B woke as warm, morning light poured through the window, casting across his wife, J's body. They lay in bed together, B's head resting against J's bare abdomen. Both were sprawled across the bed, over the top of beige and dark green sheets, responding to the steamy, humid morning weather. A large fan beat above them, light continued to flood in from multiple directions, as the bedroom had two large, full window walls on one side, both facing the untamed, wild background of dense ferns, and eucalypts covering a line of steep hills. The sounds of Nick Mulvey echoed through the house, left playing on the speaker from last night.
B and J were on a short getaway. They were staying in a house on a small acreage in a hilly region known as 'the hinterlands', approximately fifteen minutes inland from the coast and large, trendy, coastal town. There were other holiday homes around, similar to the one B and J were staying in, but none in direct eyesight. They felt pleasantly isolated, with paddocks facing them, and steep greenery covered hills behind. The area was on the boarder of the tropics, and the heat, humidity, ferns and palms definitely made it feel this way.
The house they were staying in had a charm typical of the area. It was an older weatherboard home, with raked ceilings internally, lots of wooden finishes and very little modern luxuries. A veranda encased the whole house apart from the back, where the bedroom B and J were in was exposed with its large, glass walls to showcase the view and connect them directly to nature. There were other endearing features around the house, like a deep, cast-iron outdoor bath, a small orchid of assorted fruit and nut trees to one side, plenty of resident wildlife ambling around, and direct access to a hiking path up the hills behind. Realistically this house was probably dilapidated and outdated in some respects, but in this setting, it was idyllic for B and J's holiday.
B felt J stir as they both woke. B shuffled, as he was laying naked and prone, and his cock, rock hard as it always was in the morning, was digging into the bed uncomfortably. He raised himself slightly to reduce the discomfort, his head still pressed against his wife's side. He began kissing softly across her tummy as his eyes wandered along her body, scanning from her beautiful face and slowing light brown hair, along to her small, perky full breasts scattered with freckles from all the recent sun, across her long elegant torso and down past her curvy hips and muscular tanned legs, interrupted by her black low-cut, panties.
As B's trail of kisses slowly approached J's panties she woke. "Morning!" J said warmly, as she reached down and stroked B's shaved head affectionately.
"Oh my god it is so hot already!" J continued as she seemed to spring into action.
"You look nice." said J in the same cheery tone as she looked along her husband's broad, muscular back, and strong (often referred to as 'peachy' by J) butt, while he continued to slowly kiss along her abdomen.
"We should definitely go for a hike before it gets too hot, then we can drive into town and get a late breakfast and spend the rest of the day at the beach. How does that sound?" Asked J continuing her same cheery, motivated tone. B would have definitely preferred bury his face in J's delicious pussy, and slowly relieve his aching morning glory. However, J's plan seemed too perfect, and she did seem very keen so he agreed without revealing even a hint of disappointment.
"Oh hello!" said J, running her hand along B's abs and giving his long, hard cock a playful stroke as she got out of bed to get dressed. B watched as J squeezed her perky breasts into her black sports bra and then reached for her tights. Normally J would never wear just a sports bra alone for this type of activity, but away from home, in an environment such as this, she seemed much freer. B continued to watch as J pulled up a slim black g string before stepping into her tights. B gazed in awe as J pulled the short khaki tights up over her full ass, with her cheeks bulging and squeezing against the waist band as she pulled them up. J knew B loved to watch her pull her pants on like this (because he had clearly voiced it many times) so was sure to always have her back facing him, and take this part very slowly, all the while acting as if she was unaware B was watching her so intently and longingly.
B finished watching his wife dress, and quickly slipped on some black sports shorts and a thin black running singlet. B then grabbed the bag with their towels and water bottles, and they set off. It was all so easy. They were so close to nature they could just exit through the back of the house and straight onto a path up into the hills, with endless trails to explore.
B let J lead the way, because she always set a good pace, had an excellent sense of direction, and also because as beautiful and serene as the views of nature were, he also loved watching her walk. B had always had a thing for J when she was sweaty, whether it was the slight saltiness of her skin, the glisten of the sweat across her breasts, or the enticing movement of a droplet of sweat gliding down her body he loved it. Now, as he walked behind J up the hill, becoming steeper and steeper, he definitely got to enjoy watching her start to sweat. B watched almost longingly as a drop of sweat glided down J's tanned freckled back, along the groove of her spine, and down onto the band of her tights and into her ass. He watched her full round ass cheeks moved rhythmically with each step, while her tight shorts cupped underneath them, with a thin line of sweat forming in the heat. B became increasingly aroused as he watched, feeling his cock swell slightly as they walked on.
While the dense trees overhead and ferns all around provided good cover, the sun found its way through, and the tropical humidity became relentless. Despite the heat, the couple gladly wandered on, enjoying the calmness, the quiet, the gentle exertion on their bodies, and the soft sounds of birds and animals as the day awoke.
Eventually the gradient lessened as they reached a plateau and a creek. They walked along the path that ran parallel to the creek, now able to walk comfortably side by side. They both reacted with a subtle gasp as they found the creek lead into the most amazing natural pool. The pool flowed into the creek and was fed by a small waterfall, may less than two metres high. The pool was broad and looked quite deep in centre. With the gentle but constant flow the water was amazingly clear. On one side opposite B and J was a rock shelf that wrapped around from the waterfall, gently sloping down from a two-metre height, with trees growing close to it, offering plenty of shade and cover to the pool. On the side closest to them was a sandy bank where the pool met the creek, which then became a flat bed of rock as it merged into the rocky wall behind the waterfall.
