Together, we climbed along the cliffs. A hot, sunny day, perspiring heavily, sweat soaked our clothing, drawing my T-shirt tight against my well-formed breasts and your T-shirt across your hardened chest. Our canteens emptied. We came to the peak and saw below us a pond, 30 yards in diameter. Quickly, but carefully, we moved down toward the pond, in need of both water and rest under the shade of the tall oak trees that stood beside it.
As you walked behind me, you see my shorts tight against my body, my legs finely-muscled yet feminine. Setting our backpacks down underneath the trees, we moved to the pond, our canteens in hand and wordless thoughts on our minds. We filled our canteens and then you carefully poured water into my mouth, refilling my body and refreshing my spirit. Sated, I returned the favor, carefully guiding the water into you mouth, washing out the dry, salty taste and replacing it with the breath of nature.
I poured water across your face, then down first your chest and your back. Your own nipples, tender to the touch, hardened immediately and the water left your organ silhouetted inside your blue jeans shortened for hiking.
Slowly, you moved toward me. Each of us standing in knee-depth water, the sun beating down upon us, you poured water over my face, then across my chest as my nipples hardened in anticipation, and finally over my back and down along the backs of my legs. I let out a soft moan of pleasure, or perhaps in anticipation of what might come. We both knew no one used this old hiking trail. We were alone. Standing in the water. Together.
We moved together.
First a kiss, then our tongues mingled wildly with each other. Together, we began to kiss the others neck as moans escaped from our mouths, loud moans, moans of pleasure and satisfaction, moans of need and arousal. Moans. You began to run your lips and tongue along my neck, moving slowly, savoring every milimeter of my flesh. Again, I moaned in pleasure, telling you never to stop. You slid your tongue into my ear and asked "What is your pleasure?"
At the same time, your hands, which had been playing wildly across my back in a caress, tenderly clasped the backs of my shorts and what they held, drawing me closer to you. Now you are moaning. My hands had moved inside your shirt, roaming now across your back. Suddenly, I slipped my hand inside your shorts, drawing you to me, forcing the oxygen out of your body for a moment. We hung there somehow, my right leg snake-like around your left leg, my hands fondling you at will.
I announced my pleasure in a word. "Breasts," I said in a gasp-like moan and arched my back, lifting my breasts to within reach of your mouth. Quickly, you lifted up my T-shirt, wanting to tear it off but not wishing me to think you a complete animal. You moved your tongue and lips down my neck, savoring it once again, then across the top of my chest. Finally, my breasts, with hardened nipples, were in view. You wanted to devour each of them, but needed to extend my pleasure. So you slowly began to kiss and lick each of my breasts, keep my nipples free for now. Occassionally, you'd suckle a portion of my breast, first my left, into your mouth and nibble it softly. I moaned, telling you that I was going to come.
"Come," you said. "Come again and again and again. Don't stop. Desire and obtain whatever you want." My hands slid your shorts down and grabbed your behind. You moaned in a combination of sweet pain and pleasure. My passion had always aroused you. It always would, you knew. You slid my right nipple into your mouth, flicking it with your tounge, then moving to draw as much of my breast as you could into your mouth. My nipple was buried in the roof of your mouth as you sucked on my full breast. Your hands rubbed your behind. Moaning louder and louder, I came. You moved to my left breast and repeated the entire scenario, holding my shaking body as I moaned loudly throughout my orgasm. Quietly, I brought my mouth to yours and slipped my tongue inside to start a kiss that you thought would never end. As our lips broke, I smiled, looked over your right shoulder and said, "Rock."
You turned and a large boulder, no doubt millions of years old stood in the water. I leaned over into my backpack, grabbed a blanket. My breasts hung there in such a tantalizing manner. You wanted to grasp them. But you needed to know what my mind had in store. Blanket in hand, we walked to the boulder. We spread it out atop the rock, perhaps the only thing nearby that was harder than you were at the moment. On opposite end of the rock, we carefully climbed each side, meeting finally in the middle. On our knees, your shirt came off and I took control, kissing your neck and ears. Into your ear, I whispered passionate words, telling you how much I wanted you to taste me, before sliding my mouth to your left nipple and nibbling it softly, but refusing to let go as you moaned in pleasure my name.
 I moved my mouth to your right nipple, gently clamping my teeth down on it as my hands slipped off your shorts. Your organ free, I fondled it, your nipple still gently between my teeth. Suddenly, I rose back up to my knees, took your hands and placed them firmly on my behind. Not one to miss a message, you quickly slipped off my shorts and brought me close to you. Again and again, we kissed passionately, until I slid my tongue into your ear and quietly gasped, "Eat me." You lay on the rock, still, as I moved astride you. Slowly, I slid back toward you, hot and wet to the touch, and suddenly dropped my pussy firmly on your face as my hands fondled your organ. You ran your tongue up and down my cleft, your hands ranging up to clasp my breats. I moved across your face again and again. You quickly licked my behind and then buried your tongue deeply inside me.
At that point, I feel down across you. My lips ran up and down the length of your organ. My tongue teased the underside and head, taking your sac softly into my mouth as I pressed myself firmly against your face. We were both moaning uncontrollably, the sounds of our moans muffled against our bodies but clear enough to be heard in the deserted pond. Orgasms built. Faster you licked. Deeper I sucked. We couldn't hold out anymore. It might've been 10 minutes. It might have been an hour. You came in torrents in my mouth and felt it leak out as I moaned. Soon after, I came across your face, rubbing myself all over you. I collapsed atop you. Our hearts pounding, we just lay there gasping and moaning each other's name. You could feel my hot breath on your organ, and you made small licks of my moist self.
Suddenly, unexpectedly after all that, you began to harden. I began to moisten again. Slowly, we slipped into the water, soaking our sun-drenched bodies. Standing in water up to our shoulders, you slid into me. We made love slowly, leisurely, filled with kisses and the moans of passion primevil.
Slowly, without breaking contact, we moved toward the bank. You laid down into about six inches of water. I lay astride you, my knees spread. My breasts dangled above you and you quickly slid first the left and then the right nipple into your mouth. Our pace quickened. You thrust your torso upwards as I slammed down. Our lips met and moans spewed forth.
Then, I hit a weakspot, your nipples, with my mouth and you felt yourself explode inside of me. You thought you would never stop coming. You never wanted to stop. I was chanting now, "Keep coming. Keep coming inside of me."
Exhausted, you wanted to fall back into the water, but needed to complete our lovemaking for me. You reached up and sucked my right breast into your mouth, used your left hand to clasp my behind and felt me impale myself again and again upon you. Moaning, "I'm coming, ooooh, I'm coming all over you," I came and fell against your chest. We lay there. Hearts beating. Exhausted. Wondering why'd we gone hiking and tired ourselves out.
Then, with the water enveloped around us and the sun slowly setting, we started to laugh and wondered how soon we could return to the pond.
