The first time I saw her she was wearing ugly brown walking sandals, stone-coloured shorts and a tight cotton t-shirt, unsuitable for the narrow, overgrown woodland from which she had just emerged. As she stepped out of the earthy darkness into the shimmering light at the base of the waterfall, she was covered with dirt, sweat and leaves. I imagined her making her way down the slippery path with short, cautious steps, her arms outstretched for balance and to brush away the damp foliage from her face – the tragic heroine of a film.
She was about 35 years old, slender, with long, dark hair clinging to her dirt-speckled face. She walked to the edge of the pool and crouched down. As she scooped up the water and splashed it over her face, droplets fell and, together with the dirt, created a pattern across her chest. Standing up she glanced around before pulling the t-shirt over her head and slipping out of her shorts to reveal a simple black cotton bra and matching thong. As she was slowly wading into the water she stopped, expertly unclipped the bra with one hand and flung it onto the rock where she had left her other clothes. She continued wading into the water, wearing only her sandals and black thong.
The base of the waterfall was peaceful, missed by most of the tourists who walked along the upper path, took a couple of quick snaps and moved on. There was a group of large, grey rocks which helped squeeze the river into a kidney-shaped pool with two eddies of water either side. The whole pool was surrounded by trees and lush, green vegetation. The gushing rush of the water cascading from above filled the air but I found the noise soothing and relaxing.
I was lounging upon one of the rocks directly opposite the waterfall. On my back with my arms above my head, bent at the elbows to form a pillow, I was enjoying the warm sunshine on my naked body. At 42 years old, proud of my physique, I kept fit by walking, cycling and swimming. Enjoying the natural surroundings of the waterfall, I felt a little bubble of frustration at the interruption, nevertheless I watched her with fascination.
With the water lapping around her waist she stopped and began to playfully splash in the water. Scooping up the freshness with both hands she poured it over her head and face, rubbing her arms and small, pale breasts as the water cascaded over her skin. Aroused by her actions I grabbed my cock and, forming an open fist, began to masturbate. I was watching her and, as she waded closer to my position, I slid down the rock to cool my erection in the water. At this moment, her lightly tanned, slender body dipped under the water and emerged with a whoosh a few moments later, about ten feet in front of me.
“Hello there,” I said, looking into her big brown eyes and smiling. She was clearly surprised and I can recall her expression as she pushed her hair from her face to return my stare, before casually crossing her arms to shield her breasts from my gaze.
“Hello.”
“Beautiful here isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is truly amazing.”
“I was walking along the top path but couldn’t resist taking a peek.”
She smiled, “Me too.”
I can’t recall how long we were talking for, but I can remember the shimmering sun moving slowly across the water and, by the time our conversation drew to a close, my rock was in shadow. I found out her name was Heather and she was here alone to recover from a failed relationship in which her partner of almost two years had found someone new to be with. She was talking for most of the time and I was happy to listen. Her voice was light and crisp, her vocabulary betraying a love of literature; the many references to places across America, Europe and Asia, revealing her love of travel.
I was still leaning against the cold, grey stone but was now propped up on my elbows, absorbing the flow of information from her pale, round lips and trying to catch a glimpse of her covered breasts. She shivered a little in the cooling water and I felt my arousal once again. With my lower torso hidden under the water I relaxed and let my cock get hard.
She suddenly dipped under and I lost sight of her. A moment later I felt a rush of undercurrent and warmth around my cock. She flicked her tongue a couple of times around its head and sucked hard to let me know she was there, before surfacing for breath. I eagerly pushed her head back down to show her what I wanted and she was soon back under the water, her tongue working up and down my shaft, her warm juices in contrast to the cool water. This time as she surfaced for air, I lifted my body out of the water and leaned back on the rock, exposing myself for her delight. Placing her arms either side of my thighs she formed a wide, rigid oval with her mouth and took my cock deep inside.
Leaning back I lifted my arse in time to her movements, pushing myself deeper within her. Closing my eyes I listened to the rustle of the trees and the flow of the waterfall intermingled with her soft groaning. The sensations rippling through my cock, travelled up and down my body, causing my temperature to rise and my breath to quicken. I knew if she didn’t stop I would soon come, so I reached down and gently tugged at her hair. Lifting her face to mine, my tongue replaced my cock between her pale, round lips as the afternoon sun kissed our bodies.
Heather hadn’t planned her encounter with Roger. She was walking along a lightly gravelled path about five feet wide, shown as the easy route on her map, from the mountain village to the waterfall. Hoping for a pleasant afternoon stroll she was only wearing walking sandals, shorts and a t-shirt, not her usual boots and long trousers to protect her legs from insect bites and tics. The path was encased by woodland but the trees were spread thinly and the hot sun was making its mark on her pale, freckled skin. Stopping to drink from a plastic bottle she was carrying, she noticed it was almost empty and hoped she would find a water outlet or spring soon. They weren’t marked on the map and she would have missed the last one if it hadn’t have been for a ‘call of nature’ which took her into the woodland.
Heather was enjoying the holiday, the nature, the beauty and the walking. At times she found it difficult to let her mind relax and her thoughts often wandered back to Mike. She would ask herself all the pointless questions that people often did – why wasn’t he happy, what does she have that I don’t, and would she ever find someone? Overall however, the trip was a resounding success and she did feel a spiritual rejuvenation. The hotel was nice and other guests were friendly although she was a little disappointed that most of them were a good 20 years older than her.
She was pushing back the tangled green mass of ferns to capture a photograph of the waterfall when she spotted a water outlet. Next to the copper pipe was a crude wooden sign with two blue wavy lines and an arrow which was pointing into the undergrowth. Realising it was probably a path, Heather was soon following it in her search of a better photographic vantage point. After half an hour of difficult walking she reached the end of the path and stepped into the sunlight at the base of the waterfall.
She had seen Roger almost as soon as she entered the water. He was about 40 years old with a shaved head covered in a couple of week’s worth of dark grey stubble. He had silvery blue eyes, a Roman nose, thin lips and unusually high cheekbones. His broad chest was covered in matching dark grey curls which curved in a snake over his lower abdomen. She couldn’t help but admire his tanned physique. As she approached he lowered his torso into the water but the crystal clear pool didn’t hide his fully erect cock, suspended a couple of inches under the surface.
The sight of his readiness aroused her and, with arms folded across her chest, Heather was able to discreetly play with her nipples. It was on impulse that she slid under the water, swam towards him and captured his cock as if it was Halloween and she was apple bobbing. As he yanked her from the water and pushed his tongue inside her mouth, she inhaled the heavy scent of his musk and the odour of the damp foliage surrounding them. As she returned his kiss, a fantasy played across her mind, with the handsome stranger, the beautiful waterfall and the newly single woman anxious for adventure.
Parting her legs she straddled him and pushed her pelvis against his cock, the friction of her wet thong rubbing against his taught skin. Detaching from his mouth she leaned back and repositioned her pelvis so his cock was rubbing directly over her clit, stimulating the juices held back by the thin black cotton. Grabbing a breast in each of her hands she massaged them and was flicking at the nipples with her fingernails while he watched with delight. Sensing an orgasm building within her, she increased the pace of her rubbing and, as she closed her eyes and held her breath, she dug her nails deep into the pale pink tips. Heather shuddered and took a deep, noisy breath as a surge of energy radiated out from her body and she climaxed.
Roger immediately pulled at her thong and yanked it aggressively to one side, exposing a cleanly shaved cunt.
“I love shaved pussy,” he said, sliding his fingers along the creamy, smooth flesh before exploring inside. Taking the weight on her legs, Heather tilted her pelvis to allow him deeper inside. She was filled with her own juice and ready for more as she reached down and pulled his hand away, grabbing his cock and sliding it inside.
“Fuck me,” she said, smiling.
Roger grabbed her arse and, lifting his pelvis, slid her flesh up and down his shaft, controlling the pace at a slow glide. Heather let him guide her movements at first, but, as her excitement built and the urge for more of his hardness to fill her became stronger, she pushed harder, deeper and increased the pace.
“Slow down or I’ll come.”
She obeyed his command and eased back a little to give him a lighter ride, but Roger was unable to contain himself any longer. She felt his body shudder and, as he gasped for air, his cock exploded, shooting its hot, creamy satisfaction deep inside. As quick as a rocket Heather lifted off and, with his semi-hardness nestled under her nude pussy, she let out a torrent of hot, steamy liquid and covered him with her piss. Leaning forward she placed her lips on his and kissed him until she had released every drop of her golden delight and then she slid into the water.
As the sun was making its late afternoon journey across the sky, Heather was playfully splashing in the water. I was still leaning against the cold, grey stone but was now propped up on my elbows, trying to digest the afternoon’s activities. She was shivering in the cooling water, which was no longer fed by the sun’s warmth.
“It’s getting cold,” I said.
“Yes, I need to get out of the water.”
“Good idea,” I replied as she turned and began making her way through the grey shadows back towards her side of the pool and her waiting clothes. “But I’m this way and my clothes are this side.”
She was slipping away, moving with a purpose towards the edge of the pool and if I didn’t act quickly I knew I would lose her. “I think the path back up to the top is less steep on my side.”
With the water lapping below her knees she hesitated and, turning to face me, looked at the path from which I had descended before turning to face the steep incline in front of her. Glancing back once again she spoke softly to the mountain air above my head.
“I guess I could wade over with my clothes.”
I waited anxiously in the middle of the pool as she picked up her clothes, map, water bottle and camera, before slowly wading back into the water, her things held tightly against her upper chest. I watched her advancing towards me, her lightly tanned body beautiful in the fading light. We met once again and I led the way towards the opposite side of the pool. Illuminated by the last of the sunlight we followed its warm, guiding rays to the shoreline.
I exited the water first and, keeping my back towards her, reached my clothes in five large, solid strides across the pebbled shore. I struggled to pull the thick, navy denim jeans over my wet legs, harnessing my re-awakening energy behind the steel zip. I pulled my white t-shirt over my head and was slipping into my sandals as I turned to check on Heather, who stood about eight feet behind me. Fully clothed, she was brushing at the front of her t-shirt, attempting to remove the dirt stains she had picked up earlier.
“You look fine,” I said, smiling and moving towards her.
“I thought it might come off now that it’s dry.”
“I can hardly tell it’s dirty, I’m sure no one will notice.”
“Shall we make a start, which way is the path?”
“This way, follow me.”
We strode out towards the line of lush green vegetation which soon opened up to reveal a lightly gravelled path that would take us back to the top of the waterfall. The path was damp but firm as it meandered through the woodland in a series of hairpin bends, designed to keep the incline to a minimum. Keeping my pace slow and my strides measured, Heather was easily able to keep up and, as the path widened out, she took the lead, walking a few metres ahead.
I was taking in the beauty of the woodland in the fading light as we walked in silence, heading towards the village, but I was easily distracted by Heather. I watched her long, dark hair blowing in the gentle breeze, her marching arms helping her keep up a steady pace, and those long slender legs. I was staring at the unflatteringly baggy stone-coloured shorts which covered her peach-shaped arse and wondered if the wet thong had been removed. Quickening my pace I caught up to Heather in two large strides and pushed my hands up the back of her thighs and underneath the baggy fabric, squeezing her arse. The thong was absent.
I removed my hands and hugged her around the waist, pulling her towards me. Holding her close we walked together in mechanical fashion and I steered us off the path, stopping in front of a large tree. Quickly, I unzipped her shorts and thrust both hands inside the fabric, rubbing the smooth, hairless pussy as my erection grew inside my jeans. I pushed my fingers into her crevices, already wet with anticipation and gently released my warm breath into her ear. Her soft flesh yielded to my touch as, using both hands, I tried to reach deep inside.
“Let’s take them off,” I said already pulling the shorts over her legs. She obligingly stepped out of them and, free of their restriction, spread her legs wide learning forward and bracing her elbows on the tree trunk.
“Fuck me,” she said in a whisper. “You know I want you.”
With my left hand I reached up under her t-shirt and bra while my right hand returned to her delicate smooth folds of flesh. In synchronised perfection I flicked, pinched and massaged her nipple and her clit, determined to bring her pleasure. Ignoring the pain of my bulging cock rubbing inside the coarse denim, I was working in a steady rhythm, until her groans told me it was almost time.
Fumbling a little with the zip of my jeans, I released my cock, already shining with pre ejaculate, and slipped it easily up inside her cunt. Placing my hands on her hips I pulled her towards me as I began to fuck her, but she sharply pulled away and I slipped out of her. Reaching back with her hand, she grabbed my cock and re-positioned it over her arse hole. “I want you to fuck me here,” she said.
Tentatively I pushed a couple of inches of my cock inside her taught little hole, too nervous to slide very far. Heather responded by pushing closer to me and, grabbing my arse with her hand, pulled me deeper inside. Guiding my body she soon had the whole length of my cock deep in her wonderful flesh.
“Spank me,” she instructed and I tapped her arse cheek with my palm, gently at first and then more forcefully in response to her disapproval of my efforts. With every spank I was turning her peachy skin to rosy red.
“Now, fuck me up the arse, hard and strong.”
Taking a deep breath and holding her hips I began to thrust, slowly at first but I was soon gathering momentum. The sensation was amazing as the flesh pinched my cock and I felt the resistance of her tight anal muscles. I was excited and a little disgusted at the same time, as I pounded her delicate frame with all my strength. Heather, with her arms now outstretched and supported by the tree was pushing back strongly onto my cock and groaning loudly. I was hardly aware when she reached down and began stroking her clit. With expert precision she circled this pink peak and brought herself to fulfilment.
Heather shouted out as she climaxed and a huge suction wave engulfed my cock, stopping it in mid thrust. A few seconds later I resumed fucking her, my confidence increasing, each slide opening her gorge a little more to accommodate my girth a little easier. I closed my eyes and let the light flicker inside my eyelids, slowing to relish the final few thrusts before forcing my salty essence into her innermost recess. Groaning with pleasure, I let her arse devour every last drop before withdrawing across her rosy cheeks. Realising that I was fully relaxed I took a step back and, taking my spent cock in hand, I allowed the hot, golden liquid to flow. Pouring it over her arse I let it run down those slender thighs and over her sensible brown walking sandals. The silence was displaced by the spraying hiss of my piss and my sigh of satisfaction as a pungent odour filled the air. It was a day I would never forget.
The afternoon sun is almost lost, casting its eerie glow over the garden as it waves goodnight and the tinkling ripple of the waterfall competes for attention with the evening birdsong. I am relaxing in my favourite spot, leaning back in the wooden reclining chair, next to a small, round table, facing towards our garden pond. I close the notebook which I am holding and put it down on the table, resting my blunt pencil on the bright blue cover. I am proud of my afternoon’s work and let a smile escape.
I hear her approaching along the white gravel hairpins, long before I see her. As she stands in front of me, her long dark hair waves gently in the breeze and I admire her body.
“Dinner’s ready,” she says with a smile.
“I’ve just finished.”
“Is it good?”
“Yes, I’m very pleased with how it turned out.”
I get out of the chair and walk across the lawn, stopping in front of her. Reaching up, I cup her face and caress her round, pale lips with my thumb, before leaning forward to kiss her. With my other hand I gently cup her breast and skim over the thin, yellow cotton before coming to rest protectively over her swollen abdomen.
“I love you Heather,” I whisper.
“Fuck me,” she says with her smile and reaches out for my cock.