Carl worked his way up the small stream, he could see the large pool, but just the lower section of it.
There was no way past the huge boulder jutting out into the water, but the pool certainly looked inviting. Any larger fish should be lying in the calmer water just past that boulder, yet no way could he cast his lure from where he was.
He needed to get above that somehow. Looking back, he saw what appeared to be a Deer trail headed upwards, so he went that way.
Down below at their camp, he knew that Sally was probably again out Sun bathing, that was what she had done both days they had been here.
Carl was happy, since they both knew very well that no one was around, Sally had actually sunbathed partially nude, her lovely breasts bare to the warm Sun. Now that was something he was fairly sure she had never done before in her entire life, and Carl loved that.
At home, she usually wore something, even to bed. A few times he managed to end up in the shower with her, always over her protests.
It was just the way she was, overly bashful about her body. So when the two of them lay on a blanket on the soft sandy bit of beach, and she had slipped her swimsuit top off, Carl's reaction was nearly instant.
It had been a fine trip, there was no one around for miles, that Carl was sure of. The road in was across private property, all of it owned by the timber company Carl worked for.
That was how he had obtained a key to the heavy steel gate. Carl didn't even have permission to be in there either, but while out doing a timber cruise for future harvests a few months earlier, he had found the spot.
With vacation time coming, he checked the long term weather report and everything fell into place perfectly. Getting the key had been easy, it was hanging on the wall in the survey crew's work room. The one day it took to have a copy made, no one had missed it.
It did flash into his thoughts that if he got caught doing that there might be hell to pay, but no one would ever know so why not? There was nothing up there but land and trees, and that fine looking stream that no one had put a hook in for years. Even the roads in and out had grasses growing in what was once tracks, so it was clear the area was seldom visited.
One thing Carl loved to do was catch fish.
They had driven nearly 20 miles up what had been an access road, then turned down a side road that was little more than a trail. The bull dozers hadn't yet come in to open up the access, so it was a bit tight in spots.
His big Dodge four wheel drive rig handled the rough gravel road easily, in some spots he just used the heavy bars attached to the front to push his way through.
Several times they had to stop, to remove larger chunks of brush and once he even had to get out his little 16" chainsaw to cut a tree into pieces so they could get by. There were quite a few broken limbs, the Western exposure meant that area got a lot of wind off the ocean, so it was scheduled for early harvest.
That was part of why Carl decided to go up there, once the trees were cut and the replant done, it would be a long time before it was the same again.
They had a full week to enjoy the wilderness, nothing was scheduled to be harvested for at least another year or so.
Carl sat down and looked at the map he had of the area, the stream made a long bend, came back around and that meant up above the pool he would be less than 100 yards from where he started.
He could walk straight across and end up right back at their camp, an easy wade across the stream.
Folding the map, he looked at the Deer trail carefully. It appeared to be quite a climb, but he was sure he could make it.
Folding his light rod into sections, he stowed that in his pack and began to work his way up over the boulders.
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Sally stretched in the Sunshine, this had been wonderful for the two of them. Carl worked so hard, and he was so good to her.
There was just that one thing between them, Carl always wanted her to dress sexy, look good for him. That was something that was difficult for her, her underlying modesty got in the way.
From as far back as Sally could remember, her Mother had pounded it into her, going so far as to make sure her clothing was always the type that kept her covered completely.
Even when the other girls all wore shorter skirts and pretty colors, her own had been below the knees and drab. Sally got teased for that, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her Mother was firm on how she was to dress.
No way was her daughter going to end up like she did, pregnant and alone at barely eighteen. The young man that she thought she loved had left and never came back, not once in all of the time that Sally was growing up.
The result was a bitterness in her Mother, a suspicion about men.
Oddly, the clothing store her Mother ran was filled with attractive outfits, those were what sold of course.
That store was her Mother's life, she worked there from 8 every morning until well past five, every single day except Sunday, sometimes even then.
Sunday was normally church, without fail. Her Mother had never been out on a date, not one time that Sally could ever remember.
So Sally was overly modest, even with her husband. She wore her cotton nightgown to their bed, and while she did enjoy lovemaking a lot, she preferred the lights either out or at least very low.
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That day she met Carl was one Sally would never forget, she was at the park near where she and her Mother lived. He was up on a small stage, playing a guitar and singing. She liked his music, clapped furiously as each song ended. At one point Carl glanced over to where Sally was sitting on a blanket with her girl friend Marie, and smiled broadly.
Marie had peppermint flavored booze of some kind, she had filled a soda pop bottle with it so no one around was paying any attention. The stuff made her head swim and her tongue burn.
Her Mom would have thrown a fit about that, plus Marie always wore clothes that showed herself off, short skirts or tight jeans, loose blouses. The kind of things that Sally would never even dream of wearing in public.
When Carl stopped for a break and two girls took his place singing, he walked over to them and asked them if they enjoyed his music.
And he was talking to Sally...not Marie? The next thing Sally knew, the young man was sitting with them and somewhere in there Marie had vanished with a smirk.
It was just a couple of years later when Carl asked her the big question, Sally expected it by then. He had already met Sally's Mother, his easy manner and polite charm won her over in just a brief period. The fact that he was working for his Master's degree in forestry didn't hurt any there, either.
Here was a nice and polite young man, good looking and capable of taking good care of her little girl?
In her Mother's mind, it couldn't be better. She was well aware that her daughter would one day find someone, so she was resigned to it.
She did set Sally down and explain all about sex and what was going to happen, Sally sat demurely and listened carefully. There was no real point in mentioning that she already knew all about that part, Carl had spent quite a lot of time teaching her when they parked after a date.
Even before they got married, Carl had suggested she dress differently though, Sally did to please him, just a little bit.
Her outfits became prettier colors, her friend Marie had long since taught her some makeup and hair style tricks.
The underlying modesty remained though, until here way out in nature. She slipped her modest top off, spotting the delight in her man's eyes.
That became a wonderful afternoon, Carl's lovemaking had been slow, so very slow that her moments of pleasure had nearly blinded her.
So far out in the middle of nowhere, the Sunshine warm on her skin, soft rustlings of a breeze in the nearby bushes, for some reason being naked just felt...right?
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Finally up on top of the big rock shelf jutting out into the stream, Carl looked down From that angle, he could see he was correct, there were several very large Trout sulking at the base of the rocks.
He glanced over towards the camp site, and was surprised. There lay Sally, on the sandy beach near where they had set up camp.
All she had on was her bikini bottoms, she was only perhaps 100 yards away and he had a perfect view. One arm was draped over her eyes, she appeared to be dozing. Carl grinned to himself, he had expected her to be wearing the full suit since he wasn't there.
Lord she looked beautiful like that, out in the open, in nature, vulnerable and exposed. He very nearly gave up the fishing, thinking of heading over there.
In his back pack, he had a small set of field glasses, he got those out and looked at her. It nearly took his breath away, even though Sally was his own wife.
Something about watching her when she didn't know he was just turned him on beyond belief.
His mind flashed back to years before, sitting in his room in the dark watching the lady next door. The woman seldom closed her curtains, and watching her became one of his favorite past times.
That was why he had bought the small field glasses at a 2nd hand store, the same ones he still carried. Watching the woman was amazing, with the field glasses it was like he was right there in the room with her.
One night she had sat back on the bed, then reached down and done things to herself. That was wonderful, Carl got to see everything.
He even pulled down the front of his briefs and did the same to himself, managing to climax twice.
That vision never left him, but he had never mentioned his doing that to Sally. She might not understand, so while he did encourage her to wear pretty colors, leave open a button on her blouse and wear shorter skirts, that was all rather tame.
He watched Sally for quite some time, then since she appeared to be dozing, he went on down to the stream and cast his small lure in.
One of the big fish slid upwards through the water and took it solidly. A full 15" long, it was bright with color. His second cast brought one more, easily enough for a good meal, so he folded up his pole and went back up to the top.
Just as he started down the hill side, he heard a noise. Looking off to the East, two men on mountain bikes were headed down the trail. They were still quite a ways from Sally though, who appeared to be still dozing in the warm Sun.
Carl decided he had better warn her since it looked like they were headed down to the lower trail that went right by the stream, and right by where Sally lay, her breasts bare.
Carl felt his body flush, what if they saw her? The idea caused him to shudder.
He sat down, took out his binoculars and waited. The two men were coming fairly quickly down the trail, having fun. They were doing small jumps, playing. Then they reached the place where Carl had parked his truck, and they stopped.
They were talking, but too far away for him to hear. Then walking their bikes down the short remaining section of trail to the beach, Carl saw the man in the lead look over and see Sally lying there, still sleeping.
They both stopped, huge grins on their faces. Partially hidden by some bushes, they stood there and watched her for several long minutes.
Carl felt his breath catch in his throat, here was his wife Sally lying nearly nude while two strangers were watching her. It was the same feeling he got way back when he had seen the neighbor lady.
Just as Carl decided to walk on down there, Sally woke up. She yawned and stetched, then stood up. Walking to the stream, she slipped her bikini bottoms off, setting those on a grassy section of the bank, then she stepped into the water. She began to splash herself, clearly unaware of the two young men less than 50 feet away. She ran her wet hands up and over her breasts, stretched again.
Carl saw them duck down slightly when she turned, then they were again watching through the bushes.
