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Desert Passion - 2
by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net)
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The second installment in a series about two young
rangers in the Utah desert. This story focuses on a
raft trip, and a passionate sexual encounter that
begins reluctantly at a secret spring fed canyon pool.
(MF, rom, reluc)
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Our raft trip down the river towards Lake Powell began
the day after Donna and I had delivered a boat trailer
to a canyon takeout point where we had discovered a
mutual carnal lust. A river ranger named Ellen had the
task of rowing the raft while Donna and I visited
eroding Indian ruins, taking notes and drawing maps.
Ellen also had the job of stopping other rafting
parties to make sure they had proper permits and life
preservers.
I was new to this river stuff, and no one had warned me
that on many of these private rafts, clothing was
optional. Ellen explained that Utah was a conservative
place, and nudity along the river although common was
intentionally not talked about. Since we were on
government business, it was not appropriate for us to
completely undress.
However, as soon as we had floated away from
civilization, off went most of Ellen’s uniform,
although she did continue to wear a ranger’s hat to
identify herself as a public servant. She wore a small
bikini, and proceeded to liberally oil her exposed skin
with suntan lotion. Donna stripped down to an equally
small bikini and I removed my uniform shirt, keeping on
a pair of running shorts. I opted for sunscreen which
Donna rubbed onto my back.
Before long, we overtook another raft on which everyone
was naked. Ellen checked their permits and discussed
some upcoming rapids. I pretended to write in my
notebook while eyeballing the entire situation from
behind dark sun glasses. With the exception of our
small raft party, everyone else we encountered on the
river that day was naked. It was beyond me how anyone
could not get turned on by the scenery.
The day became very hot and we pulled off the river at
the mouth of a narrow canyon. Ellen said there was a
spring fed pool a short distance up this canyon that
she had discovered on a previous trip. She pulled off
her bikini and persuaded us to remove our suits as
well, saying that we would not be seen. The pool was
crystal clear and the three of us savored its coolness
for nearly an hour.
Ellen then said she had to return to the raft, but that
Donna and I didn’t have to return immediately, and
could enjoy the water for a few more minutes. As soon
as Ellen disappeared down the trail, I stroked my
flaccid penis into a rigid state of attention while
slowly walking towards Donna, who dangled her feet off
the side of a rock ledge into the pool of water. I
couldn’t help myself. She looked so beautiful sitting
there naked with her long raven hair.
Donna was once again aloof, saying that we had only a
few minutes and she didn’t want to start anything and
risk getting caught by Ellen or anyone else who could
come back up the trail from the river. I reluctantly
agreed, but asked if I could at least kiss each of her
nipples before our short hike.
This she did agree to thinking it would hasten our
departure from the canyon pool. But she permitted my
kisses to become a prolonged caress, and as had
happened the day before, Donna’s nipples became erect
bullet points as I greedily sucked one and then the
other. She flinched, let out a small moan, and again
said we should stop.
However, I had other thoughts, and climbed out of the
pool and again stroked my stiffened cock while rubbing
its tip across the front of her chest which was still
somewhat greasy from suntan lotion. Her resistance gave
way, and she grabbed my penis and pushed its tip
against her elongating nipples which had become beat
red as they filled with blood.
They were clearly her most sensitive erogenous zone,
and I had discovered that paying them even the briefest
of attention would quickly break down this girl’s
inhibitions. I would take advantage of this as a
prelude to many other quickie encounters throughout the
summer in Utah’s southern deserts and canyons.
I reached my free hand towards her clitoris, but
discovered she had beat me to it, and had begun to rub
its nub with her other hand. I kept probing and shortly
my index finger was slipping in and out of Donna’s
vaginal canal while she continued to masturbate herself
to orgasm. Telling me that we had to be quick, she
climbed off her bedrock perch, stepped into the water
of the small desert pool, and turned her back to me
while bending forward atop the rock. It was obvious she
wanted to get fucked from behind.
Donna was already wet from being fingered and my penis
slid straight up her cunt to its hilt on the first
stroke. While banging her, I reached around and tugged
at taut nipples, which provoked a series of gasping
mini orgasms. This girl was an intense fuck, and
actually bit her arm in order to not cry out too loudly
and draw the attention of Ellen, who was after all only
a short distance away. Seconds before my own orgasm, I
pulled my penis away and shot streams of sperm that
left thick sticky trails on Donna’s naked back reaching
from her buttocks to shoulder blades.
The whole incident could not have taken more than
fifteen minutes from start to finish. Having been
reasonably quiet in our lovemaking, and arriving back
at the raft right on time, Donna and I naively thought
we had kept our tryst a secret. But it would have been
hard for Ellen not to miss the redness of my not quite
flaccid penis as I stepped back into running shorts, or
Donna’s flushed neck and still engorged nipples, which
immodestly protruded behind the thin fabric of her
bikini top.
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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