As we sat down to eat the big ranch breakfast Sue had made that morning, Joe’s suspicious look was hard to ignore. He was eyeing Beth and me, and I felt like he could see right through me. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I tried my best to act normal and carry on with the meal, but I couldn’t help feeling guilty. Joe was my best friend, and I didn’t want to betray his trust. The silence at the table was palpable, and I could feel the tension building up. Beth tried to break the ice by talking about her classes at college, but her efforts seemed futile. Joe remained quiet and continued to give me suspicious looks. I wondered if he knew what had happened the night before. As we finished up breakfast, Joe got up from the table and hobbled back to his room with the help of crutches. Beth and Sue started to clean up, but I stayed behind, lost in my thoughts. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I had done something wrong. After a few moments, Beth came up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” she asked, looking at me with concern. I hesitated for a moment before replying. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound convincing. Beth gave me a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry too much about Joe. He’s just going through a lot right now with his leg and everything. He will come around.” I nodded, feeling relieved that she was there to comfort me. But my mind kept wandering back to the guilt I felt for what had happened the night before. I couldn’t shake it off, no matter how hard I tried. It was probably my Catholic upbringing. We are the kings of guilt.
A few days later Beth and I rode out to check on the cattle in the mountain pasture. It was a peaceful morning with birds singing and the cool, crisp air in our faces. As we started getting near I could tell something was dead because the buzzards were circling overhead. When rounded a bend in the trail and rode into a meadow, we saw what it was: a dead calf, its body partially eaten.
At first, we didn’t know what had killed it, but then we saw the bear tracks. Grizzly bears have long been extinct in California and it is not very common for black bears to kill cattle. When they develop a taste for them though, it is a problem. We knew we had to get back to the ranch and tell Sue. We didn’t want to alarm her, but we had to let her know that a bear was on the prowl and killing the cattle. We rode back to the ranch as fast as we could, and when we arrived, we found Sue outside doing chores. Sue told us that we would have to camp out up at the mountain pasture and guard the cattle. After finishing packing our saddle bags, we decided it was best to leave first thing in the morning. We didn’t want to risk traveling in the dark or arriving too late to set up camp before nightfall. Sue agreed even though it was a risk of leaving the cattle unguarded for the night.
That night, we went to bed early, eager to get a good night’s sleep before our early departure. I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous about the bear and the task at hand. Beth noticed my unease and comforted me, assuring me that we were prepared and capable of handling whatever came our way. As I lay in bed, I thought about the adventure ahead of us. It was thrilling to be facing the challenge of protecting the cattle and the ranch, and doing it with Beth by my side made it even more exciting. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be spending my summer on this ranch and experiencing all of these incredible moments.
Before I knew it, morning had arrived, and it was time to embark on our journey to the mountain pasture. We gathered our horses, grabbed our rifles and set off, eager to face the day. The sun had just risen as we rode up to the mountain pasture, our horses carrying our saddle bags filled with supplies for our camp. The air was crisp and cool, a welcome relief from the heat of the valley. As we rode higher, the views became more breathtaking. The meadow next to the mountain lake was surrounded by wildflowers of all colors, and the mountains in the distance were still snow-capped. We picked a spot to set up camp that was sheltered by some trees, but still had a clear view of the lake and the meadow. Beth and I worked together to set up the tent and build a fire pit. We gathered some firewood and started a fire, enjoying the warmth and comfort it provided. We then unpacked our saddle bags and set up camp chairs by the fire.
As we sat by the fire, we took in the stunning view in front of us. The lake was crystal clear as if untouched by man. The mountains were majestic, and I felt small in comparison. The sky was so clear that we could see for miles, and the colors of the sunrise were reflected in the water. “This is amazing,” I said to Beth, as I took in the view. “I know,” she replied. “I love coming up here. It’s so peaceful.” We sat there in silence for a while, just enjoying the beauty around us. As the day wore on, we explored the area around the lake, taking in the stunning views and the wildlife. We saw deer and other wildlife. The sun was beating down on us, and the cool water of the lake beckoned. I could feel the sweat on my back and could tell Beth was feeling the same. We looked at each other and nodded silently, both understanding what the other was thinking. She stood up and started undressing. I stood petrified. I was about to see the crush of my life naked. I had seen bits of casual nudity spying on cousins and other family exposures growing up and had seen some fuck mags at school that friends had swiped (this was before the days of the internet being prevalent) but that was different. She kicked her boots off, then turned around and started to peel her Wranglers off looking back over her shoulder at me with a playful grin. She slid them off and was wearing lavender boy short type panties. She turned to face me. I was still frozen in place just staring. I could not believe this was happening so casually. She laughed and said something about how I needed to hurry up, get my shit off, and get in the cold water before I made a mess in my pants. She unsnapped her shirt revealing a plain sports bra underneath. That quickly came off and I saw those 32B gravity defying 20 year old tits in all their glory for the first time. She then dropped her panties and she was smooth except for a neatly trimmed patch just above her slit. I was feeling super self conscious as I had never been naked with a girl before much less with a raging hard on. I quickly stripped off, dove in and swam a few strokes before coming up for air. Beth followed, and soon we were both splashing around like kids. The water was refreshing and invigorating. I was still mesmerized by her perfect body but the setting was so casual I got comfortable with the situation pretty quickly. Maybe it was the cold water or maybe it was just being relaxed but my dick softened up. We swam out to the middle of the lake, and I floated on my back, gazing up at the cloudless sky.
After a while, we swam back to the shore and climbed onto a flat rock to sun ourselves. We lay there, side by side, without speaking for a few moments, basking in the warmth of the sun. As I looked up at the sky, I noticed an eagle circling overhead, its wings spread wide as it rode the thermals. It was a majestic sight, and I couldn’t help but feel in awe of the natural world around us.
As we laid there, I couldn’t help but notice how stunning she looked in the sunlight. Her hair was damp from the water and her skin was glowing. She had goose bumps on her youthful boobs and her nipples were rock hard. I couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss her she kissed me back passionately. We continued to kiss as we held each other tightly, and I felt as though I was on top of the world. In that moment, nothing else mattered. In seconds I was hard again. I nervously let my hands explore her body. I wanted badly to feel those magnificent boobs but was not sure if I could get away with it. I was so naïve. I tried to make it seem like an accident and quickly brushed her right tit. I did not fool her for a second because she took my hand and cupped it over her right boob. I just let it sit there for a second savoring the moment before squeezing gently. Fuck yeah… I had finally made it to second base. We continued to kiss while I felt her up. Eventually, we pulled away from each other, panting and smiling.
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing, occasionally stealing kisses. As the sun began to set, we started to get things ready for the night. As the camp fire grew, we huddled close to it, feeling its warmth on our skin. Beth handed me a can of beans she had warmed by the fire, and we took turns eating straight from the can. We talked about our plans for the future, about college, and about what it would be like to run our own ranches someday. As the night grew darker, the stars began to twinkle above us, and we fell into a comfortable silence. I could hear the gentle sound of the lake lapping against the shore, and the distant hoot of an owl. I couldn’t help but steal another glance at Beth, who was looking up at the stars with a dreamy expression on her face. Suddenly, Beth turned to me and leaned in for a kiss. I quickly melted into her embrace, feeling her soft lips on mine. We kissed passionately for a few minutes, wrapped up in the moment.
Eventually, we crawled into the tent to settle down for the night, cuddled up next to each other kissing and embracing. I did not yet know, my life was about to change forever. I was about to make it to home base. We had zipped our sleeping bags together. We were both wearing flannel PJ’s. As our kissing intensified, I felt her reach into my pants and grab my dick which was already hard. I had never been touched like that before. The feeling was like nothing I knew. She started sliding her grip up and down. I am embarrassed to say, I think I only lasted about 20 seconds before shooting my load. Beth started laughing and said, “Now look, you made a fucking mess. Now I am going to have to get you out of those things.” The next couple minutes were a blur. The next thing I knew, we were both naked in the combined sleeping bag. We were making out passionately and I was starting to get hard again. I was feeling her up and getting bolder. My hands groped her firm ass and eventually found their way to her amazing pussy I would come to love. I remember being surprised at the dampness. I remember my first thought wondering if the dampness was from piss. I knew so little about the female anatomy at the time. I pushed the thought out of my head and kept doing what felt natural. For that moment, time stood still. It is still a bit of a blur. The next thing I knew, she laying on me kissing and straddling me. She was quite a bit shorter than I am and I vaguely remember her pussy being above my abdomen and my dick touching her legs. I remember the feeling of my dick against her legs because it felt amazing but nothing like what was to come. She reached down and took hold of my dick and started to slide down never breaking our kiss. She positioned me right and slowly slid down onto my shaft. Slowly. Tenderly. She then worked up and down on me. The feeling was out of this world. I remember feeling the warmth, softness, slipperiness, and the gentle pressure. Having climaxed about 20 minutes earlier, I lasted a bit longer this time but not that long. It was probably only five to ten minutes before I erupted deep in her. She continued to grind on my softening dick until I was completely done. I started to say something but she put a finger on my lips and shushed me. She rolled off me and we cuddled in silence. To this date, it was a top five most amazing days of my life. The sound of the fire crackling outside was a soothing lullaby as we drifted off to sleep.
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