She's a naive, innocent younger woman on a camping trip with her best friend.
Four huge, alpha Men of the House happen to be rock-climbing nearby.
She's too tiny and tight for them...
But, when they're finished Taking her, she may decide that she never wants to leave ;)
I can’t help but stop and stare.
I watch transfixed as huge men with bulging muscles clash with stone, lunging out with long limbs for any grooves they can find.
The forest is dim and cool today.
But, as I look out at the trees, I notice how their outer branches catch the silver sunrays and imagine that they’re probably pretty warm.
I don’t know. I guess I’m just trying to distract myself.
I don’t like to gawk….
I’ve been sitting here on a tree log, beside a very sad excuse for a campfire that my friend and me, Meagan, made.
I can’t stop watching those four men scale one enormous boulder after another.
Sweat drenches their bare backs under the oppressively hot sun.
They don’t seem to mind, though. They seem to like it.
For some reason, I keep imagining my own tiny body replacing that rock they are climbing.
Would they enjoy reaching and grasping at my peaks instead? Just how much would they like it?
It’s a tame yet disturbing fantasy. I’m just not that kind of girl.
I’ve been best friends with Meagan since we met back in daycare when we were two years old. And, I’m the one who always keeps her nympho-level horniness in check.
I’m the good girl that she can always count on to think with her brain instead of her girl parts.
After another ten minutes or so, Meagan returns from taking selfies beside the lake about twenty yards behind us, through a thick cluster of pine trees.
