoculars, they didn’t have to pass them back and forth.

  And they were both free to use their hands to play with each other.

  At first, Ben just pressed his crotch against Lily’s butt while he resumed playing with her clothed crotch. But Lily wasn’t content to just let Ben grind himself against her. She dragged him to her side, and awkwardly unbuttoned his pants, all while still watching the show this other woman was making.

  All while steadily forgetting about this other woman’s partner.

  Lily pushed Ben’s pants down and reached down his underwear. She tried to tug his cock out. She backed her hand up when she realized she needed to push his pants lower first. But soon she had his cock out. She gave him a few distracted strokes, then paused.

  Ben hadn’t moved his hands much, or tried to advance. Yes, masturbating her through clothes was more effective than masturbating him through his pants. But Lily wanted more. So she had to unbutton her own pants and then thrust Ben’s hand down inside her panties, to her wet pussy.

  When Ben was fingering her clit unhindered, Lily returned her hands back to Ben’s cock, stroking him. They watched, occasionally letting out soft moans.

  The woman they were watching threw back her head. She had to take her arm out of her shirt to steady herself, to keep from falling into the water. But it didn’t matter. Her orgasm was coming. “Ooooh” She began loud, but she clearly knew that others might be approaching, and so stifled her own noise by the end. Lily and Ben could just barely make out the end of the moan, because they knew to listen for it.

  Ben and Lily watched. The other woman shook occasional, the orgasmic feeling ebbing and surging in progressively weakening tides. But they didn’t stay watching long. When the other woman reached up and tugged her shirt back down, Lily grabbed Ben’s arm and they started moving away, even though the other woman stayed resting on the rock once her shirt was back in place.

  Once Ben had tucked himself back into his pants, they backtracked to the trail, they backtracked a hundred yards down the trail, back to where the trail had leveled out as it approaches Lake Ellen. Then they walked thirty yards into the woods in the opposite direction.

  “Oh my god,” Lily said. Without thinking about it, she stuck her hand back down her pants.

  Ben noticed.

  Between Lily’s hand and the other woman’s moan, Ben had orgasmed shortly after the other woman. But Ben hadn’t had such a good angle to play with Lily, and maybe Lily wanted a little more.

  Ben pushed Lily against a tree and knelt in front of her. He tugged her pants down to her knees and pressed his face into her vulva.

  It wasn’t long before Lily’s hands on his head went from gentle contact to strong pressure, holding him in place. Lily didn’t moan, but she did let out a few squeaks from trying so hard to suppress her own sound.

  Ben and Lily returned to the trail, and walked slowly back toward the lake, trying to make enough noise to give the other hikers advanced warning, in case they hadn’t finished their escapades.

  They tried stomping, but that didn’t do much, and brushing up against the trees made no more noise than a gentle breeze. Fortunately holding a loud conversation seemed like it would be enough.

  Fortunate, since they were both too tired to stomp about or rattle trees.

  It was probably a good thing they hadn’t fucked at lunch. Just masturbating each other had worn out their last shreds of energy. They were stumbling towards camp, and didn’t look forward to setting up their tent, though they’d had plenty of
energy—or, at least, felt like they’d had plenty of energy, when they first looked out over Lake Ellen.

  Relaxing after their sexual release gave their bodies an opportunity to remind them how much effort they’d expended getting up to Lake Ellen, between the miles hiked, the ascent, and the weight of their packs.

  They felt like they should be ready for more, but apparently not.

  Lily and Ben were seasoned hikers. Maybe not the strongest people on the trail, but they hiked a few times a month during he summer, they tried to hike once a month in the spring and fall, and at least once each winter they tried to head far enough south where it was reasonable to go car camping and take a few short hikes.

  They’d been training for this backpacking trip too, overstuffing their packs to get used to all the weight they’d have to carry, learning how to use trekking poles properly.

  And they were fine. The hike up was tiring, of course. But not so tiring that they didn’t have the energy for sex. If they weren’t both feeling satisfied from mutual masturbation, and worried about the other couple finding them and becoming the voyeurs in turn, they might have tried to fuck. They would certainly have energy to have sex that evening, sometime after eating—but once they were in their tent, and they were sure the other couple wouldn’t disturb them.

  Lily almost turned back when they arrived at the edge of the lake. The other woman was still seated on a rock at the edge of the lake, her feet were still dangling in the water.

  But it was another rock. And she was wearing pants. She seemed to be enjoying the day, instead of herself and her body.

  “Hello!” the other woman shouted.

  Ben and Lily looked at each other, steeling themselves. They didn’t need to be embarrassed. They’d been preparing for this other hiker to notice them—they’d been talking loudly enough. But their cheeks heated up at the prospect of talking with the woman they’d both masturbated to.