Off The Grid

[mouthwatering]

"I'm pretty sure you'll like it," she said, grinning. The water roared through a narrow cleft, the granite worn smooth and round, before it poured off a ledge and into a deep pool with a sandy bottom. It would be an effort to get him there, but she felt sure it would be worth it.

She slid under his arm, letting him balance on her. "One bad hop and you're going to fall again," she said, but she let her hand rest on one of the hard cheeks of his ass and smiled to let him know she wasn't just being practical.

"You can try to look for your gear, but I wouldn't get your hopes up." There was just a hint of distaste in her voice when she spoke of his gear, all that synthetic, plastic, chemical stuff that people dragged with them when they claimed they wanted to experience nature. It seemed more like they wanted to defeat nature to her, but she knew that there were few enough people who wanted to see the world around them on any terms, never mind hers.

She helped him hobble down towards the stream, straining when his weight came down on her, but glad for the contact. When they finally reached the pool, she grinned. "Well, was it worth the trip?"

 

[ArcticAvenue]

"Whoa!" was all he said at first. The water falling over the granite was utterly beautiful. The pool was fairly clear, the depth deep, and the bottom soft. Someday, he may realize how extraordinary this would be for himto forget about this girl feeling him up, bit thats how cool it was. "How'd you find this?"

He stepped forward testing the water trying to make it in on his own power. "It's warm too." He took a few more tentative steps in and then just turned and submerged. Immediately, the water muddied with the dirt coming off of him, and he turned in it like a fish.

"I feel like I am caught in some story book, with magic ponds and princesses." He laughed feeling about as good as he has for a while.

He stopped and looked up at her. "Seriously, how'd you find this?"

 

[mouthwatering]

"By walking off the path," she said, smiling. She looked at the water and wanted to join him.

For a moment she hesitated to undress in front of him, but she reminded herself that they had already had sex in the cave. There were practical considerations of not wanted to soak the only clothes she had left, and of course, the only reason for modesty was some stupid notion of propriety that belonged to the society she rejected.

So she draped the skirt and top over a bush and waded out to join him in the water, wading out and then falling in and letting it envelop her. She floated on her back, looking up at the circle of clear sky above.

"So what brought you out this far, anyway?" she asked. "I thought they had all kinds of signs that the trail you were on was closed. Not that I'm complaining, just ... curious."

 

[ArcticAvenue]

He was shaking his hair out underneath the waterfall in responding to her. “Sheer fate,” Lou responded. “I took the Big Rock Trail to Kings Cross. The markings went bad, had to spend the night at a prohibited campground until the morning. Then I found myself on this hill. Before my GPS and maps started to fail me, I thought I maybe 2 miles from the ranger station. Maybe 13 miles to the entrance …”

His voice dropped off when he saw her in the pond. Sure, he was completely aware she was joining him, but seeing her swim on her back like that, her breasts rising above the water, and the sun kissing her flesh in the warm water, it made his head spin a little bit.

He swam over next to her and started to tread the water within arm’s reach. “You are real, aren’t you?” He almost sounded serious in his words, but a smile was wide on his face while he watched her. “I mean, if I am a betting man I would say you didn’t hike out here just to save me. It’s like this is your home. Like you are some wood fairy or a wood nymph. And you are prettier than any girl who usually gives me a the time of day. And no girl as pretty as you would have let me put my hands on them, let alone what we did ...”

The way he was swimming he was right behind her, treading water above her relaxed head. “At this point, I think its a 50 50 chance that I am dead, and you are whatever heaven someone said I was worth having. But if you are real … who are you … and why did I get so damn lucky you are indeed real?”