Chapter 1
Tricia Burns, the voluptuous and blonde teenage wife of Don Burns, stepped from the warm, soothing waters of her early morning bath to bask in complete nakedness before the full-length mirror in her well-appointed suburban home.
Her radiant, golden hair streamed down the graceful curves of her sloping shoulders and into the pink-tipped nakedness of her womanish breasts. Her firm young breasts were proud and high and the mere sight of them would be enough to drive any man to a wild and frenetic lust. Her waist, accentuated by the tiny dot of her navel, tapered flawlessly into the flaring femininity of her splendidly naked thighs and she resembled a marble-hewn Greek goddess as she stood there in the gentle rays of the early morning light. The secrets and delights of her supple young body displayed to seductive advantage.
Tricia turned, displaying the fleshy, alluring curves of her cheeky buttocks as she reached for a towel and began drying her delicious young body to squeaky cleanliness. She walked over to her dresser and clothed her feminine voluptuousness in a pair of tight-fitting shorts and a flattering bikini top which left the gorgeous hummock of her belly exposed.
She gazed out the window and saw her husband Don. Don was busily sorting their back-packing gear. Tricia and Don and their friends, Sally and Ron Swenton were going to embark on a week-long backpacking trip in the rugged Carlson Mountains of Idaho. The foursome had spent weeks planning this trip and now the time had come!
There was a spirited knock on the front door and Tricia ran expectantly to open it. The tan, dark, exotic form of Sally Swenton, followed by her husband, Ron, stepped cheerily into the room.
"Hi, Tricia!" Sally said. "All set?"
"Yes," Sally replied, "we're just about ready. Don's getting all our stuff together now."
"I've got all our stuff organized," Ron replied. "It's in my jeep. I'll go and give Don a hand. Hope you guys are ready for this! It's pretty rugged up there!"
Ron stepped out of the room and left the two girls alone.
The ultimate, mysterious range of femininity was represented by the two girls. Tricia, the fair-haired blonde stood in remarkable contrast to the tan, dark features of her gypsy-like friend. No matter what kind of woman any man preferred, he would certainly find his liking between the incredible feminine variety represented by these two splendid specimens of girlishness.
"I hope its really wild up in the Carlson Mountains," Tricia said. "There's nothing around for miles."
"We'll be all right," Sally said. "We've got Ron and Don with us. They'll protect us."
"Yes. I guess you're right, there's really nothing to worry about, the boys'll take care of us."
Don burst through the front door. "All set girls," he said.