Claire rode with Jason, Julia with me, and we planned on meeting up at our house. It was clear things had changed, even without discussing it we knew that Claire would live with Jason and Julia would move her things to my house. That arrangement went for three months until we began talking about selling one of the houses.
Jason and Julia’s was in Pacific Palisades and had a pool, a diving board, five bedrooms and a recreation room, so we put my house on the market and it sold within the week. We moved into two bedrooms, used one for an office, one for storage, and one for guests, unless they also needed the storage room, then we would clear off the bed.
When Carlos, Jordan, and Carson came to visit from Berkeley, they only used one room and all crammed into one bed. The storage room was used for their luggage, and we spent most of the time they were with us in the recreation room playing cards, strip poker on two occasions where instead of getting naked, which we already were, the winner got the loser’s girl, although that definition varied with the day of the week.
We had become fast friends, and the three women even played together in one big king-sized bed in Jason’s room, doing whatever women did together to pleasure one another. The second night they were with us we began talking about a two week backpack trip to Desolation Wilderness near Tahoe. I am not sure who proposed it first, but the idea began to grow and within a couple of days it was a plan, needing only dates, gear, and firm commitments from all of us, which came quickly on the third night. We decided to hike in, establish a base camp, then take side trips off for a day or two in all directions.
It is an area dotted with lakes to swim in, fish for lake trout, and sun bathe around, all in the nude. Most of the hiking we decided would be in the buff, There would be rock faces to climb, trails to explore, and three women to make love to. It excited us all to think about and plan.
We decided on going in June, because it would be warm but not as hot as July or August, and we agreed to meet at the trailhead on the tenth of the month. Where we decided to make base camp there was a hot springs near by, a small lake for fishing, and trails in all directions to interesting places.
After setting up our base camp, we decided to go off in three directions, with Jason and Claire going off on the northern trail; Julia and I going west; and Carlos, Jordan, and Carter going on the eastern trail. We would return to base camp in two days and decide whether to stay at the base camp or go on to whatever was found that seemed most interesting.
There was a couple camping near our base camp and they said they would watch our stuff for us. Bruce and Marcy were camping with their two kids and told us they had no problem with our nudity, and they agreed to watch our camp for us while we were gone. They were nudists and raised their kids that way.
When we got back the others hadn’t arrived yet. Julia and I started a fire, cut some wood, and started dinner. We had a stringer full of good sized trout and a pack of freeze dried dinners. Between the fish and the camp dinners we had enough for everyone, although we knew the others might come back with fish as well.
About an hour later Jason and Claire came in, then thirty minutes later the last three arrived. Both groups had fish as well, so as we ate we told each other about what we had found. Jason and Claire were most enthusiastic about the lake they’d found with a waterfall, a diving rock and deep water, and there was a nice beach there with a hot springs close.
It seemed to be better than what Julia and I had found and what our polyamorous friends had come across. We agreed to break camp and hike to the spot Claire and Jason had discovered. By noon we had broken camp and we’re heading north along the trail using our walking sticks and hiking naked along the path.
At five we reached the spot they had found: a small lake, a waterfall, a hot springs close by, and a great sandy beach at the edge of the lake. We found a spot near some oak trees and pitched our tents near an old fire pit. Carlos, Jordan, and Carter had a much larger teepee type of tent, where the rest of us just had smaller dome tents, two person.
The bear didn’t show himself until just before dinner. It probably was a ‘herself’ but we weren’t looking that closely or caring, but we knew that a female with cubs was probably more of a problem. Carter went right on out after it with a pan and a large spoon, but it didn’t immediately run away like all the others had. It stood its ground, even moved towards us, which made us want to climb trees, except that bears can climb even better than us.
It watched us for a while, then strolled off toward the mountains. The next morning Julia and I heard talking outside our tent, excited talking. We climbed out of our tent to find the bear in the tree directly over our tent. For two hours we spent time trying to shoo it out of the tree. About noon it scooted down the tree and scampered off.
After the bear finally left the three women went into the teepee tent. “I think it’s some kind of female bonding thing,” said Carlos.
“Bonding my ass,” Jason said. “They’re eating pussy in there,” he said.
“This has been the sexiest trip I think I have ever been on,” said Carter. “There has been more fucking in these mountains than even in the hippie camps back in the day.”
“You weren’t even born in the ‘day,'” said Carlos.
“Yeah, but I read, and have seen movies,” he said with a smile.
“This has been one sexy fucking trip, all right,” I said as I walked behind Claire as we hiked out on the fourteenth day toward the trailhead.
“That it has,” she said looking back over her shoulder, “and one sexy fucking life, if you ask me.”
“That it has,” I said out loud. “That it has.”
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