Outbac Fantasy

Trish

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John

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Richard

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John

- Dusk was fast approaching and we needed somewhere to camp. We had left civilisation over a month ago and were travelling around the most remote areas of Australia. For over a week in the Outback we had not seen any other vehicles. Our truck was well equipped for remote travel - we could travel for 2,000 km or for a month or so with having to go into a town for supplies. Inside, the truck was fitted out like a luxury yacht, with a full-sized bed, toilet and shower, stove, fridges, comfortable seats and an on board computer. Unlike other RVs, we had built it on an ex-military 4 wheel drive chassis that was capable of driving over tracks that normal four wheel drives would struggle with. This was our home, the whole world our back yard and the most remote places our playground. We really enjoyed the freedom of the wide-open spaces as well as the lack of people.

We had been travelling all day and the temperature was around 40C that afternoon. We were heading directly towards the clouds gathering on the horizon as the sun began to fall in the sky. We smelled rain in the distance, a thunderstorm was coming and the sky looked out of this world, the red glow contrasting with the dark clouds. I looked over at my wife, she was smiling at me.

"Sunset will be wonderful; we should get some fantastic photographs today."

"Yes, we should," I replied.

We financed our trips by taking photos and doing YouTube videos and had found that we could make a fair bit of money on OnlyFans and Bentbox doing photos. Despite being 45 years old, my wife has the body of a 20-year-old. Our photo shoots in the Outback had proven very popular and she had a good following which brought in a nice amount of money. We tried to do one shoot a day, to always have fresh content.

We do a lot of walking and hiking in our travels and add to that with a regular exercise routine that keeps us both fit and lean. When we started, she was a bit shy, but now she had become a bit of an exhibitionist, used to wearing very little or nothing at all. She doesn't wear a bra or underwear when we are travelling, especially when we are in remote area and it's hot.

We'd been out for a few weeks already and the healthy diet and exposure to the strong Outback sun had given her skin a beautifully even honey-coloured tan. She looked stunning in the afternoon light and I could tell she was excited to do another shoot, especially after the one we had done the previous evening.

We started looking for a place to camp for the night. We could see on our GPS that we were coming up to a river next to a rocky outcrop and that should make a good place to stop and a great backdrop for the sunset photos we hoped to get.

As we came around the bend, there was the creek and stuck in the middle was a Land Cruiser. It was obvious it had been there for more than just a few days. A tent and other camping equipment was spread out on the other side of the creek and the owner of the bogged vehicle was sitting on a chair under a tree. The big smile on his face showed that he was really pleased to see us. We drove our truck through with ease and pulled up next to him.

"Need some help mate?" I said, as I leaned out of the window and asked the obvious question, looking down from our truck at the sun-tanned figure below.

"Thank god you came along, I got lost, then got bogged in the river and I've been here over a week, and was starting to run out of beer," he said.

"You are lucky," I laughed at his weak attempt to cover his relief. "This road doesn't get much traffic and we have not seen anyone for over a week, It's another week's drive out west as well and over 500km to the nearest town. You might have been stuck here for weeks."

Richard

- I had heard the sound of an engine and had rushed to pull on my shorts. I was so relieved to see the beautiful white truck roll around the bend and head down the trail towards me. I'd been stuck in the Outback for too long, my truck had gotten flooded in the river and I'd run out of ideas to fix it. I was comfortable enough - I still had enough food to last a while and whilst the trail I'd been following - at least until I'd got lost - was remote, I was fairly certain that someone would come along eventually. The truck drove through the creek slowly, it was much deeper on the side, but this truck was huge compared to my Land Cruiser, and did it with ease. They were careful not to swamp my car and I gathered they knew what they were doing. I was expecting a stern lecture from some old bushie, telling me how stupid I was to be out here by myself.

It was just a surprise to see that my saviours were a younger looking couple rather than the grey nomads you so often meet. The guy was super-friendly and immediately got down to try and help. Dressed only in a singlet and shorts, he jumped out of his driver's seat straight away went to the back of the truck and began uncovering a big winch. I was amazed by the truck. As I walked around the side, the passenger door opened and his travelling companion looked out from the cab, turning towards me with a friendly smile. What a stunner! - a gorgeous auburn-haired woman, slim but with curves in all the right places. The loose cropped singlet she had on was tiny and looked to be at least a size too small, very tight across her chest and cut to show off a lot of her boobs, side and top. Her nipples were hard, and I could see she didn't have anything on underneath. It left a lot of her midriff on display as well, including a magnificent tear drop-piercing through her belly button. Her toned belly was flat, then my gaze reached her shorts ... shorts, that was a huge understatement. As she stood, moving to get out, I stared. There was hardly any material in the shorts; they were very low, hip hugging pin denim and she had the top button undone. They were not much wider than a belt, ragged all over and with a lot of holes. I could not help but stare as she climbed down from the cab, the back had holes in it, and there was only a ragged strip of material joining the front to the back. I could see the creases of her toned ass as she climbed down and turned to stand before me smiling. If she and her partner looked fresh and wholesome - at least compared to me, a refugee of the bush for over a week - her shorts at least looked like they'd been through a war zone.

Trish

- I opened the door to get down, just as the guy walked around to my side of the truck. I couldn't help but notice his jaw drop as I climbed out. My shorts are admittedly a bit ragged. They were "designer ragged" when I bought them and constant wearing and washing has made the holes a bit bigger and the cloth even more ripped. I suspect my husband has also assisted in enlarging the holes but they're super comfortable to wear as they're so broken in. The shorts barely cover my backside and the holes show my tanned skin beneath. None of that bothers me though as you don't meet many people on the sort of trails we go on in the Outback and I don't really care if I'm showing a bit more of myself than I might in the city. The freedom to do, look and behave as you like is why we like the remote bush. I hadn't bothered to do up the top buttons on the shorts either as it is more comfortable when travelling. I saw the guy watching me as I climbed down. I may not like crowds of people, but I like to show off and I really like it when someone appreciates my body so I took my time, letting him have a good look. I tried hard to keep a straight face as he gulped. I was wearing nothing under the shorts and I guessed it had been a while since he had seen a woman.

"Hi," I said, turning on the last step to face him, "I'm Trish and that's my husband, John." He stared blankly at my chest. The cold air from the air conditioning in the truck had been blowing straight down onto my front and had made my nipples stand hard and firmly erect, visible as darker circles through the white fabric of my singlet as well as causing peaks in the fabric. I never wear underwear when we travel and the short white top is a little bit see through. I smiled as his eyes slowly rose up from my breasts to meet my eyes.

"Hi, I'm Richard..." he gulped, as his eyes returned to mine.

I smiled, "Looks like you have had a bit of bother." Richard looked fairly fit, about 6ft tall and wearing just a pair of board shorts - he was well tanned, blonde hair, every bit the West Coast Surfer.

"Yes," he replied, "I've been stuck here for more than a week."

"This is quite a remote road; you are lucky we came along," I said.

"I think I got a bit lost," he replied, a bit sheepishly.

I looked around, "Well, you have a great camp spot."

"I'll be glad to escape it though," he replied, "Thanks for stopping."

I walked down behind the truck, as my husband continued to get the winch ready to pull him out. It was really hot, 40C easily and so humid before the impending thunderstorms we could see. I stepped into the water. It was crystal clear and so nice and cool. I enjoyed the relief from the hot sun and carried on walking until I was waist deep in the water, about a few meters from the front of his car. The water was flowing through the holes in my shorts and the feeling was enticing, as it swirled around my bare pussy.

Richard had followed me, no doubt staring at my ass all the time.

"What are you doing out here alone?" I said, walking around the ute.

Richard

- "It's a long story," I replied, "My girlfriend and I left Perth a month ago but all we did was argue and we realised travelling was not her thing, so after a big fight, we broke up and I put her on a plane at Alice Springs three weeks ago. Since then, I've just been trying to get away from it all." I realised my mouth was hanging open as I stared at John's wife, mesmerised by her beautiful body and genuine sympathetic query. The first woman I'd seen for over 2 weeks and she was a vision of curves and health, practically naked only feet from me.

Trish showed genuine concern in her face as she looked at me, apparently unconcerned by how much of her body she was showing me. "Big break-up - that's a shame. Do you think you'll get back together again?"

"I doubt it," I said. "We realised that we wanted different things from this trip and maybe for our relationship. I wanted to experience the wildness of the Outback and I think she's really a city girl who wants more people around."

This woman exuded freshness and sexuality, but I'd only just met her so I didn't want to disclose the real reason for our big argument, that I'd wanted my girlfriend to be more adventurous in bed and try more daring things. But she just wasn't interested, saying she preferred normal sex, not the "weird" stuff. I sighed as I thought about this and after being on my own in the bush I was feeling more than a little frustrated.

As I talked with her, in my mind all I thought about was sex and my own desires, I couldn't help looking at Trish's breasts as they pushed the front of her shirt out, her nipples had hardened and were straining the thin fabric. And those shorts! I could see something through the water as the moved, was there something glinting in them? I just about recognised that John had asked me a question about how the truck got where it was and managed to pull together a coherent answer.

"I hadn't reckoned the river was so deep when I came around the bend as I didn't think it had rained so much and I just lost it as I got halfway across," I said. "I reversed out and tried again, with a bit more momentum, to able to keep going and push through but then the engine stalled and it sank in up to the chassis and that was it, it's really bogged now. I've tried digging it out, but the water just pushes the sand back into the hole faster than I can dig it out. It also looks like I've got some water in the fuel tank, the motor would turn over, but it's not starting and now the battery is flat."

Trish

- "John should be able to help, he is good with cars." I replied. I could not help notice Richard's tanned body, shirtless and wet from wading through the creek. He was lean, and whilst not as big as my husband, his six-pack abs were from an underwear model. He was a bit scruffy looking, but had kept his face smooth. He kept on looking at me with open admiration, sneaking glances through the water at my shorts and had no doubt caught glimpses of my gold clit piercing. His gaze was flattering and I began to think what he was seeing, how he'd react to me if I showed a little more. The thought of showing off made my mind wander and I felt my own body react.

Sometimes, when I am not wearing anything under my shorts, the hard point of fabric where the front and back seams meet between my leg rubs on my clit when I walk, and this was happening again, each step teasing my sensitive spot. I moved slowly, the combination of the water cooling and soothing me and the fabric teasing me. John and I had had some pretty wild sex last night and I was still feeling a bit tender but the water was soothing, and I began to enjoy the feeling.

John climbed down from the truck and started pulling out the rear winch rope. "Once we drag it out, I'm pretty sure I can get it up and running again." He coiled a length of rope behind the truck, not wanting to get in the water. "Make sure you hook that strap onto something solid, because whatever you attach it to is coming out; hopefully with the rest of the car attached." He smiled at me; he had told this joke a number of times to people we had rescued.

"We will pull you back with the winch, as it is a bit more controlled, then I'll tow you up there." he said, pointing to an open section of ground behind us.

"Yes, sure," replied Richard walking out to get the rope. He pulled it back out, the winch whirring as they fed out enough rope to reach the car.

I walked back towards him, stopping when the water reached the bottom of my singlet. I knew it would go transparent if it got wet. The water was more than waist deep on him as he got to his car and his hand went under the water, trying to get the hook attached to his car. He seemed to have some problems and ducked his head under to try again to attach the hook to his car.

"The hook is a bit too big for my recovery point," he said as he came back up, splashing me a bit and heading up to the bank. I followed him back out of the water, looking for my husband who had disappeared around the other side of the truck.

"John, can you get a sling or something, the hook is too big?" I called out to my husband, as I walked out of the creek.

"Sure, I've got a smaller tow strap," he said and headed to one of the storage boxes on the far side of the truck.

I turned back to Richard and heard him gasp. I looked down to see that my top was quite a bit more see through now where the water had splashed on it, and clinging underneath my boobs. I could tell he was not concentrating on the job at hand and saw a bulge in his pants starting to form as he continued to sneak glances at me. "John should be able to help, he is good with trucks." I said and walked back into the water, going a bit deeper this time. The water swirled around, playing with my shorts again. I found a spot where the flowing water made my shorts flap against my clit and I stood there enjoying the sensations. I was getting a bit too turned on. I snapped out of my excitement, as I heard Richard say something.

"Sorry, I was day-dreaming; what was that?" I asked and moved a bit closer to Richard, as his eyes roamed over my body.

"It's been really hot these past few days," he said, "I was so glad to have this creek to cool off in."

"Yes, it is wonderful, there must be a spring upstream somewhere," I replied; the water is not usually so clear out here. I moved, turning my back to the current and the water flowed through the holes in my shorts, directly onto my ass. Yes, that was heaven, I thought, and the current flowed directly onto my tight hole which was still a bit sensitive from last night. I don't know how long I stood, turning slowly, directing the cool flow over my ass and between my legs; it was like someone was gently running their fingers over me. I moved my legs wider apart, the water now flowing onto my pussy as well. I swayed a bit, enjoying the sensation.

"The water is great, and so clear," Richard's voice interrupted my thoughts, standing next to me, looking down through the water. I looked down and saw my shorts were a lot more open than before, my clit piercing glinting now and again as the shorts moved in the current. From the look on his face Richard was enjoying the view. I wondered if he realised just how much I was enjoying the sensation of someone watching me being gently stimulated?

John returned with a short strap and a soft shackle.

"This should work," he called out, standing at the edge of the water. Turning to face him, I snapped out of my self-pleasuring and relaxed down into the cool stream, ducking my head under water before coming back up. Water pouring off my body, I walked out to take it from him and he smiled.

"Enjoying the water?" He asked and I saw him smiling as he looked at my now soaked top.

"Yes, it is lovely and cool," I replied. "You should try it." I looked down; my top was almost transparent now, clinging to my boobs, showing my nipples erect and darker than the surrounding skin. "Bit much?" I asked smiling.

"You are such a show-off," he said shaking his head with a smile and headed back to the truck.

I turned around and walked back over to Richard with the sling and shackle, using my arms to cover my breasts as best I could until I got to the deeper water.

John

- I watched Richard's eyes light up as Trish walked towards him., I wasn't surprised to see her standing next to this stranger with her now transparent shirt hardly covering her gorgeous breasts. She looked stunning in the afternoon light and by the look on her face was enjoying showing herself off.

She was almost shoulder deep in the creek standing next to Richard, holding the tow strap. I quickly rewound the winch back in and then hooked up the other end of the strap to the truck and stood back, watching them as Richard ducked under the water for what seemed like a long time, before finally coming up.

"All hooked up," he called out. Trish handed him the winch hook which he attached to the sling.

"Ok, jump into your car and hold the wheels straight and I'll pull you out," I called back.

I waited and watched as Trish walked out of the water, her gorgeous body dripping wet as she walked toward me. I stopped, looking at my wife standing next to the river, her nipples were even more erect and clearly visible through the transparent material.

I saw Richard was staring at my wife's backside and when she turned around to look at him, finally giving him a view of her transparent shirt, he stared open mouthed at her, then realised I was watching. As he quickly turned back and bent down to open the car door, he misjudged and hit his head on the door of his car.

Trish laughed and turned and walked towards me. "Pass me the camera, I'll stop distracting you and get out of the way while you boys play," she said, pointing to some rocks upstream. "I'll take a video of the recovery, then I'm going to get some photos of the sunset," she said and headed off up the river, camera in hand.