I had just turned 16 when my father and uncle purchased several acres of property high up in the Uinta Mountains close to where I lived. Over the course of a couple of years, they built a modest little "A" frame cabin on that property. My aunt and uncle hadn't as yet had any children. Being an only child myself, aside from constantly getting in the way, there was very little I could do to help out aside from a few minor things they had me do. Such as it was, I often spent a great deal of my free time whenever we'd gone up to work on the cabin, exploring and venturing out in the surrounding wilderness. By the time I had turned 18, it was finished.
One of the things I really did enjoy doing, was hiking over to a small but beautiful lake located less than half a mile away. I would often go there during the day and go skinny-dipping, as it was fairly secluded. It was a rare occurrence to ever see anyone else, aside from an occasional adventurous, early morning fisherman.
One particular weekend, I'd helped with unpacking a few things, doing my assigned chores before scrambling off towards the lake for an early afternoon swim.
As was usual, I followed the deer trail down towards the lake. I'd stumbled upon wildlife before while making my trek. Because of that, I'd learned to walk quietly, slowly as I approached, in hopes of running across something. I always enjoyed giving myself an opportunity to observe without being noticed. I had nearly reached the lake, as I began to make my final decent down the side of the hill when I spotted someone sitting alone, on the outcropping of rocks that jutted into the water. There was a natural shelf just beneath the water line that got very deep in a hurry. I'd often balanced myself on those rocks before diving in. Curiously, I approached, as my line of sight hadn't told me anything more than there was someone sitting out on those rocks. Creeping as stealthily as was possible, I eventually made my way over to one of the last thick-trunked trees that stood on the outer edge of the clearing, just before the lake opened up before me. What I saw took my breath away!
I had never seen a real live nude woman before. I mean, not really. I'd certainly seen my aunt once quite by accident, as well as my own mother on rare occasion. And though I had thought my aunt to have nice boobs, and even my own mother for that matter, I never thought twice about either one of them after that. Well, not often anyway. I had found one of my father's men's magazines stuck beneath the cushion of his favorite chair. And though that had served as my primary source of "jack-off" material, up until this very moment I had never seen an actual naked female before. Even the girls I'd been dating I had barely gotten to first base with, overly shy perhaps, but with a strict upbringing, all my activities had been closely monitored.
From my hiding place, I had a clear and unobstructed view of her, though I silently chastised myself for not bringing along my father's binoculars. Something I wouldn't be without again. Sitting on the rock as she was, it was hard to really see much of her except the soft flowing curves of her nude body from the side. She had long dark brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. I watched as she reached behind, twisting her hair into a knot on top of her head. As she did, I got the first really good look at her breasts, once again, finding myself holding my breath. What I didn't know at the time, but would eventually learn, was that she was five years older than I, a difference, which was like night and day back then. Once her hair was all tucked away, I watched as she stood briefly, performing a near flawless dive into the water. She remained beneath the surface for several long moments, and I took that opportunity to quickly scour the area. Almost immediately I spotted a bright red towel along with a neatly folded pile of clothing sitting near by. I neither saw nor heard anyone else in the area, immediately relieved that she was by herself. Both frightened as well as aroused, the last thing I wanted was to have a run in with a boy friend, husband, or worse...a father.
I watched her for nearly twenty minutes as she swam, often floating on her back allowing me brief, casual glimpses of those near perfect breasts, along with a teasing peek at the occasional dark patch of hair between her legs. Again, I belittled myself for leaving behind the binoculars. Taking a quick glance back towards her pile of clothing, I realized if I carefully made my way back up through the trees and down the other side of the hill, I could place myself a lot closer to where she would eventually come out in order to dress.
Having done that, I made my way even closer to the spot by crawling on my belly until I had sequestered myself inside a small ring of sage brush that gave me perfect concealment while allowing me to fairly easily see her towel and pile of clothing. With my heart racing, beating a hundred miles an hour, I waited patiently for her to emerge from the water. A short time later, she did.
It was like watching a mirage. As she stepped from the water, the sunlight backlit her nude form as she gracefully made her way up the bank. Holding my breath, desperately trying to calm my breathing, I lay motionlessly watching her approach. I fully expected to see her using the towel to dry off with, followed by her dressing. Both of which I eagerly awaited with my only intent as to see her nude form more closely, however brief it might be. To my surprise however, she placed herself upon the towel, intending to let the sun's warmth dry her instead.
"Even better!" I thought silently.
From my hidden vantage point, I was no more than ten or so yards away from her. As such, I knew even the slightest movement would alert her that something, or someone was nearby. Again, I grumbled silently realizing that bent in the position that I was, it would soon become unbearable to sustain for much longer. I'd begun planning my escape, wondering how I could safely and silently retreat when I saw one of her hands reach up, cupping her breast. All of a sudden, I wasn't as uncomfortable as I had been.
My brown haired beauty began to softly massage, caressing her breast. I watched as she gently teased her already stiffened nipple to an even greater firmness. Her breasts weren't certainly as large as those I had seen in my father's magazines, but I found them to be the most beautiful I'd ever seen, even if they weren't large. Her caramel colored nipples looked even more alluring, especially at this distance as it made them easier to see, appreciate...and admire.
"Hmmm."
For a moment, I thought someone else had entered the clearing. Holding myself still, even more than I had been, I frantically allowed my eyes to wander back and forth, searching for signs that someone else had arrived. Then I heard it again, or rather heard her as she moaned, softly.
"Hmmm, Ohhh".
Looking back towards her, I now saw she had placed her other hand down between her legs. Whatever she was doing, must have felt good. The movement was subtle, hardly noticeable at all. And had I been farther away from her than I was, I'd have probably missed it altogether. But I watched as her hand slowly moved, heard her continued sigh's, moans, as she continued to lie there touching herself. As I did, I felt my own arousal stiffening inside my pants.
I might have been horribly naïve and inexperienced at my age, but I knew just enough about sex to find it wondrously curious, particularly as I'd never seen a woman masturbating before, let alone ever dream I'd actually witness it. Within the space of a single hours time, I had more than tripled whatever limited experience and knowledge I had. All of which had me sorting out a myriad of emotions, questions, and feelings that I had not as yet been prepared to deal with.
I began hearing an almost hiccupped cry of pleasure, "uhh, uhh, uhh", which grew louder and louder with each passing moment. Whatever it was she was feeling, must have felt incredibly good, as there was no other way to describe the sounds she was making. I'd watched her draw both knees up spreading herself. And though she was facing away from me so that I could not see specifically what she was doing, I could see her hand furiously working that spot between her legs with wild abandonment.
"Oh? Oh? Ohhhh?" I lay, watching, listening as her self-pleasured questioning told me that she was seeking some sort of relief. In a sense, I knew what that was of course, having done so myself countless times. But again, the thought of a "girl" doing so had for some reason escaped me. Fully prepared now for some sort of final climatic sweetness to occur, I was still totally unprepared when it came. And unfortunately, it startled me, confirming my worst fears.
When she screamed, I was sure it was because she'd somehow discovered I was there. Kneeling as I had been, I lost my balance, tumbling forward through the brush making all kinds of noise as I did.
"Who's there?" she yelled out immediately.
No longer able to see her as I'd all but nose-dived into the ground, I lay there motionless, fully expecting to hear her scrambling up to get dressed.
"I can see you," she said a little too calmly. Even so, I remained as I was. "How long have you been spying on me?" she asked simply.
As the so called "jig" was up, I stood, brushing off bits of broken sage and dirt from myself, still too afraid to look her directly in the eye, but expecting a well deserved tongue-lashing that never came. Even more bizarre, she hadn't made any effort to cover her nakedness except for rolling over onto her stomach.
"Well?"
