Leaves of Lust: Seven Explicit Tales of Adventurous Erotica

The Great Outdoors-1

The Great Outdoors

I shrugged the small backpack off my shoulders as I entered the clearing. It had been a hard three hours of hiking. Stepping out onto the wide shelf of mossy rock, letting the pack fall, I stood with my eyes shut for a moment, savoring the welcoming sound of fresh water rushing by.

This was one of my favorite outdoor spots, and I especially loved it on brilliant summer days like this. About halfway up a densely forested mountain not far from where I lived, this clearing was only a short distance from the main path (which was itself a very minor, unmarked trail that no one other than myself ever seemed to use). A minute or so of struggling through some difficult brush brought you onto this ledge, where a narrow river cascaded down the mountain over a series of falls and pools. One of the pools was large, more like a small pond, and was always calm despite the white water rushing into and out of it. It was the best swimming hole I knew, and I looked forward to jumping in.

I sat down beside my pack and caught my breath. It was a hot day, and I was feeling worn out. I pulled my second bottle of water out of the pack (I had finished the first bottle about a half hour before reaching this place) and allowed myself a long, deep drink. I needed to conserve the rest for the hike back down, but this rest had been hard earned and I felt that I deserved a little extra at the moment. Besides, the midday view was spectacular. The river created a gap in the foliage that showed miles of surrounding forests and hills, and the hot sun at its height made the greens sharp against the crisp blue of the summer sky. For many moments, I just stared and smiled, letting my muscles recover, listening to the river.

Just being near the water made me much cooler. The river’s rush freshened the air, and it was loud enough to be pleasantly compelling without being thunderous. I could just manage to hear birdsong over the sound.

Cooler though the air was, it was still not cool enough for me at the moment. I’d need to dive into that clear, stony-bottomed pool to refresh myself, and to get rid of the sweat and grime from the morning’s activity.

I pulled off my cap and wiped my brow, running fingers through sweat-matted hair. My t-shirt proved difficult to peel off; it was so damp that my arms were momentarily stuck in the tangle of fabric, but with one final effort I wrestled myself out of it and tossed it onto the rock beside my pack. Boots and socks came off next, then pants, and finally my underwear. As I said, no one but me ever used even the main trail, and to reach this spot required wriggling through dense brush, so I wasn’t worried about anyone catching me in the nude.

I strode to the edge of the pool. The warm, smooth surface of the rock ledge was pleasant on my bare feet after having been in boots for several hours.

I stood there naked and dipped a toe in, startling a small fish that I hadn’t seen until it darted away from the shallows. The water was surprisingly cold for such a hot day.

I waded in slowly; my whole body cooling off the instant both feet were submerged. The rock shelf sloped gently into the pool rather than dropping off an edge, so I always had to walk in, though my impulse was almost always to dive. Once I was waist deep, I raised my arms, took a deep breath, and then plunged forward. Under the surface, I gave a kick and a couple of pulls with my arms. That was all there was room for. The deep part of the pool wasn’t large enough to allow for any real swimming, but I could go a few body lengths in any direction. I broke the surface and shook my head, already feeling many times better.

I took a few dives, opening my eyes under water and looking for fish and interesting stones. Then I floated on my back for a time, feeling the cold of the water on that half while the sun warmed my front. I ventured a few more splashy strokes across the surface, then dived again.

When I came up once more, I stared for some moments at the view downhill, the wooded vistas in the distance, before my attention was caught by unusual sounds. It was then that I became aware of the two women on the rock ledge. They were slim, young, and dressed for hiking. Both had long hair pulled back into pony tails; one was blond, while the other had dark brown hair with streaks of red. They wore shorts that didn’t cover much more than their very fine asses, and their t-shirts clung tightly to their torsos. Both had packs somewhat larger than my own, and as I watched they placed these on the ground. The blond stooped, produced a water bottle, and took a drink, while the brunette stood and waved in my direction. “Hi!” she said with a big smile. So much for no one else ever using the trail or finding this place.

I smiled and waved back, wondering if they would just stop for a quick rest and perhaps head back to the trail. The blond passed the bottle to her friend, though, and then sat down and began unlacing her boots. After pulling her socks off, she lay back on the rock ledge, using her pack as a pillow, and seemed to heave a contented sigh. No, these two were not heading back to the trail soon.

The brunette sat down beside her friend, rummaged in her pack, and brought out some kind of energy bar. “How’s the water?” she asked me as she unwrapped her snack and stuck an end in her mouth.

“Cold,” I said.

“Sounds great,” said the reclining blond. “I’m roasting after that hike.”

I stood in water that just covered my stomach, moving my arms a little. Despite my earlier sweatiness, a few minutes in this water had changed my core temperature, and I was actually starting to feel cold. I wanted to get out — had planned on it, in fact, before noticing these women. But this could be tricky, what with me being naked and all. I had tossed my clothes near my pack, which was at least a dozen paces from the water’s edge. There was no way that I could quickly sneak out and get dressed.

As I thought about how to approach this, the blond got to her feet and walked toward me, dipping her foot into the water. She shivered as her toes broke the surface. “Ooo, that is cold!” she said. “Hard to believe, on a hot day like this.”

“You going to come in?” I asked.

“Eventually,” she said. “It takes me a long time to get used to cold water. I’ll probably sit here for a bit with just my feet in.” And she proceeded to do just that, leaning back slightly as her feet sploshed gently in the water. Okay, this was definitely getting trickier. But I was beginning to shiver, and I did want to dry off and warm up on the sun-baked rock.

“Listen,” I said. “I’m, uh... I’d like to get out of the water, but... I’m not wearing a swimsuit.”

“Oh!” she said, raising an eyebrow and giving me a saucy smile.

“Right. I just... didn’t want to shock you or anything.”

“Maybe I want to be shocked,” she replied, leaning back a little further, her arms behind her, her chest thrust out a little more. Then, “Brenda,” she called to her companion, “you’ll want to see this. We caught ourselves a naked man.”

“I figured,” the other answered. I saw that she was standing and bending over my pile of clothes. She held up my underwear and playfully asked “These yours, by any chance?”

“Indeed,” I smiled back. “Well, I guess I’ve ruled out the possibility of offending you two.”

They laughed at that. “Trust us,” said the blond, “nothing to do with the naked body offends us.”

“Well, all right,” I said, and began striding slowly out of the water. Both women kept their eyes fixed on me, and their smiles were beginning to turn me on. When I got to the shallows, the one called Brenda said, “Nice.”

“Thanks,” I said, walking toward my clothes. Suddenly, though, she seized my pants, and scampered a few feet away, still holding my underwear. “Not yet,” she teased. “We’re not done looking.”

The blond had stood up and approached me from behind. “Terrific ass,” she commented. I turned to face her and her friend said, “You’re right, Julie. Check that out.”

“Okay,” I said in a tone of surrender. “Here I am. Take a look.” I raised my arms and spun around slowly. “Now can I have my clothes back?”

“Don’t you have to dry off first?” asked the one called Julie. She placed a hand on my back and slid it down. “You’re dripping.”

I felt a warm tingle at her touch. Brenda stepped forward and dropped my clothes at my feet. She spoke in a low, sultry tone, “You can have these back. I think you should wait, though, before putting them on.”

“Wait... for how long?” I asked softly, as the two of them stood so near me that I could feel their body heat radiating onto my skin.

Julie pressed herself against my back, hands on my shoulders, and whispered, “First, let us help you dry off.”

Brenda pulled off her shirt, revealing a gray sports bra stretched tightly over firm, smallish breasts. “We brought towels,” she said, turning and going to her pack. Julie let go of my shoulders, and I heard her straining with her shirt. When I turned and looked, I saw that she was naked from the waist up. Her breasts were larger than Brenda’s, and they swayed slightly as she raised her arms behind her head to undo her ponytail. Her large n*****s, a faint pink, poked the air.

“It’s not fair for you to be the only one naked,” she said, her blond tresses spilling to her shoulders.

“Quite true,” agreed Brenda, who had already removed her bra and was approaching me with two small towels. She handed one to Julie, passing it around my waist and pressing herself against me as she did so. She drew back slowly in mock alarm. “Oh, now I’m wet, too...” The two of them laughed, and so did I. They were so naturally playful, so completely at ease, that it did not seem that strange to have suddenly crossed over into the realm of the overtly s****l. My c**k had begun to recover from the effect of the chill waters, and was now swelling slowly.

The two bare-breasted beauties began dabbing me with their towels, one standing in front of me, one behind. They rubbed slowly, touching me gently, massaging my flesh. I was certainly much warmer now.

“Oh, just look at this guy’s muscles,” murmured Julie as she ran her towel up and down my right arm with a slow, stroking motion.

“I know,” Brenda answered, rubbing her towel slowly across my chest. She pressed her hands into my pecs. “Mmm, so lean and hard. This one takes care of himself.”

“I try,” I put in, trying to remind them that I was still there. It was a little weird hearing them speak about me in the third person. But I suppose it was no weirder than having two strangers towel me off after skinny dipping.

They had started with my head and shoulders, and were working their way down. They bypassed my waist and crouched to dry off my legs, then, still crouching, they brought their hands back up. Julie rubbed my ass while Brenda gently dabbed and rubbed at my balls. My c**k had continued stirring and stiffening, and now stood out, swaying slightly in the air. “Ooo, gorgeous c**k,” she said as she gripped its base. I felt her hot breath on the swollen head and shuddered slightly with pleasure.

Julie moved around my left side to give my erection a good look. “Mmm, you’re right,” she agreed. She used a corner of her towel to dab daintily at my stiff d**k, while Brenda held my balls cupped in her towel and began fondling them.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a man,” Julie said. She dropped her towel and gripped my stiff manhood. “Can we?”

Brenda looked at her. “It’s up to you, sweetie.” Julie turned toward her, and the two of them kissed, opening their mouths to each other and closing their eyes, moaning softly. Julie’s hand was still clenched around my c**k, but Brenda let go of my balls (and her towel) and placed her palms on Julie’s breasts, squeezing slightly as their tongues entwined. Julie whimpered, then they broke the kiss.