Luckily for me, it turns out that my ejection from the van as it whipped around the curve was not a death sentence after all. The reason that the turn had been so sharp was that the road ran up suddenly against the steep, almost clifflike northern bank of the large lake at the center of the state park. I barely had time to realize this before I hit the water.
I was more or less upright, and plunged feet-first into the depths of the lake, which fortunately was deep enough to slow me down before I hit the bottom. The cold water at that depth snapped me out of the disorientation I'd felt as I fell, and I struggled back to the surface. As I broke through and gasped for air, I heard the shriek of the park ranger's siren receding away towards the west, and the roar of the van engine as Donnie and Lucia continued to attempt their escape. The ranger's car hadn't reached the curve before I was thrown from the van, so I assumed that whoever was driving hadn't seen my fly out into the lake, and that I was, for the moment, safe from everyone. Relieved that I wasn't dead, I began swimming east along the shore, away from the direction of the car chase, and began considering how the hell I was going to get home. I realized I was still holding Lucia's red thong, and, not feeling like littering, I stuck it between my teeth to free my hand for easier swimming.
Not only did I have no idea where my bike was, I was also wearing nothing but my t-shirt and sneakers, my shorts having been removed and deposited on the floor of the van before I initiated my short-lived but extremely enjoyable intercourse with Lucia. Oh well, I thought, I'll figure something out, and kept swimming along half-naked through the balmy top layer of the lake, the late afternoon sun warm on my bare ass.
Gradually the steep bank I'd fallen off by the road gave way to a more gently sloping shoreline, thickly lined with forest and undergrowth. When I spotted a suitable gap in the bushes, I swam for shore, eventually standing up on the sandy bottom and walking the rest of the way in. As I reached shore, I pulled off my shirt, squeezed it out, and laid it to dry on a large flat rock just above the water line, along with my soaked sneakers and Lucia's thong. I figured I'd let my clothes dry a bit, fashion some kind of loincloth from my shirt, and then attempt my escape from the park.
I was sitting there naked on the warm rock, enjoying the peaceful view of the lake and the pleasant rays of the low, orange sun, when I heard some unusual but somehow familiar noises from farther up the bank behind me. Leaving my clothes behind, I discovered a narrow dirt path leading up from the small beach, and followed it up the hill and into the trees.
The noises, which seemed to be some combination of human voices and another sound, harder to identify, were coming from behind a huge boulder that sat at the top of the rise. I followed the path up as it curved right around the boulder, then leaned against the side of it and peered around the corner. My jaw dropped.
There in the clearing was a juicy little blonde wearing nothing but a blue bikini top pulled down below her ripe, slightly upward-curving breasts, which I could tell were natural from the way they bounced deliciously as she rode the dick of the man lying on the blanket beneath her, leaning back and supporting herself on her arms as she slid her shaved slit down his shaft. The voices were theirs, of course, moaning and encouraging one another in a language I couldn't understand, while the other sound I'd heard, I realized, was the wet slap of the woman's voluptuous ass against her lover's thighs as she drove herself down onto his dick.
I was hard almost instantly, and began jerking myself off as I watched the gorgeous blonde pleasure herself, her eyes closed as she bounced up and down. She began riding her lover faster and faster, her breasts jiggling hypnotically as she slammed her pussy down onto the dick beneath her, and finally she cried out something in her incomprehensible tongue, dropped herself one last time onto his shaft, and ground herself into the base, her thighs quivering as she worked through her powerful orgasm. Just as she seemed to finish coming, she leaned forward and opened her eyes, and I realized she was staring straight at me as I stood across the clearing, naked and stroking my prodigious erection.
To my surprise, rather than screaming at me angrily, the woman laughed, waved to me, and turned to speak to her lover. Then she climbed up off of him, shivering a little as she slid her hand between her legs, and stood alongside the man as he sat up. He had long brown hair tied back high up on his head, a few days' beard, and a line tattoo of a stylized sun on his chest. Rather than appearing pissed at me for spying on them, he, too, seemed amused, and grinned at me as the woman reached out and beckoned me towards them.
Since we were all naked, I felt not the least bit embarrassed as I walked across the clearing to them and stood at the edge of the blanket. "Uh, hello," I said rather lamely, wondering if they even spoke English.
"Hello, American!" the guy replied with a grin. "I am Radek. This, my wife Jana," he continued, indicating the woman, and she leaned forward, her breasts pressing together as she extended her hand. I tried, and failed, to keep my eyes on her smiling face as we shook hands, and instead my gaze roved up and down her gorgeous body.
"We are from Czech Republic," Jana said, and I noticed that she, too, was looking me up and down, her eyes lingering on my still-present erection.
"Pleased to meet you," I said to both of them. "I'm Kurt. Sorry for spying on you," I ventured.
Radek laughed. "No problems, Kurt, no problems. We make sex in forest, we want people see us. Jana, she like people watch her make sex," he explained, giving Jana a playful slap on her gorgeous ass.
