Big Bend Games – Part 1
The sun was hot, the breeze light, as I set off from the Hot Springs to walk along the Rio Grande to the Cottonwood campground in Rio Grande Village. I love this part of Texas, right down on the border, with glorious mountains as well as such a variety of plant, bird and animal life, and had met up with Jim, a mate from when he worked with me in London, though now back in his home town of Austin.
I’d left him in the Hot Springs, and was tempted to stay there myself, as there were a couple of good looking women splashing about in the pool area in the river. I wanted, however, to see more of the river so set off, leaving most of my things with Jim, just wearing a light t-shirt and shorts, and a light pack with some food and of course water. It was a great hike, the blue sky and the limestone hills and valleys all threaded through by the blue-green of the Rio Grande itself.
I’d taken the higher route as this was well marked out, and gave some glorious views. I reached the campground in good time, and found a spare table where I unpacked my food and drink, in the cool shade of a cottonwood tree. As I sat there eating a sandwich, I was approached by a couple of young women, who asked if they could share the table space. “Of course,” I said, and they started to get out their own meal.
Jo was the taller and slimmer of the two, dark haired, and with a slim almost androgynous figure, wearing just shorts and a white linen blouse, with tight but rather small breasts which didn’t seem to need a bra, judging from the appearance of her nipples against the linen cloth.
Pat was the opposite, shorter, maybe about 5’2 compared with Jo’s 5’ 10, plump but in a good way, firm flesh, and a bust that was truly awe inspiring. They must have been at least 42DD, and she did enjoy showing them off, as she was wearing a low cut t-shirt, and a bra that must have been a wonder of engineering as it pushed her full breasts up so that most of the upper part was in evidence.
I think they had decided that they were going to tease me, so didn’t say much, but somehow, whenever I looked at them, Pat’s boobs were always pushed forwards, or she was bending down to display them hanging down, almost totally visible. I was glad that I was sitting on the other side of the table to the, as my cock was hard and pushing out the front of my shorts in no uncertain way.
I asked Jo what they were doing here, and they said they were students at Sul Ross University in Alpine, and were National Park volunteers, so had been in the Big Bend National Park for a couple of months. “It’s a big place,” I said, “and I’m surprised that you would want to cut yourself off from most of civilisation at your age.”
“Yes, it’s different,” Pat said, but looking at Jo, said that there were compensations. I got the idea that they were very good friends, if not long term lovers, just from the looks and responses they gave. Fine, I thought, they certainly would have time on their hands and time to play.
They asked what an Englishman was doing in that part of Texas, and I said that it was one of my favourite parts of the world, that I had visited a few years ago in a long weekend between business meetings in Austin, and I had always meant to return. I loved the hiking, and the total sense of isolation that you could get.
“Where are you going to next?” Jo asked.
“Well, back to Hot Springs from where I walked this morning, but this time I want to take the river path, if I can find it, rather than the better marked higher path I followed on the way here.”
"I’ve never done that,” she said, “would you mind if we came along too?”
“ Of course you can,” I said, and so after we had finished our lunches, we set off on the 4 mile hike. Maybe we should have waited a while, as the sun was really hot by now and the path not well marked, so we made fairly slow progress. After about an hour or so, I was dripping, and the girls didn’t look much better, so when we rounded a bend and saw a surprisingly clear pool, fed by the river, there was an almost unanimous call of “swim”.
I didn’t hang around and got out of my shoes and sock very quickly, then my trousers and t shirt, retaining only my boxers and with a rather big splash I was in and luxuriating in the cool water. I heard two more splashes and looking round saw the girls’ heads rising from the water. “Great, isn’t it?” Jo called, and dived under to grab Pat’s feet, showing to my surprise a naked bottom as she did so.
Both girls made a beeline for me, and it was immediately obvious that neither of them had kept any clothing on, and when they saw that I had, they made it their immediate task to take remedy that. Thrashing around in the water, they cornered me and Jo hooked her fingers in the top of my boxers and pulled them down.
The sight and contact of their naked bodies had given me an erection, so as they pulled down the offending garment, they encountered a little difficulty as they did so. “Oh! Looky here,” said Jo, at which Pat giggled mischievously and grabbed my cock in her hands, and tipped me onto my back so that Jo could rid herself of my shorts. So there I floated, my cock standing to attention, with one lovely girl holding onto it while the other stood at my feet with a smile on her face.
Jo threw my boxers onto the path, and pointing to a small patch of green, said, "Let’s go there."
The green patch was an area of soft grass, luckily devoid of spiny cactus, and as we scampered across the burning hot stones to it, my visual feast carried on, watching the twin orbs of Pat’s ass rotating as she ran. I easily overtook her, and had just sat down when her hand grabbed me again.
“That’s better," she said, “I thought I’d lost you there.”
“B..but...” I stammered, “I thought that you and Jo were an item.”
“Yes, we are,” she said, “but we don’t mind a good bit of meat now and again, and from the feel of this," rubbing her thumb over the tip of my cock, "this bit of meat looks pretty tasty.”
So saying she bent down and took the head of my cock into her mouth. Jo came round and pushed me back, then straddled me, her shaven pussy inches from my face. I raised my hands and clasped her bum, feeling her slim, tight and muscular cheeks, and extending my tongue brought her closer so that I could start to lick her pussy lips. Slowly I licked and sucked each lip, before pushing them apart and licking inside her lips.
She tasted lovely, sweet and slightly musty, and as I enjoy doing this so much, I was in heaven, well doubly so as my cock was deep in Pat’s mouth, her tongue working nicely around me. Her hands squeeze and stroked my balls, and just occasionally ventured to stroke my asshole, teasing strokes that made me clench my buttocks and try to trap her finger. She easily escaped and I could feel her giggle on my cock, itself a lovely feeling, but the next time she went to stroke me there, she pressed harder and slipped in a finger.