Mike claimed that the walk we were doing today was a stroll in the park. What a joker! It was a short drive to Ambleside, which is a few miles North of Windermere at the head of the lake. Once we parked, he showed us where our walk began: up a steep track. “Honestly,” he said, “The views at the top are magnificent. You won’t be disappointed.”
If I hadn’t spent so much of the previous day wet and naked, I might have enjoyed the walk more but the sun was out and there was hardly a cloud in the sky, so at least I was warm. We followed the steep track until we came to a step stile set into a wall to our left. Then we followed a trail (no less steep) up through a field and past another dry stone wall. There, the terrain flattened out a little and Mike pointed out where we needed to go.
“Just up there,” He said. “We’ve broken the back of the walk now.”
“Thank God,” panted Jen. My sentiments exactly. Looking back on it, the remaining climb really wasn’t that bad, and from the rocky outcrop at the top, the views down to Ambleside, and its Roman fort as well as the magnificent view down the lake were worth it--but neither Jen nor I were about to let on to Mike and Saul. Lisa (we told Blackthorn she was having the day off) was quiet and apparently much fitter than me or Jen.
We all sat down to admire the view. Because we had set off so early, we were the only people there. Later on, in an hour or two, there’d be many more hikers taking in that same view, according to Mike. Saul got out his camera and took a picture of the view down the lake. Then he invited me, Jen and Lisa to have our pictures taken. He took one or two and then Jen, in playful mood, pulled up her fleece, T-shirt and bra. “Well, if you won’t stop taking pictures, let’s give you a more interesting subject.”
Saul was only too happy to oblige. “Come on girls,” said Jen. “Going to join me?” Lisa looked a little wary and stepped away from us. But I unzipped my top, and pulled up my bra giving Saul a nice big smile for his flashing snap.
“Come on,” said Mike. There’s somewhere else I want to show you. We retraced our steps back down our final assent, and then Mike lead us the short distance to a tarn--the Cumbrian word meaning small lake--it had a small island in the middle. “Fancy a swim?”
Jen was in a sarcastic mood, “Oh no!” she said, “And I forgot to bring my swimming costume.”
Mike laughed, and pulled his shirt over his head. “No worries,” He replied as he pulled off his boots. “So did I.”
“I thought as much.” said Jen.
Saul joined in and started to take his clothes off too, but Lisa and I were the slowest. “Last one to the island is a rotten egg,” called out Mike just before jumping in to the waist high water.
Jen was just jumping in when I turned to Lisa and Saul. “Grab their clothes.” I whispered. We gathered all their clothes and boots as quickly as we could and ran.
“Hey,” shouted Mike. “Come back.” But given how they had treated me, he must have known that was unlikely.
“Bitch,” shouted Jen as we started running down the hill.
When we were out of sight of the two of them Lisa, who was slightly ahead of me and Saul, slowed to a walk. I slowed down too and she turned to me, “Will they be all right?”
“Heh. Not sure they worried too much about me when they left me tied to a tree the night before last. They should have seen this coming.” I grinned broadly at her, but in response, her smile was a little more reluctant. I turned to Saul, “You’ll get your comeuppance another time.”
He looked worried.
We carried on down the hill; I smiled to myself as I realised how little cover they would have--much more open space between themselves and the car than I had to deal with on my way back to the hotel. When we got back to Mike’s car, I stuffed the clothes onto the back seat. Making sure that no one but Saul and Lisa saw me, I put the car keys on top of the driver’s side front tyre. If they made it this far without the police getting involved, and saw their clothes in the car, maybe they’d look for the keys.
...ooOoo…
Lisa, Saul and I walked on into Ambleside and found a lovely little tea shop where we had something to eat (it was too early for lunch) and a nice cup of tea. If we were leaving the car for Mike and Jen, we needed to decide what we were going to do.
“They might wait for dark before they try to get down the hill,” Saul suggested.
“Perhaps. But I think they’re going to have to get out of the tarn soon, or they’ll freeze their arses off.”
“They must already be out, or they’ll be blue with cold,” agreed Lisa. She took a sip of her tea, and Saul did likewise. I broke a piece of cake off and popped it into my mouth with a smile.
Lisa smiled back. “Nicki was very cold when she got back to the hotel yesterday, you know. Very cold.”
I nodded, looking sternly at Saul. I was enjoying making him feel uncomfortable. I reached under the table and patted him on the knee. He really wasn’t expecting it, so it made him jump.
“So! Lisa!” I said. “What did you think of what I did to Mr Bastard Blackthorn yesterday? I bet he’s not been fucked in the arse before.” Though I addressed Lisa, my eyes didn’t leave Saul. He shuffled in his seat and I gave his knee a squeeze.
“What are you so nervous about, lover?” I asked, with a smirk.
Saul just cleared his throat, but Lisa replied: “It was certainly humiliating for him--but I think that was because he had an audience. When it comes to a bit of arse-play, I think he actually quite enjoyed it.”
“Mmm. I think you might be right. What do you think Saul?”
He just shrugged, still looking very uncomfortable. I broke off another piece of cake and ate it slowly. I was enjoying myself. After another sip of tea, I gave Saul’s leg another squeeze, and then slid my hand up his thigh. He shuddered. We were at a square table, with Saul in the middle--Lisa and I sitting opposite one another. “Ooh Lisa. Feel how firm Saul’s thighs are.”
With a smile, she slipped her hand under the table and gave his other thigh a squeeze. “See what I mean?”
She nodded and smiled.
My hand slid further up his leg and came to rest on a significant bulge at his crotch. “Oh my,” I whispered, “Guess what I’ve found.” I stuck the tip of my tongue out between my teeth. Lisa leaned forward and her fingers brushed mine as she found the same bulge in the top of Saul’s trousers. She and I exchanged smiles. Saul had gone strangely quiet.
I fumbled one handedly for his zip, and slid it down. I slipped my hand inside and fished out his semi-hard penis. It was a real handful. Lisa withdrew her hand a little when she first made contact with Saul’s cock, but then her curiosity got the better of her and she wrapped her hand around his growing member. With her hand and mine both wrapped around his pole we had its length covered, but only just. Sweat was breaking out on his shiny black forehead.
Lisa and I exchanged smiles. “I’m impressed,” I said.
“Me too.”
Saul shuddered when I slipped my hand into his flies and cradled his balls in my hands. I could feel that Lisa was now stroking his cock under the table. I glanced around the tea shop. No one else would notice what we were doing as long as we didn’t draw too much attention to ourselves. We just appeared to be chatting in whispers as we leant forward across the table.
I gave Saul’s lovely, hairless balls a squeeze, which made him jump. His knee came up and hit the underside of the table, spilling a little of my tea. “Tut, tut,” I said. “That was careless, wasn’t it?”
I’m sure Lisa was still stroking Saul’s cock, but I released his balls, and mopped up the spilt tea with a napkin. “What are we going to do?” I whispered to Lisa. “I don’t think that will fit back in his trousers now.”
She smiled, biting her lip.