What the hell happened to the group?! I wonder in a panic.
So stupid of me! I came to Banff National Park for a nature hike during a recent streak of unusually warm weather, and I got myself stranded from the group. That’s what I get for getting distracted by watching two squirrels fighting over an acorn!
After a few minutes of running around, I need to stop and catch my breath. While I lean against a tree, I look at my surroundings. And realize that I’m now even more lost than I already was. Everything looks exactly the same. Nothing but trees, hills, and rocks.
After sighing in exasperation, I resumed my running around. There has to be a park sign, or another human being, or something nearby.
That’s when I see her.
Up ahead, I see a woman holding her phone above her head, and moving it around frantically. Maybe she’s trying to find a Wi-Fi signal? I walk closer and recognize her from the group. She’s a pretty blonde woman, who looks to be around my age; late teens/early twenties. I smile to myself, happy to see a familiar face. And call out to her, while giving a friendly wave.
The woman turns to me and breathes a sigh of relief. And puts her phone in her pocket, before walking over to me. She says. “Thank god! I have seen no one from the group in what feels like forever.” She giggles. “You got lost too, huh?”
I nod. “Yep. Damn my short attention span!” I shake my head in annoyance. “I can’t believe I let a squirrel battle to the death over a measly acorn distract me. So stupid.”
The woman just stares at me, as though she can’t believe what I just said. She then bursts out giggling. “Are you serious?! At least tell me that your squirrel won.” Suddenly, her expression changes, and she now looks embarrassed.
She looks at her shoes before looking back at me. “Uh… well, my reason for getting lost isn’t as stupid… but it’s no less embarrassing.” She takes a breath. “I needed some privacy… to have a pee.”
Now it’s my turn to look confused. And laugh. “We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?” I then smile and stick out my hand. “I’m Shawn Carpenter.”
She smiles in return and shakes my hand. “Hi Shawn, I’m Claire Waters.”
I ask her. “So, what were you doing when I saw you?”
Claire grins sheepishly. “I was trying to use the weather app on my phone. But there’s apparently no Wi-Fi out here.” We hear thunder off in the distance, which alerts her to glance up at the sky. And groan, “I just really don’t want to get rained on before we make it back.”
I glance up as well and say, “I hear you.” I also groan. The dark clouds are threatening some kind of storm, that’s for sure. And then, as if by magic, I feel raindrops land on my forehead.
Claire and I look at each other in a panic. And I say to her, “Come on! Let’s try to find shelter!” She nods.
Unfortunately, the rain picks up soon after we run. It’s a downpour! And we just know that our clothes are getting soaked, but can’t do much about it. Or see much around us. So we keep running in search of shelter.
Soon, however, I find a nearby rock wall with an opening. A cave! Thank god! I don’t even care if we get mauled by Beary Manilow in there; at least we’ll be dry. I turn to Claire and yell through the pouring rain. “Let’s go in that cave and wait this out!”
She wails. “Yes, please!”
And finally, we make it. With enough light coming in from outside to see our surroundings. I breathe a sigh of relief. And I hear Claire grumble beside me. “How humiliating. My clothes are soaking wet!”
I turn my head over to her. She has her back turned to me, and she’s wringing as much water as she can out of her t-shirt. I glance down. She’s right! Not only are our shorts and t-shirts soaking wet, I can see the outline of Claire’s bra.
I feel my shorts getting tight. Under normal circumstances, I very much enjoy seeing a girl’s bra. But I’m also shy and awkward around girls, so I rarely, if ever, see them. However, there’s a girl my age right in front of me. And I can see the way her bra straps curve up her back through her t-shirt, as well as the band near the middle of her back.
Suddenly, I hear Claire’s voice, breaking me out of my trance. “Dude, are you checking me out?! Now is not the time!” She has turned her head with an annoyed expression on her face.
I shake my head as though it’s an Etch A Sketch, then grin sheepishly at her. “Sorry, Claire. It’s been a trying day. And I didn’t expect to see… what I saw when I turned my head.”
Her expression softens. “It’s okay. I know it was an accident.” She gives me an understanding smile. “Just don’t make this… any weirder than it already is,” I promise.
I take a quick look at Claire. And notice that she’s shivering. Suddenly, I remember something important from my days in Boy Scouts. I heave a sigh. “Sorry, Claire. But it’s going to have to become weirder.” I shiver as I glance down at my own drenched t-shirt and shorts. “We need to remove our soaking wet clothes.”
Claire looks at me for a second before she understands. “R-right…” And unzips her shorts, revealing her white cotton panties. She sets her shorts on a nearby rock. She then grabs her t-shirt and lifts it above her head, revealing her matching bra. And sets her t-shirt beside her shorts.
I follow suit. And set my shorts and t-shirt on another nearby rock. I then look down and groan. I’m left standing in just my superhero boxers. Maybe it’s silly to worry about vanity at a time like this, but I wish I had picked out less nerdy underwear today. Especially considering who I’m showing them off to: a girl.
I hear Claire giggle, making me turn towards her. “I’m sorry… but those are adorable. Just don’t sling your webs at me, alright, Spidey?” I look away sheepishly. She then offers me a kind smile. “Look… it’s been a tense day. I have had nothing to laugh about in a while. And besides, it’s only fair that you look at me in my undies as well.” She stands proudly and puts her hands on her hips.
Is this for real? I take Claire’s offer and stare at her.
Claire looks angelic, with her blonde hair and cute, well-kept figure. I gulp. She’s wearing a matching white cotton bra and panties set. I focus my attention on her chest. Her soft breasts. She doesn’t have large breasts (maybe C cups?), but her bra perfectly lifts and supports them. Really, she couldn’t have picked a better-fitting bra. And the material on the cups looks so smooth and comfy.
I then take my gaze to her panties. There is an adorable ribbon on the waistband. Even the gusset looks cute in its simplicity. Mostly cotton, except for the lace edging. I know I shouldn’t be looking at Claire’s underwear, but when am I going to get another chance? Besides, she’s given me permission.
Claire’s laugh breaks me out of my trance, making me grin sheepishly. “Slow down there, tiger! These are just my boring, everyday undies!” She smiles. “But I appreciate your approval.” And then grins. “Both of yours.”
Oh, shit! Don’t tell me. I glance down. And gasp in horror, as I see my erection tenting in my boxers. I try to cover myself. “Sorry, Claire! I normally have better self-control than this.”
Claire gives me a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, Shawn. I figured it was bound to happen at some point.” She laughs. “Besides, I bet even the King of England struggled to keep it under control back in the day.”
I laugh as well. What a strange thought to bring up at a time like this!
A sudden crackle of thunder stops our laughter and makes us both jump. I then walk towards the entrance of the cave. It’s still pouring rain. I sigh out loud. “Well, I guess we’re stuck in here for the time being. And there’s no point in setting our clothes outside to dry.”
I feel Claire join me at the cave entrance. She groans. “You’re right. Goddammit! It might be hours before we can get our clothes dried!”
We just stand there and watch the rain for a few moments, before I hear Claire beside me say, “Fuck it!” Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Claire turn around and walk away from the entrance.
I turn around and watch as Claire’s cute panty-clad ass walks over to a slanted rock wall. She leans her back against it. And then tells me something I’ll never forget, “I don’t know about you, but I really need to get myself off. And I don’t think I can wait until I get back home.”
My jaw just about hits the floor. I walk closer to her and say, “W-what?!”
She gives me a mischievous look, “You heard me. Rub one out, masturbate, etc.” She shoots me a shit-eating grin. “And don’t pretend that you don’t need some relief as well, mister tent-in-his-boxers.”
I glance down, and sure enough, my erection is making itself known. I grin sheepishly. She has me there! I look back to her and say, “But that’s me, though. Why do you need to?”
She laughs and says, “It’s pouring rain out, and we’re stuck in a cave… wearing just our underwear.” She smiles. “That’s kind of sexy and romantic, don’t you think? It’s like we’re on a date.”
Who can resist that smile? I smile back at her. I lean back against the rock wall beside Claire and say to her, “Ready when you are.”
I watch in fascination as Claire brings her hands up to her bra straps. She tantalizingly slides each one off her shoulders. And then lowers her hands. And pulls the cups down, exposing her beautiful boobs. They’re perfectly round and soft, with large areolas.
She looks over to me and says. “Like my girls?” I nod with enthusiasm. She grasps the bottom of her left breast and jiggles it playfully in her palm. “This is how I’d want you to handle them… if we were in my bedroom.” She then evidently tries to keep a straight face as she says, “And if that happens… would you call me… Areola Grande?” She then cracks up at her own joke.
I can’t stop myself from bursting out laughing as well, “Damn! That is terrible. And here I thought I was the pungeon master!” The cave echoes with our laughter.
After we both calm down, Claire resumes rubbing her breast. I watch as her boobs jiggle around. And feel my cock press right against my boxers. As I watch her, I purposely move my hand past my waistband. My boxers are getting wet! And I feel around until I grasp my hard cock.
Claire then looks at what I’m doing and whimpers, “Oh god.” She moans, “If you keep doing that, I’m going to flood my undies.” And with that, she moves her hand into her own underwear. And feels around until her fingers are deep in her gusset.
I move my head to look at her, as she moves her head to look at me. Then, with a hungry look in her eyes and a husky voice, she says, “I’m going to cum!”
I respond with an equally husky voice, “Me too!”
And cum we do. We vocalize our pleasure, as we both share one mind-meltingly amazing climax after another. Our moans and cries of ecstasy echo through the cave. I grind my back into the rock wall; it’s all I can do to keep from falling over.
And finally, we stop.
I pull my hand out of my boxers, and Claire removes a hand from her breast. Then removes her other from inside her panties.
We just stay there for several moments and recover from our orgasms. We catch our breaths, before looking at our sweaty faces, each other’s eyes. And start giggling.
Between fits of laughter, I say, “Congrats, partner! That was some release party, huh?”
Claire nods her head and smiles, “Hell yes! You don’t know how long I’ve needed to do that.” She then glances at the state of both of our underwear and giggles, “And I daresay that our underwear is going to be out of commission for the time being.”
I glance down at my boxers and laugh. She’s right! There is a large wet spot on my boxers that was definitely not there before. I then glance over to Claire and grin sheepishly. I can see Claire’s sweat glistening off her exposed breasts as they rise and fall with each breath.
I then watch Claire as she gingerly gets herself to her feet. And I stand up to join her, despite my own rubbery legs making it a challenge.
She smiles at me before suddenly remembering her disheveled state. “Oh… pardon me!” She says with a sheepish grin.
I watch Claire, as she returns her bra straps to her shoulders. She then pulls her cups over her breasts. And that’s not all. Claire winks at me, before moving one hand down the front of her bra. And pulls her boob inward, so it fills the cup. She then does the same with her other boob. Satisfied, she then playfully slaps her bra-clad breasts and says, “There! Good as new!”
A crackle of thunder brings our attention back to the rain. We glance out the cave opening, and realize it hasn’t let up once since it started. And it’s now getting dark. I report, “Well, it looks as though we’re not getting out of here soon.”
Claire yawns, and stretches her arms, “What a day! I don’t know about you, but I’m wiped. I’m going to hit the hay… er, I mean, the ground.”
I yawn and stretch as well. And nod, “Ditto. Goodnight, Claire.”
Claire lowers herself to the ground and rests her back against the wall. She then looks up at me and says, “Goodnight, Shawn.”
I lower myself to the ground and rest my back against the wall near her. And shut my eyes.
Before I open them again.
I hear Claire’s teeth chattering, followed by her cough. Which causes me to raise my head up and notice that Claire is shivering in a ball on the ground. This could actually get dangerous.
I rub my temples. This is a tough situation. On one hand, I made a promise to Claire that I wouldn’t make things creepy between us. But it’s getting colder fast. And, while I’m cold, Claire is clearly feeling it more. I don’t want her to catch a cold, or worse.
I sigh, before calling out. “Hey… Claire. Sorry for what I’m about to say… but I think we need to cuddle.”
Claire quickly turns over to face me with a shocked and annoyed face. Her breasts jiggle in her bra cups. “W-what?! And what makes you think I’d be okay with doing that?!”
I give her a serious look. “I mean it. We aren’t much drier than we were earlier, and it’s only going to get colder. We need to maintain our body temperature…” I look away sheepishly. “To avoid catching… hypothermia.”
Claire heaves a sigh. And says, “I guess you’re right.” She nervously glances around before looking back at me. “Since it was your idea, why don’t you come over here? Just don’t get any weird ideas.” I promise.
I take a deep breath, knowing what I’m about to do. And stand up. I brush off whatever dirt I still have clinging to my damp boxers. It may seem silly to worry about this, but I don’t want to gross her out any more than I already have.
I heave a sigh. “Here I come.”
And bring myself to the ground beside Claire. Before shifting myself closer to her half-naked body. And after a few seconds, I feel the back clasp of her bra against my bare skin. As well as our underwear touching. Oh god! This is every young man’s dream; right here.
Even though both of us are wearing underwear, I shift myself slightly. To reduce the chances of my erection poking Claire.
I hear her breathing beside me, and ask her. “You good?” I feel her nod. “Alright, let’s try to catch some sleep.”
Claire yawns. “Goodnight, Shawn.”
I return with a, “Goodnight, Claire.”
We lay there for a few minutes, cuddling. And keeping each other warm, while pressing up against each other. But then I feel Claire’s body vibrating. At first, I think she might be cold again, but then I hear unmistakable giggling. What is going on?
Even though I can’t see her mouth, I feel her smile. “You know, for an inexperienced guy, you are pretty smooth.” She pats my thigh. “Even though I know you were mainly looking out for our health, that ‘hypothermia’ line was a stroke of genius.” She giggles. “Who knew that a Boy Scout had such a sexual side?”
I feel my face growing hot, but I can’t stop grinning. “I guess you bring it out of me.” My fingers brush the lace edge of her panties.
Claire giggles as she snuggles in closer. The damp cotton of her panties brushes against my boxers. “As often as you want, Spidey. Now shut up and keep me warm.”
