Loading...I took another reading off the compass Velcroed on the thwart in front of me, and changed sides on the paddle. My arms were feeling a little tired. I’d been paddling for almost an hour and the shore was coming up slowly. I veered a little to the side to round a point and hit the cove I was paddling for. The canoe hissed softly in the wonderfully blue water of the White Partridge Lake. I was far up in the Canadian Province of Ontario in Algonquin Provincial Park
The sun was getting pretty far down and I wanted to set up camp before it got anywhere close to dark. I was hungry too. I rounded the bend that contained the cove I sought and froze.
On the shore not a hundred feet from me was a totally unexpected, and delightful sight. A tall lovely woman stood nude, her back to me. She was bathing unashamedly in the clear cold water and her nude body was wet and gleaming.
She stood near several large rocks and the thought of a Siren filled my mind. Sailors of old told of beautiful women, whose beauty, and enticing songs lured them onto the rocks. She stood tall and lovely, her hands moving over her body as she washed herself.
I couldn’t see anything but her back. She had nice buttocks and long shapely legs. Droplets of water sparkled on her skin. Her hair was short and the low red sun glinted on her wet reddish hair and turned her skin a coppery color. If she had stood still I could have mistaken her for a lovely bronze statue. She didn’t see me as I was behind her. I stroked, slowly and silently, taking in the sight of her lovely body, reddish-gold against the pristine wilderness.
We were miles from any cabin or town, two women far from civilization. I stroked again and bushes came between us, and I spotted a sandy beach with a clearing behind it that would be prefect for camping. The canoe grounded with a small crunch and I drove it harder into shore with my paddle. I stepped over the side, pulled it up further, then tied it off on a small tree. Here storms can come up quickly, and take a canoe away in a minute. I stretched and got the kinks out of my backs and legs.
I thought of the lovely woman was in my mind, and wondered if she would like any company. I sure would! I hadn’t seen another person in a week and was getting lonely. Wouldn’t hurt to ask. If truth was known, I was horny, and the sight of another woman here, Goddess like, naked, had gotten my clit hard.
I am bisexual, if you want to put a name to me. I’m married and have a wonderful husband. He doesn’t care for camping, and I take my time off sometimes to go in a wilderness area and just unwind. This was my first trip so far north. The hiking, canoeing, and outdoor exercise keeps me trim and fit. I’m 5’ 10”; slender and told I’m more than passably pretty.
I turned and started toward the point where I had seen the woman. I smelled smoke and the delicious odor of something cooking. I saw a colorful tent though the trees and called out. “Hello the camp!” This may sound a little foolish, but it’s just good sense, and common courtesy, not to startle, or intrude on a camper unannounced. It could be embarrassing for them, or you!
I heard a cheery “Hello, come on over.” I stepped through the bushes and found a lovely woman looking at me. She had on multi-pocketed britches and a shirt buttoned part way up. She was barefoot and sitting on a log, with a towel was wrapped around her neck She was still buttoning her shirt up. That made me glad I had called out.
Her face lit up when she saw me, and recognized me as another woman. I took her to be in her mid 50’s, short red hair, tall, just a little taller then I am, and with as far as I could see, a nice athletic body. I remembered her shapely ass from earlier.
Her face was a beautiful oval and quite lovely. I smiled, she looked like the kind of person who you immediately saw, and wanted to know better. I’m sure you have met someone like that. An instant recognition of a fellow human you know to be a nice person.
“Well, where did you pop up from? I thought I was the only person for fifty miles or so.” She said in lovely melodic voice as she toweled her hair dry. .
“I slipped in behind you. You were bathing on the point when I came into the cove. I didn’t want to startle you. No, that’s not quite true, I didn’t dare to disturb you. You were a picture of loveliness there, naked against the pristine wilderness. I just kept paddling, and am no more than 20 yards from here. I hope I’m not intruding. I haven’t seen another soul in a week, and frankly I’m starved for conversation. By the way, I’m Tina.”
“ Well ‘hi’ Tina, I’m Jane. I’m glad you came over. I’m starved for someone to talk to also. Would you like to set your camp up here? I’m sure we can find something to talk about.” She laughed delightfully. “I’m about to have something to eat. My fire is hot and you are perfectly welcome to camp here with me if you’d like. Don’t feel like you have to though. I know the feeling of wanting to be alone for a few days.” Jane said, gracefully letting me off the hook, if I really didn’t want to camp with her. I liked that thoughtful gesture.
“Well Jane, and you certainly aren’t ‘Plain Jane’, I ‘d love to camp here alongside you. Let me get my canoe and I’ll be right back. “ I said my heart pounding a little faster. The erotic image of her naked beauty was burned in my mind. I declined an offer of help and almost skipped back to my canoe.
Short minutes later the two of were talking like old friends as my canoe was beached upside down alongside hers, and I had my freeze-dried dinner cooking over her fire. She was already eating hers, so as not go let it get cold – my suggestion. She had a pot of tea ready and I sipped the wonderful flavor as we talked.
I found that she was a schoolteacher, and had come up here to get away from her family and kids after school closed. She usually spent two, sometimes three weeks paddling in the remote areas of Canada. She had left the top three buttons of her shirt open and I caught glimpses of her breasts from time to time, enough to whet my appetite. I wondered if she liked women too. She had lovely green eyes that seemed to sparkle as we talked, and she got a little excited.
I was impressed with the lady, and also her clothes, canoe, and camping equipment. All were quality, top of the line, and obviously well used and maintained. We both had Old Towne canoes, which are some of the best made, and are used by experienced canoeists.
My diner finally cooked, I sat and ate beef stroganoff, and all the trimmings. It is wonderful what the freeze-dried industry can come up with that is so easy to fix, and so wonderful tasting. Her tea had a wonderful flavor and I complemented her on it. She loved tea and had her own blend she used.
This warm wonderful lady enchanted me, and we seemed more like old friends as we talked and joked. We cleaned our plates and took them down to the lake and washed them together. The sun was all most down when she helped me quickly set up my tent. The modern tents are a snap to set up, but a second pair of hands always helps. I had no intention of sleeping inside, but stored any equipment inside, any that a sudden rain might get wet.
The sun set, leaving a stunning sight that had me running to get my camera out. I persuaded Jane to sit beside the water and took pictures of her with the gorgeous sunset behind her. I set it up on a tripod, set the self-timer and quickly got on the other side of the framed setting, to get into the picture too, two bookends framing a gorgeous Canadian sunset. We watched and talked quietly; the setting overwhelmed both of us, it seemed. Quiet voices seemed very appropriate in this setting. We heard the cry of a loon far across the water.
After dark, by a cheery fire, we talked for a while each telling of our lives, and what we did, or hoped to do. She was fascinated that I was a Nurse Practitioner, and the type of medicine I practiced.
I kept looking at her, seeing her naked body painted red-gold by the sunset, close to the rocks. A modern Siren – a haunting vision of loveliness and beauty.
“You seem lost in thought. Would you care to share it with me?” She finally asked softly, brow furrowed.
I laughed. “When I came up behind you, the sun was low and red. Your body was like a bronze statue standing beside the rocks. Thoughts of Sirens of ancient times who lured hapless sailors to their deaths crossed my mind. If you had been singing, the effect would have been perfect.
She threw back her head and laughed, long, deep, and mirthfully. “Tina, if I had sung, the loons and fish would have rushed madly to the other side of the lake. Thank you for comparing me to a Siren though. No one has ever made that lovely analogy about me.” She looked deep in my eyes, a lovely smile on her face.
As we sat, the fire was lovely to watch and the stars came out by the thousands. She and I propped back and watched them, seeing a meteor streaking across the sky at long intervals. Suddenly the sky lightened in the north, and as we watched the aurora borealis put on one of the most spectacular displays I had seen in years.
We moved our positions to sit side by side, our backs against a fallen log. We were sitting close and I felt her arm against mine. The night became cool and I felt her shiver. Without thinking I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close and cuddled her to me. It was non sexual. Just a girl thing to do. My other arm went over and pulled her to me as we watched the splendor of the spectacular aerial display. Curtains of light hung from the heavens, shifting in color and shape. We were both awed by the display, here miles from any city lights to spoil their brilliance and subtleties.
One spectacular color change gave us both a long low ohhhh in response. Jane turned her head toward me and I glanced over at her face. I could just barely make out her face in the extremely dim light. I could see the whites of her lovely eyes looking at me. The kiss was consensual and almost at the same time, we leaned toward the other, and our lips met. Her lips were so soft and sweet. I sighed, and I heard her low moan as we kissed.
The setting was so intimate, miles from another person, in the middle of a splendid aurora borealis show. Our lips pressed and slid together softly till I slid my tongue out just a little to slowly lick against her lips. Her hands went to my face and pressed my face a little harder against hers. My hand dropped down and I instinctively sought and found her breast, small and wonderfully firm. I cupped it and we both sighed. I couldn’t resist and unbuttoned one more button and slid my hand inside to find the soft warm mound. Her nipple was hard and erect from the cold, and I ran my fingers over it again and again, while I fondled her sweet breast.
Her tongue became bolder and played with mine. She seemed uncertain what to do. I guessed that she had not had a lot of experience with another woman. I let my tongue stroke hers lightly, probing gently. Slowly she began to become bolder and her lips became insistent. She covered my hand through the shirt with hers and pressed it against her body encouraging me.
Our breathing became faster, and I could feel her body tremble – the cold or passion, I didn’t know. We kept kissing and I stroked her sweet breast pulling and rolling her nipple gently between my fingers, making it harder and longer. I could feel her heart racing.
I pulled back a little and hugged her. “Would you like to share a sleeping bag?”
“Oh, God, yes, I’d love to.” She said kissing me fiercely.
We got up and stoked the fire up so we could see each other. The night wasn’t cold, but a little too cool to just lie naked under the stars. We got our bags and to our delight found they were compatible, and zipped together to form one large double bag.
In the wilderness, the quiet sounds of the insects chirping, a distant owl, and we slowly undressed each other. The fire gave us enough light to see each other with our night-adapted vision. She had a beautify body, athletic, and a flat stomach. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly and her breasts were small, high, firm and very lovely. I told her I knew women 30 years her junior who would kill to have high, firm breasts like hers. Her nipples were erect from the cold and stood out begging for lips to suck on them. She looked over my body and obviously liked what she saw. She ran her hand over my softly rounded stomach then lower to cup my prominent pussy mound. I shivered at her touch, so soft and gentle.
“I have never seen another adult woman who keeps her mound clean-shaven. I really like the look. So very sexy and neat looking!” She murmured against my mouth. “And so smooth too.”
“Is this your first time with another woman?” I chuckled kissing her sweet lips back and stroking her wonderfully soft back.
“Is it that evident? Yes, my first time with a woman. Years ago when I was very young, a friend and I experimented together. I have always been curious. This is making me so very hot and wet. I can’t remember ever being this excited. What do I do?” She asked her eyes glowing in the firelight suddenly.
“It is the easiest thing in the world. You are a woman. Thank God!” I laughed. “A very sexy woman. Just think of how you yourself want to be made love to. How you want to be kissed, caressed. It is really that simple.”
We kissed, hips pressing, pussy mounds seeking each other. My mound is prominent, hers not quite so. We pushed against each other while we kissed. We rubbed our breasts against each other. Nipples hardened by the cool night air, and by passion, made dents in soft flesh. Our kisses became more passionate. Jane was a very adept kisser and our tongues flicked and probed. It was not long before we were both breathing hard and my pussy was very wet, and wanted more intimate feminine attention to it.
I pulled back and we lay back on the sleeping bags, Jane moved with me and we wiggled between the warm confines of the bags. I pulled the top over us. It felt so nice. We snuggled together and began kissing again. I reached down and pulled her against me, slipping my thigh between hers. Our pussies pressed against each other’s thighs as we kissed and built our passions up again.
“Lie still and let me make love to you.” I whispered against Jane’s lips. She kissed me and let her arms slide off of my back.
Slowly I kissed her cheeks, eyelids, neck, and ears. I absolutely love making love to another women, and knowing she had never been with another woman was a plus in my book. I always try to make my lovemaking unique and satisfying, and when I make love to a woman who has never been with another one, I go very slowly, and try to give them exquisite pleasure that they will always remember.
A first time with a woman is a rare, and very wonderful time. I wanted her to always remember the woman who had initiated her to the joys of Sapphitic love. I moved down to her small firm breasts. I laved them with my tongue and sucked the hard nipples to longer cones. I took as much of her breast in my hot mouth as I could, stroked and kneaded the twin cones till they were fuller, and swollen with passion. She moaned her approval and her fingers played through my hair sensuously.
I moved a little, got between her thighs, and wiggled downward. I had to turn a little as the sleeping bags limited my movements. It was dark and my hands and lips found their own way along her taut belly and firm thighs. She was in splendid shape. I kissed her belly and stroked it, working downward. Her hips began to rock upward toward my head. I teased her, running my hands close to her pussy, but not touching it. I must have spent thirty minutes moving slowly down her superb body till I had her almost panting with desire.
I ran my hand over her soft furred mound, stroking the soft hairs there. She was moaning, her voice muffled by the bag that covered me. I nuzzled her pussy mound and cupped her mound with my hand. She cried out as I slid a finger along her wet slit. I could smell her sweet hot passion so close to me. I slid my tongue out and slowly traced her pussy furrow from top to bottom gently. She cried out as I reached the bottom and found her wet opening, and slid my tongue inside her, the first woman’s tongue to ever slip between the soft, deliciously wet folds.
I wished for light, as I love to look at the folds and whirls of a woman’s pussy while I make love to her. That would have to wait till daylight. I let my tongue slid as deeply as I could inside her, and my lips covered her wet opening. She had long ago spread her thighs wide for me. My fingers found her inner lips and pulled them wide apart. I sucked and tasted her sweet nectar.
Every woman has a unique taste and smell to her. I sipped her like I was tasting the world’s finest wine. Delicious, and salty-sweet, her nectar flowed over my taste buds, while the bouquet of her odor tickled my sensory receptors, and the two seemed to flow to my clit and make it swell still more. It was the clean, healthy odor of a woman’s excited sex. In the enclosed sleeping bag it was intensified, and acted as an aphrodisiac to me. I couldn’t seem to help myself and as I licked and sucked her hot pussy, I slid a finger down to my own sex and began to stroke my hard clit.
My other hand moved to her pussy and I rolled her firm clit in little circles as I licked and sucked her sweet wet flesh. I heard her moan, and her fingers slid through my hair sensuously, and it felt so good. I love making love to a woman, and as this was her first time I lapped and sucked her gently, building her passion up slowly. She was excited by my being the first to make love to her, and our passions seemed to feed off of each other.
I slipped my finger down to her wet slit frequently to keep it wet, as I stroked and rolled her firm clit. She began to sob and cry out. I wondered how far her cries of passion would carry over the water. I redoubled my efforts wanting the whole lake to resound with the cries of her first time with another woman. She didn’t disappoint me, and as she climaxed, her screams of passion floated over the lake lit only by starlight and the still glowing aurora borealis above, unseen now by us.
My fingers played over my clit and as she came, I came a moment later moaning out against her hot flesh, and mashing and rubbing my face against her sweet wet open flesh. Her climax seemed to go on and on. My climax was very intense and over quickly, and I put all my efforts into bring her to another climax. She came again and again, and her pussy juices seemed to flow into my mouth. I delighted in them, sucking and licking her sweet delicious flesh. Finally she cried out for me to stop, and her hands franticly pushed against my head to stop me.
I stopped and then slowly licked her wet opening softly, carefully avoiding her sensitive clit. When her body rhythm returned close to normal, I moved up beside her and pulled her into my arms and held her, kissing her cheek softly. She turned, and returned my kisses. I knew my face was still slick with her pussy juices, but this didn’t slow her from kissing me. Some women avoid this. Jane certainly didn’t and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
“Oh, God, I though I would explode. I can’t remember ever having such wonderful intense climaxes as I just had. Thank you Tina, you are such a wonderful lover. I had thought about it, and wondered how it would be. It was so much better than I had ever dreamed it would be. And look, the Aurora is still so beautiful.” She said looking up.
Curtains of light flowed and shimmered as we watched. In the intense quiet of the wilderness we could hear the faint buzzing sound sometimes heard with the phenomenon. We were spell bound holding each other, looking up. We lay close, warm and cozy under the sleeping bags, naked bodies pressed together. Both of us were tired from the long day and the intense lovemaking, and drifted off to sleep without ever realizing it.
I awoke to feel Jane’s body against mine, I was pressed against her back spoon fashioned, my arm on her hip. My nose was buried in her hair and it smelled clean and of the faint odor of her shampoo. I moved my hand upward and cupped her small firm breast. It felt delicious against my hand. She stirred and her head came up. Her hand covered mine and stroked it.
“Then it wasn’t a dream?” She said turning in my arms. She kissed my lips. “ I thought for a moment I had dreamed it. You made love to me last night with the Aurora above us. God, that was fantastic. I never dreamed it could be so good with a woman. Thank you, Tina, you are a wonderful lover.”
She kissed me and her tongue came out. She giggled, her face turned a little red, “I can taste myself on you face. I never thought I would actually do this. I am so glad I did. You made love to me, but I didn’t return the favor. I’m sorry; we must have gone to sleep soon after. Would you like for me to make love to you now? I’ll try!” She said kissing me softly, her hand moving to find my breast.
“Thank you, not right now. I’m starved! I brought myself off at the same time you climaxed. It was so exciting, making love to you for the first time, and it got me really hot, and I just had to cum with you. I’ll take a rain check on it though!” I said kissing her then sitting up. “Wheee, it’s still a little cold. Lets get dressed and make breakfast!”
We got out of the bags and stood looking at each other for several moments, enjoying the look of the other’s body, till goose bumps popped up on us both, and we laughed like school girls and grabbed our clothes.
Half an hour later, we had the fire hot, and our breakfast cooking. We combined our supplies and had huge pancakes, with real maple syrup, bacon, hot coffee, and heaps of scrambled eggs. The cool air was invigorating and our appetites enormous. Canoeing for long stretches burns a lot of calories and we certainly did justice to the food we cooked. There was not a scrap of food left.
“Have you been here before?” Jane asked as we washed the dishes in the lake using biodegradable soap. I shook my head. “Good, then I have a surprise for you. Lets go for a short hike. I think you’ll love this. It’s my favorite place, and the main reason I came to this point.
We finished our dishes, put everything away and put our food into a bag and raised it by a rope high in the air to keep bears from getting to it. We had packed a lunch, and we took our small daypacks. Jane asked me to include a towel in the pack. Finally we set off with Jane in the lead. I admired her cute ass as we strolled along. She seemed to know the way, and set an easy pace through the trees following a natural game trail.
The sun rose higher and the temperature climbed to a pleasant temperature in the low eighties I guessed. We took off our jackets and slipped them inside our packs. We talked quietly, and laughed together as we moved along the beautiful trail. We saw several deer and once a bear far across an open area. The terrain was rocky and we had to pick our way carefully in places.
We walked for almost a half hour and came along a small stream. We stopped and rested and Jane asked me to feel the water. It was lukewarm. It should have been cold here. I looked at her with a questioning glance, but she just smiled and told me to wait. We walked on and I smelled the faint odor of sulphur.
We came around a bend and there was a large pool of water. A small waterfall ran into it. The smell of sulphur was a little stronger here, but not objectionable. A light breeze came up and the smell was suddenly gone.
“Feel like a soak in the hot tub?” Jane asked unbuttoning her blouse. I nodded and followed suit. She shed her clothes and stood lovely in the wilderness. I had brought my camera and had her pose for me for several photos. The scenery and water were spectacular. She was a lovely water nymph beside the pool. She insisted I let her shoot several photos of myself. We laid the camera aside and she held out her hand to me. We waded into the pool. The bottom was coarse sand and the water was warm, but not hot. It felt so wonderful. Jane led off and swam across the pool that was probably 40 feet wide. As we moved across it the water became warmer and warmer. She stopped and the bottom was about four feet deep.
“Move slowly toward this edge. Slowly!” She cautioned. I waded along the sand bottom slowly. The water became hotter as I neared a deep blue hole. I could see the water rising and forming a slight bulge in the surface, a natural hot spring.
“Isn’t it wonderful. The spring is hot, but here, the water is diluted by the running water and you can move closer or further back to get the temperature you want.” Jane said moving close to me. I pulled her against me and our bodies pressed together in the warm water. It felt so wonderful to have her slick wet body against mine. We kissed softly, hugging, our hips thrusting together, pussy mounds pressing together.
Water has always been so sensuous to me. I love the feel of another wet body against me, and Jane’s lithe, lean body pressed against mine. I reached down and caught her taut butt and pulled my body harder against hers.
“You making love to me last night was the most wonderful thing. It was so erotic. I didn’t get a chance to make love to you then. Would you let me do that here?” She asked pulling her head back slightly, but keeping her hips pressed against mine.
“Sweet Lady, I’d love for you to. Let me try something for just a minute. Let me go – I promise not to go far! “ I laughed. She released me and I laid my head back and kicked off the bottom. I have always been an excellent swimmer and floated back. I spread my thighs wide and sculled with my hands so that I pushed my spread hips toward her body.
Jane laughed delightfully, and put her hands under my hips and lifted me up slightly. I lay back, my face out of the water. It felt like we were in a huge hot tub. She moved her face to my pussy and kissed my wet open lips softly.
“I have never done this before.” She said softly. Her voice sounded far off and strange with my ears under the water.
I laughed. “Just think how you like your pussy made love to, then do it to me.” My own voice sounding strange too.
“I’ll certainly try!” Came the far off voice. With my ears under water, I could hear the ripple and crackle of the waterfall not too far from us. Sound travels better and faster underwater, and the sounds were so strangely wonderful to me as I lay floating in the warm water.
I gasped as Jane’s lips kissed my spread pussy. She lifted my hips slightly to bring them closer to the surface, and be able to breathe too. She kissed my bare mound over and over. I knew the slick flesh felt good to her lips. Water seems to make the skin more sensuous to me. Her lips moved down slightly and kissed my pussy flesh. God it felt so wonderful. The water surrounding me seemed to make it all the more sensuous and erotic. I wished there were some way for us to get into a 69 here in the water, but knew that was not possible. Floating in space in a 69 would be the ultimate sexual experience, I though fleetingly. I wondered if any of the women in space had tried it together.
My moan sounded so strange in the water as she slid her tongue along my pussy, opening my lips wider. Her tongue ran up and down my pussy from bottom to top, over and over. She lapped at my very erect clit, catching the sensitive underside and sending a wonderful thrill through my body. I moaned as her tongue slid over my swollen clit. It may have been her first time with a woman but she knew what she liked, and was doing it to me!
I felt her fingers move carefully to find my pussy and slide inside me. It felt so wonderful to have her fingers slip deep inside my spread pussy. I guessed she had two inside me. She moved her tongue against my clit, laving it, and flicking it from side to side. Her fingers slid along my pussy walls exploring and I arched my back a little almost putting my head underwater. God it felt so good! Jane was making a very good first time lover. I would have to thank her properly.
I slid my hands up a little and caught my breasts and squeezed them, pulling on my erect nipples. My body floated in the warm sensuous water, and Jane’s lovemaking was bringing me close to a climax. Her fingers slid out of me, hesitated a moment, then slip back inside filling me more. I guessed she had added another finger. Her lips closed around my clit sucking it, pulling at it deliciously.
She drove her fingers deeply inside me, and with the warm water surrounding me, her fingers, and her lips made my body explode. I screamed my ecstasy out, and my body shook with the climax that roared through my body. Somehow I kept my head up and my hands caught her arms and I held on as her lovemaking sent me into a wonderful spasm of ecstasy. She kept sucking and driving her fingers inside me till I climaxed again. I threshed around and somehow got my head back and got water in my mouth. I buckled, dropped my legs, and came up sputtering, moaning, and laughing all at the same time.
She held on to me and kept me upright. She laughed delightfully as I finally got my breath back. “That is the strangest reaction I have ever heard, or seen to a climax.”
We stood in the wonderfully warm water holding on to each other and laughing at the thought of my cries of ecstasy, sputtering – as I climaxed, and managed to swallow some of the water. I quickly recovered and we stood holding each other. I could tell that my climaxes and her lovemaking to me had excited her. I pulled her to me and caressed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her nipples felt hard against mine and I lifted her slightly and her thighs moved around my hips. I fondled her breasts and shifted her slightly to slip my hand down between our bodies. She moved her hips slightly giving my hand more room. I cupped her sex and slid a finger up inside her hot sex.
She moaned into my mouth as I began to finger fuck her slowly. I could not get her positioned right and told her to turn loose.
“I can’t float like you did. I am not that good of a swimmer.” She protested.
“Trust me. I won’t let you drown. Lie back.” I said.
She pushed off the bottom and I put my arm under her shoulders supporting her. We kissed and I slid my hand down her lovely taut body cupping her pussy again. I rubbed her slit, and slid a finger back along it. She let her thighs spread and I stroked her clit, finding it taut and firm. She kissed me and her tongue was so wonderful inside my mouth.
I stroked her clit, rubbing it in small circles. I slid one finger then two up inside her tight pussy and moved my thumb to slide over her clit as I slid them up inside her. Her pussy slowly stretched, and my fingers slid as far as I could inside her. I turned my hand slightly and pressed up against her pubic mound from the inside.
She gave a grunt of approval as my fingers found the small firm pad of her g-spot and I began to stroke and roll it. At the same time I moved my thumb so it rode against her clit with every movement of my hand. She began to whimper and threw her head back, eyes closed.
“Ohh, yes, right there. There! God, it feels like I have to pee, but it feels fantastic, and your finger on my clit. I am so close. Oh God, Tina, yes, yes. Ohhhh,” she cried out as her body went rigid. I intensified my movement inside her, and over her clit, and her face became a distorted mask of ecstasy as she climaxed. Her fingernails bit into my back as I watched her cum in my arms.
I loved watching her, and kissed her open mouth and speared my tongue inside her mouth. She seemed to go from one climax to another almost without stopping. I think she had at least four climaxes, but it was hard to tell they came so close together, and were so violent. Finally she cried out for me to stop. I slid my fingers out of her pussy and brought my hand up to stroke her face till she calmed down.
“Ohh, that was the most fabulous climax I have ever had. Is it always this good between two women?” She asked, her eyes finally coming into focus. I kissed her gently and let her body swing till she was standing on the bottom. We hugged and kissed for a very long time.
“Not always this good.” I laughed. “Sometimes it can be even better.” She just shook her head.
We explored the pool for a while, moving closer and further away from the spring, testing the water, then finally swam over to the shore. We got a couple of towels out of the packs and spread them. We lay down on them drying off in the warm sun.
Finally we got the lunch we had packed, and naked as the day we had come into the world, sat side by side eating and drinking. We had brought a wonderful bottle of wine wrapped in a towel to keep it cold. It was still chilled from soaking it in the lake at the campsite. The warm sun and a gentle breeze made it all so wonderful. We kissed gently often, and Jane shook her head from time to time.
“I can’t believe I have done this. I had only thought fleetingly about what it must be like to make love to another woman. I guess every woman wonders about it at one time or another. I never in my wildest dreams though I would do it. God, and enjoy it so much, too! That had to be the best climax of my life. You say it can be better? How?” She asked tilting her lovely head to the side and laughing. Her still wet red hair glistened in the sunlight.
I laughed with her. “Ever try a 69?”
“Of course, lots of times with my husband.” She stopped. “Yes! Ohh, yes! I can see where it would be so wonderful with another woman. Two women together, making love at the same time. I have seen it in a couple of porn movies, and it always got me excited. My husband even commented on it. I just never really though, that I might do it.” She looked at me, her eyes running down to my slightly spread thighs. “Do you think we could try it?”
“I thought you’d never ask me. Let’s lie here and rest a minute and let our food settle before we indulge!” I said taking another sip of the wonderful wine and passing the bottle to her. We lay back and cuddled. I held her against me and we just listened to the wonderful quiet of the wilderness, the background noises of the water, and the occasional song of a bird.
The sun warmed us, and I almost fell asleep beside my new and very lovely lover. I felt her hand move over me exploring. I moaned my soft approval while her hands and fingers slid slowly over me. She kissed my nipples and sucked on them softly. Her tongue licked my breasts while she caressed them. I just lay back and just enjoyed letting her explore my body at her own pace.
She kissed her way down my body, licking my flesh. When she got to my pussy, I spread my thighs giving her room to do whatever she wished. Her fingers spread my pussy lips and I felt them pull my lips wide.
“Ohh, God, your pussy is so beautiful. I never realized that a woman’s sex could be so lovely. So pink and wet. I like this.” She cooed as I felt her fingers trace across my open flesh.
“You can’t have all the fun. I couldn’t see your sweet pussy last night in the sleeping bag. I wished it had been light. Turn around and let me see you too.” I said pulling at her thighs. She laughed and turned around. We lay side by side, spread our thighs and lay our heads on the soft flesh.
We lay together and I parted her lovely pussy. She had trimmed her bush close at the top and shaved it at the bottom. I love a bare pussy, but hers was very sexy. Her inner lips were just barely visible, and I slid my finger along their length. She chuckled.
I caught her pussy lips between my fingers and spread her open. She was lovely. I absolutely love the look of a woman’s intimate flesh, pink and almost like looking at a beautiful rose. Her flesh was wet and gleaming. I traced the swirl with my finger and she shuddered under me. A drop of her pussy juices oozed out and I put my finger on it and transferred it to my tongue. She tasted delicious.
“You have a wonderfully tasty pussy, Sweet Jane.” I murmured against her flesh. I slid my tongue out slowly, tantalizing myself, and then licked her intimate flesh slowly, letting my flat tongue slide along the wet opening. She cried out, and suddenly buried her face against my pussy. Her lips found my pussy and she sucked on it. Her action was so unexpected and very wonderful. It was my turn to cry out.
Her lips sucked, and I felt her tongue probe and slide inside me. Her hands went to my ass and pulled me against her. Her mouth sucked hard, and I knew she was sipping my juices. I tend to lubricate a lot when I am excited. Having this wonderful woman sucking me, knowing she was sucking a woman for the very first time, set me on fire.
I slid my mouth against her pussy and covered her tasty flesh with my lips and probed her depths with my tongue. The taste of her clean excited flesh slid over my taste buds. She tasted so wonderful. The healthy scent of her excitement filled my nostrils, adding more fire to my passion.
We lay together sucking each other, tongues sliding inside, making each others pussies drip nectar more and more. She screamed against me and her body began to shake and writhe as she climaxed. I devoured her pussy, and slid a finger up to find her firm clit and roll it in circles. She screamed over and over, and I had to really hold onto her hips to keep my mouth against her pussy.
Her lips and tongue were all over my pussy, and I was almost on the verge of a climax. Then she pressed a finger against my ass, found the opening, and her finger slid into me. I cried out against her pussy and we drove each other to a fantastic series of climaxes. One seemed to trigger the other, and we went back and forth, again and again. I strummed her clit and her finger trust deep inside my back passage, a very sensitive part of my body.
We came over and over till finally we were both spent. We lay gasping for breath, holding onto to each other’s hips. I licked her pussy softly with my flat tongue avoiding her clit. Her juices continued to flow for a few minutes. I kissed her hot thighs and she nuzzled my pussy softly.
We separated, turned, and came together. She kissed me passionately, and licked her juices from my lips and face. We hugged and caressed softly in the after glow of lovemaking.
“Ohh, I never knew it could be like this! It was so wonderful. Making love to a woman is so different from with a man. It’s so soft and —- I don’t know, words fail me. Thank you for showing me what it’s like. I’m afraid no woman will ever be safe around me again!” She said her voice filled with passion and wonder. I held her and we kissed softly, letting our bodies press and rub softly.
Finally we got up and went back into the wonderful warm pool, played and swam like two children. We moved onto the hotter water and it was like a wonderful sauna. Finally we got out, very relaxed, and feeling wonderfully refreshed by the lovemaking, and the mineral baths.
We dressed and headed back to the camp. The way back seemed shorter. When we got back Jane took an ax and went to cut firewood for our campfire that night. I took my fishing rod and went a little way and began to cast my fly rod lure around some fallen tree limbs that stuck out in the water. Almost immediately a nice bass took the lure and gave me a good fight. I played him, enjoying the pull against the line, and laughed out loud as he tail walked trying to shake the lure. A few minutes later I caught another and the two would make a wonderful meal for us for dinner. I dressed them, and when I got back Jane had the fire going and was pleased with my catch.
We had a fantastic meal of the freshly caught fish, with pan-fried potatoes, and her wonderful tea. We sat around the cheery fire as the night fell and talked like old friends. The aurora was not as strong this evening, and we watched for meteors and talked, sitting close, holding each other. We cleaned up the camp, and went to bed. We had made love so much we were both satiated, and just held each other close, cuddled, and kissed softly.
Jane and I stayed on the island for another day. I changed my destination, and we paddled together for three more days before we separated. We made love many times, and before we parted, she was very adept at making love to me. We parted finally and both kept looking back at each other, as our canoes seem to shrink, one last wave of the paddle, and my sexy Siren finally disappear in the vast Canadian Wilderness.
I sent her the pictures I had taken, and received a wonderful Christmas card from her. We promised each other to meet the following year, and have planned a long canoe trip together in one larger canoe where we could camp together, and enjoy each other’s company. And most certainly, each other!
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