My college girlfriend and I shared a few outdoor experiences together [I think one or two may have been posted elsewhere in non-fiction]....
My favorite time has to be the time we did it alongside a water hole in a state park. By "water hole", I mean it was a water fall into a deep pool no more than about 40 feet across and in a heavily wooded setting. The state park was named for this particular feature. However, signs were posted warning against swimming.
We went there mainly because, though we both grew up a few miles away, we had never actually seen it. So, we were going to check it out on a warm early summer day. The trail from the parking area up to the pool is less than a quarter mile. On our way up, we passed a family coming down. So, there was no expectation that anything would happen.
When we got there, nobody else was there. It was just us, the rushing water, the canopy of trees above us providing a bit of cool respite from the heat. We started making out. And kept making out. Hands went up shirts. Look around, and nobody's coming. Shirts were dispensed with. Her bra followed shortly after, which was a little bit of a surprise given that if we did get caught, the odds were much better that our families would find out. Check again, nobody coming up the trail. Hands start going down hands. Somewhere along the way, we both got naked, and she got in my lap. While I'd love to give you a thrust-by-thrust re-telling of the whole episode, a la Penthouse Forum, it was actually one of the most sensuous lovemaking encounters we had during our relationship.
When we finished, we were still aware we were in a state park, and so got dressed quickly. Good thing, too; literally, the moment she had her top back on, someone was nearing the top of the trail.
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