A dreamers camp.
I'd been looking forward to this getaway. It wasn't a spur of the moment like I usually do. I'd planned to have a couple weeks off and the majority of it spent at a local camp I often visit. Now having said that, what I call local and what you may call local would likely to be 2 different things. I consider 3 hours drive still local. But I know many Australians who share the same thoughts.
I'd been here for a few of days, it's a nice little private camp that could comfortably handle 2 small groups around each fire place at each end of the field. It lines the river, giving off a nice relaxing natural river running noise through the camp. The river and camp separated with a line of trees maybe 10-15m deep. If you try hard enough you can see the river but you must really want to be looking. There is only 1 track down to the water from camp and it's right next to my camp.
It was late Friday afternoon and I was busying myself cooking a lamb roast with the fire, when I saw the other car rolling up the dusty road. I poured another drink and told myself to keep my eyes to myself and let them just set up. I know they will be looking at me and I didn't want to be that ogling neighbour but it's hard when these are the 1 st people I've seen in 3 days.
They seem to rush setting up there tent and not that I was watching but I counted a couple and 1 young son. I could smell my dinner was getting close and there is far more then I'll eat. I thought it would be a nice way to break the ice to offer a nice feed after there travels. I have more then enough and it will save them cooking and washing up. So I walk over and introduce myself. After a brief chat they took me up on my offer so I head back and toss a few more potatoes on the fire before preparing the veggies and gravy.
Once dinner was ready for us all, I served myself and took the rest over to them. I must have arrived just as the wife had finished changing. Fixing her hair and her wrap dress, it was a faded red but she looked fantastic in it anyway. With a friendly smile her husband suggested eating across with me, around the fire and the light off my caravan.
While eating, small talk was in suit. This is where I found I could now see them all properly. She was tall, leggy, voluptuous, shapely woman. Long brown hair but under the fire light her eyes and her smile was the draw.
It was nice to have company after not seeing anyone for a few days. It is a bonus that there is an appealing nature to the newly met company.
After we all finished eating I gathered all the dishes and set about cleaning them before I could retire to the fire for the rest of the night.
The wife came across and offered to dry the dishes as I cleaned them. He also offered her name. Krista. I remember catching myself thinking, to any other name, would she smell as sweet. I know that's not how the saying goes but her perfume was tantalising, of Japanese cherry blossoms with a hint of vanilla.
She then put her son to bed as her and her husband busied themselves around there own camp. Before heading back over with a few drinks as we all shared the evening.
Kristas husband asked about the lay of the land. Various walks, cliffs or anything else of interest.
There are a few cliff edge walks and some deep swimming holes around and if you are energetic enough about 2 km up stream there is a small waterfall. But no real track to lead there. I've not ventured much further then that. I told him.
He suggested about putting up his drone and we could both learn more of the area. Perhaps find some 4wd tracks we could venture.
They finished there drinks and headed off to bed, as I kicked back with my feet up after stoking the fire for a bit more of a flame.
Then the light switched on in there tent. The tent was made of a light but strong material which reflected the shadows from the inside. Down low I could see the bedding, but only 1 person kneeling. I guess gathering clothes from a bag. Rifling through as if they had lost or forgotten to pack something. Then stood up, that's when i could tell it was her, she turned sideways to the light and took her dress off. Dropping it to the ground with her bra. Still sideways. Her reflection showed her perfect shapes. I was transfixed on the way her ample boobs rounded to a perfect point of her erect nipple.
She turned what I would guess is face on, as I tried to was the lump in my throat down with my whiskey. The shadow showed her long legs, my eyes following them then pausing at the meeting point. I swallowed with my blank mind racing. Her hips slightly wider than her waist then her her boobs poking out in the shadows as she stretched for the roof of the tent before bending down with straight legs. Turning to the side, I was mesmerised as she hung there, giving a little bounce then twisting to the other side before standing up. She then slipped on what looked like a small g string underwear and a singlet top. Turning to the side again I could still see her erect nipples and roundness of her boobs and slender body before darkness as the light turned off.
I sat and sipped on my whiskey keeping at watchful eye on the tent for the light. Keeping the image fresh in my head hoping for it to flick back on.........
I enjoyed another and another drink, while sitting back listening to the fire crackle and the smoke dissipating into the chandelier of stars.... Every time I look at the southern cross, I remember taking girls camping, when I was younger and sitting back looking at it, talking about it for hours. I love to reminisce of my younger days.
Well as my mind wanders the more I feel my bed calling. Bending to poor 1 more drink and stoke the fire 1 last time to try and get a bit more heat from it to see me through the last of the night.
Watching the fire, I was drifting off before I caught the familiar sound of a tent zipper. I cast my eyes across and there she was dimly lit from the fire, looking across at me. Krista smiled and waved before walking off behind there car. My guess was to do a bush wee. As she wasn't gone that long. Krista then walked up towards me and put her hands up to feel the warmth of the fire. My eyes glued on her and she knew it. Her tiny sheer white G string didn't keep much for the imagination, I could see a small tag off the elastic but through poor light I had no idea of the brand. It seemed to be sitting to 1 side showing off what looked like half of heaven, I say heaven because there was no hair, at all. Her singlet top seemed to be white and said wicked weasel as it stretched across her braless boobs. Keeping my heart racing.
Krista still giving me a sweet smile, wished me a good night and headed off towards her tent. I watched as her bum walked away into the darkness and that's when I realised the tan lines were running parallel with her G string.
On that note, I finished my drink, stood and adjusted myself in my jeans and headed off to bed with those thoughts in dancing in my head.
The next morning. I got up early and grabbed my fishing gear, I head down the river and set myself up at one of the nearby deeper holes which is the closest swimming hole to camp.
I lay back on a rock with my akubra tilted over my face, my head lent back on an old dead log and my legs crossed. Still feeling the affects of the whiskey from the night before, it was a battle to keep my eyes open while listening to the unmistakable sound of the relaxing running stream.
I had been here for maybe 2 hours and the sun is now high up in the sky. The insects are no longer dancing on the water surface so I've past my window of opportunity to catch them while they are on the bite.
That's when I smelt that fantastic perfume again. I had been eager to see her again as she is the 1st woman I've seen in a week and after the sights from the night earlier I'm very nervous. What would her husband think if he knew what I had seen. So I kept my hat down over my eyes. I could still see around.
Crossed the river by jumping across the rocks where they were close enough and causing a small dam. She lay a towel down on a rock that was in direct sun light adjacent to me although maybe 10m up stream.
I tried not to look at Krista but it's hard not too in the swimmers she was wearing. They are a one piece swimmer low cut on the sides and a G string bum. Aqua in colour with a white trimming around them. I know she knew how good she looked because she couldn't stop taking selfies.
Then my line went off and I got up. The fish fought well and was a large rainbow trout once I got it in. It was hilarious the scream Krista let out when I got up to fight the fish as. Admits her laughing I managed to understand she didn't notice me sitting there.
She stepped back across the rocks and headed on down to sit with me. Her cream colour brimmed hat with small black band tripped to 1 side. Setting up the illusion she was glamorous. I caught myself thinking, it wasn't an illusion, this woman is glamorous.
She took a photo of me with my fish before I released it. It was just to pretty of a fish. So I left it to be caught another day.
Krista joked about her photos she was taking. I think she was embarrassed, I just said I was asleep. But would love to see them. I asked why she was embarrassed? Letting her know how gorgeous she is.
A quite shy laugh came from her as she looked away. " I don't hear that very often " then a long pause.
Now I'm a very shy person and like my solitude because I'm awkward to boot.
"Would you mind taking some pictures of me?" Krista asked coyly. Splashing her feet in the water.
I jumped at the chance as she handed me her phone. She said she has been enjoying the sun lately and trying different swimmers. She would like to get photos in others she has with her.
She 1st drops the strap off 1 shoulder, then the other. She sits, then stands then sits again. She mentioned this was a bare vision, one piece in Aqua. What ever that means.
