“It’s just a little farther,” I say over my shoulder, as we continue our hike. “Just over the next rise.”
“I hope so,” you say in reply.
We are walking through typical California scrub – waist-high scrub, light brown rock, light brown dirt – and have been for some twenty minutes, ever since we left the car at the side of the road. The sun is beating down. It’s hot, and there is little breeze. We’re both in hiking shorts and boots; I’m in a T-shirt, you’re in a tank-top. We both have Camelbaks on, and I take the tube in my mouth, suck down a couple of swallows of water. I stop and turn around to see you doing the same, as you walk towards me. Despite your bra, the curve of your breasts is quite visible, as are your exquisite nipples – I have a fleeting image of sucking on them, instead of this water tube, but . . . you push right past me and keep going up the hill.
I turn and catch up with you at the top. We look down, and you see what I have been promising: down this next slope, there is a flowing stream, shade trees, and watering hole deep enough to swim in.
I walk up behind you and put my arms around your waist. “Told you,” I whisper as I kiss the warm skin of your shoulder. For a brief instant, you lean back into me – or rather, your backpack does, and then we’re both skibbling down the hill to the edge of the creek. You move, doe-like, from rock to rock, swiftly moving to the other side and downstream to what serves as a beach.
There is a crudely built (but effective) fire pit built out of nearby rocks, and although there is ash within, it’s completely cold. No one has been here in quite sometime; and we are the only people here now. You take off your pack, and I carry it over to the fire pit – seems like a good place to spread out. I take mine off as well, and spread out a couple of king-sized beach towels that I remove from your pack. Opening mine, I pull out some cheese, fruit, some meat, and a bottle of wine. It’s cool but not cold, so I turn around to place it in the stream.
As I do, I see you, standing in the stream. Your boots and socks are already off, and the cool flowing water is making your feet forget all about the last 20 minutes of walking on hot, dusty trails. You look at me and peel off your tank top, and your bra. Your body looks beautiful. Well, it always does, but baked in the sun, surrounded by Nature . . . I am frozen, rooted to the earth, and speechless. You know the effect you have on me. You unbuckle your belt and in one deft move, step out of shots and panties without getting them wet, even though you remain ankle deep in water. How, I have no idea, but you toss them onto the bank. Smiling, you turn away from me and, looking down at the rocks through the clear water, walk down the middle of the stream.
God, I wish I had a camera. You are so beautiful, so stunning. The smooth skin of your back, the curve of your ass, the shape of your thighs . . . you run your hands through your hair. I can feel myself stirring, reacting to you.
I pull off my shirt, and get out of my boots, my clothes as fast as I can. You have reached the edge of the natural swimming hole, and you gently lower yourself into the cool water. It feels great, as your skin – warmed by the sun – is immediately cooled, refreshed, and tingling by the coolness of the clear water. Naked now, I run down the beach to the edge of the pool.
Climbing up onto a rock, I am some four feet above the surface of the pool, and I see you, floating on your back, eyes closed as you face the sun, the water gently lapping between your legs and between your breasts. I dive in and swim over to you.
You hear the splash and open your eyes, shifting your body to tread water as I swim to you. Reaching you, I move to kiss your lips, as I tread water, and as you wrap your arms around my neck, your legs around my waist. You feel so light, buoyed by the water, as my tongue slips into your mouth, and you wrap around me more tightly.
As we kiss, I slowly pull us backwards, toward the shallows. We kiss again, as my toes reach the ground, and once I have my balance, my hands move to cup the cheeks of your oh-so-beautiful ass, as we continue to kiss in water up to our shoulders. I move one hand up to tease your hard nipple, and lift you up higher so I may encircle your nipple with my tongue and suck you into my mouth. You wrap your legs around my chest, clinging tightly, as your eyes close and you lean back. You feel the sun beating down on your face, on the top of your head; you feel the cool water suddenly fade from your consciousness, and you feel that familiar heat ignite in your belly . . .
You lower yourself back into the water, and our lips meet again. As we do, I feel myself getting hard once again – the initial shock of the water temperature having worn off – and you reach down, seeking out my hard penis. Surprising me, and perhaps even yourself, you are already wet, and you guide me inside your sweet pussy . . . it feels so good to be inside you; you know how much I long to be there. With your legs wrapped around my waist, your arms around your neck, you move up and down on my shaft. I cup the cheeks of your ass again, and move you up and down . . . you are so wet, so open, and you are already moaning in my ear, urging me on – “Fuck me. Just fuck me,” you say, and I begin to move into you a little harder, deeper. “Fuck me!” you practically scream in my ear, and – stripping away any sense of gentle lovemaking – I begin ***thrusting*** into you again and again. “Yes,” you cry, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You dig your heels into my ass; I feel your nails in the skin of my neck and shoulders. I’ve never known you to be so hot, so fast. You are bouncing up and down on me, meeting my thrusts with your own. I feel you gripping me as you surround my cock with your wet cunt. “Ohhhh, God. I’m going to cum. You’re making me – “ “Me, too” “ – cummmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
How we manage to stay vertical, how we didn’t fall over, I have no idea, but somehow, we melt into each other in the cool, fresh stream and hold onto each other – and the moment – for what seems like a long time.
Slowly, gently, we disentangle from one another and, with another wonderful kiss, you float away. I swim for a couple of minutes, coming back down to Earth, and return to the fire pit and get our lunch ready. You arrive as I’m pouring the wine, and we lay in the sun, naked, eating our wine and cheese, and regaining our strength for the next, more leisurely round . . .
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