This is a fairly tame, risqué story involving unexpected nudity. If you are looking for stories that involve sex, infidelity or swinging, this is probably not for you. It is more suitable for couples to enjoy together. My thanks to Laurielou for her editing assistance.
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Finally! All packed, loaded and on our way to Big Sur for a short vacation. Bill had found a secluded cabin on the internet for three days and two nights that sounded great. It was described as very secluded and the property butted up against Andrew Molera State Park with all of its forests, trails and nature. Photos showed a small cabin surrounded by majestic pines, wildflowers and even an outdoor tub. I was looking forward to relaxing, reading a little and going out to some nice restaurants.
After a long but pleasant six-and-a-half hour ride up the beautiful Pacific Coast Highway, we arrived at the entrance to the dirt road that led to the cabin. Without the owner's detailed directions, we would never have found it. Bill had to get out to open an old combination lock that held a chain locking the gate. This gave me a better feeling of security since there did not seem to be other houses or businesses nearby and the gate would be locked behind us.
The road was a surprisingly long drive before we came upon the cabin, or I should say, cabins. Bill was not happy. He was expecting just one.
"The photos never showed a second cabin!"
A parked pickup truck was evidence that there were already other guests in the second cabin. We unloaded our things and began to look around. The location was actually even nicer than the photos showed. There was a fire ring, relatively new Adirondack chairs, a picnic table and, set off at the edge of the woods, a fire-heated old tub to relax in and soak up the beautiful view. Not much chance of that happening with our neighbors' present.
As we looked around a man walked out of the second cabin and welcomed us with three ice-cold bottles of beer. He introduced himself as Rick. After a brief chat about ourselves and where we were from, he gave us his background. He was an EMT in Santa Cruz by day and was going to school at night to become a Physician's Assistant. He had about 6 months to go before completing his studies and certification. He explained that he had been coming to the same cabin almost monthly for years to relieve the stress of his job and studies. He was very familiar with the area, trails and some secret sights and would gladly share them with us.
Rick had one of those personalities that made you immediately trust and feel comfortable with him. Valuable in his chosen career. I guess I should describe Rick. He mentioned that he was unmarried, forty-six years old, but looked about 10 years younger. He was almost as tall as Bill with a trim, athletic body. He had salt and pepper hair, was clean-shaven and, not least, quite handsome.
After getting settled, Bill and I went to a local restaurant a few miles away that Rick recommended and had a delightful dinner. It was dark when we returned. SO DARK! No streetlights or lights from other cabins or businesses were visible. The stars were amazing! So many more than we ordinarily can see at home.
Rick had a fire going in the fire ring, so Bill grabbed a bottle of wine and three wine glasses he found in the cupboard and we joined Rick. We spent a pleasant evening drinking and listening to Rick tell us stories about the local Big Sur history he had learned and discussed nearby sights and trails he was familiar with. It was awesomely quiet. Just the wind through the trees and some crickets under a star-filled sky. This was my idea of relaxing!
We slept in the next morning. It was so quiet that we both had one of the best, uninterrupted sleep we had had in a long time. After having breakfast and packing water, lunch and supplies for the hike, Bill and I started out to a hidden waterfall Rick had described. I was not quite as enthused as Bill was. I didn't want to take long hikes like we did last year in Sedona and the Grand Canyon. That is not my idea of relaxation. After hiking several miles, we came to a meadow with some type of tall green grass. As tall as Bill! A small animal trail, off the main trail, led off into the meadow. Bill wanted to investigate. Just about the time we thought it was all just a solid field of tall grass, the trail opened up. The grass had been flattened into a small clearing.
Bill exclaimed, "Looks like someone made this to have a little private fun. It would be a shame not to utilize it."
Nervous at first, I finally agreed with Bill that no one could possibly see us in here and if anyone came up the same trail, we would hear them a way off. We slowly undressed each other. After some tender caressing and slow lovemaking, we laid there naked, listening to the birds and luxuriating in the warmth of the sun on our bodies. I did feel more natural and romantic than I expected and was actually glad we shared this time together.
The sun rose into the sky and it was beginning to get much warmer. We dressed and returned to the trail. By this time, I had realized that I really didn't want to go on another tiring hike. I'd rather just sit at the cabin and read my book. That was my idea of relaxing. Bill really wanted to see the waterfall, so he went on and let me wander back to the cabin.
It was late in the afternoon when I got back to our cabin. Rick was sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs studying one of his medical texts. A pitcher of margaritas was on the picnic table. I noticed that the tub was filled and had a fire going underneath it. Rick saw me looking at the tub and explained that he had planned to use it while we were away on our hike. I apologized for ruining his afternoon and explained why Bill and I had decided to split up. He laughed and offered me a cold Margarita to start my relaxing. Just then I realized that Bill had the keys to the car and cabin. I was locked out. Luckily, my book was on the table where I was reading it at breakfast.
As Rick poured me a margarita, he noticed a tick on my neck. This kind of freaked me out. I hate ticks and was afraid since I knew they carried Lyme disease. Rick told me since he hiked here so often, he always carried a kit to remove and treat tick bites and offered to remove it. I readily agreed! While removing the tick with some tweezers, Rick explained that many people have misconceptions on how to remove ticks correctly. He said some people thought that you needed to remove them by turning them in a clockwise direction with a pair of tweezers.
"They don't screw themselves into you. That just breaks off their mouth inside of you and don't want that", he informed me. "Others use a cigarette or match to force the tick to back itself out. This causes them to increase salivation, increasing the odds of causing Lyme disease."
After removing the tick, he explained that he would apply some Permethrin. This is a purple ointment that is antiseptic and antibacterial. He stated that it needed to remain on the affected area until it dried. This takes about 20 minutes and I needed to be careful. It would permanently stain clothing.
He thought he saw a dark spot on my back that might be a tick. I told him it was probably just a mole. I had a lot of them on my back. He insisted that he should check. He asked me to raise up the back of my shirt up to my shoulder. To do this I had to unbutton the front completely. It was another tick, just under my bra strap. He asked permission to unsnap my bra to be able to have better access to it. I nervously agreed. I wanted it off, right away, but felt vulnerable too. He removed it, applied Permethrin then recommended checking my hair.
While I sat on the bench seat Rick climbed on top of the table then straddled my back so that he could go through my hair. I began to lower my shirt when Rick stopped me. He explained that I needed to keep my bra undone and shirt up over my shoulder to allow the Permethrin to dry completely. He reminded me it would stain my clothes and that I already was sweaty, so it needed to air dry.
Rick searched and combed through my hair finding several small ticks. Luckily, they had not attached themselves yet. He asked if I had gone into any tall grassy area. These where the areas that ticks were most often found, better to attach themselves to wandering deer and other mammals. I told him yes, we had, but left out any further explanation or details.
With my head down for Rick's inspection and my bra falling loose I spotted another tick on the edge of my areola. I wasn't sure I wanted to mention it to him. Rick noticed that I was acting a little sheepish and questioned me about what the matter was. I confessed that I had another tick, but I didn't want him to remove it because of where it was.
Rick explained to me that tick bites are not something to take lightly. The longer they are in the higher the chance of infection, possibly Lyme disease. This can cause rashes, transient muscle and joint pain, facial palsy and
Lymphocytic meningitis
to name a few symptoms. With authority, he stated that though he understood how I felt that this was no time for modesty. He reminded me that he was a professional, an EMT and soon to be Physician's Assistant.
