There are plenty of clichΓ©s that apply,..."Put up, or shut up"..."If you're going to talk the talk the talk, you should walk the walk"..."Put your money where your mouth is"...etc., and although their original sentiment had nothing to do with my situation, those little bits of wisdom were goading me into taking the next step. Well, maybe they weren't the only thing driving my motivation. Like many of us, I find a certain excitement in the idea of watching my girl tease and show herself off to other men. I've tried my best to figure out why, but all I've been able to come up with is that there just isn't any one reason for it being such a turn-on. One thing was for sure, however, it was a pleasure that both Jade and I shared. Until now, her stories were simply my fantasies, limited to her pillow-talk and my over-stimulated my imagination. I needed a first hand experience... I needed a memory we could share that was more than just a story... I needed to feel what it was like to be "where the rubber meets the road"...
We were still in Portland, and while I was working the last two days Jade was taking advantage of the hotel's amenities, mainly the gym and the pool. When I first learned about this trip, Jade convinced me to take her by describing a scenario that included the beach, her bikini, strange men, my absence, and curing her loneliness with a little unadulterated fun. After all, it would be much easier to keep an eye on my sexy, flirtatious, free-spirited, 25 year old blonde if she wasn't hundreds of miles away, right? Well apparently, you can take the girl away from the unadulterated fun, but you can't take the unadulterated fun away from the girl. And as it turned out, her activities while she's been here in Oregon were about the same as the theoretical activities she described, should she had stayed at home. The only difference was that when she showered here, there wasn't any sand left in the bottom of the tub. Nonetheless, I was glad she had some fun, she was happy to tell me all about it, and we were both looking forward to whatever adventure the day ahead had in store.
We woke up together Saturday morning at about 9:00 a.m., and Jade was anxious to hear what I had planned for the day. I told her that before our trip, I had spent some time researching some of the things that Portland had to offer. I learned that in the mountains just to the east there were pockets of natural hot springs, and that most of them were accessible in just a couple of hours with a scenic drive and a short hike. I mentioned that there was one in particular, called Bagby Hot Springs. Because of Bagby's popularity, the hiking trail was maintained, and the hot springs themselves included some man-made amenities. Neither of us had ever gone to a natural spring, and we talked as we tried to imagine what it might be like. She hoped for a pool of warm mineral water that she could sit beside and soak her feet in. I knew from the descriptions and pictures I had found that there would be much more than that, but I offered her very few details so I could keep the adventure a surprise. I said I wanted to leave at 11:00 a.m., and that she should probably shower and get ready now. She asked me what she would need to bring, and I told her all she had to do was dress comfortably, long pants and a light jacket would do, and that I would take care of the rest. I stayed in bed and studied her delicious curves as she crawled out from the covers and walked into the bathroom.
As promised, the drive to Bagby was a beautiful one, and much of the road followed a winding river littered with rafters and fishermen. It was a rare sunny day in the Oregon Mountains, and the traffic heading out of town suggested that there were quite a few locals that wouldn't let it go to waste. When we pulled into the parking area for the Bagby trail, I was happy to find that most of the other "day-trippers" had different destinations. We were by no means going to be alone, but it wouldn't be nearly as crowded as I had read it could get. We parked, got out, and stretched. Then while Jade wandered toward the entrance of the trail, I grabbed the gear from the back of the car. I was given a "souvenir" duffle bag during my conference, and while Jade was showering I packed some towels, extra clothes, some water, my camera, and a flashlight, and she had no idea when I snuck out to stash it in the trunk of the rental. When she saw me carrying the bag, she immediately asked what was inside, and I jokingly said it was some survival supplies in case we got lost. It was the kind of humor that she didn't appreciate, and her response was simply an un-amused glare. Not wanting to risk stirring her up, I said I would tell her what was in the duffle, but if I did she would have to carry it. Figuring she would find out soon enough she gave me a smirking smile, grabbed my hand, and we headed into the woods.
The trail was fairly well kept, and except for having to crawl over the occasional fallen tree, it was pretty easy to navigate. The path followed along a creek, and in some places you had to really watch your step to avoid slipping down a steep bank into the cold, fast moving water. The path winded along for about a mile, and as we got deeper into the woods, we spooked ourselves while talking about the "Blair Witch Project". I could see that Jade was actually starting to become frightened, so I tried to lighten the mood by changing the subject.
I told her that I had some rope in the bag, and that if she didn't behave, I would have no problem putting it to use. Intrigued, she said to me that knowing the consequences of her behavior might help to keep her in line, and asked what I planned to do with it. I told her that I would find a tree not too far off the trail, and make her stand with her back against it, using the rope to tie her wrists together while her arms were held back around the trunk. Then, after stripping her naked, I would find somewhere to hide, and watch while she stood there helpless and bound, left to the mercy of the hikers as they passed by. Her blushing grin told me she was no longer scared, so I elaborated on the scenario. I told her there were a lot of snakes in these woods, and that they were particularly attracted to the scent that a person's glands produce when they are nervous or afraid. I warned her that while tied to the tree, she would have no defense as the most curious of the snakes would slither their way up and around her legs and body, exploring her form while trying to find the source of the enticing aroma. Because snakes can only smell with their tongues, she would just have to stand there while they flicked them in and out over her bare skin. She became flushed and flustered as she listened to my words, imagining herself experiencing everything I was describing. As we continued down the path she started pointing out which trees she thought would work best, and where I could hide to get the best vantage point. We were having so much fun teasing and joking with each other, that we almost walked right past the group of small wooden structures that made up Bagby Hot Springs.
The pictures I had seen did little to demonstrate just how primitive the area was. I shared Jade's "fresh eyes" and enthusiasm as we explored the springs and discovered what Bagby had to offer. At almost the highest point in the area, there was a small hole in the ground that had a constant supply of very hot water bubbling out. As it flowed away from its source, the steaming water was captured by a network of wood troughs that ran down toward, then connecting and supplying water to, a series of various sized wooden tubs. We followed the troughs to a row of small "private" tubs, each one sitting inside its own closet-sized, enclosed room. The doors were all shut, and the sounds we heard coming from inside the rooms led us to assume they were all being used. We continued past the private rooms, and then walked down some steps that led us behind the rooms to a large, wooden deck, partially covered with a makeshift, slatted awning. The deck held a single, large round tub at the base of the steps, followed by three, long narrow tubs that looked to have been carved out of tree trunks. The deck had no walls, and it allowed for an unobstructed view of the forest, the neighboring tubs, and the friends you would make while soaking it all in. The two furthest log tubs were being used, leaving the large round tub and the long narrow log next to it, available. Preferring the ability to stretch out and lay down, we chose the hollowed out log, and I set the duffle bag down beside it to "claim" the tub as ours. There was just one bench, about 8 feet long, that was attached along the edge of the deck across from the large tub. Jade cleared a place on it for us to sit down, and I found and turned the lever on the wall at the end of our log, redirecting the hot water flowing through the trough to start filling our empty bath.