George finished photographing the last of the four waterfalls at Whiskeytown Lake and turned to start the trek back to the trailhead. This hike had been the longest of the four at 1.7 miles one way. The elevation change was 600 feet over the length of the hike. He was in fair shape for a 63 year old man but he still needed to take several breaks on the way up, especially on the steeper grades. The good news was that most of the return trip would be downhill. While he had enjoyed the hikes and had taken several pictures that he was sure he could sell. He was glad to be able to go back to his truck and relax with a cold beer while he uploaded the pictures to his computer for editing.
He had always been interested in photography but until his retirement a year ago he hadn't had much time to devote to it. Since then he had purchased a couple nice lenses and attended a few workshops trying to up the ante on his new hobby.
This trip was all about photographing waterfalls and he was sure he would be pleased with the results. As he hiked to each of the falls he fantasized about finding a cute woman skinny-dipping in the pool below the falls. Of course the fantasy wasn't fulfilled. He'd never be that lucky!
The closest he got was a skinny twenty something chick in a bikini but she was with her chubby tattooed and nipple pierced boyfriend, that and the fact that he had nearly forty years on her meant it probably wouldn't have gone anywhere even if she had been alone. But the fantasy persisted in his mind.
As he continued the descent he heard the sound of rushing water. Looking down over the embankment he could see a small creek with a number of cascades. He remembered seeing it on the way up the trail. He stood there contemplating whether to try and descend the bank for a closer look and more photos. Knowing that any descent would involve an uphill climb back to the trail. He was on the verge of passing up the opportunity when he thought he heard a female voice.
"Hey mister!" He heard her say again. "You just gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna come down here and take my picture?"
George looked around where he thought the voice was coming from, "I hear you but I can't see you."
The woman waved her hand and yelled "Over here!"
He finally saw her and called back, "How in the hell did you get down there?"
"Go back up the trail about fifty feet. You'll see a narrow path," she yelled back.
"Oh great back up hill!" he said to himself, as he turned and started up. He found the path, which was very narrow and no doubt only used by the animals to access the creek and who ever was calling to him. Fortunately it was an easy descent and he was soon standing next to a small creek with a lot of cascades.
George looked up and down the creek trying to find the woman behind the voice.
"I'm over here," he heard her laugh. "Boy, you sure aren't much of a Daniel Boone are you?"
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw her head pop up from behind a small shrub.
"Well, how am I suppose to see you behind the brush?" He answered, walking toward her.
She laughed as her head disappeared behind the bush again.
George made his way around the brush and saw her from behind. She was sitting in the creek naked. At least she was naked from the waist up. She had positioned her body in a shallow part of the creek with her legs splayed at a forty-five degree angle directing the onrushing water into her crotch. The water cascaded over her thighs making it difficult to tell whether she was completely naked.
Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. She had that smile of satisfaction a woman gets when someone or something is touching her in just the right way.
She moved her hands leaning further back into the water giving George an excellent view of her perfect tits. They were small; probably a 'B' cup at best but perfectly formed. Her long black hair drifted away from her on top of the water.
She tilted her pelvis higher against the cascading water and smiled. He saw her ass. It was bare and just as perfect as her tits. Her body was well tanned and sculptured. Not even a hint of a tan line was visible anywhere on her gorgeous form.
He felt his dick getting stiff as he stood there mesmerized by her beauty.
"Are you just going to stand there gawking or are you gonna take my picture?" she asked. "I like this pose? Don't you?"
"Wh-what, oh yeah, sure," he finally managed to say. "It's not often I find a naked woman alone in the woods, especially a beautiful one," he added.
He dropped his backpack and kicked off his shoes. After pulling his socks off he stepped into the creek toward her, extending the legs of his tripod almost as fast as his dick was making its way down the leg of his shorts. He set the tripod up next to her. After adjusting the camera angle he zoomed in on her face and snapped off a couple shots. "Let's have a look at those eyes," he said.
She looked up at him and smiled. Her eyes were nearly as dark as her hair. George snapped off a couple more shots before widening the view to include her chest and getting a few more images of her.
Her breasts were perfectly shaped with large dark areolas surrounding even darker nipples that were partially erect. "Gorgeous," George said, snapping off a few more shots.
"I can tell you like the view," she said, looking up at the obvious bulge in his shorts.
"What's not to like?" he answered. He panned further out and took a few shots of her entire body. She lowered her hips slightly allowing the water to take away the clear view her pussy.
"Damn, I should have been faster," George said, turning the camera and zooming in between her legs.
She obliged him by lifting herself out of the water and holding herself up while he got more shots of her shaved mound no longer obscured by the moving water.
"Why don't you lower your camera and get some shots at a lower angle," she suggested.
George nodded as he started to retract the tripod legs. He set the shortened rig back in the creek and started kneel into the water.
She laughed, "Wait silly. You're not going to like trekking out of here if you get all wet. I'll hold the camera while you take your clothes off."
He was stunned for a couple seconds as he looked at her, not quite sure if she was serious or not. She smiled at him confirming her suggestion.
"You got it?" he asked, waiting for her to grab one leg of the tripod. "Hold it, I'll be right back."
He waded through the shallow water to the bank of the creek and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on top of his backpack. He pushed his shorts and bikini briefs down in one motion. When he stood up and turned back toward her his cock pointed at her leading the way.
"Oooh, nice!" she exclaimed, "Now I'm enjoying the view."
