She woke to the smell of coffee and smiled. He didn't drink the stuff, so she knew he'd made it just for her. She stretched lazily, grabbed the soft flannel blanket they'd fallen asleep under in front of the fire last night, wrapped it around herself to cover her nakedness, and wandered toward the kitchen. She was able to watch him for a bit as he busied himself in the kitchen, and she savored looking at him unnoticed. There was simultaneously power and grace in his movements that made him very enjoyable to watch.
"Hey! How long have you been standing there? Um, you look great," he said as he took in the curves of her pale breasts over the top of the blanket and noticed the arch of her back as it sloped toward her ass. She smiled at him and took the coffee he offered. "So, are you ready for some adventure today?" he asked.
"Absolutely! Let's go have some fun," she said.
They had decided to explore the state park that the cabin was near. There were a bunch of trail heads they could pick from the park's parking lot, and decided on the trail that was an easy walk around the lake to start. A bunch of other people had the same idea for a walk in the park because it was such a lovely fall day with crisp temperatures and beautifully colored leaves. They kept running into families and other couples as they walked.
"You know," he said, "this is very nice and the park is beautiful, but I really want to be kissing you right now. All of these people are making that hard to do."
She stopped walking, looked at him for a minute, and pulled him to her so she could kiss him. She stood there kissed him for a long time, exploring his mouth with hers and his body with her hands, until they were interrupted by the sounds of another group of people approaching them and the little kids in the group giggling at them. "Kiss me whenever you want. The thought of getting caught in public turns me on." The rest of the walk around the lake was spent looking at the leaves, kissing and touching each other from time to time, and talking about what had been happening in their lives since they'd last seen each other.
After they finished the lake trail, they stopped at the car and grabbed the picnic basket he'd packed while she'd slept. They decided that after lunch they'd tackle one of the harder trails once they checked out the options.
She'd been keeping an eye on the trail traffic and had determined one had barely any other people on it, so she suggested they take that trail since it seemed to be 'the road less traveled by.' He appreciated her Robert Frost literary reference but appreciated the prospect of being alone in the woods with her more, so he agreed to her trail choice. The trail was the steepest one in the park and the trailhead sign promised sweeping views of the park at the summit, a wandering stream with hidden pools, and the possibility of wild animal sightings. As he went to put the picnic basket back in the car before they headed out, she suggested they bring the picnic blanket so they could use it at the summit to sit and enjoy the view.
They set off on the trail when the day had warmed and the sun shone brightly through the colorful forest canopy. Although there were a few people heading back down the trail after their morning hikes, they didn't see anyone heading up the trail. It was as if they had the trail to themselves, and the trail was just as the park signs had promised.
There were deer and foxes that could be seen drinking water on the opposite bank of the stream. The cool water appeared to be as appealing to animals as they were to humans as the day's temperature climbed. The sights on the trail were so lovely, they hadn't realized they had been hiking up the mountain for almost two hours when they came upon a secluded pool that the stream had formed.
She turned around to point the pool out to him, and saw that he was already stripping off his clothes while grinning broadly at her. She smiled right back as she started undressing too.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the stream's pool with him. He stepped into the water and turned to help her in. Before letting her step into the water, he pulled her close to him and started kissing her deeply. Their tongues tangled with each other as he ran his hands over her breasts, making her rosy nipples harden with excitement.
She let out a soft moan as his thumb passed lightly over her nipple again, and pulled his head down to her breast. "Do that again," she demanded, "but this time with your tongue."
He was happy to comply and eagerly took her ample tits into his hand and pulled her nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue over her gently, playing with her until she moaned more loudly with her head tilted back in pleasure. As her long curly brown hair brushed his hands, he grabbed it passionately and said, "what do you want me to do now?"
She looked at him for a moment, taking in his beautiful body and fully erect cock. She could feel the desire flaring in her belly and her pussy tightening in anticipation of his engorged dick filling her. What did she want him to do now? Everything! Did she really need to pick just one thing? She loved the feel of his mouth on her body, but her pussy was wet and aching for attention. She needed him to touch her there, so she told him, "I want you to play with my clit. Make me cum and then fuck me in the water."
He loved when she told him what she wanted and could feel his cock thickening with desire for her. He was happy to indulge her request. He kissed her for a moment before returning his attention to her breasts, but this time his hand slid down her stomach and through her triangle of dark, curly pubic hair in search of her clit.
Her stomach tightened even more as his hand got closer to her hot epicenter. When his finger touched her clit, her knees went weak and they stumbled deeper into the stream. He could feel how ready she was for him. Her clit was exceptionally sensitive and her slit was dripping for him.
He ran his finger slowly around her clit in an effort to relax her, but that only served to arouse her more. The long, slow strokes made her open herself up to him more and pleasure trailed wherever his finger wandered. He could feel her climax building, and his cock was throbbing in time with her groans. He played out his need for her on her, stroking her in the rythym he wanted to be fucking her. She came to a shuddering climax on his hand and collapsed onto him, breathing heavily.
"Yes. That. That was exactly what I wanted you to do to me. And now I want you in me," she told him. With that, she pulled him further into the pool to a shaded part that was mostly obscured from the trail by low-hanging branches. "Fuck me here!" she growled, "and do it now."
He didn't need to be asked a second time but he did need to say, "are you sure? If anyone comes past us, they'll likely see us. We're blocked from view, but not totally..."
"I'm sure. I want you. Now. Here," she replied. Before she had finished speaking, he had turned her quickly around and bent her over the mossy bank while nudging her legs apart with his foot. One of his hands found her clit again from behind while his other hand found her breast. He pulled her back into him as he played with her.
"You really do get turned on by the thought of getting caught, don't you?" he murmured in her ear. "You are wetter right now than I've ever felt you."
"Are you kidding me?" she replied. "Everything about this is amazing. This place is beautiful. You're hot as hell. And the way you can make me feel is fantastic. If we get caught, we might have to worry about people joining in! Would you please stop talking now and fuck me?"
With that, he pull back his hand from her pussy and quickly slid his rock-hard cock into her. He slowly thrust himself in and out of her a few times, grabbing her hips to steady himself on the slippery stream-bed. Once he was sure of his footing, his pace picked up and her back arched each time he drove himself deeper into her. This position - with him behind her - allowed him to hit her g-spot each time he buried himself in her. She could feel her arousal building as his rhythmic pumping made her ache for him - and for her release.
"Don't stop," she panted. "This feels so good. Keep fucking me. I want to feel you cum in me."
"Hey! Someone must be picnicking here," a voice from the trail said.
He stopped moving and she groaned in dissatisfaction. "Did you hear that?," he whispered.
"Yes. I did," she whispered back, "but don't stop. Either they saw us by now or they didn't. There's nothing we can do about it now." As she was talking, she had slowly started moving her hips back into him and sliding his throbbing dick in her warm wetness. "But we can do something about making each other cum. Please fuck me. Now!"
His hips had started responding to hers before his mind registered what she was saying. He moaned and started banging her from behind. "You are very convincing... but try to be quiet!"
