("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Desert Passion - 2 by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net) *** The second installment in a series about two young rangers in the Utah desert. This story focuses on a raft trip, and a passionate sexual encounter that begins reluctantly at a secret spring fed canyon pool. (MF, rom, reluc) *** Our raft trip down the river towards Lake Powell began the day after Donna and I had delivered a boat trailer to a canyon takeout point where we had discovered a mutual carnal lust. A river ranger named Ellen had the task of rowing the raft while Donna and I visited eroding Indian ruins, taking notes and drawing maps. Ellen also had the job of stopping other rafting parties to make sure they had proper permits and life preservers. I was new to this river stuff, and no one had warned me that on many of these private rafts, clothing was optional. Ellen explained that Utah was a conservative place, and nudity along the river although common was intentionally not talked about. Since we were on government business, it was not appropriate for us to completely undress. However, as soon as we had floated away from civilization, off went most of Ellen’s uniform, although she did continue to wear a ranger’s hat to identify herself as a public servant. She wore a small bikini, and proceeded to liberally oil her exposed skin with suntan lotion. Donna stripped down to an equally small bikini and I removed my uniform shirt, keeping on a pair of running shorts. I opted for sunscreen which Donna rubbed onto my back. Before long, we overtook another raft on which everyone was naked. Ellen checked their permits and discussed some upcoming rapids. I pretended to write in my notebook while eyeballing the entire situation from behind dark sun glasses. With the exception of our small raft party, everyone else we encountered on the river that day was naked. It was beyond me how anyone could not get turned on by the scenery. The day became very hot and we pulled off the river at the mouth of a narrow canyon. Ellen said there was a spring fed pool a short distance up this canyon that she had discovered on a previous trip. She pulled off her bikini and persuaded us to remove our suits as well, saying that we would not be seen. The pool was crystal clear and the three of us savored its coolness for nearly an hour. Ellen then said she had to return to the raft, but that Donna and I didn’t have to return immediately, and could enjoy the water for a few more minutes. As soon as Ellen disappeared down the trail, I stroked my flaccid penis into a rigid state of attention while slowly walking towards Donna, who dangled her feet off the side of a rock ledge into the pool of water. I couldn’t help myself. She looked so beautiful sitting there naked with her long raven hair. Donna was once again aloof, saying that we had only a few minutes and she didn’t want to start anything and risk getting caught by Ellen or anyone else who could come back up the trail from the river. I reluctantly agreed, but asked if I could at least kiss each of her nipples before our short hike. This she did agree to thinking it would hasten our departure from the canyon pool. But she permitted my kisses to become a prolonged caress, and as had happened the day before, Donna’s nipples became erect bullet points as I greedily sucked one and then the other. She flinched, let out a small moan, and again said we should stop. However, I had other thoughts, and climbed out of the pool and again stroked my stiffened cock while rubbing its tip across the front of her chest which was still somewhat greasy from suntan lotion. Her resistance gave way, and she grabbed my penis and pushed its tip against her elongating nipples which had become beat red as they filled with blood. They were clearly her most sensitive erogenous zone, and I had discovered that paying them even the briefest of attention would quickly break down this girl’s inhibitions. I would take advantage of this as a prelude to many other quickie encounters throughout the summer in Utah’s southern deserts and canyons. I reached my free hand towards her clitoris, but discovered she had beat me to it, and had begun to rub its nub with her other hand. I kept probing and shortly my index finger was slipping in and out of Donna’s vaginal canal while she continued to masturbate herself to orgasm. Telling me that we had to be quick, she climbed off her bedrock perch, stepped into the water of the small desert pool, and turned her back to me while bending forward atop the rock. It was obvious she wanted to get fucked from behind. Donna was already wet from being fingered and my penis slid straight up her cunt to its hilt on the first stroke. While banging her, I reached around and tugged at taut nipples, which provoked a series of gasping mini orgasms. This girl was an intense fuck, and actually bit her arm in order to not cry out too loudly and draw the attention of Ellen, who was after all only a short distance away. Seconds before my own orgasm, I pulled my penis away and shot streams of sperm that left thick sticky trails on Donna’s naked back reaching from her buttocks to shoulder blades. The whole incident could not have taken more than fifteen minutes from start to finish. Having been reasonably quiet in our lovemaking, and arriving back at the raft right on time, Donna and I naively thought we had kept our tryst a secret. But it would have been hard for Ellen not to miss the redness of my not quite flaccid penis as I stepped back into running shorts, or Donna’s flushed neck and still engorged nipples, which immodestly protruded behind the thin fabric of her bikini top. Continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 32