One of my hiking trips in the 1970s was in the Big Bend area, I was told of a hot spring near the river, but it was seven miles away from where cars parked. It was suggested that you bring at least a gallon of water. The day was hot and dry, and I drank more water than usual, it was102 degrees in the shade. Not sweating was new to me. I did not notice how hot I was getting or how fast I was going through the water and would not have water for the return trip. It was a desert, and a light breeze was coming off the river when I found the hot springs near it. I had to get out of my jeans and boots taking my shirt off.
I walked into the muddy river water; it felt fantastic, almost a chill (running water is always cooler). I floated, letting the water take my heat away from me. I thought about touching myself as I felt like I was the only person there, so I had just started when I heard the sound of a horse and a mule. Great, a guy can't even jerk off without being interrupted.
A lady's voice says. "Sure is a hot one out but don't drink the river water as fish fuck in it; you got to boil the water first."
I see a Park Ranger mounted on a nice-looking horse, and the mule has water bottles on a pack frame.
She says. "Would you care for a drink of water?"
I say. "I'm not wearing any clothes."
She says. "Water looks good too."
She ties her animals to a bush to nibble on the grass there. Shedding clothes as she walks to the edge of the water, she looks tan and fit, and If I saw her at a club, I think she was a hot-fit gym coach. She looked six feet or more. The bright sun lights your skin showing off your sweat. Your blond hair was dry and wind-blown; your blue eyes pierced mine. Your full breast had the most prominent nipples. Your chest was redder than your breast, a milky white with big brown nipples. The water is heating up for me, and she lifts her boob and offers it to me like she wants to shake it like her hand.
I'm not too sure, but what the hell? What is the worst that could happen? So I give her boob a hello squeeze and tell her my name. "Dan."
She says. "Susan."
Me being a smart ass and say. "Hello, Susan, what's your twin's tits name?"
She laughs like she has been laughing at my jokes for years.