Authors note: This literary work is a continuation of 'The First Box'. Please consider reading that first, as it will give better context for the events and situations contained in this sequel.
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Chapter Four.
After Darren, Rachel, and I cleaned ourselves up, we prepared for a day exploring the beautiful nature that surrounded us. A small hiking trail wound around the lake but was far too long to complete in a single day. So we opted to pack light and wander for a few hours before doubling back.
Believing that I would be her personal pack mule, Rachel handed me three pint bottles of scotch to load in my gear bag. When I held up a leather bota filled with water, she just stated, "look, John, that shit may be good for a fish." Then she lifted her skirt showing off her beautiful legs adding, "but, as you can see, I ain't no mermaid." I figured it wasn't a battle worth fighting and wrapped them in a beach towel to prevent them from clinking before carefully packing them away.
Rachel caught me placing my Canon T-50 camera in the bag and asked, "planning on taking pictures of the birds today?"
I replied with a smirk, "you just never know when that award winning National Geographic photo op will present itself."
She placed her hands on either side of my face and pulled me in close to accentuate her words, "I should hope any photos taken today never see publication."
After assuring that it would be for my private photo album, I combed my fingers through her flaming red hair and added, "I hear it's mating season for the cardinals and I hope to catch one with wide spread wings."
"You're lucky that I enjoy performing for you," Rachel whispered and smiled before giving me a kiss.
Seeing the display of affection shared between Rachel and I, Darren spoke up, "what the hell is it with you two? Are y'all still a couple or not?"
Rachel turned and sauntered over to Darren. "You just stick our deal and don't worry about it."
Darren looked confused. "But, if you guys plan on working things out, I don't want to..."
"Has anyone ever told you that your mouth is not your best feature." Rachel interjected while grabbing him by the chin. She reached down and squeezed his cock with the other, "just focus on utilizing your strongest assets. Now, let's head out!"
Rachel spun leaving Darren and I to follow as she headed off to find the trailhead.
"Is she always like this?" Darren asked.
"Only when she's breathing, buddy. Now, you heard her. Let's get going." I shouldered the waterskin and backpack before following after.
Rachel confidently led our exploration while Darren and I soaked in a beautiful view from her back side. She wore a thin white cotton tee shirt that stretched over a visible crimson bra as if it were a size too small. She tucked it into a pleated blue tartan skirt, that occasionally allowed her scarlet red panties to peek out below and tease us. Rachel's legs displayed a milky, meticulous complexion as they poured into black wool socks and Doc Martens boots. I thought, "
if anyone could turn a simple nature trail into a fashion runway, it was Rachel
."
About an hour into our hike and seeing no other wilderness adventurers, Rachel steered us off the beaten path in the direction of the lake. She eventually found a quiet little opening along the waterline that must have been cleared long ago by fishermen, but appeared as if it hasn't seen a human footprint in several years.
Rachel playfully search for rocks along the shore when Darren lit up a cigarette and sat down to watch her. "Hey, John... are you absolutely sure that you don't mind that Rachel and I are fucking?"
"Jesus, Darren! Give it a rest, already," I sighed. "Rachel has far more sexual energy than one man alone can handle. I needed a break."
"It doesn't bother you emotionally, though?" he asked.
"I've never liked emotions. They cloud one's thinking. Besides, let's just say the three of us are at the bar. You're off to the side drinking a beer while Rachel and I shoot pool. Then, suddenly, I need to take a piss break. Instead of demanding that the both of you sit quietly and await my return, I just hand you the stick and ask you to fill in until I get back. What's the harm in seeing two people I care about have a little fun?"
KAPLOOSH! Rachel laughed when she startled us by tossing a large rock into the water. She ran back, pulled a bottle from my pack, and took a long swig before handing it to Darren.
"What are you two limp dicks waiting for? Let's go swimming!" Rachel squealed and began stripping off her boots and clothes. Before I could get the camera ready, she was scampering, au naturale, back towards the water. I managed to capture a shot as she splashed into the shallows and then turned to strike a few poses.
"Come on in! The water's warm," she proclaimed. Yet, her erect nipples and goosebumps told a much different story. Agreeing with the nipples, Darren hesitantly stripped down and followed before eventually sweeping her up in his arms to playfully pull her under. Declining the invitation, I quietly receded into the background so I could continue to photograph the candid moments.
After noting I had reached the 36th and final exposure, I rewound the film and retreated to my gear bag to fetch a fresh canister. Yet, noticing their discarded clothing, I couldn't resist the temptation to toss them into scattered bushes. Rachel's undergarments, however, were intentionally separated and stuffed deep at the bottom of my backpack.
"Ack! The Loch Ness Monster!" I heard Rachel shriek as she clearly handled Darren's appendage below the surface. The two embraced in waist-deep water and Rachel wrapped her legs around Darren's hips. Once Darren entered her, she closed her eyes and leaned back allowing her breasts to shine as she floated on the surface. Darren held her tight as he hunched over her tiny frame and slowly began thrusting into her.
*Click* *Click* *Click* The shutter of my camera whirred as I asked myself, "
should I tell them that they forgot the rubber?