Amicalola Falls

Amicalola Falls in the North Georgia Mountains is one of my favorite places. The area has 100's of miles of marked trails and 100's more miles of unmarked trails, old farm, and logging roads. Even abandoned farms and towns.

I love these weekends. Atlanta is insufferable in July and August. The mountains are still warm but the cool shade and the water on bare skin for a couple of days really feeds the soul. To just walk in the quiet and listen to the sounds of the forest, the birds, and squirrels - the babbling of the water - the wind in the trees.

Roger is a great companion on these weekends. He is a hunter so he understands the forest. He is open to setting up camp in a place I can be natural for a few days. He is also just an amazing person to be with.

Roger and I found a great spot few years ago about 4 miles from the falls near a feeder stream. We set up camp for the weekend and shed the clothes to really commune with the environment.

This time Roger did not know I had already enlisted David, one of his hunting buddies, to come up to the camp site to set up a surprise fantasy come true for Roger. Roger's fantasy - being called to help find a missing woman only to find her naked and blindfolded, tied to a tree in the woods. While taking photos of her for evidence, he gets so full of lust that he cannot stop himself from playing with her before freeing her.

David and I arranged it for the 2nd day. I told Roger I was going over to the creek for a bit and found David already at the spot we had picked. It took a couple tries to find just the right tree.

David blindfolded me and tied my arms behind around the tree. The blindfold turned off one sense, and turned on the others. The tree bark rough against my back and arms and buttocks. The smell of last fall's leaves all around, and honeysuckle from the east filled my lungs. I could hear the wind in the high branches and birds all around. A pine cone fell to the ground somewhere.

Time warped in the moment. What seemed an hour was only about 15 minutes. I heard the leaves crunch and sticks crackle as someone approached. Roger touched my face, my breasts and belly without saying a word. I knew it was Roger. I could smell Roger.

Roger's excitement was obvious even in his silence and it turned me on as well. His touch was soft, but I could feel the slightest shaking in his fingers. His breathing was faster. I could feel how fast his heart was beating when he kissed me.

The cool breeze and his touch made me dripping wet and my nips so hard they hurt. Roger always knows how to pull what he wants out of me, but this was exceptional. He took his time, in silence, running his hands over my body. He played with my super sensitive nips, licking, sucking, pinching pulling, flicking, groping me to multiple nipple orgasms.

He slowly teased his way down over my chest and belly. His palm cupping the mound above my slit, pushing my behind into the tree bark. Just enough to give me the rough and soft, cool and warm. He slipped his fingers all around my boiling hot juicy middle, and covered my mouth with his own to cover the near screams as I came for him again, and again.

He pulled his hot, wet fingers from me and ran them slowly over my lips before giving me a chance to taste myself on his fingers. I cleaned me off of him. He gently cupped my throat with his hand as he reached behind and cut the rope at my wrists. I started to reach up to remove the blindfold but his hands stopped me.

He turned me so he was behind and put my hands up against the tree. As he did so, he leaned in from behind me, his arm holding my breasts tightly. With his mouth on my ear, he whispered "I own you." The sound of his voice, soft but demanding, in a way only Roger can master, made my body involuntarily tighten with need.

His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and he pushed in from behind. With slow, deep pumps and his hands gripping me from behind it took only a few thrusts to make the waves inside me begin. Our bodies moved together in the rhythm of the moment.

I buried my mouth into my arm to avoid screaming too loud while he grunted and moaned more and louder. I came first. Huge waves of it made my body clamp down on him inside me. The pressure pushed him over and he came so hard he had to throw his arms around me to hold on, lest he fall over.

We got back to the campsite and David was laying back on one of the sleeping bags grinning from ear to ear. We all three chatted some and then Roger decided to go take a nap in the tent. Guess the excitement wore him out. David and I talked for a while and next thing I know I woke up and it was hours later. David and Roger were getting a fire and food together. David spent the night. The next day we all three just hung out, waded the creek, hiked a little.

When it came time to put my clothes back on and get packed up to return to civilization it was a bit of a letdown. I could stay up there naked all summer...