We were walking from pub to pub, had no intention of using the sleeping bags but I insisted I did not want to be trapped on a mountain side.
It was Tuesday when it happened, whiteout. Call it fog or low cloud. It is dangerous when you can't see 5 ft and there are long drops. We knew there was a bothy not far. All we had to do was find it and wait for the weather to clear. As we headed for where we thought it was we saw two figures. As we got closer we discovered two women about our age. They wanted to know the way down to the village but we talked them into holding up with us. We hoped the weather would clear before long.
We introduced ourselves, Clive, Roger, Carol and Helen. The ladies were worried when we pulled water from the little beck, but we were high up the mountain and we boiled the water. Helen looked at the coffee suspiciously but drank it. Time was getting on so we added some hot water to some dehydrated packets. We took turns with forks and spoons eating out of the packets.
It was beginning to get dark and the weather was not clearing. It was time to think about sleeping. There were two beds with thin rubber mats. We had our sleeping bags but the ladies did not.
We offered to share our sleeping bags, but they declined. I started to strip off, "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready for bed."
They turned around. Clive kept his y fronts on, I never. The cold damp air crept into the cabin but I found it OK in the sleeping bag.
"It's cold." Helen said.
"You can get in here with me."
There were some whispers and Helen announced "OK but no funny business."
I could see two figures stripping in the almost dark cabin.
Helen climbed into bed dressed in a bra and panties. I reached over her.
"What are you doing?"
"Closing the zip."
"O OK." We were nose to nose, she riggelled and turned over, we were laying as spoons in a drawer. "Do you have to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Put that thing on my back."
"Take it as a compliment."
There were noises from the other bed. "Are they doing it?" Helen whispered so quietly I could hardly hear.
"Yes." I replied, as quietly.
Helen riggelled around again. She held that thing that was in her back. I opened her bra and took a handful. We kissed, I pulled her panties aside and slipped the thing she was complaining about into her, she was not complaining anymore. It was difficult to move so I ground her shaved pussy more than banged her. She stuck her tongue in my ear, panted and bit my ear as she came. I was not finished with her and kept grinding till I came flooding her.
Carol whispered as if her parents were in the next room. "Have you done it?"
"Yes, haven't you?" Helen replied just as fearful of someone hearing.
"No."
Soon there were noises from the other bed. It was the first time I have had sex in a room with others and I was hard again, I did not waste it. She was sloppy and I knew the sleeping bag was getting wet. Helen came again biting my other ear. I made a mental note to avoid missionary. I refilled her.
"Where is the toilet?" Helen asked.
I rummaged for my torch, pointed it at the spade by the door and told her not to dig too close to the stream. Helen unzipped the bag and stood in the torchlight pulling her panties off and putting her coat on. She had a good figure to look at as well as feel. Carol went with her.
"How was your's." Clive asked then added something about butter and a good fuck.
"They are very pleasant."
They came back shining the torch in my eyes as they came back to bed. "Helen?" I asked as she climbed back into bed, she was freezing. She snuggled in and I did my best to warm her.
"Carol." She confirmed my suspicion. My cock hardened. We did not zip the bag up. There was more room to move. Every time I raised my ass cold air rushed into the bag, but her body was soon hot, so was I. She came just before me. "You're the best." She told me as we lay together in the bag. We fell asleep.
In the morning I woke to a hand on my hard cock, we were spooning. Carol guided to her back hole and I accepted the invitation. I eased into her and her hand reached back to pull my buttock to her. I filled her. I deflated and she turned around. It was still dark,there were noises from the other bed. Clive complained of a bite.
As light came we made porridge with water. The whiteout hung around for 2 more hours. We washed in the little bowl of lukewarm water. It was strangely arousing watching them wash our deposits from between their legs. Then washing our cocks. Carol gave me a blow job, I guess Helen felt obliged to give Clive one.
We walked down to the village. The innkeeper was glad to see the girls as they did not sleep in their room.
The next five days we spent walking, shagging in the more remote hills and in bed at night. The beds in the inn were far more comfortable. We swapped back and forth I kept Helen away from my ears. We kept in touch, we met twice more the following two years. The last time was a villa in the sun. That year Clive got mad that Helen slipped away and got fucked. I suddenly got an email from Carol, so all this came back and I am off for a weekend just the two of us.
