Part 7
We walked in silence, hand in hand in the bright night. We were following the path as it wound its way around the bowl of low hills, mostly keeping to the crest of it.
I was getting used to being naked. My cock felt heavy and thick as it hung freely from my belly. The cool air swirled around my balls, caught in my pubic hair. I was intensely aware of my skin, of the places not usually exposed to fresh air. It felt wonderful.
Penelope's hand was nestled in mine. She walked besides me, careful of her steps in the dark.
A new sound came rising up from the night. Voices. Voices nearby. Mostly laughter, some incoherent shouting. Penelope leaned against me, her skin warm against mine. We both looked around but could see no one. We continued down the path. The voices were getting nearer, or we were approaching a group of people.
We walked around a large boulder to discover a small pool of dark water below us. In the water were five people happily splashing each other. We were a good dozen feet above them and had not been spotted yet. We stood in the shadow of the boulder and watched for a heart beat.
They were campers from the festival, like us, and had found the secret hot spring that had been mentioned by one of the organizers days ago. I hadn't given it another thought at the time, but I saw he was not pulling my leg. It did exist. And these five young people had found it.They were all in various stage of undress. One skinny guy in blonde dreads was naked, standing knee deep in the small pool. The others, two women and two other men, were in variation of underwear. A pile of colorful clothes was tucked on a rock nearby.
The pool was apparently not deep at all. One of the women, dressed in bra and thong, was laying on her back in the middle of the pool, her feet sticking up out of the water. she called out to the others to join her.
Penelope walked down to the pool. I almost cried out to stop her, to remind her of her nudity. But of course, for her, that was the point. I considered putting my clothes back on to follow her. But I stopped, inspired by her example. For me it wasn't about the thrill, it was about the freedom. I just didn't want to put clothes back on after feeling so free.
Penelope said "Hello" in a nice loud voice in order to not surprise the bathers. They all turned, a reply on their lips, but all became stone still, and silent. Penelope slowly walked down the length of the path towards them, stark naked, glowing in the moonlight.
"Whoa." was all one of the guys could muster.
Penelope daintily made her way to the water's edge, keenly aware of the eyes fixed on her. She dipped her toes in the water.
"It's warm" she said, pleasantly surprised. She turned towards me, still hidden in the darkness above them.
"Come on, it feels great" She called out.
Put on the spot, I emerged from my hiding place, holding my clothes by my side. I too started walking down.
"Come on in" said the girl in the water. She turned around on her belly, pushing herself along the water with her hands. The globes of her ass parted the black water.
That broke the silence, and soon they were all asking questions, chatting and laughing. I think most were also very high because some of the comments were barely coherent. I finally made my way to the small group. They were still standing around, chatting. All eyes were on Penelope.
She stood there, smiling. I finally saw her as the others did. Not only naked, beautiful. But also clearly covered in cum from chin to nipples. The cum stains were etched in dust, and unmistakable. The other girl was openly staring, mouth slightly open, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. The guys were fighting the surge to just stare at her naked breasts. Penelope acted as if all this was as natural as the air she breathed. But her nipples were as hard as diamonds. I knew that she must have been buzzing inside.
Since I was mostly ignored by everyone, I made my way to the warm pool. It was a shallow dip in a rocky formation. A small stream of heated water from deep below had filled it, creating a large bath in the middle of the desert. At night, the water was black.
I sat in the water, washing off some of the dust from our walk. The girl glided over to me.
"You guys enjoying your walk?" she said, a grin on her face.
"We sure are" I replied, smiling.
She spun around in the water, floating on her back, bringing her breasts and tummy up to the air. As her bra-clad breasts popped up out of the water I was reminded of my nudity. I was not self conscious anymore. If anything I felt freer that I had in a long time. I saw this beautiful young woman next to me in the water, and all I could think of is how sad it was that she did not feel comfortable enough to be naked, to be free. I was shocked to suddenly find myself the freest among them. I had always been the shy, reserved one in these gatherings. Now I was the most liberated. Surprisingly, I had learned a lot from Penelope.
Penelope stepped into the water, splashing about before sitting down into the warm bath-like pond. She rinsed herself off, cleaning my cum and her sweat from her body. The others were still standing around the pond, staring dumbly at her.
I suddenly resented their presence. They were not part of our world, not part of this night. I stood up and walked out of the pool of water, shaking myself off in the night air. My feet became caked with sandy mud almost immediately. we were not going to be clean for very long.
"Where are you going?" asked the girl in the water.
"It's too warm in there. I think I like the night air better. " I turned to Penelope. "Wanna keep going?"
She looked up at me from her seated position. she looked completely at ease, as if in her bathtub, pretending not to notice the hungry eyes of the men around her. She carefully washed her hands, squeezing her arms together and forcing her breasts up and out.
"I'm enjoying this. This water is amazing, in the middle of the desert, that's so wild!" she exclaimed.
I suddenly felt threatened by the presence of these other men, or simply jealous of the time left with Penelope they were robbing me of. I felt an urgent need to reclaim her attention.
I dug my toes into the sandy soil caught between the rocks. An idea struck.
"I could paint you" I said.
She looked up. "How?" she asked, slightly incredulous.
"Come over here" I motioned, drawing her closer to me on the water's edge.
The old words had worked, she was focussed on me again, and on our game.
She knelt in front of me. Slowly, softly, I started covering her with thin wet mud. I held her arm out and covered it thoroughly. When I was done, I started tracing patterns in the mud, swirls and dots that soon covered her entire arm. She smiled and held out her other arm.
I started covering her arm as well, and then her shoulders and chest. When my hands started running over the heavy swell of her breasts, a heavy silence settled over th little group. My thumbs grazed over her nipples, finding them already hard. Her breasts were soft an heavy in my palms. I held them for a split second longer than I needed while looking into her eyes. She stared back into mine. Her lips parted moistly. She was turned on, and I was the cause.
The other men had come closer, watching me. The one naked guy was at half mast, turned on. The other girl stood back, obviously unhappy. But the one in the water came closer, watching intently.
I continued to cover Penelope's upper body with mud. Satisfied, I started drawing pattens around her chest, around her breasts. One of the guys started doodling on her arm. Penelope raised her arm, offering herself up to them. They took their cue and gathered around.
Now she had four sets of hands drawing on her. The guys nervously traced the edges of her breasts, never daring to go too far. Penelope stood up.
"You guys need more space to draw on!" she said.
I was kneeling in front of her, and her pussy was in front of my face now. I had the best seat in the house. The guys started covering her with mud, running their hands over her legs and back, brushing her ass repeatedly. Penelope opened her legs up a bit more, allowing them to cover her inner thighs as well. All the guys sported full hard-ons now. Penelope's gaze would fall on a hard dick and she would smile like a cat who caught the mouse.
