Mischievous

Mischievous

by Frances Belle

The Hiking Trip

After they got engaged, but a few months before they were married, Amy and Joey were taking a day hike on the Appalachian trail. The sun was blazing, so they had cooled off in a stream. They were lying face up on a beach towel to dry off, with only a smaller towel covering both their waists. In fact, it only covered about half of Amy's waist, leaving her left hip exposed.

Joey was tall and very slender, with curly reddish brown hair. Amy was shorter and a little thicker, with wavy dirty blond hair that came a few inches past her shoulders.

Amy was resting one arm over her head, with the other arm across her eyes, shielding them from the early afternoon sun. She noted approvingly that in this position her large breasts were raised and firm-looking, with her nipples pointing straight up.

"Some people are coming. They're walking down the trail," Joey whispered. She had heard them also, and squinting from just beneath her arm she could see two young men with backpacks high above on the trail, confidently striding down through switchbacks.

"Mmm-hmm," Amy replied.

"Um, don't you want to cover your chest?" Joey asked.

"Mmm, Unh-uh. Let's just pretend to be asleep."

"Oh." Joey seemed to be mulling this over. "OK," he finally said. He added, "They'll probably be able to see."

"Yeah, well. It's not like they're going to call the police or anything." She took a breath and let it out, ending the discussion.

It took several minutes for the other hikers to work their way down the switchbacks. They came to a stop nearby, and Amy heard a male voice say softly, "Wow, look at that!" This made Amy smile to herself.

"Nice," she heard the other young man say. "Maybe we should wait here for the women to catch up. Seems like a good place to stop and appreciate the scenery."

"Scenery indeed," his companion replied, speaking barely above a whisper. "Gotta gaze at the scenery." Amy was trying hard not to laugh. She wanted them to continue to think that she was asleep. She didn't want them to be embarrassed and leave.

By and by, squinting through her arm Amy could see two young women wearing backpacks walking down the trail. After a while, she heard them talking as they worked their way down. They stopped when they got to the men. "What did you two find? What are you looking at?" one of them asked.

"Some wildlife," one of them answered, softly. "Shh! Don't want to scare it." Amy really had to struggle to suppress a giggle. But she was also feeling a tingle of excitement. Being caught part naked was making her horny.

"What wildlife? Point to where we can see it."

"Whoa, look at that pair of boobs," one of the women whispered. "Sweetie, do you wish you were that cute guy getting to fondle those boobs?"

"Oh, of course not. You're the boobs I want to fondle" the man answered, sounding less than sincere.

"Maybe we should take a picture of the wildlife," the other man whispered.

Another woman's low voice said sternly, "Steven, you put that phone away right this second. If I check it and find another woman's boobs on it, you are history. You got that?" Again, Amy fought back laughter. But she was now feeling definitely turned on.

A few moments later, the second woman said, "I think we've stared enough at the wildlife. Time to get going."

As the two couples walked down the hill, Amy heard one of the women ask, "Did you see them do it? Or were they asleep when you got there?"

"Nah, they were asleep."

"I'll bet we just missed seeing a show," the woman said.

Actually, Amy and Joey's rest stop had not included any sexual activity. But now Amy could not get the thought out of her mind. Her imagination kept playing out fantasies of being caught in the act by the two young couples. She became more and more aroused by thinking that they would be turned on by watching.

"You know," she said to Joey, "that's been one of my fantasies. Getting caught naked."

"Really?!" He lifted his head, propped himself up on his elbows, and eyed her. "You never told me about this fantasy." He clearly wanted a discussion, but she did not want to talk at this point.

"My pussy's wet," she announced.

"Wh-what?" Joey said, turning on his side to face her, stammering. "Sh-should, should we do some-something about about that? D-do you, do you want to?"

Amy turned her face toward him. "Yes." She put her left hand on his right cheek and nudged him on top of her, the little towel falling aside. He found her indeed to be moist and ready. But when she wanted a good orgasm she preferred his hand to his penis, and he obliged. He rested on his left side, propped up on his elbow, and with his right hand used the fingertips to brush gently around her labia. He slid his body along the ground so that she could reach his erection with her hand.

While they proceeded with their mutual handjob, he looked up occasionally, apparently because he was worried about the possibility of other hikers approaching. But for Amy, the thought of possibly being seen only made her more excited. She soon reached an unusually intense, satisfying climax. Seconds later, he began to spurt, with most of the hot, sticky liquid landing on her belly and between her breasts, until the last drops dribbled onto the beach towel.

They did not have much time to relish the afterglow, because they heard hikers on their way up hill, talking. Amy asked for the little towel to wipe her belly, and then they hurriedly got dressed. They rolled up the beach towel, put their things in their day packs, and got back on the trail. Considering the hour, they decided it was time to head back down.

Momentarily, they came across the hikers that they had heard. It was a tall young blond couple, holding poles and taking big, swift strides, speaking to one another in German. Seeing Amy and Joey, they said "Good day," in English. They glanced at Amy's midriff area, where her light pink shirt was becoming dark due to wetness dripping down from between her breasts. But they did not say anything.

After they had passed the tall blond couple, Joey said to Amy, "I was surprised when you said you had a fantasy about being caught naked. You never sh-show, I mean your clothes don't show a lot of skin, I mean, you dress pretty modestly. Which is fine, I mean..."

"Yeah, I don't know. I guess on the one hand I like having my body admired. And I like imagining someone getting turned on by it. But I would be embarrassed if we were around friends and I was wearing a skimpy outfit. You know?"

"Like Marcie?"

"Yeah, I could never dress like Marcie anywhere close to home. I just don't want people I know to see me that way. But strangers on the other hand... Maybe if we were away somewhere on vacation?" And she arched her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and smiled.

"Noted," Joey said, and they laughed.

The Honeymoon Cruise

For a honeymoon, he booked a Caribbean cruise that included a stop at St. Martin, telling Amy that there was a topless beach on the French side of the island. She approved.

Before the cruise, she bought a bright yellow bikini, which she nicknamed Strings and Patches. Her nipples were covered by two patches of cloth. Those patches were joined by one string and held up by another string that looped around the back of her neck. A third patch was down below, where it was held by a string that went around her waist and another that went up the middle of her backside.

On the cruise ship, Strings and Patches was a hit. Eyes followed her everywhere, with her boobs wobbling and swaying and her butt wiggling and quivering as she walked.

On the morning that they were supposed to visit St. Martin, they were lounging at one of the swimming pools when two middle-aged European-looking women sat down across the way, took off their tops, and lay on their backs. The women were not particularly good-looking, and their boobs were nothing to be especially proud of. But Amy noticed some older men standing on a balcony pointing to the women's bare chests.

"Are those women allowed to do that?" she asked.

"I don't suppose anyone is going to throw them off the ship," Joey replied. "But I think your boobs would be more appreciated. Anyway, here comes a couple of ship staff. We'll see what they say about it." The crew members saw the topless women, paused to confer with one another, but then just continued on their way. Joey said, "My guess is you could take off your top if you want to."

Amy sat up and looked around. "Ok," she said. "Pass me the sunscreen."

She made quite a show of putting on the suntan lotion. She took her time rubbing it all over her breasts, sticking her hands inside the patches to lotion her nipples. She even decided to apply some lotion inside the third patch. Then she looked around, and with one motion she untied her top and put it down on the deck next to her. She smiled at Joey and covered her eyes with her arm.

He was looking up at the balcony and reported, "The old guys are looking at you now. One of them is getting out his phone. You might get your picture taken."

Amy laughed. "All right. As long as it's my boobs and not my face. No one will know it's me."

She felt herself starting to become aroused. With her arm covering her eyes, she was free to fantasize about the men ogling her. She could picture them as young, handsome, and horny, devouring her with their eyes. It felt illicit and titillating. She was basking in attention as well as in the sun. She was riding a wave of sexual excitement as well as the waves of the ocean.

Joey had to remind her that it was getting close to time to visit St. Martin. She put on the top to Strings and Patches, and they went back to their cabin to get ready to get in line to get off the ship.

The cruise ship docked right at the border of the island where the Dutch side meets the French side, with the passengers disembarking on the beach on the Dutch side. Amy and Joey ignored the attractions there and instead headed straight to the French side, where Joey had promised that there was a topless beach.

But when they reached the French side, Amy realized that he had been mistaken. Seeing some bathers, she exclaimed to Joey, "They're not wearing anything! This...this is a nude beach!"

"Surprise!" he smiled. "I figured you would enjoy it. I'm sorry if it's not..."

"No, it's fine honey. It just wasn't what I was expecting. Interesting!" She took in the scene, and then she laughed. "Well, I guess we should put on the appropriate attire."

He took off his swim trunks, and she undid Strings and Patches. Carrying their bathing suits and towels to sit on, they walked a couple hundred yards further, and then sat down not far from where three young men were kicking a soccer ball around. Amy was amused at their penises hanging down and swinging back and forth as they passed the ball to one another.

"Aren't they afraid of getting hurt if they get hit?" she wondered to Joey.

"You would think so. But I guess it's not so much worse than wearing gym shorts. They need to make sure to get out of the way in time."

Amy decided that it would be more polite to keep her eyes on the ocean. She sat with her legs slightly apart. Then she realized that if she leaned back and rested on her elbows, her breasts would be very prominent.

The three young men took notice. They started "accidentally" kicking the ball near where Amy and Joey were sitting. That would give the young man who retrieved the ball a chance for a closer look. They seemed to take turns being the one having to retrieve the soccer ball.

Finally, one of the young men kicked the ball so that it landed right near her feet. Another young man jogged over to retrieve it. Not thinking, Amy sat up, and with her feet together and her legs splayed apart, leaned forward and picked up the ball. By the time she was ready to toss it to him he had enjoyed a complete view of her opening. When the ball got back to him, instead of picking it up, he ran straight into the ocean. He needed to hide his budding erection. His friends laughed, and they grabbed the ball and joined him in the waves.

Amy was becoming incredibly aroused. "My pussy's wet," she announced to Joey.

He stood up and glanced down at her. "Jeez!" he exclaimed. He, too, ran down into the ocean.

When Joey returned, they decided to head back to the ship, even though they still had almost another hour of shore time. As they were getting close to the Dutch side of the beach, Joey's penis started to rise, and so he took another dip in the ocean, taking his trunks with him. When he came out of the water, he had his trunks on. Meanwhile, Amy put on Patches and Strings, and when they got back to the Dutch side they swam for a little while in the clear blue Caribbean water.

"I don't want to have to wait in line to get back on the ship," Joey said.

"Neither do I," Amy replied. "Let's go now."

They returned to the ship, and when they got to their cabin they had a long, passionate lovemaking session. Amy thanked Joey for a perfect honeymoon. "You can plan all of our vacations," she enthused.

The Vacation at the Lake

Next summer, Joey booked a weekend getaway at a resort by a lake. As they were driving there, Amy asked what made him choose it.

Joey said, "Well, I was doing a lot of searching on the Internet, and I came across this resort where some of the reviews talked about how in order to get fresh air in the cabin you had to open the windows. Some people complained that they should have air conditioning. But a couple of complaints were about the windows not having any curtains, just screens. People said that there wasn't enough privacy. I thought...you know, you like..."

He looked at her for approval. Amy hesitated. On their hike, people had seen her naked, but no one had seen them do it. And being naked on a nude beach wasn't risky, even if she had been really brazen. But

this

? "Are you thinking that we're going to be naked with the windows open?"

"Um, yeah. I thought you might even like to get caught, you know, uh--"

"Doing it, you mean? Seriously? What if there are families at this place? You know, children?"

"Well, I did try to check on that. It seems like there are two separate areas at the resort. There's a family section with houses that have air conditioning. And there is a different area where they have this row of bungalows where they say each one can hold two adults. It's on a different part of the lake, about half a mile from the family houses..They say that they want to keep that area quiet, so they don't allow children in the bungalows. They say it's just for couples. So we'll be in a bungalow, and I thought that sounded ok."

Amy still thought,

but this

? "Um, ok, I guess. We'll see. Look, if we end up closing the windows it'll still be a nice getaway."

It turned out that they had a bungalow at the end of the row. The bungalows, which were less than ten feet apart from one another, were connected by an asphalt path. The path continued past their bungalow for about twenty yards, ending at a stretch of sand that after another fifty yards or so widened into a beach next to the lake.

When they got to their bungalow, Joey tried the window that faced the bungalow next to theirs. It had two panels, locked by a hook-and-eye. When he unlatched it, the panels could be folded back to create an opening that was about four feet by four feet, with a screen to keep out insects.

While he was playing with the window, and trying to assess various angles of vision from the next bungalow, Amy wandered down toward the lake. It turned out that everyone shared the same beach, so that families with kids were swimming in the same area as anyone staying in a bungalow. Amy decided that Strings and Patches would have to stay in her suitcase.

When she returned to the bungalow, Joey was satisfied that he had a strategy for making use of the open window. He was ready for swimming, and Amy had to register his disappointment about her choice of modest swimwear.

Even more disappointment was in store by the lake. There, they got into a conversation with two elderly ladies, who it turned out were staying in the bungalow next to theirs. Friday night, Amy and Joey slept with the windows closed. And she could not get in the mood for sex.

But Saturday morning, the two ladies brought their suitcases to the dining room where breakfast was served. It turned out that they had only booked their bungalow for one night. Amy gave Joey a look, and she chuckled. She thought:

maybe we'll have better luck tonight

.

Later, when the bungalow next door was being cleaned, Amy and Joey looked inside. Its layout was the mirror image of their bungalow. The bed was on the wall closest to their bungalow, and the bathroom was on the side farthest away from them.

That afternoon the next-door bungalow received two new guests. This time, it was a middle-aged couple. Amy guessed that they were in their late 30s. Both had black hair, although the man's was starting to thin in front. He was a shade under six feet tall and physically fit. His wife wore glasses. Her breasts were much smaller than Amy's, but she had a thin waist that curved out to a nice round butt.

Amy and Joey watched as the couple left their suitcases in their bungalow and embarked on a stroll to check out the grounds. They walked with their arms around one another, hands dropping to their backsides.

"I'll nickname them the Butt Gropers," Amy told Joey. "Mr. and Mrs. BG."

Joey chuckled. "But you can't be sure they're married. Or maybe not to each other." Then it was Amy's turn to laugh. But she started to feel excited. The BG's seemed to be up for some romantic activity.

After one more check of the sight angles of lighting, Amy and Joey went for a drive, a short hike, and then dinner. When they got back to their bungalow, the BG's were not in.

Finally, near dusk, the BG's returned from dinner. Amy heard Mrs. BG say, "Let's look at the sunset." The BG's walked down the path toward the lake. He was dressed in a polo shirt and khakis. She was wearing a white dress with no back and shoes with heels that clicked loudly on the asphalt. When the path ended, she took off her shoes to walk barefoot on the sand.

As it got dark, Amy and Joey sat on the bed, waiting for the BG's to return. They had left the light on in the bathroom, with the door mostly closed, so that only a little light came into their room. Joey thought that this would make them visible, but without being too blatant about it.

Amy found herself getting very nervous. She kept thinking

But this? Making out by the window? Too brazen?

After an hour, the BG's still hadn't returned. Amy wondered if they were having sex on the beach. But no, there were too many families there. Finally, she heard the sound of their voices, and of Mrs. BG's heels clicking on the sidewalk.

As planned, Amy and Joey sat on the bed by the open window and started kissing. He was wearing only boxer shorts. She had on a peach-colored cotton night shirt, with no underwear.

As the sound of steps came closer, they began to kiss more passionately. Amy was breathing hard, from a combination of nervousness and sexual excitement. She had her back to the window. She was afraid to look outside as the BG's approached their bungalow. She felt her teeth starting to chatter, and to stop them she kissed Joey even harder.

Amy was holding Joey's cheeks and had her tongue inside his mouth. He had his right arm around her neck and his left and inside her night shirt, squeezing her right breast.

Suddenly, Amy realized that the clicking sounds had stopped! Had the BG's slipped into their bungalow? Or were they outside!!? Amy felt a sudden worry. She imagined herself testifying in court, "We were inside our own bungalow. They didn't

have

to look at us. It was their choice."