Going for a Swim

As we drive through the California desert, you turn and look at me like I am on crack. ‘Why in the hell are we driving SO FAR just to go swimming?’ you think to yourself. We have been driving for two hours already, the A/C keeping it cool inside and the music on the radio is great, but you are beginning to feel a little anxious about having been driven so far into the desert to “swim.” We pass a few more houses, then we make the turn off of the main road and onto a well-maintained dirt road.

“Where are we going?” you ask me. I can almost feel your heart pounding through your chest as I glance over at you quickly and smile.

“Trust me?” I ask.

“Never” you joke.

“We’re almost there…at least, we are almost to the parking lot.”

“Parking lot? What could there possibly be up here that requires a parking lot???” you ask in disbelief. We are now driving uphill around a twisting dirt road. The radio is now crackling and I push play on the CD player. The static is soon replaced by some very relaxing music that sounds like Native American music. The music and the surrounding environment take on a whole new appearance as the drums and flutes in the music seem to echo and surround us.

Rounding the last corner, you see the parking lot and the makeshift toll booth. There is nobody at the toll booth, but you can read a sign that suggests that visitors who plan to stay overnight should write their license plate numbers on a piece of paper and $5 into the slot in the top of the mounted lock box. We park the car next to the only other car in the lot and I walk back to the box and drop in a business card, which I have written our license plate number on, and a $5 bill.

As you grab the collapsible cooler with the frozen bottles of water and the small pack with our towels and the sunscreen, I open the trunk and grab a large backpack with two sleeping bags and a tent attached to the backpack by thin straps. You look at me, stunned.

“I packed this while you were sleeping this morning, just before I woke you up for our shower,” I inform you as I grin like a Cheshire cat. All you can do is shake your head and wonder ‘what have I gotten myself into this time?’

The hike is mostly downhill and steep at times, making you wonder how we will ever get back up this canyon later. ‘Even if we do camp here, this is going to be one tough climb!’ you think to yourself. Nearing the bottom of the canyon, you can hear water flowing and two voices, one male and one female, but the brush is too tall and too thick for either of us to see anyone below. The lower we hike into the canyon, however, the louder the water gets and the more we can hear and it sounds like the couple below are playing in the water, splashing each other like a couple of kids. The woman is whining like a little girl about being splashed with cold water while the guy is laughing at her.

As we finally reach the bottom of the canyon, you can finally see what we have been hearing: a deep creek flowing into a pond, the young man who is in the pond, and his girlfriend who appears to be sitting in a large hole in a rock that has a little bit of steam rising from it. Both of them are nude from what we can see (we are only able to see the young woman from the breasts up since she is sitting in what appears to be a hot springs which is slowly flowing into the basin of the rock). At first, she is too busy flipping off the young man to notice us, but as we begin to set our things down, the young man sees us and calls out to her, “Hey, Patra, we have company!”

She shrieks playfully and reaches for her one-piece, but the young man boldly calls out to us, “Welcome to the Deep Creek Hot Springs! This area is clothing-optional, so have a great time!”

As she stands to put on her one-piece, we both notice a small tattoo above the young woman’s right breast. It is a heart-shaped tattoo with the letters ICU in it. The young woman has a shaved pussy, somewhat small breasts, long black hair, and very tanned skin. From this distance, we can’t tell, but I suspect that she might be Asian. If she is, she has lost her accent because she doesn’t have one when she calls out to the young man, “Billy, when are we going to go?”

“Oh, quit being such a wuss, Patra, these people are just here to have a good time like we are. Take that damned suit off and stop whining already!”

The young woman slowly peels her one-piece back off and, though it wasn’t meant to be, her slow pace makes it look like she is giving us all a striptease.

“Yeah, baby, take it all off!” Bill jokes, and he begins whistling at Patra.

Patra turns around with her back to us and takes her suit the rest of the way off, then sits back down in the warm water while Bill calls out to us, “Hey, I see that you have a tent there. If you are planning to spend the night, the best place to camp is up the hill there on the other side of Patra. Just pitch your tent back there and you will have an amazing view of the creek and the hot springs below. The only way across, though, is to walk through the pond. Be careful climbing the hill too, it can be a little slick with all of the dead leaves.”

“Thanks,” I reply as I sit down to take off my shoes, socks, and pants to cross the creek. Having only worn your bikini and a pair of shorts with a pair of flip-flops, you are quickly across the creek and atop the hill with the small pack and the collapsible cooler and begin a strip tease of your own.

“Hey, Allen!” you call out. I look up to see your beautifully glistening skin slowly being uncovered as you undo your top. I quickly grab our digital camera and start snapping off pictures as you slowly slide off your top, then your shorts, and finally your bikini bottoms. Your hairless pussy and large breasts look absolutely amazing as you slowly carry your bikini down the hill to join Patra in the hot springs. You discover that there are many smaller “cauldrons” as they are called, near Patra, but the one that Patra is in is large enough for about six people and you ask her if you can join her. She seems a little shy, but doesn’t protest or turn away; in fact she seems very cordial toward you and the two of you talk about where she is from. She tells you that she is Thai and that she and Bill occasionally come up here to get away from the city and enjoy the beauty of nature as there is no better way to enjoy nature than by being nude. It is then that you see Bill walking up beside her.

“Would you guys like a beer?”, he asks as he hands one to Patra and holds one out to you.

“Sure,” you reply, being the naughty little 19 year-old that you are as Bill heads up the hill toward me with another beer in his hand.

I am just finishing with the tent as he approaches. “So, is this your first time here?” Bill asks me.

“No, as a matter of fact, I am an amateur photographer and I was told about this place by a couple who I was photographing while they were on their honeymoon and I was on vacation on Catalina Island. They had forgotten their camera at home and asked me to take some digital pictures of them and e-mail them to them when I got home. Since I have a huge memory card in my digital camera and space was not an issue, I told them that I would and ended up following them just about everywhere (including the final night when they invited me up to their room for some private photos of their trip). They paid me back with free meals and drinks (and, of course, I got to keep the pictures on my computer after I E-mailed them to the couple). They told me that this was where they had originally met and gave me the directions so that I could take my girlfriend up here. Their description didn’t do the place justice though,” I said as I peered down the hill at you and Patra who were busily enjoying your beers and your conversation which had now turned to Patra’s tattoo.

“Yeah, I got this tattoo when Bill and I joined a nudist camp last year. He has one just like it on one of his ass cheeks,” she giggled. “It is how the nudist camp likes to tell its members from its guests.”

“So you and Bill like to be nude everywhere?” you ask.

“No, I like to be nude whenever he and I are alone, but Bill insists that I should show off my body more. I love him and I like to make him happy, so I am going along with him, but I guess that I am still a little shy about having guys stare at me all the time.”

“Well, what about girls?” you ask. “Does it bother you to have girls stare at you?”

“Well, no, not really. I don’t know why. I just seem more comfortable around girls. I guess it is just because I don’t think a girl would want to jump me like a guy might.”

“I don’t know, Patra, you are a pretty hot girl! You’d better watch out, I might just be the girl to jump you!” you joke and Patra chuckles.

“Actually, I don’t think that I would mind. You are a very beautiful young woman yourself,” she replies as she scoots closer to you. You take that cue and begin to tease and massage each other as your mouths meet.

Up on the hill, Bill and I are talking, but I am watching the events unfold below. While talking to Bill, I see that you and Patra have decided to get to know each other a little better. I continue to tell Bill about Catalina Island as I reach for the digital camera again and start aiming it at the two of you below. I zoom in on you both and start snapping pictures as Patra stands in front of you and you take her tattooed breast into your mouth as deep as you can get it and she wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer. When Bill sees what is going on, his jaw drops. He has never seen Patra with another woman and it is shocking to him. “They make a cute couple,” I joke as I take another picture of you flicking the tip of your tongue around her aureola and over her nipple as she leans her head back, still holding on to you and letting her dark hair fall back into the water. You lift your hand to her pussy and begin to massage her clit as she slides herself back into the water to return the tongue lashings and massage that you have begun giving her.