It's been a tough few months, so you decide to go for a mini-vacation to a local lake for a hiking day-trip. You dress casually, wearing hiking boots, ankle socks, a knee-length sun dress with buttons up the front, and a conservative pair of white cotton panties; you forgo the matching bra as the dress molds and supports you nicely already. You pack a blanket, sandwich and a couple of drinks in your backpack and head for the door. Before you make it outside you get a naughty idea and run to your room.
The great outdoors has always made you horny; as far back as you can remember. Even in school you remember disappearing on class trips long enough to touch yourself to blissful conclusion at least once. There's something about being in natural surroundings that makes you want to strip naked and frolic like a nymph. So you rifle through your stuff until you find your dildo, a delightful piece of molded gel that has served you well recently, toss it into your bag and trot out the door.
The drive is uneventful, and you reach the secluded lake in record time. You follow the road as far as you can go and then park. You lock up your car and head up the trail. It is over grown with weeds because it is not a very popular place with tourists who go to a slightly larger lake a few minutes closer to the city. You move among the trees for almost half an hour before you feel the familiar yearning begin between your thighs. Looking around and seeing no one you slide your hands up under your dress. The crotch of your panties is soaked, and your fingers come away wet. You easily slide them off and put them in your backpack. Continuing your walk you revel in the sensation of your slick wetness caressed by the warm summer breeze as it blows from below.
You reach a small clearing and decide to have your picnic. Laying out the blanket you place your things on it, and as you empty your pack you re-discover your dildo. Nervous but highly aroused you pull it out and decide to "work up an appetite" before eating. You lie back on the blanket and begin to run the tip along the tips of your labia, feeling it slide easily up and down. Before long however you hear a sound behind you, a deep moaning sound that causes you to turn around. You can't see anything, so with dildo still in your hand you decide to investigate.
After moving through the trees a bit you discover that your private lake isn't so private after all. There is a couple making out in another clearing. They appear to be in their 20's and quite fit and attractive. He has mid-length brown hair worn loose, and is wearing a tank top and shorts. She has long blond hair pulled up in a ponytail, and while she was wearing a tank top/short combo too, it seems to have gotten in the way of the action. Her top has been pushed up, exposing her breasts, and the shorts are pulled down enough to allow the man to stroke her. You kneel down behind a tree and continue to watch as they explore each other's bodies with an intensity that shows they are a new couple. She is leaning against a tree as he fingers her private place; from her motions and moans he must be doing a good job. She reciprocates by stroking him through his shorts, his excitement obvious even from this distance.
You watch their foreplay for a good ten minutes until you are distracted by your own needs, foretold by the line of wetness running down your leg. You are so turned-on that you bearly look around before spreading your knees and sliding your toy into your aching hole. It slips deeply in, causing you to gasp, and you begin to pump yourself slowly as you watch them. Feeling nasty at watching, you use your free hand to unbutton your dress and assist it in falling to the ground - you revel in your nakedness, stroking your whole body. The couples are now both naked, with her holding onto a tree branch as he enters her from behind, his glistening rod diving deeply into her with each thrust.
