It was the summer of 2002 and I had just finished my final year of studies at Edinburgh University. I had decided I would indulge in that favourite student past time of a Gap year. I was in no hurry to join the real world and seek full time employment. So I had a whole year to do whatever the hell I wanted and that would involve lots of travel, beer and girls, well that was the plan! My friend Stu came up with this great idea to embark on the well-known walk called the West Highland Way, which is a 95 mile walk between Milngavie to Fort William, what sold the idea to us was the prospect of all those good pubs along the route and the prospect of meeting some interesting girls!

We had completed an arduous training program for our assault on the West Highland Way, which meant lots of serious drinking sessions and numerous failed attempts to chat up the local girls, we also tried to fit in at least one walk a week up to the top of Arthur’s Seat.

To cut a long story short the best part of my adventure begun on the 2nd day of the walk, we had reached a place called Balmaha campsite, which was a truly amazing location on the banks of Loch Lomond. It there that we met a couple of German girls called Ada and Helga.

We done our duty and went over and introduced ourselves to our fellow German walkers, we arranged to meet them later that evening for a few dinks in the oak tree inn which was the nearest pub, which was about 30 minutes walk away. We arrived nice and early to prepare ourselves for the prospect of getting closer to our new friends. I had my eye on Ada, she was blonde, slim, and good looking, Helga on the other hand was more like a those German shot putters that you see on the Olympics.

The German girls eventually arrived and as the evening wore on, the worst possible thing happened, I could see an attraction developing between Stu and Ada. I suppose the consolation was that Helga didn’t look as bad as I first thought, when I clapped my eyes on her back at the campsite, she was more well built as opposed to fat, she had big bouncing breasts and a extremely juicy booty. I wasn’t quite sure if all the fresh air and the beer were playing tricks with my mind!

Helga said she wasn’t feeling too good and asked me if I wouldn’t mind walking her back to the campsite, she didn’t want to spoil the rest of the night for her friend. Being a true gentleman I gladly obliged her! We decided to take the scenic route back, she slid her hand on to mine as we walked, I was beginning to warm even more to this Helga.

We arrived back at the campsite and she said the fresh air had her feeling  better again; so we ended up going for a stroll along the banks of the Loch.  We were standing beside a tree with her in front of me, when she started to rub her booty, against my crotch; she asked me if I was enjoying it, “YES”, I replied.  The inevitable happened, and it was a truly wondrous site as I feasted my eyes on the naughty half naked Helga as she was bending over tree.

We spent the rest of our trip with the two German girls and needless to say my and Helga’s evening inevitable ended in the same routine.  I will always remember my West Highland Way Fling with Helga and often wonder what ever happened to the naughty Helga.

 Submitted by Steve from London.