Sex on ice

It was a tough climb up to the base camp at Joker Lake. First a four mile hike on an old logging road now covered with wind blown trees and washouts, and then a 4000 foot vertical climb up a bare rock face with just enough rocky soil to allow a switch backed path to be visible. Not enough to allow good footing, though. Every second switchback would take them back to Joker creek, running straight down the face with no real bed, just a flat sheet of water sliding into the valley. Each time at the creek they would stop for a breather, and Claire would make another mark on her pad. Already there were fifteen, and they couldn’t see the top, with less than two hours of daylight left. But it was supposed to be possible to do in a day. Besides, they were too far in to turn back Camping on that slope would have been physically impossible.

Then suddenly, they were at the top, stepping off the slope to flat ground, no transition or warning. The trail behind them looked like a sheer cliff now, the creek an vertical waterfall. Ahead, a log footbridge crossed the now gentle steam, no more than ten feet from where it disappeared over the edge. Legs suddenly felt light as the steps stretched out, and Joker lake came upon them before they knew it. An old campsite, probably not used this year yet, gave them leave to drop their packs for the day and take boots off tired feet. As good as they felt about themselves, no one had enough left to marvel at the jewel of a lake before them, or the huge glacier feeding into the far end. That was for tomorrow. The rest of today was for soaking feet in the ice cold water, getting a fire going to boil a pot, and getting some hot food into the bellies. Tomorrow they would walk on Kokanee Glacier, pictured on so many beer cans, but all anybody wanted now was no more walking.

Claire was probably the most wasted. She was certainly the smallest, but insisted on carrying a full pack, at least as heavy as Marsha with her sturdy soccer build. And she had proved her point, keeping up with out a complaint. But now as darkness dropped around them, her legs were trying to cramp, even with lots of food and electrolyte in her tummy. Her husband Mark was sympathetic, and really quite proud of what she had done, and was quick to start massaging her legs. The problem was, both calves and both quads needed work. It was either keep walking the knots out, or enlist another physic. Martha’s man Jack was only too willing to enlist, with Marsha herself coaching him. So here was Claire on her back, each leg draped rather wantonly over each man’s lap having her thighs rubbed and poked and kneaded.
Within fifteen minutes they had her so she could flex without cramping, and thanked them for their help. “Bugger,” said Jack, “I was just starting to like it. Do I have to stop?” His hand was still on an inner thigh and he gave a couple playful strokes. “It might still come back you know.” But he didn’t push it. He could see how beat she was, and in truth so was he. There wasn’t a sound but snoring for the whole night, heard only by a couple critters that strolled through, sniffed at the tents, but finding no food, passed on.. The food, in fact, was in a pack slung over a tree limb well away from camp. There was still an odd bear in this country

Morning was glorious, the early sun already taking the chill off and drying the dew. The glacier was screaming at them across the mirror lake as they poured down coffee and packed day packs for the hike. No forty pounds today. By eight they were on their way, around the lake and up some broken scree to the edge of the ice. But then Claire’s resolve dissolved , looking up the miles of unbroken climbing on top of yesterday’s exertions. She had no legs left, period. As she stood looking forlornly up the ice, she was overjoyed to hear Jack say that he was finished, his feet were too sore, and if he went on they would have to carry him out tomorrow.

“Oh, thank you, Jack, I didn’t want to be the one that jammed out,” Claire gushed, “My feet are Okay, but I have no climb left. I hope we’re not spoiling the weekend. Can you guys go on without us?”
Mark showed his sympathy, but she could tell he was keen to see over the rise and beyond, “You sure you won’t mind waiting in camp? We could be all day.”

“All day just sitting with my feet up or in the water sounds like heaven. Go climb, kids. Take some pictures. We’ll have something hot for you when you drag yourselves in.” Claire was already heading back down to the water’s edge, finding the ancient path ringing the lake, thinking maybe to check out the old shaft some prospector had driven into the mountain years ago. She felt no loss looking back at the two climbers already getting small on the sheet of ice. A short walk back and they could rest!

Two hours later, she still was luxuriating in having nothing to do. The legs felt lively now, but she knew she had done the right thing. Jack too was happily hopping around barefoot, hoping that no blisters wee coming for the walk out tomorrow. It was bonus that the day was worm enough to keep Claire in her shorts. Claire for her part appreciated that she had good company that wasn’t hard to look at. When Jack offered to rub her legs down to chase that last of the lactic acid out she was happy to let him, knowing it would actually help for tomorrow, and also, it would feel good now. Her calves elevated over his shoulder, he stroked down toward her heart, and she almost went to sleep in the luxury of the pampering. She was sort of aware that some strokes were awfully close to her crotch, but it felt so good, and that’s where the muscles attached, damn it! As long as she didn’t twitch to give away the occasional tickle that she felt, she was safe. Jack was just doing a very professional job, and she was grateful.

It had to end though. Reluctantly she got to her feet and looked up the glacier for the climbers. They had been trudging for two hours now, and must be almost over the first hump. But by straining, she thought she could see a cot of red, which could only be Marsha’s jacket. It must be cold up there for her to still have it on. Claire idly rummaged in her heavy pack and found her field glasses, wondering to herself how much the weight had contributed to her worn out legs. She knew Mark carried some stronger ones, but she liked the independence of having her own. She knew he had taken his with him, so she tried her best to find the hikers in her small lenses.

There! It seemed the red jacket was lying on the snow, the hikers a couple feet away, at least one of them. It was hard to tell, the acuity not being that great. She hoped no one had turned an ankle, with the other having to tend her or him. Then as she fiddled with the focus, she got the picture. Marsha seemed to be straddling Mark in a very classic pose. Claire looked over her binoculars, staring mutely at the red dot. Jack by now had come up behind her and was trying to find what had her transfixed. He made out the dot, and took the glasses from her nerveless hands and found the couple for himself. After a moment, he handed them back, and went to his own pack to find the spotting scope he carried, a monster that only some one of his build could lug up that mountain. He trained it on the dot and watched a minute, before turning to Claire with a little smile on his face.

“Well now, there’s a thing, isn’t it?” he managed awkwardly. He didn’t object as Claire took his place behind the scope, watching her face as she took in the scene. It was pretty plain under that power. Marsha was sitting on Mark’s cock, and even at that great distance she could see her humping down on Mark, his own jacket spread under them.

“Oh, my,” was about all she could muster for reaction. She looked hopelessly at Jack, hoping he wouldn’t go off the deep end. The couples were so close and compatible, it would be shame to end it over this. He looked equally impassively at her, and she couldn’t guess what emotions he might be feeling. She wasn’t even sure what she was feeling. She couldn’t blame Mark, really. Following that bum for a couple hours would whet the appetite of any man, and Mark did have red blood. But she didn’t know how charitable Jack might be. She just knew he was 220 pounds of muscle, and Mark could be in trouble.

“So, what do you make of that?” She was glad to hear that Jack’s tone was measured and even, not maniacal at all.
“I know what we see, but what do we do now?” Claire asked miserably. Her world was suddenly very fragile.
Jack looked levelly at her for a very long moment. “I think we should have our second cup of coffee, and see what comes to us. No use in getting too emotional when you need a pragmatic answer. The right thing will come to us.”

There was little talk as the water boiled and the grounds perked. Clare felt only relief that Jack was so calm, and wondered why she was too. She crouched in her best Baden-Powell fashion sipping her brew, wishing they didn’t have to address the matter. She even thought of forgetting they had in fact seen anything. She rather suspected Jack felt the same. No real harm was done, was there? She was vaguely aware that her right thigh was feeling a bit tight as she squatted and stewed, but cramps weren’t a common thing with her, and it wasn’t until she was on the ground with one leg cramped under her that she felt the pain of what an overworked quadriceps can feel like. She tried desperately to straighten her knee, to get to her feet, but she was helpless now.

Then Jack had her ankle over his shoulder, gently forcing her knee straight, rubbing and kneading the offending knot. When the leg was straight, he continued his ministering until the pain had completely left her, then he transferred his attention to the other leg, looking for knots waiting to happen there. Claire could only look up at him adoringly, happy to be pain free but also glad not to have to face the other problem right now. An diversion would do. Jack could feel her relax, and reduced his massage to gentle strokes the length of both thighs Now when he went a bit high, she took no notice, it just felt so good. So when he slipped up her shorts leg and touched her pussy, her reaction was not to ignore it, but a pleased little ‘Ooooh!” Then the whole problem was solved for her. It was so simple!.
“Jack! That’s it! We have to have sex too. That will make it all right. You have to fuck me right now. Then, when they tell us what happened up there, we will be able to say its all right. Aren’t I right? Isn’t it the way?”

Jack’s lips held a perfect surprised O. “It might be the right way or the wrong way, but it’s sure the fun way. I was afraid to say it. Are you sure? Its not something you can go back on, you know.” As he spoke he was rubbing her pussy through her panties, sending tickles throughout her loins. Her answer was to rock her pelvis up to him, moaning as he found sweet spot after sweet spot. She unbuttoned her shorts as his tongue began tracing ecstasy up her thighs, then lifted up to let him peel her off. As he fought with his own shorts she quickly got rid of her tee, glad he had grabbed a drying sleeping bag to lay her on as he eased her cramp. Jack took appreciative measure of the exquisite little body waiting him and took time to get rid of the rest of his clothing, showing Claire the muscles that powered him and the boner that kept Marsha so happy. It was only the second cock she had ever seen, and she had never expected to see another. Now this one was pointed at her, and she felt a bit of panic. Her mother had raised her to be a librarian-Sunday school teacher before she had found in college to have a passion for archaeology, and her sex education was mainly what she and Mark had learned from each other. Which made him fucking Marsha on the glacier as odd as what she was about to do.

Now Jack was gently pinning her to the ground with his pubis, gently kissing her eyelids, nose, whatever came to touch, eventually her lips which opened on their own for him to possess her. She could feel the power of the man, over twice her weight but only gently pressing her down, his cock probing for an opening into her soul, and even as his tongue coaxed hers into his mouth she steered his charger into her pussy. She very briefly tried to tell herself she was doing it for Mark, but even then she knew who it was for, and it was for the vixen feeling her first contraband orgasm building quickly, hitting even as Jack bottomed out in her cunt. And now she could feel his power again as he slammed into her, driving his cock again and again to the bottom of her being, until she felt his cum flooding her, some finding its way down her bum crack even as he thrust his last exhaustive thrust.

By and by Jack lifted his head to look fondly into her eyes. “You, my lady, are a great fuck. I am so grateful to my spouse for making this possible. It would have been a great shame to go through our lives and not know this moment.”

Claire beamed back up. “You, stud bunny, are also a great fuck. We, on the other hand, are a stupendous fuck.” She listened to her own words with amusement. When she and Mark had first explored each other’s bodies, she had resisted the idea of ‘fucking’. What they were doing was making love, not something as sordid as fucking. Even now, five years later, they seldom used the F word. Now all of a sudden she found she preferred it to making love. It was what they had just done, what Mark and Marsha had done on the ice sheet. She hooked her heel behind his knee to retail his cock as he rolled off her before she could be crushed under his weight, feeling him still fairly hard in her as he shifted his body to be free of lumps and on the bag.. The first encounter had been so pressurized and swift, she felt they both had more to give each other and, indeed, it wasn’t long before caring strokes became animated thrusts, and she found herself sitting up and grinding down on him, rocking her clit against him, he laughing softly at the pleasure he was giving his friend, hoping she wouldn’t completely spend herself before he too was ready to cum again. Then he was ready, the old familiar urge in his groin spurring him on, his renewed vigour reawakening Claire’s sated appetite, and he was spewing a fresh load into her, feeling her pussy convulsing around his cock as she glorified in what she could do for a man, any man.

Presently, Jack stirred, “You know, sweet cheeks, its well past lunchtime. If we’re going to do this again, we had better nourish.”
Claire started at this. She hadn’t thought beyond the first frantic bout. Now thinking of recharging for the sole purpose of fucking again seemed like a delicious idea, wicked but nice. His cock had shrunk and she had relinquished it long ago anyway. Time to suck back and reload. She crawled the few feet to her tent and found a pair of long johns to pull on as Jack reclaimed his shorts and kicked some life back into the fire. The tea water was steaming by the time they became aware of the couple striding down the trail from the glacier. They both had red jackets and light packs, and moved with some urgency.
“Sorry to disturb you, but we have to get to the trail head, and we couldn’t sneak by, and we didn’t want to disturb what you were doing. But now we have to make up time.”
The lady giggled, “This air does make a body horny, doesn’t it?”
Claire reddened, “You mean you watched us? Oh, my.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, we did it way up on the glacier. Its what people do.’ And she was gone over the edge of the world, down the switchback trail toward Nakusp, where their ride waited after driving around from the Nelson side of the glacier.
They sipped tea and crunched GORP , without speaking, without daring to really more than glance at each other. Finally it was Claire who broke.
“Oh poop, we kind of blew it, didn’t we? I’m sorry, me. It was my idea to fuck. Now what? This is trickier than it was before even, isn’t it?”
Jack stirred the coals, “Course, we can’t be sure they didn’t fuck themselves, can we?”
Claire considered this, “Thinking of Mark and Marsha, remember how shocked we were to think they were doing it. What are the chances you think they really did.?”
Jack conceded that the odds were thin, very thin. But then he quickly smiled, “Still, I’m still glad we did. Just maybe we better think again about doing it again, though. It would be harder to justify that.”
Claire smiled gratefully, “I’m happy you’re okay with it. So am I. Why regret what you can’t change and why deny you liked it?” She swilled the last of her tea and sulked into the mug, finally turning her frank gaze to Jack, “Its bad of me, but I still want to do it again. What more damage can we do? If we did any damage anyway, I mean.”
Jack let his face break into a smile as he reached out to her, “My tent or your tent?” the mischief was in his voice again. “I mean, who knows when the next spectator might show up?”

Much later, they had the promised hot meal waiting as two bushed spouses drug into camp. They were tired, but totally exhilarated by what they had seen over the far ridge, even if it was only another ridge another few miles further on. Just the size of the ice chunk was beyond imagination from just looking at one face like this. A small flask of over proof rum that appeared from nowhere added to the celebrations. Everyone was too exhilarated to think of an early night tonight. Claire kept exchanging glances with Jack, trying to give each other clues of when and how to tell the hikers of their day in camp, and it finally came up like a hammer.

“So, how was the day back here? Are the wheels good to roll again tomorrow, or do we have to carry you? Mark and I talked about what we would be doing if we were left in camp alone for a whole day, and it got a bit off-colour. it’s a good thing it was you and not us.” Marsha poked her husband on his butt.
“What you mean, woman? Don’t you think me and Claire are good for a little nooky? We were at it before the sun hit the yardarm. We were good, too.” Jack tried to sound indignant.
Claire jumped in without even thinking, a good way to jump into anything, “I told you they wouldn’t believe us even if we told them. I mean, what else would two healthy young perverts do? Actually, I think we had the second round in before the sun hit the yardarm. Or maybe it was a late lunch.”

Mark eye her soberly, “I’d like to believe you, pumpkin, but it just doesn’t sound like you. You know we saw another couple on the sheet, a long way away, but I had my binoculars because it looked funny what they were doing, so we looked to see if they needed help” He licked his lips nervously, “They were having sex, right on the ice. They must have come over the top. Did you see them?”

Claire nodded shyly, “WE saw them on the ice too. We thought they were you. It wasn’t until they came through we realized our mistake. By then, of course, we fucked too. And we did again, after they were gone.” She waited for the explosion.
Mark looked closely into her face, trying to read any ruse, “Holy cow! You really did? Jack fucked you? And you called it fucking! Way to go, baby! Did you fuck to get even, or just for the fun of it?” He ran out of breath and waited for a reply.
Jack cut in, “First it was so you wouldn’t have a guilt trip when you had to tell us. After that it was just for the fun of it. So you do believe us?”
Marsha still looked doubtful, “If you really fucked Jack, you can tell us about his tattoo.”

Claire thought about it, “I didn’t see a tattoo. And I looked him over pretty good. He hasn’t got one.” She smiled triumphantly at her friend.
“And Claire has her bush trimmed back to a buzz cut. What you think of that gem of knowledge, sweet cheeks? Just a lucky guess? I think not.” Jack was impish now. This was going way easier than he could have hoped.
“Holy crap!” Mark managed to slip in, “Way to go guys. This is so good! After we saw the other couple we got to talking and thinking. What if you saw them too and thought it was us? What would you do? Bugger off down the hill without us? Throw rocks at us when we came in? You did the one thing we didn’t think you would do!. And it was the best thing. At least I’m happy about it, how about you, Marsha?”

Marsha never got a chance to chime in before Claire cut her off. “But Mark, I fucked another man. Doesn’t that make you at least despise me?”
Mark was puzzled, “Despise? Why? Because you were trying to help us out of a tricky situation? From you that was almost the ultimate sacrifice you laid down.”

Claire was still slow at coming to terms, “It wasn’t much of a sacrifice, actually. I learned quite a bit about myself today.” She furrowed a brow, “But Mark, there’s only one thing to do, what Jack and I did. You have to fuck Marsha. Lets see if you or her call it a sacrifice.”
Marsha finally got to say her piece, abbreviated to “Ooooh!!”
Mark too had a pleased and surprised look on his face, then had a thought, “Does Jack have a say in all this?”

Jack made a noise but was cut off by Claire, ”Sure he has a say. He’s going to say, ‘go ahead, and I’ll fuck Claire again. Right, Jacko?”
Jack choked back what he had been going to say and nodded happily. From having his ass reamed for screwing me to having to do it again to keep the troupes happy was just alright. The prospect of more down the road made a very happy ending, or should I say beginning.