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Desert Passion - 6
by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net)
***
The sixth and final story in a series about two young
rangers who discover each other's sexuality in the Utah
desert. In this episode, the Japanese ranger named
Donna goes to an outdoor barbeque where she is fucked
by two different men, caught by a voyeur while screwing
one of them, and by the time she returns home has lost
every stitch of clothing she had first worn to the
party. (MF, rom, exh, voy, asian)
***
A couple of weeks after a young Japanese American
ranger named Donna had accompanied me on a float trip
downriver towards Utah’s Lake Powell, the other person
in our small rafting party, a ranger named Ellen,
invited us to barbeque at her house, located near a
village about forty miles distant from the government
compound where Donna and I each lived in small
cottages.
I offered to drive Donna to the cookout in my jeep
which she readily accepted. I had just removed the
canvas top of this vehicle, and I thought it looked
cool to drive around with wind blowing through my hair.
We were running late, and I entered Donna’s cottage
saying we needed to hurry up. She was standing in
front of the bathroom sink applying some lipstick. For
the occasion, she wore a tight fitting denim skirt that
ended several inches above her knees, accentuating her
smooth tanned legs. She also wore a gauzy white cotton
tube top held up by a thin string tied in a bow at the
back of her neck.
Because of her petite sized breasts, Donna did not need
to wear a bra. Recalling a prior evening when she had
bent naked over that same sink and had literally begged
me to screw her from behind, I pulled up the back of
her miniskirt and cupped her panty clad buttocks with
my hands.
She giggled and reminded me that we were to be Ellen’s
special guests, and implied that if events in bathroom
went any further we would miss the outdoor party. As
we drove down the highway, it was hard not to marvel at
Donna’s exposed legs and long raven hair as it streamed
behind her in the wind. I vowed that whatever food was
being served at the barbeque, I would have this sexy
girl for dessert.
The party was well underway when we arrived at Ellen’s
house. The road trip down the mesa from our housing
compound had been hot and dusty, and Donna and I
hurriedly downed a couple of beers and shared a joint
that was being passed around. Being thin in stature,
Donna developed quite a buzz and when we walked back to
the jeep to retrieve some steaks to grill on the
barbeque, we paused long enough to kiss and paw at one
another until we were both panting. Unfortunately, the
desert vegetation on either side of the driveway was
only knee high and it offered no privacy. So we walked
back to the gathering of party goers in a state of
horny agitation.
Later, when someone put on a county and western CD,
Donna pulled me into a crowd of dancing people. The
evening was still warm and along with everyone else we
danced ourselves into a heavy sweat. Her thin tube top
was moist and now clung tightly to every contour and
feature of her upper torso. We paused for another
beer, and began to talk with Sean, a guest of one of my
fellow rangers who had just hopped off a plane from
Ireland. Donna wanted to dance some more, but I
declined and suggested that Donna find another partner.
Sean immediately offered to dance with her.
Since neither Sean nor Donna appeared adept at dancing
to the selection of songs being played, they walked off
a little distance and practiced to the music by
themselves without stepping on feet of nearby dancers.
I thought nothing of it and went back to drinking beer
with my buddies and flirting with a couple of
unattached female rangers.
About thirty minutes later, Donna and Sean returned to
the party. His face was flushed red and her nipples
stuck out like rigid bullets from beneath a sweaty and
now almost transparent shirt. In the dimming light of
the evening sky, I could just make out the darker forms
of two areola that contrasted against damp white
cotton.
Based on my own experiences with this girl, I knew that
Donna was a quick turn on and needed little stimulation
before succumbing to a relentless urge to fuck. Hell,
we had almost done it ourselves out by the jeep while
getting the steaks. It was clear that she and Sean had
just had sex.
I wondered how to react, but decided to ignore the
obvious since we were not officially dating and had
made an attempt to keep our own couplings a secret from
fellow rangers. But I was concerned that Donna chose
to avoid me for the remainder of the barbeque, and
wondered if this was a turning point in our special
friendship.
Later, as we drove back towards ranger housing in
moonlit darkness, I asked Donna if she had learned any
new dance steps from Sean. She said yes but didn’t
elaborate. So I asked her outright if she had indeed
fucked the guy. After a long pause during which she
thought about a response, she said yes and blamed it on
the pot and alcohol.
Donna said that things had started out innocently
enough as she and Sean attempted a few stumbling dance
steps in time with the music. But as knee contacted
groin, first inadvertently and then intentionally, they
had embraced in a lingering and passionate French kiss.
Donna said Sean pushed her against the outside of a
wooden barn, had bunched the miniskirt above her waist
and pulled her cotton panties to the ground before
fucking her. Donna said nothing about resisting Sean,
which caused me to think that at the very least, she
was a co-instigator. I was astounded that they had
screwed within earshot from where my friends and I were
sharing beers.
Donna confessed that she had been aloof after returning
to the party because she and Sean had been caught
midway through this sex act by Ellen, the party’s host.
Donna had no idea how long Ellen had been watching this
illicit tryst, since her eyes had closed when Sean
first entered her, and when she opened them Ellen was
standing there staring. Donna said that with the
intensity of her orgasm, she had again squeezed her
eyes shut and after cumming, Ellen was gone.
To make matters worse, Donna said that Sean had plucked
the discarded panties out of her hands as she was
attempting to slide back into them, and stuffed them
into his pocket saying they would be a nice souvenir
from America upon his return to Ireland. Donna had
been afraid that Ellen would blab to other party guests
about this illicit tryst or that Sean would waive
around her lost panties like a victory flag. After
all, she said things like this had occurred earlier in
her life.
Donna was quite upset, and I responded that Sean had
been very circumspect upon returning to the party.
None of the other guests knew about the stolen panties
or that she had returned to the group wearing nothing
beneath her short miniskirt. I also told her that
Ellen appeared to be a secret voyeur and recounted the
night two weeks earlier, when supposedly asleep no more
than twenty feet away, she had instead watched the two
of us make passionate and repeated love atop our
sleeping bags on a riverside sandbar.
Donna was startled at this revelation, saying that she
thought we had been quiet and that Ellen had never
awoken. This seemed wonderfully naive, since when
being screwed, Donna was totally unaware of anything
but her own rising ecstasy. I was certain that she
could have fucked in the middle of a street, oblivious
to passers by when in the prelude to orgasm.
Rather than get pissed off, I found this girl’s
explicit candor to be a tremendous turn-on and felt a
familiar pressure begin to build in my groin. Before
Donna had finished describing her quickie encounter
with the Irishman, I took one hand off the steering
wheel and tugged down the front of her tank top
exposing her small breasts to the cooling nighttime
desert air flowing by the jeep.
Her nipples hardened at this sudden and unexpected
chill and Donna snuggled close to me for warmth,
closing her eyes in what I correctly assumed to be the
first stage of bliss. I united the string that held up
this flimsy cotton garment and attempted to pull it off
over the top of her head. It became tangled in her
streaming hair and in my clumsy attempt to remove it,
the fabric caught the wind and sailed away into
darkness behind the fast moving jeep.
Now topless, Donna snuggled even tighter against me.
Sliding my hand up her thigh beneath the miniskirt, I
concluded that the Irishman had indeed collected
Donna’s panties as a souvenir. Oh, my God, she was
wet! Between her slick labia, my fingers wandered
unencumbered and slipped into a place that was snug,
warm and moist.
As we continued to zip down the highway, Donna slowly
slid her head down to my crotch, unbuttoned my jeans
and released my raging hard-on into the starry night.
I felt her warm breath on my cock just before I felt
something warm and moist. Her tongue was caressing the
head of my penis. Her hand gently grasped the shaft of
my cock, and then her mouth completely enveloped the
head of my cock. I nearly died – quite literally!
Incapable of driving any distance in this fashion
without wrapping the jeep around a tree trunk, I
quickly needed to find a place to pull off where we
could fuck with proper safety in mind. Up the road was
a small deserted work area where the state highway
department stored its vehicles and I pulled in there,
parking the jeep out of sight behind a large pile of
sand. Because the steering wheel was in the way, I
slid over onto the passenger seat, where immediately
Donna straddled me and still wearing her skirt,
arithmetically rocked back and forth in my lap while I
gobbled lustfully on her elongated nipples.
I wanted desperately to fuck this girl, and pulled her
denim skirt above her thin torso, which she then
obligingly slipped from her arms and threw off into the
darkness. She was now naked and my pants were down
around my ankles. We resumed lovemaking with Donna
writhing on the front seat of the jeep, her motions
timed perfectly to the in and out motions of my penis
which was jammed up to the hilt in her dripping wet
vagina. We climaxed nearly at the same moment, my jizz
shooting deep inside her with an intensity I didn’t
think possible. Gasping for breath as out racing
hearts slowed, we listened to distant coyotes yipping
at the waning moon.
Afterwards, looking around the jeep in near darkness,
it became apparent that the last piece of Donna’s
diminishing collection of clothing had disappeared. We
eventually gave up the search, although the following
day I did return to find the miniskirt lying in a heap
half way up the highway department’s pile of sand. So
Donna rode the twenty miles remaining in the trip
completely in the buff. Since it was dark, the few
vehicles we encountered coming the other way on that
road remained oblivious to this naked Asian girl who
was pressed tight against me for some warmth.
When we reached the ranger housing compound, Donna
dashed the fifty yards of deserted trail from the
parking lot to her cottage in the nude, hoping that she
wouldn’t be seen by any colleagues along the way.
Within the previous four hours, she had been fucked by
two different men, been caught by a voyeur while
screwing one of them, and had proceeded to lose every
stitch of clothing she had first worn to the party.
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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