"The point is that we're being daring. We won't get caught," Abby said, "We'll be fine. C'mon." She climbed out of the car and tucked her phone in the pocket of Eric's shorts. Eric was concerned they were too obvious. Neither was dressed for any level of hiking. He at least had on athletic clothes. Abby's sundress was something to wear over a bathing suit at the pool or to a backyard summer party if she had underwear on, which she didn't.
"Okay, so what are we doing?" he asked. Abby faced him and grinned.
"Okay, so you drew four goals: Bridge, Road, Water, and Picnic. We are taking the Persimmon Trail, we're going to get to Geddes Bridge, we're going to take naked pictures, then we're going to the river, same, and then we'll figure out picnic but I'm guessing those tables over there will do," she gestured to the pavilion with wooden picnic tables, "And lastly, we'll get the road." She stood, arms crossed over her chest, daring him to challenge her.
Eric's heart pumped. He didn't know if he could do it. He said as much, especially since his clothes weren't conducive to being removed and put on quickly.
"Fine," Abby said, "Be a wimp. I'm doing it. And if you're not going to join me, I'll ask him."
She nodded over Eric's shoulder. A man in his late-40s emerged from the trails and walked toward the parking lot. He had hiking boots, cargo shorts, a flannel shirt and a walking stick. A green boonie hat perched on his head. He was chubby and the two of them could see sweat glinting on his forehead and arms. Wet splotched his shirt.
"C'mon," Abby said, "Let's go have some fucking Corona Fun." She walked away from the car, striding powerfully, the wind rippling the dress. Eric followed.
They closed the distance to the man and Abby smiled inwardly. A steady wind came blowing down the mountain and it molded her dress against her body. Her breasts, unencumbered by a bra, bounced lightly and she put a spring in her step to exaggerate. She thought about how she used to be such a tease. Now that she was finally out of the house and DOING something, she felt the sass flow back into her.
The man's eyes glanced up at them and he did a classic double-take. Abby knew how she looked wearing tennis shoes and a thin dress. She came to a halt, putting a hand behind her back to hold Eric up.
"Hi, how are the trails?" she asked the man. He battled valiantly to make eye contact but gave up and responded to her breasts.
"Good," he said, trying to sound cheery and not the least big out of breath from his walk, "The rains have filled the river so the water's flowing hard and fast."
"That's good," Abby said, adding a bit of rasp to her voice, "I like hard and fast."
The man stood uncertain, not sure what was going on. His eyes crawled all over Abby's body and moved to Eric and back. An uncomfortable silence ensued and Eric experienced second-hand embarrassment for the man who was being put on the spot. Seconds ticked by without a word from anyone.
"Well, thank you," Abby said finally, "Enjoy your COVID!" She stepped away and headed toward the trailhead. Eric followed. The man was still scratching his head. He had gotten a nice glimpse at any rate and Eric didn't feel too bad for him.
They got to the large information sign for visitors. Information was posted under the plastic cover and flyers outlined the different trails, flora and fauna in the area, and local fun facts. Abby traced her finger along their trail, a mile in, to where the bridge was. The river ran under it so they could get a two-for-one there. She didn't say a word but started down the well-manicured path, crunching gravel under her tennis shoes.
COVID brought one positive thing to world: Nature was healing, it seemed. The county had spent money and effort maintaining the paths before the virus but without weed-wackers and lawn mowers and men and women keeping everything in check, Nature exploded. Nature reclaimed her domain and the usual buzzing of traffic on the highway was almost non-existence. The planes that regularly puttered overhead practicing their touch-and-goes at the nearby airfield before the virus were non-existent. Now the mechanical racket was gone and the air was filled with only the hum of insects, the ever-present chirps, trills, and squawks of birds, and the wind.
They had only passed a dozen vehicles on the drove over, all trucks headed to town.
And the forest sat devoid of humans unless that guy doubled back and followed them in. Abby's skin tingled at the prospect. This was novel compared to their same ol' walk around the neighborhood. They had space, nature, and it felt daring despite being deserted. She felt herself warming up from more than the exercise walking the trail.
Eric, on the other hand, jumped at every snapped twig and rustled bush. He imaged people watching, notably representatives of the Sheriff's Department, waiting to arrest them, cite them, and haul them up in court to register them. His heart beat heavy in his chest.
20 minutes of fast pace put them to the first split in the path. Abby went left, off the gravel and on to a dirt/mud mix that led into the greenery. The trail was only three feet wide here, no longer lined with logs as guides, and they could hear the river rushing in front of them. Bikers wouldn't catch them here and runners wouldn't take this route for fear of snapping an ankle. Abby was confident they were alone for a mile in every direction.
They came to the bridge, a small wooden construction that spanned 30 feet of rushing water. The hiker was right, the water level was up and water flowed swiftly by, flooding over the lowest of the trees and grass lining the banks. The surface was a mere foot below the bridge and it surged and swirled below. Abby turned and held a hand up to Eric.
"We don't have ... " he started before she interrupted.
"No, this is good, I'm having fun," she said, cutting him off.
"Aren't you scared or nervous?" he asked. He certainly was.
"No, we'll hear people coming with all the noise they make and no one's here anyway. Get my phone out."
He pulled the phone of out his pocket and entered her password. He looked up. Abby was smiling sweetly at him with her hands gripping the hem of her dress. She turned away, giving him a quarter-angle of her from behind and pulled the dress up her body. She revealed the long, lean skin of her thighs, smooth and pale from the winter months. The bottom of her ass showed and then the small of her back. She held the dress at her hips and bent over, exposing herself to Eric. He glanced behind him, certain someone else could see. No one. He turned, took the picture, and realized he was holding his breath. He exhaled and breathed. Abby pulled the dress over her head with a smooth motion. She tossed the dress to the ground at his feet.
"Hey!" Eric nearly shouted, "The wind could have taken that into the water!"
Abby shrugged, her freed breasts bouncing with the motion. She stood fully nude, slightly offended that Eric was more worried about the dress and paying less attention to her exposed to him.
"Maybe I wanted that," she said, "Picture, please."
She turned and posed, her arms graceful above her shoulders, pulling her breasts up. Her soft white skin nearly glowed in the shade from the trees, her pink nipples hardening. Eric admired her hips and her stomach that was soft but still in shape. She had trimmed at some point in the last few days and her hair was close to the skin. He stared between her legs. She cocked a foot in front of her, twisted to show her body to its best angle, and smiled, bedroom eyes flashing at Eric. He took a picture. He wasn't sure what happened next.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Come here and kneel," she said, enjoying the wind running between her legs, tickling her sensitive skin all over her body. She could see Eric pick up on her arousal.
Eric moved forward, cock stirring and tenting his running shorts. He knelt and she turned, her body facing away. She liked when he went down on her from behind and he was a gentleman. He obliged her.
Her whole body shook when his tongue slid along her skin. He teased and touched the nerve endings between her legs and she pushed herself back into his mouth when he applied pressure. She sighed and braced herself against the bridge's handrail. Eric could feel her tense as he continued working her with his tongue. He wondered if anyone else was currently going down on their nude girlfriend in the woods.
She pulled off him with a gasp and a sigh.
"C'mon," she said, "Three more to go. This one should be easy."
She untied her shoes, walked over the pile of dress on the bridge, and stepped into the water. She was up to her shins and waded out into the swollen stream. Water swirled around her and she laughed up at Eric standing on the bank. She stopped mid-thigh and turned to face him.
