It was an unusually warm spring day as we continued on our journey up the trail. It had been a while since we were able to get outside and enjoy the seclusion and peacefulness of the outdoors. We did not speak much as we walked along the trail; we were taking in the scenery and sounds of the world around us. Towards the end of the hike for the day, we were following a mountain stream. We decided that this would be the perfect place to camp for the night providing us with a place to wash up and gather water. We found a nice spot about 50 yards away from the stream to set up camp. We took off our packs and set them against the tree. I took off my boots and changed into my hiking sandals and then took of my sweaty t-shirt. I was standing there in my sports tank that fits snugly against me showing of my nice round c-cup breasts.
You come up behind me and wrap your arms around me. I feel your breath against my neck as I turn my head towards you. We kiss, the first one was soft quick and light, and then the next kiss was longer, nibbling on your bottom lip. I begin to feel a rise as my body starts to ache for your touch. I break away from you; I turn and smile. "We better get this camp set up," I say. You look at me with that look. You know that look, the one you give me when I tease you and you can't do anything about it. I see that grin on your face.
You begin to set up the tent as I walk to the stream and begin to filter our water for the night. I find a nice spot in the stream where the water is about a foot deep. I walk to the other side of the stream and find a rock to sit on that has a good view of the campsite. I plunge the one end of the filter into the water as I begin to pump the water through it. I catch you looking at me every once in a while. I must be a funny sight. My legs spread with the water bottle between them as my face cringes as I pump the filter.
I watch you set the tent up, you are my rugged man. I can see the stubble on you face from not being able to shave in a few days, a few droplets of sweat running down your tanned face. I see you bending over and can see the outline of the muscles in your thighs from your shorts. My mind starts to wander. I think about your gentle touch against my soft skin, my legs wrapped around your thighs, your kisses caressing my naked body. "Ugh" I yell, my daydream coming to an abrupt halt as the water is overflowing from the bottle onto my lap. You look over and let out a laugh. I sarcastically grin in your direction as I stand up and let the water run off of me.
With the camp set up, I decide to wash up. I grab a change of clothes, the camp towel, and the environmentally safe soap and make my way back to the stream. Once I get to the stream, I hang my stuff up on a tree branch that was close by and walk in. The ice cold water feels good on my sore feet. My nipples react immediately to the cold of the water, and are clearly visible under my sports tank.
I notice out of the corner of my eye that you have positioned yourself so you can see me. I grin to myself as I decide to give you something to watch. First, I wet my bandana with water, tilt my head back and wring it out over my head. Once my hair is dripping wet I run my fingers through it getting the excess water out. Then I lean down, my front towards you. I am not sure from where you are sitting if you have a clear view down my tank, but I know you have a vivid imagination. I squirt some soap on my bandana and slowly begin to wash my face, then my one arm, then the other arm.
Next, I take off my tank. My naked flesh covered in goose bumps from the cold water. My breasts are perky and tight from the coldness. Soap foaming in my hand, my fingers cup and caress my breasts in a circular motion; my erect nipple slides under each of my fingers as they tease and rub the soap in; my left one first, then my right. I steal a glance at you; you are no longer even pretending to do something useful; you are sitting back and watching. My eyes travel down your chest, trailing down your stomach, to your shorts where I notice the effects of my bathing causing a much tighter fit. I am happy to think that we may not get much sleep tonight. I arch my back as I try to reach behind me to wash my back. Then rinsing out the cloth, I use it to rinse the soap off of me. I grab the towel and dry the top half of my body off and then put on my white tank top.
Next I slip my hiking shorts off. I thought your eyes were going to pop out as you look at my firm bare ass in the water. This time I bend away from you. You get a view of my ass and more as I bend over to wash. Once again I begin to wash up this time starting at my calf and then moving slowly up my thigh. I switch to the other leg and wash the same way. Then still bent, I spread my legs a bit as I take the soapy cloth and wash my pussy. I part my lips and make sure to clean well and then move the cloth up between my legs and I continue to the back side. I rinse off and then begin to towel off, and step out of the stream to put on my loose shorts. At this point my body is practically numb from the coldness of the stream water, but the look on your face was priceless. I am going to enjoy being warmed up later.
I make my way back to the tent area and begin to make preparations for dinner. I can see the desire in your eyes. As I stand up from getting the stove out of the pack, I feel you close. Your hand brushes my wet hair to the side. I can feel your warm breath against my neck. You whisper "enjoy your bath?" "Uh huh" I say as I wiggle into you, feeling the effect I am having on you. Your hand slips under my shirt and cups my breast as you hold me close. My breathing becomes ragged, not knowing what you are going to do next. You walk away and begin to gather wood for the campfire. After what I did to you in the stream, I guess I deserved that. A grin appears on my face as I wonder how long we can play this game.
We calm down a bit and begin to get the practical arrangements for the night made. It is your turn tonight to build the campfire and my turn to cook. It was nothing spectacular, pasta and tomato sauce. I cut up some of the fresh veggies and added them to the sauce. I also made some biscuits. We lucked out when we found this place to spend the night; there was already a ring for a campfire. You sat on the large dead log next to the fire and I placed my sitting pad between your legs as we watched the flames of the fire rise. Every now and then I would feel your hand run through my hair or brush my shoulder or back lightly. Those touches were reigniting the flames within me as we sat.