[Alex6655321]

I am not entirely sure this is or was silly or unrealistic. I have written before about playing naked with a lover on remote trails, rivers and creeks and waterfalls. She loved being naked in nature and was fearless. We would leave everything but sandals and hike and explore remote waterways for*hours, sometimes from early morning til well after dark. She did not mind meeting people naked. Indeed, tho she found it difficult to discuss or admit to, it was clear she was an avid exhibitionist. Often when we were navigating around clothed hikers or boaters, she would suggest a reason to expose ourselves, to ask directions or the time or because she thought we could provide assistance to people who were struggling. Being out naked kept her in a state of constant arousal and we often ravaged each other in every way imaginable off and on throughout the day. Sometimes she would lean in and whisper that we had company and I would catch a glimpse of boaters coming ashore or hikers melting into the woods. If she was astride, she would rise up and lean backward to expose me sliding in and grind me harder and sometimes come with intense contractions with her eyes half closed and searching for her audience. If we were in the water and there were folk about and we had to make a landing or she just wanted to, she would swim in and rise from the water and stand with her pelvis forward and lean back a little and tilt her head back with her eyes closed and run both hands thru her hair to squeeze out the water. She was magnificent as the water streamed down her body and between her thighs and a torrent would flow from the taper of her bush and run down her inner thigh and I could not help but notice a fleshy bud peeking out through her auburn foliage. That was a sure sign that she was thoroughly aroused and having a fine time.*

But all that is background. One day we were swimming the upper part of a white water river. We seldom visited this section as there were occasionally children where*the water volume and*currents were less but It was early fall and still quite warm. School was in session and vacations over. It was a weekday and we had the place to ourselves so had seen hardly anyone over about 6 hours. It was late afternoon and we climbed out of the river onto a flat rock for a break. We were starting to think about leaving the water and hiking a trail that ran beside the river back up to where we had left our things after parking that morning. As we stood up on the rock, we heard whistles and cheers and when we looked down the river about 100 yards, there was a large group of 30 or 40 people, men and women. They were sitting on a series of ledges that ran across the river and seemed to be having a fine time. There were beverages*being passed about and people were jumping in and out of the water. They were all wearing bathing suits and waving and shouting at us to*join them. We were physically spent and needed to catch our breath, so we waved at them and sat down to discuss our next move. Katherine said we should go on down but that she needed to rest and warm in the sun for a few minutes. So we waved at them again eliciting another round of whistles and cheers and then we lay out on the rock to warm. It was not unusual if we were cold and tired, for us to doze for 15 or 20 minutes in the warmth of the sun and so we did. When we woke, our party's rafts were disappearing around the bend and we had missed an opportunity to make new friends and, perhaps snag a beer. Katherine said wistfully that she could really use a beer.*

Since then we have had regrets and fantasies about how the encounter would have unfolded. In meeting people, we had found that if they were comfortable enough to hang*out with*us and interact, they were often curious. They would ask if we were not embarrassed* or ashamed or scared to be caught out naked. We would explain that the difference in our nudity and their near nudity was not that large. That observation occasionally inspired some to try on some social nudity for themselves. Anyway, since the gathering had been inviting and enthusiastic that we join them, we have imagined their inquiries and our response. Our regret at missing this opportunity allowed Katherine to begin to discuss her inclinations. I asked*if missing out on a cold beer was her only regret and started suggesting scenarios. It was not long til*she was spinning her own to supplement and complement mine. Our fantasies have us having the usual discussion and then we would explain that not only were we not embarrassed, but that we actually enjoyed it. Katherine would face our hosts and I would draw their attention to her button in the bush and explain the significance while carefully parting her*fur and gently*stroking. I would explain that the main thing was that we enjoyed being naked in nature whether we had an audience or not, but that Katherine got an added thrill from exhibiting herself. My fetish was Katherine's arousal and pleasure. Nothing aroused me more than her arousal and the physical manifestations and her lust. At that point I might gently pull my finger across the opening of her vagina and draw out a silvery mucoid string. If she were standing, I might not need to as she had been known to spontaneously drip under the gaze of strangers. From there we have spun many fantasies. Of me fingering her to climax for her fans or tonguing her. Of a rousing copulation. Of masturbation and fellatio and cunnilingus. They have even included the possibility of extended participations.*

In the event, an orgy happened. When we saw our incipient friends had left, we took stock of the remains of the day and ourselves. Taking stock of ourselves and ginning up fantasies was a fine*place to start*and ended in joy. An audience was not necessary and that is not fantasy.*