("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 - 6 by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net) *** The sixth and final story in a series about two young rangers who discover each other's sexuality in the Utah desert. In this episode, the Japanese ranger named Donna goes to an outdoor barbeque where she is fucked by two different men, caught by a voyeur while screwing one of them, and by the time she returns home has lost every stitch of clothing she had first worn to the party. (MF, rom, exh, voy, asian) *** A couple of weeks after a young Japanese American ranger named Donna had accompanied me on a float trip downriver towards Utah’s Lake Powell, the other person in our small rafting party, a ranger named Ellen, invited us to barbeque at her house, located near a village about forty miles distant from the government compound where Donna and I each lived in small cottages. I offered to drive Donna to the cookout in my jeep which she readily accepted. I had just removed the canvas top of this vehicle, and I thought it looked cool to drive around with wind blowing through my hair. We were running late, and I entered Donna’s cottage saying we needed to hurry up. She was standing in front of the bathroom sink applying some lipstick. For the occasion, she wore a tight fitting denim skirt that ended several inches above her knees, accentuating her smooth tanned legs. She also wore a gauzy white cotton tube top held up by a thin string tied in a bow at the back of her neck. Because of her petite sized breasts, Donna did not need to wear a bra. Recalling a prior evening when she had bent naked over that same sink and had literally begged me to screw her from behind, I pulled up the back of her miniskirt and cupped her panty clad buttocks with my hands. She giggled and reminded me that we were to be Ellen’s special guests, and implied that if events in bathroom went any further we would miss the outdoor party. As we drove down the highway, it was hard not to marvel at Donna’s exposed legs and long raven hair as it streamed behind her in the wind. I vowed that whatever food was being served at the barbeque, I would have this sexy girl for dessert. The party was well underway when we arrived at Ellen’s house. The road trip down the mesa from our housing compound had been hot and dusty, and Donna and I hurriedly downed a couple of beers and shared a joint that was being passed around. Being thin in stature, Donna developed quite a buzz and when we walked back to the jeep to retrieve some steaks to grill on the barbeque, we paused long enough to kiss and paw at one another until we were both panting. Unfortunately, the desert vegetation on either side of the driveway was only knee high and it offered no privacy. So we walked back to the gathering of party goers in a state of horny agitation. Later, when someone put on a county and western CD, Donna pulled me into a crowd of dancing people. The evening was still warm and along with everyone else we danced ourselves into a heavy sweat. Her thin tube top was moist and now clung tightly to every contour and feature of her upper torso. We paused for another beer, and began to talk with Sean, a guest of one of my fellow rangers who had just hopped off a plane from Ireland. Donna wanted to dance some more, but I declined and suggested that Donna find another partner. Sean immediately offered to dance with her. Since neither Sean nor Donna appeared adept at dancing to the selection of songs being played, they walked off a little distance and practiced to the music by themselves without stepping on feet of nearby dancers. I thought nothing of it and went back to drinking beer with my buddies and flirting with a couple of unattached female rangers. About thirty minutes later, Donna and Sean returned to the party. His face was flushed red and her nipples stuck out like rigid bullets from beneath a sweaty and now almost transparent shirt. In the dimming light of the evening sky, I could just make out the darker forms of two areola that contrasted against damp white cotton. Based on my own experiences with this girl, I knew that Donna was a quick turn on and needed little stimulation before succumbing to a relentless urge to fuck. Hell, we had almost done it ourselves out by the jeep while getting the steaks. It was clear that she and Sean had just had sex. I wondered how to react, but decided to ignore the obvious since we were not officially dating and had made an attempt to keep our own couplings a secret from fellow rangers. But I was concerned that Donna chose to avoid me for the remainder of the barbeque, and wondered if this was a turning point in our special friendship. Later, as we drove back towards ranger housing in moonlit darkness, I asked Donna if she had learned any new dance steps from Sean. She said yes but didn’t elaborate. So I asked her outright if she had indeed fucked the guy. After a long pause during which she thought about a response, she said yes and blamed it on the pot and alcohol. Donna said that things had started out innocently enough as she and Sean attempted a few stumbling dance steps in time with the music. But as knee contacted groin, first inadvertently and then intentionally, they had embraced in a lingering and passionate French kiss. Donna said Sean pushed her against the outside of a wooden barn, had bunched the miniskirt above her waist and pulled her cotton panties to the ground before fucking her. Donna said nothing about resisting Sean, which caused me to think that at the very least, she was a co-instigator. I was astounded that they had screwed within earshot from where my friends and I were sharing beers. Donna confessed that she had been aloof after returning to the party because she and Sean had been caught midway through this sex act by Ellen, the party’s host. Donna had no idea how long Ellen had been watching this illicit tryst, since her eyes had closed when Sean first entered her, and when she opened them Ellen was standing there staring. Donna said that with the intensity of her orgasm, she had again squeezed her eyes shut and after cumming, Ellen was gone. To make matters worse, Donna said that Sean had plucked the discarded panties out of her hands as she was attempting to slide back into them, and stuffed them into his pocket saying they would be a nice souvenir from America upon his return to Ireland. Donna had been afraid that Ellen would blab to other party guests about this illicit tryst or that Sean would waive around her lost panties like a victory flag. After all, she said things like this had occurred earlier in her life. Donna was quite upset, and I responded that Sean had been very circumspect upon returning to the party. None of the other guests knew about the stolen panties or that she had returned to the group wearing nothing beneath her short miniskirt. I also told her that Ellen appeared to be a secret voyeur and recounted the night two weeks earlier, when supposedly asleep no more than twenty feet away, she had instead watched the two of us make passionate and repeated love atop our sleeping bags on a riverside sandbar. Donna was startled at this revelation, saying that she thought we had been quiet and that Ellen had never awoken. This seemed wonderfully naive, since when being screwed, Donna was totally unaware of anything but her own rising ecstasy. I was certain that she could have fucked in the middle of a street, oblivious to passers by when in the prelude to orgasm. Rather than get pissed off, I found this girl’s explicit candor to be a tremendous turn-on and felt a familiar pressure begin to build in my groin. Before Donna had finished describing her quickie encounter with the Irishman, I took one hand off the steering wheel and tugged down the front of her tank top exposing her small breasts to the cooling nighttime desert air flowing by the jeep. Her nipples hardened at this sudden and unexpected chill and Donna snuggled close to me for warmth, closing her eyes in what I correctly assumed to be the first stage of bliss. I united the string that held up this flimsy cotton garment and attempted to pull it off over the top of her head. It became tangled in her streaming hair and in my clumsy attempt to remove it, the fabric caught the wind and sailed away into darkness behind the fast moving jeep. Now topless, Donna snuggled even tighter against me. Sliding my hand up her thigh beneath the miniskirt, I concluded that the Irishman had indeed collected Donna’s panties as a souvenir. Oh, my God, she was wet! Between her slick labia, my fingers wandered unencumbered and slipped into a place that was snug, warm and moist. As we continued to zip down the highway, Donna slowly slid her head down to my crotch, unbuttoned my jeans and released my raging hard-on into the starry night. I felt her warm breath on my cock just before I felt something warm and moist. Her tongue was caressing the head of my penis. Her hand gently grasped the shaft of my cock, and then her mouth completely enveloped the head of my cock. I nearly died – quite literally! Incapable of driving any distance in this fashion without wrapping the jeep around a tree trunk, I quickly needed to find a place to pull off where we could fuck with proper safety in mind. Up the road was a small deserted work area where the state highway department stored its vehicles and I pulled in there, parking the jeep out of sight behind a large pile of sand. Because the steering wheel was in the way, I slid over onto the passenger seat, where immediately Donna straddled me and still wearing her skirt, arithmetically rocked back and forth in my lap while I gobbled lustfully on her elongated nipples. I wanted desperately to fuck this girl, and pulled her denim skirt above her thin torso, which she then obligingly slipped from her arms and threw off into the darkness. She was now naked and my pants were down around my ankles. We resumed lovemaking with Donna writhing on the front seat of the jeep, her motions timed perfectly to the in and out motions of my penis which was jammed up to the hilt in her dripping wet vagina. We climaxed nearly at the same moment, my jizz shooting deep inside her with an intensity I didn’t think possible. Gasping for breath as out racing hearts slowed, we listened to distant coyotes yipping at the waning moon. Afterwards, looking around the jeep in near darkness, it became apparent that the last piece of Donna’s diminishing collection of clothing had disappeared. We eventually gave up the search, although the following day I did return to find the miniskirt lying in a heap half way up the highway department’s pile of sand. So Donna rode the twenty miles remaining in the trip completely in the buff. Since it was dark, the few vehicles we encountered coming the other way on that road remained oblivious to this naked Asian girl who was pressed tight against me for some warmth. When we reached the ranger housing compound, Donna dashed the fifty yards of deserted trail from the parking lot to her cottage in the nude, hoping that she wouldn’t be seen by any colleagues along the way. Within the previous four hours, she had been fucked by two different men, been caught by a voyeur while screwing one of them, and had proceeded to lose every stitch of clothing she had first worn to the party. The End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 32