Outdoor Canoddling - Best Story
gSteph
The view from the other side of the room
Here’s my best story:
Scene – a river somewhere in the Oregon Coast Range – end of the road.
There’s just enough room to get the pickup turned around. Our 2-mile trail is on the other side of the little river, so we strip down, hold clothes and waist packs overhead and walk-float-swim across, and trek into the woods. A few minutes into the hike, wife says, “There were no other cars at the put-in, I bet we’re the only people on this trail”. And removes her tank top and shorts.
It’s a perfect summer day. Low 80s, gentle breeze, pretty woods. And I’m following my near naked, lusted lass toward a rendezvous with nature. She’s looking good wearing only a sunhat, sandals, and a tiny waist pack off to one side, and I’m getting more mesmerized every step, noticing the way the her ass gains a bit more definition on the uphill portions. We spy a sleepy flying squirrel in a tree just off the trail.
A mile in, the trail descends to the little meadow along the river. There’s no good swimming spot here, just a large tent near the water. No one around. Passing by the open tent, we glance in, and – well, I’m no Sherlock Homes – but from the way things look, some persons have had a thrashing good, afternoon delight in there recently. “Where are they?” “Maybe they’ve gone up the trail to a swimming spot”. We shrug, and trek on.
From near trail end (couple hundred yards away), we can see our destination. Huge rock in river with a deep swimming hole, big side creek coming in. The side creek ends in a pool big enough for a dip, so we do. (We “collect” (usually naked) swimming spots – over 100 so far.) We explore around and find our spot - dappled shade, smooth ground, a few steps from river. I park my pack in the shade, she spreads a towel. Truly glorious canoodling occurs.
Afterwards, sweating and blissed, I dive into the deep river pool, and almost laugh underwater at a curious sensation, the ‘rudder flutter’ of my dick vibrating from the turbulence of the dive. We swim, we float, we fondle underwater. Then lunch and sunbathing. Finally, time to go, but I wish one more dive into this perfect pool. “Want to feel ‘rudder flutter’ again” she asks, and quickly licks/sucks me hard. Dive, splash, shudder. And then we go.
And right away meet a couple coming up the trail. Our dogs exchange sniffs, we exchange hellos. As we’re passing the woman quietly says “Nice dive”.
Scene – a river somewhere in the Oregon Coast Range – end of the road.
There’s just enough room to get the pickup turned around. Our 2-mile trail is on the other side of the little river, so we strip down, hold clothes and waist packs overhead and walk-float-swim across, and trek into the woods. A few minutes into the hike, wife says, “There were no other cars at the put-in, I bet we’re the only people on this trail”. And removes her tank top and shorts.
It’s a perfect summer day. Low 80s, gentle breeze, pretty woods. And I’m following my near naked, lusted lass toward a rendezvous with nature. She’s looking good wearing only a sunhat, sandals, and a tiny waist pack off to one side, and I’m getting more mesmerized every step, noticing the way the her ass gains a bit more definition on the uphill portions. We spy a sleepy flying squirrel in a tree just off the trail.
A mile in, the trail descends to the little meadow along the river. There’s no good swimming spot here, just a large tent near the water. No one around. Passing by the open tent, we glance in, and – well, I’m no Sherlock Homes – but from the way things look, some persons have had a thrashing good, afternoon delight in there recently. “Where are they?” “Maybe they’ve gone up the trail to a swimming spot”. We shrug, and trek on.
From near trail end (couple hundred yards away), we can see our destination. Huge rock in river with a deep swimming hole, big side creek coming in. The side creek ends in a pool big enough for a dip, so we do. (We “collect” (usually naked) swimming spots – over 100 so far.) We explore around and find our spot - dappled shade, smooth ground, a few steps from river. I park my pack in the shade, she spreads a towel. Truly glorious canoodling occurs.
Afterwards, sweating and blissed, I dive into the deep river pool, and almost laugh underwater at a curious sensation, the ‘rudder flutter’ of my dick vibrating from the turbulence of the dive. We swim, we float, we fondle underwater. Then lunch and sunbathing. Finally, time to go, but I wish one more dive into this perfect pool. “Want to feel ‘rudder flutter’ again” she asks, and quickly licks/sucks me hard. Dive, splash, shudder. And then we go.
And right away meet a couple coming up the trail. Our dogs exchange sniffs, we exchange hellos. As we’re passing the woman quietly says “Nice dive”.
3 comments
Oh well, shouldn't have posted my PG short story the same time Reverendhornybastard published his multi part X-rated memoirs.
You're welcome, I mean thank you.
That's what a tuscl story should do, I guess.
Wife and I were talking about this this the other night, we'd hoped to repeat once retired, but the place burned up a couple years ago - Chetco river fire.