[Alex6655321]

I had a girlfriend who loved the wilderness more than anything except being naked. And that is not entirely true for she loved being seen naked even more. She was an avid hiker and camper when I met her but I may have had something to do with liberating her exhibitionist tendencies. We had several outings and had done some skinny dipping to cool off before. This time we hiked down to a waterfall that was located just before the creek ran into a larger river that was a popular white water rafting venue. Several large rafting parties came thru most days in summer but they were usually down river by 1 PM so they could reach the take out before it got too late. There would be occasional small private parties of rafters and kayakers that would come thru on into late afternoon to early evening. It was a weekday and the river level was down so we did not anticipate a lot of traffic. We got there just as a large commercial rafting group was getting back on the river and since it was after 1, we figured we would have most of the afternoon to ourselves. We stripped and swam in the river a while. Then she suggested that we climb up under the falls and let the falling water massage us. I checked upstream and there were no boats for the half mile I could see. I warned her that we ran a risk of being surprised but she thought we would be safe. I had been there before and I knew that the river was pretty fast and that a boat could round the bend and be on us very quickly. I did not try too hard to dissuade her as the idea of getting caught naked with her was exciting but I did not want her to feel set up. So we climbed up the rocks and were playing in the cold cascade when I noticed that a party of 6 rafts with 20 to 30 people were pulling onto the beach below us. I let her know we had company and watched her start to panic. Our things were down by the river but I knew a trail that would take us out of sight and to the top of the falls. We climbed up to assess our situation. We knew we had been seen. Catherine was ambivalent about the experience so far. She was a little frightened but she was also extremely aroused. She had a nice brownish red bush that glinted in sunlight. Now there was a bright pink button peaking through and her nipples were tight and pointing. We could hear the rafters below and when I peeked down they seemed to be settling in for a stay. We got comfortable on a flat rock. She wanted to know if I had ever been caught and I told her of some of my experiences with accidental and intentional public nudity. She was intrigued but did not think she had the nerve to deliberately expose herself. We talked about it for a while and I tried to subtly make the case that it could be very liberating. Then Catherine began to worry that the rafters would take our things down the river leaving us to make our way home naked. She was also thirsty and our beer and water was in our packs. I offered to retrieve our stuff. Then Catherine got a look in her eye and protested that it would not be fair to make me expose myself alone. I was relieved as my experience has been that a naked guy is less suspect if he is accompanied by a woman, preferably naked. I quizzed her to be sure she was up for it but she was totally distracted and her eyes seemed glazed. She stood but seemed a little unsteady so I took her hand. We climbed down under cover of a rhododendron thicket to within 20 feet or so of the rafters. We stopped but she could not stand still and was shifting from one lovely bare foot to the other. I squeezed her hand and offered to let her go first. She looked at me, panting. Then she grinned, shimmied her body, pulled her shoulders back and stepped out of cover. We approached the group and an attractive female river guide smiled and spoke first, "Sorry to disturb you guys."
I then apologized if we had scandalized anyone in the group but that we needed to retrieve our packs. That started a chorus of protests that no one was offended. Indeed, they all, but especially the guys, seemed thoroughly intrigued with the situation. I assured them that if they were ok, then we were. I was still holding Catherine's hand but now she was squeezing really hard. I looked over and she was shifting her weight again and might even be struggling to stand. Her thighs were clenched and every time she shifted they rubbed and her pussy was swaying side to side like a pendulum. The sun was highlighting her pubes, lighting up her clitoris and sparkling off a spot of moisture beneath. I scooped up our packs and we moved toward the rhododendron. "Enjoy your outing," I called. The girl river guide replied, "Enjoy yours. And thanks." I was a little flustered and stuttered a return "thank you" as Catherine pulled me into the thicket. When we were under cover she put both hands between her thighs and held her self and shuddered. She crouched and writhed and moaned softly, tho she could not be heard over the falls. She finally stood and grabbed my arm with sticky fingers to steady herself and we made our way to the top of the falls. She told me that she was fine until we started having a conversation and she realized that 20 or thirty strangers were seeing her naked and seemed to be staring intently at her pussy. Every eye felt like a throbbing tongue probing and exploring her depths and titillating her clit. She had been terrified of coming in public and humiliating herself. Later we discussed further the pros and cons of public climax and humiliation but right then, there were more pressing needs to be met. We fucked on the rocks there till her back bled then she got on top and mine bled. Later, when the rafters left, we went back down and she stood where she stood while I exchanged pleasantries with our new acquaintances. This time she did not hold back and came again. And again.