[FM] Skinny Dipping with a Stranger

A few days ago, I had an experience which I [31 M] can still barely believe, but which I’m dying to share.

I drove a few hours into the wilderness last weekend with a backpack and a few days of food, in search of myself. It’s been a rough year for me, going back and forth with a woman to whom I was once married. I’ve been searching my soul for the resolve to either break it off or re-commit.

I’m not a religious person, but, in the rainy solitude, deep in the forest, I broadcast a silent mental message to the universe: “my heart is pure. deliver to me a clear sign so that I can move on with my life, one way or another.” I set out with this intention on an 11-mile trek to some natural hot springs.

I had been completely alone for a few hours when I spotted a young woman up ahead. She was riding a mountain bike and wearing a small day pack. In a racing mood, I overtook her on the uphill journey. We exchanged friendly smiles, and I noticed she was quite attractive – flowing red hair framing a friendly face, with hourglass curves accentuated by tight yoga pants and the fact that she was riding a bicycle, a view from behind which admittedly motivated me for the chase.

For context, I’m in ridiculous shape – about 5’9″ and 160 lbs of pure muscle, and today I felt like hammering it. A year of agony and frustration roared through my broken heart and seared my legs like hot exhaust propelling me forwards into the woods, the rain steaming off my chest.

On a downhill, she passes me – only to be passed again by me an hour later on an uphill. I shoot her a flirtatious sideways glance, and stop to rest for a bit. She’s also headed for the hot springs, she says.

“I’ll see you there!” I say. I hoped to. She was kinda hot, I realized, upon closer inspection.

Within another two hours, a mystical fog and the faint smell of sulphur tells me I’ve arrived at the springs. Exhausted and chilled from the rainy hike, I slowly lower my pack and begin to strip down to enter the first spring along my path, when Bicycle Girl [24 F] suddenly shouts “hey!” from behind me.

In my skivvies, I hear from her that there’s warmer and deeper springs further down the trail.

“I don’t know if you wanted company or not, but I’m going to check out this other spring, and you’re welcome to join me,” she says. As if I need any convincing. I grab my pack and don my clothes, and continue down the path until I see her.

She’s in her bra and panties, next to a wonderful steaming spring, surrounded by lush green grass. The sun is poking through the clouds to highlight her flaming red hair and flat, pale stomach.

I approach, say hi, and find a semi-secluded patch to disrobe – entirely. This is my first time visiting a hot spring, and I’ve heard that nudity is generally accepted in such remote places. I approach the spring, and I see that BG has also stripped completely nude. I make eye contact with her and flash a welcoming smile as I enter the warm mineral water.

It’s just her and I, naked, in the middle of the mountains. Cool rain is sprinkling down on us as we make casual conversation and hunker down into the warm water. The conversation lulls after about a half hour into the sounds of the forest and of the pitter-patter of rain splashing into the spring. It’s quiet, but I find that I’m quite comfortable around this girl. We’ve been sitting across from each other at a respectful distance, taking in the scenery.

I steal the occasional glance at her nude body, and, once or twice, I catch her doing the same. Her puffy nipples are peeking out of the shallow water, which is also barely hiding her pale white hips and red bush.

After a few minutes of clear sexual tension, I muster up the courage to say I’d like to massage her feet, since they must be sore from all that hiking we’ve done today. She hesitates, and I immediately figure, “ok, no big deal – at least I asked…” but then she says, “hmm, how about a back massage?”

“Deal,” I say. I move closer to her, and my fingers begin to gently probe the muscles of her shoulders and upper back. I slowly increase the pressure, and soon I’m performing magic on her, gripping her lateralis dorsi with one hand practically on the side of her boobs while I work my fingers under her scapula on the same side. My muscles are perpetually sore, so I know what a good massage looks like.

She closes her eyes and is clearly savoring my touch. I gently begin to massage her neck, and I need to get closer – you know, for leverage. Now my bare chest is touching her back, and I’m embracing her naked body as I gently massage the small muscles at the base of her skull. I hear her utter a soft moan, and I give her a few tiny kisses on the neck.

To be sure I’m getting my signals right, I exhale softly into her ear, and she turns her head to face me. Our lips are immediately within an inch, and now we’re making out with a desperate urgency. I toy with her tongue and playfully suck her bottom lip. She turns her entire body around to face me, and we make electrifying eye contact as her face tells me she’s both embarrassed and helplessly aroused.

I grab her by the hips and she opens her legs as I guide her crotch towards me in one move. The tip of my already-throbbing cock happens to land directly on her labia and immediately dips into her open pussy.

She’s straddling me, naked, as we sit in a hot spring in the middle of nowhere. Unable to stop myself, I wrap my arms around her where her skinny waist flares out into bounteous wide hips, and I pull her towards me as my entire dick slides deep into her vagina.

She moans loudly, and rides me for maybe 3 minutes before I tell her that I’m going to cum. I lift her off my cock and she gets me off into the water with a single touch.

We both take a breath and giggle at each other. We get out of the water to rehydrate and cool off in the rain. I re-enter the spring, and then does she. I begin to touch her legs, stroke her inner thighs, and suck her clearly erect but still soft and puffy nipples.

I get hard again, and we fuck vigorously for almost an hour. She rides facing me, sitting on my lap as I gyrate into her slowly, her soft moans mingling beautifully with the sounds of the forest. I rail her hard from behind while she stands, resting her hands on a rock, both of us knee-deep in the warm water.

The sun comes out fully, and I witness the glorious vision of my cock sliding in and out between her ass cheeks as my hands grip her wide hips and frame her bare bubble butt from behind.

She comes, as I stroke her clit from behind, and I feel her pussy throbbing around my deeply-embedded cock. I finally pull out and cum again, this time all over her ass. She turns around, we kiss, hold each other for a bit, and then both get out again.

I give her my number, and she disappears again into the forest, back from where we came.

Camping under the stars that night, I nearly cannot believe what I’ve done. In a place outside of society, isolated forever in my memory as a little bubble outside of space and time, I had wild unprotected sex with a nymph of the forest. On this day, I went on a vision quest to the sacred hot springs. Seeing that I was pure of heart, the universe sent me a beautiful fairy, and I found the answers to my questions on my mind.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nve3ye/fm_skinny_dipping_with_a_stranger

16 comments on “[FM] Skinny Dipping with a Stranger

  1. So, where exactly is this forest that contains both natural springs and redheaded fairies waiting to impale themselves on the pure of heart? Asking for a friend!

  2. Sounds like a dream come true in Heaven on Earth!
    🔥💙🙏

  3. That’s a great, well written story. I really enjoyed it.

    We’re y’all mountain biking or running?

    Did she ever contact you again? Did you ever know her name?

    What has happened to you since then?

  4. It is the hottest thing, to get to be intimate with people with whom who had a respectable distance before

    All the distance covered..

    Incredible story

  5. Well I caught that he asked to rub her feet after the long hike. But she wasn’t hiking she was on a mountain bike.

  6. Oh my goodness! What an unbelievable experience! I can only wish to ever be that lucky

  7. As soon as you said 11 miles I knew which hot springs you where talking about…

  8. So you were hiking but she was biking and you caught up with her? And then you were able to walk faster than she was riding on an incline? I’m confused.

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