Maddie sighed, tired from the hike but moved by the gorgeous vista before her. Dwight was right- This mountain, crowded with skiers during the winter, was largely ignored in the hot months, leaving a verdant scattering of grass avenues and rich, tall trees that were totally devoid of anyone, save the two of them. Her muscular frame growing restless, Maddie twisted her wrists against the padded cuffs as a chill breeze crossed her bare, freckled skin- at least, she HOPED Dwight didn't get her naked and bound when someone else might make the two-hour hike up the mountain.
The view was gorgeous, and the dry heat only barely drew sweat in the shade of the two rustling oaks she was strung between, her wrists tethered to low branches overhead as she knelt in the prickly grass, her ankles tied to stakes and set apart enough to leave her tendr'st parts exposed. Kneeling naked in a forest by yourself, she began thinking, isn't as exciting as it is just stupid.
Her loneliness dissipated to the rustling sound of approaching steps through the grass behind her. She turned her head, but couldn't get more than a sidelong glance at Dwight walking up with something round and shiny in his hands. Not sure what to expect, Maddy began to pant, shifting around against her restraints. As Dwight knelt town behind her, she heard something get set on the ground behind her, to the strange sound of oddly-distorted metallic clinking.
Maddy's curiosity stretched taught before the pieces came together at another sound; the melodic trickle of droplets from a rag being lifted from a bowl of water. Her mouth open, eyes wide, she remembered making fun of Dwight for packing such a heavy bag, trying to goad him into telling her what was in it. She thought, did he really carry ice cubes all the way up here?
Any cogent though instantly shattered as a torrent of icy water was squeezed onto the small of her back. She squealed and shot her hips forward, but it was too late- the icy stream found its way into the crevice of her buttocks, nipping at her labia and inner thigh as the trickles slowed into droplets. For the past long minutes, her whole awareness was occupied by the summer heat, her only fixation some kind of quenching, refreshing relief. To have her need fulfilled so intensely and abruptly left her unprepared to process the sensation, and her gratification and anguished were commingled into a single overwhelming sensation.
Not wasting a moment, Dwight set to work on the soles of her feet, brushing the soft but ragged cotton into the tender arch, then wiping it up Maddy's sole and wiggling it between each toe, then repeating with the other foot.
Her breath coming in rapid whimpers, Maddy slowly sat back on her heels. Dwight dipped the rag again, clinking the ice cubes in the metal bowl, and carried it, dripping, around to her thighs, squeezing the rag against her thigh with a broad, strong hand, sliding the chilly rag up and down her thigh. With his free hand, Dwight reached up and gently cupped Maddy's breast, gently pressing it into her ribs before giving it a firm, affectionate squeeze.