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Desert Passion - 1
by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net)
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As two young government rangers change a flat tire in
the desert, a series of unexpected events lead to
passionate coupling both on a small rock ledge
overlooking a river and later atop a roadside boulder.
(MF, reluc, mast)
***
The Glen Canyon Dam impounds snow melt and rivers that
flow westward from the Rocky Mountains, creating a vast
watery oasis in the midst of an arid Utah desert.
However, several years of sustained drought had lowered
the pool elevation of this reservoir, exposing the
remnants of numerous cliff dwellings constructed by
ancestral Pueblo Indians nearly a thousand years ago.
These archaeological remains had once been inundated by
the rising elevation of this man-made lake, and the
federal government was interested in studying the
impacts to these sites caused by flooding before the
drought ended and they were once again under water.
As a seasonal ranger, I couldn’t have asked for a more
perfect summer job than conducting this study. It beat
out cleaning campground toilets, and was made even
better since my archaeological survey partner would be
a twenty-something, third generation Japanese American
named Donna, who possessed a mane of thick raven hair
extending nearly down to her well formed buttocks.
Our assigned task was to float downriver in an
inflatable raft pulled along by the current and stop
wherever old maps indicated the presence of an ancient
site needing investigation. But before the trip could
begin, we had to drive a pickup truck and empty boat
trailer over a fifty mile dirt road to a deserted
riverside takeout point far downstream from where our
raft would first be launched.
The day was very hot, and Donna wore a faded pair of
denim shorts cut-off no more than an inch or two below
her crotch that showed off virtually all of her well
tanned legs, made firm by hiking desert canyons. It was
also apparent that Donna wore no bra. In fact, during
the few weeks I had worked with her, I had concluded
that Donna did not even own a bra since her breasts
were small to the point of being non-existent.
But she did possess ample nipples that quickly formed
erect bullet points through her shirt, particularly at
night when desert temperatures became downright chilly.
Although she seemed completely oblivious to this trait,
it was not lost on my fellow male rangers and we
privately discussed this and other presumed physical
attributes of this somewhat aloof girl. So far, nobody
had been able to get into her pants.
Upon arrival at the riverside takeout point, a flat
tire was discovered on the boat trailer we had been
towing. The tire was in shreds and replacing it with a
spare was a very messy job, exacerbated by 90 degree
midday temperatures. I removed my ranger uniform shirt
exposing a well tanned torso, and Donna loosened a few
buttons of hers, tying it in a knot just above her
midriff which showed off a taut coffee-colored belly
and ribs.
It was impossible to avoid looking down Donna’s shirt
as it hung loose from her body as she bent down to
change the lug nuts. One small breast and then the
other would peek into view, before Donna turned and her
shirt again obscured them. Had she looked for it, this
girl would have noticed a thickening rise behind the
buttons of my jeans. Indeed, I had to turn away at one
point to adjust my penis so its head would not jut out
from the top of my pants. While pulling off the old
tire, Donna backed directly into my crotch brushing her
shoulder against my denim clad shaft which now extended
down one pant leg. However, she seemed to notice
neither it nor the effect her scantily clad body was
having on me.
After changing the tire, we both were covered with axel
grease and caked with sweaty dust. Rather than climb
back into the truck in this condition, we decided to
skinny-dip in the river and wash ourselves clean. I
really did not know Donna well at that time, and since
our relationship up to that point had professional, I
quickly stripped off my pants and boots, and keeping my
back to her so my penis wouldn’t be seen, dove naked
into the river. The water was shockingly cold, and I
had only a few seconds to feast my eyes on Donna’s trim
body as she jumped in after me.
The current was stronger than expected, and it began to
pull Donna downstream. I was the stronger swimmer and
quickly paddled over to her, directing her to wrap her
arms around my shoulders. Clutching me tightly, we made
it to shore at the base of a cliff several hundred feet
downstream from where we had first dove into the water.
Now Donna was quite cold despite the heat of the day,
and she continued to hug me, admitting between teary
sobs that she never had been a good swimmer. I
enveloped her in my arms, initially to provide her with
much needed body heat. However, since they were pressed
directly into my chest, it was impossible not to notice
Donna’s nipples, which in the chilly water had become
reddened rock hard knobs sticking a full inch out from
her nearly flat torso.
Quite beyond my control, my penis became absolutely
rock hard and would have stuck straight out for its
full 8 inches were it not wedged tightly upright
against Donna’s bare ribs. Embarrassed almost beyond
belief and reminding myself that we were still
professional colleagues, I disengaged myself and
suggested we scale up the cliff face and return to the
truck and our clothes.
Donna started up the cliff first with me following
closely behind, working our way to a small rock
outcrop. A tiny thatch of straight dark public hair
failed to obscure her pink clitoris which wiggled
deliciously in front of my nose. About half way up,
Donna slipped as a toehold gave way and I grabbed for
her, stopping the fall when her head was directly level
with my still turgid penis.
As she hugged my legs for support while perched on that
precarious rock ledge, my cock brushed against Donna’s
cheek before entangling itself in her long black hair.
Although the whole episode had been an accident, this
was too much for me and my penis again swelled to its
full length directly in front of this girl’s eyes.
Without a word, she engulfed the purple head of my
aroused shaft in her mouth, pausing only to lubricate
it with her saliva.
After no more than a minute, she removed my penis and
collected some pre-cum in her palms which she then
smeared up and down the length of my shaft with both
hands. It took only a dozen vigorous strokes before I
erupted three or four streams of sperm that splashed
all over her chin, neck and still erect nipples before
running down her chest and dripping to the ground.
This orgasm was so intense and unexpected that my knees
buckled, threatening to topple us both off the ledge
back into the river. As we regained our balance, a fair
amount of my freshly released cum worked its way from
Donna’s face and breasts into her lush mane of hair.
Just then, we heard voices, and a raft floated around a
nearby river bend. Fortunately the rafting party did
not see us as we scrambled up the cliff and back into
our clothes. While we helped these folks pull their
raft from the river, they took no notice of the milky
jizz that lay tangled in Donna’s hair or had soaked
completely through the front of her uniform shirt,
which in haste had been buttoned up incorrectly. She
never did find her panties and ended up pulling on her
shorts without them.
As I drove the government pickup truck up the road away
from the river, Donna slid over in the seat and
snuggled close against me. I began to massage the silky
skin of her legs, slowly inching towards her crotch.
Steering the truck with one hand, I slipped my fingers
beneath the fringe of her short denim cut-offs,
immediately encountering and beginning to rub the hard
pink knob I had briefly peeked at just an hour before.
This was somewhat uncomfortable, and Donna raised her
hips off the seat while unbuttoning her shorts, which
she kicked to the floor of the truck.
Donna closed her eyes and again leaned against me while
I proceeded to masturbate her clit which became wetter
by the minute as I deeply pushed in one finger and then
another. I kept this up for ten miles along that dirt
road while Donna wore nothing but her shirt, a pair of
socks and hiking boots, twice reaching orgasm while
breathing heavily and digging her fingernails into both
my thigh and the seat of the truck.
Parking in a dry creek bed, this horny girl led me to a
nearby boulder where she told me to sit down as she
unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them to my ankles. Donna
then unbuttoned my uniform shirt and flung both it and
her own shirt into the top of a nearby bush.
Stark naked, she climbed aboard my cock which had
remained semi-erect since nearly being caught by the
rafters while being whacked off on the riverside rock
outcrop, and wrapped her legs tightly around my back. I
hungrily sucked and pinched each of those hardened inch
long nipples that for weeks had teasingly caught the
eyes and imagination of male co-workers, bringing Donna
to a third prolonged and shuddering orgasm. I planted
my own jizz deep in her vagina while she was still
cumming, as we both yelled out loudly to the desert. We
slowly rocked back and forth for another ten minutes as
our pulse rates returned to normal.
Donna confessed to me that she had been aware of my
aroused state while changing the flat tire, and had
deliberately loosened a couple of butting which had
enabled me to look down the front of her uniform shirt.
Backing into me while removing the tire had been
deliberate on her part, which had confirmed to Donna
that I was as horny as she was. She said she would have
fucked me on the spot, had I not been so eager to jump
into the river.
We were startled out of a dreamy embrace by a quick
shadow that passed overhead on an otherwise cloudless
summer day. Donna and I had indeed been caught! Looking
up into the sky, six or seven vultures circled lazily
above us, mistaking our heated naked passion as
distress and perhaps a meal. Although the large birds
were harmless, we quickly dressed and drove off. For
the remainder of that not so endless summer, Donna and
I fucked almost every day in some of the most scenic
locations of the American Southwest. Those adventures,
however, are another story.
Continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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