George and Sandy were headed into town, while Tony and I had decided to spend the day riding around the Blue Ridge Mountains and taking in nature, so we parted soon after breakfast. Not before Sandy asked if she could join me in the morning for yoga which she had been into since university. I was delighted that she said she "went to university," not like we do with "I went to Florida State" or "I got my degree from The Ohio State."
Back in the room, I was trying to decide what to wear when Tony said, "George is right, you do have a beautiful gee."
I looked over my shoulder at him sitting in the corner watching me dig through my bag. I straightened my legs and bent at the waist, taking a small step to get my feet a little more than shoulder length apart, and said, "What did you say?"
Tony got up and took a couple steps toward me. "How close was he when he was looking at you?"
I looked between my legs as I had looked back at George earlier. "Closer," I said getting warm inside.
Tony took another step.
"About another half step," I smiled.
Tony took the half step. "Hmm, I'll bet in the morning sunlight he really could just about see everything. It is pretty much in your face."
"You mind?" I taunted, not moving.
He put his hand on my bottom. "You know I don't," then ran his hand gently between my legs, fingertips lightly dancing over my outer labia, then delicately he ran one finger right along my cleft from back to front and back again.
"Of course," he said, "I know your body pretty well, but you really can see your beautiful pussy well."
My knees were ready to buckle from his touch. I'd known that the material was thin but was really surprised by what Tony was telling me. Surprised and thrilled. I loved showing my body! Most especially to and for my husband!
"Really?"
"It helps that you don't have one of those pussies that's just a slit at the bottom of your body where your legs meet," Tony said. "Your ass curves so sweetly," he ran his hands over each cheek. "To where it curves inward," he felt my inner thighs, "and then your labia swell, full and pushing against the material," his fingers on each side tracing my outer labia, "till they curve inward, catching and emphasizing those long, soft petals of your inner labia," he ran one finger over the center line, "to where the material bunches them together," he stopped at the 'bump' caused by the folded skin.
I was light-headed, the contact erotic and the realization not only how beautiful my husband found my body, but at how much of me was 'visible' as I was dressed. How much George had seen!
As if reading my mind, Tony's hand slipped down and forward, the slightest pressure contacting my shrouded clit. We both knew I was close so he didn't linger, bringing his hands up and resting them on my bottom.
He sighed, "Do you think maybe we should go? Or...."
Smiling, I straightened and turned to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I think I'll just wear this, if it's okay with you?"
"I thought you wanted to walk some trails?"
I pouted. "You're right." Then I winked. "I should put on my hikers instead..."
He smiled knowingly.
A little over and hour and a half later, we pulled into the parking lot for Graveyard Fields. Tony loves driving in the mountains and I loved the scenery, enchanted by the Fall colors we don't get in Florida. I have to admit I was also a bit lost in thought, thoroughly caught up in daydreams of a very erotic nature. The weather was unseasonably warm so even up at elevation I was very comfortable, high seventies and little humidity, even with the attire I had on.
"Doesn't look too bad," I commented as we pulled into a space. Lots of places we'd passed on the way had cars out the parking lot. Perhaps it was a little later or the fact that it was a Friday and not a weekend. During the late summer this spot, I'd read, was crowded with folks seeking the blueberries that grew wild in the area.
Tony jutted his chin out indicating I needed to look to my right. Sometimes I believe he knows my mind better than I do. On the walkway in front of what I guessed was their car about three spaces down were five handsome twenty-somethings, obviously just arrived as they stretched and gazed out over the scenery.
I reached into the back seat, grabbed my water bottle and cap, and smiled at my lover. "See you along the trail, okay?"
He just chuckled, "Yeah, I figured." He took my hand and kissed it, "I love you. Have fun."
"Love you too. And I will, my darling. Thank you," I said, blowing him an air kiss and pushing open my door.
"Hi!" I said with a smile as I stepped up behind the five guys. "Do you know where the trailhead is?" I asked. I'd gone around behind another car so they wouldn't be watching Tony, not knowing where I had come from. Tony and I both had fun the previous time I'd tried this sort of thing. I could wander and be provocative, and he could watch me, both of us getting aroused. I'd walked a beach 'alone,' and we'd loved the way things went, reliving the day over several times in our pillow talk. I hoped this would be as memorable.
I'd pulled my leggings up on getting out of the car to make sure I had a good cameltoe, and if there was any doubt about my intentions, my ballcap had "Naughty" in sequins above the brim. I could feel that the girls were already in the mood, the reactions of the guys confirming I had their attention when they turned to respond to my query.
Five sets of eyes went wide, smiles on every face. A little stammering and a few nudges at each other, with "ah.." and "um..." greeted me.
"Are you guys walking to the falls too? The guidebook said the trailhead was off the parking area, but now I can't find the silly paper in my car," I said turning and generally pointing off to the right toward no specific car.
Tony came walking past the six of us, a small daypack on his back with a couple bottles of water, a walking stick in his hand, and his 35mm camera slung over a shoulder. "Mornin', should be a good day," he said to no one in particular without breaking stride.
"Yeah, the ah, falls," said one.
"Sure, yeah," said another nodding to the guy next to him.
They all looked at each other nodding.
"Guess I'll see you along the way then, huh?" I smiled with my most coquettish look. "I'm guessing the trailhead is where that guy was heading, so...see ya."
"Or we could just hike together?" offered one.
"I don't wanna slow you guys down, I like to stop and just enjoy nature. You know, look at stuff, get in touch with the things around me..." I left that dangling as I grinned and looked at each of them.
"You take all the time you want, beautiful."
"No rush here," agreed another.
"I'm all for touching nature," said the one with the dark eyes, leaving little doubt what he was thinking. That actually caused another of the guys to shove him and exchange looks.
"Whatever," I shrugged, turning on my heels toward the trailhead. "Don't forget water, the loop is four miles. I'll wait for you at the marker," I motioned with my head.
I could hear commotion behind me as they grabbed stuff and locked up the car, then came trotting to catch up. Feeling quite randy already, I was doing some light stretches at the trailhead sign just to make sure they were all watching me. There was no jumble of folks around -- it was really quite empty - and by the lack of cars in the lot I imagined that the trail was sparsely populated. For whatever reason, I felt no trepidation being with these five athletic young men and being provocative. Perhaps it was the slightest thought that this could be a dangerous situation if they took my teasing to be an invitation to 'more' that added to the thrill I was feeling, but I also knew that Tony was somewhere not too far away.
"By the way, I'm Josh," said the first of them to arrive at my side. Well not at my side, behind me, actually, those stretches focusing them on my backside.
"Rita," I said reaching for the other ankle. In turn they each said their names and I responded with "hi" or something. Josh was the black kid, and David the one of Asian descent. As we walked I learned that they were down from Virginia for a track and field tournament at Western Carolina University, all five being seniors. I stopped occasionally to observe this flower or that view, keeping up a pleasant banter
We came upon Tony after about ten minutes as he was taking a photo of a dead tree. I was sure he had been close the whole time, staying just out of sight ahead of us.
"Hi!" I chirped.
"HI," he said without enthusiasm looking through the viewfinder. I turned and shrugged my shoulders at the guys. They returned the gesture, with one of them nodding for us to move on. I smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Bye," I said as we scooted past Tony on the narrow trail.
The chatting was not really going anywhere, or not as I had hoped. There were pretty sights, but it was also rather open here and I wondered if the boys were bored with the lack of dramatic scenery. Or maybe they were waiting for me to direct this play.
The first falls came into sight and were lovely. I decided I needed to be more playful, so I walked right to the edge of the stream not far from the base of the falls and sat to take off my hiking shoes.
"Darn," I said standing. "My bottom's all wet," exaggerating my motion as I bent to show the guys. I got some smiles and one "it looks alright to me."
"Oh well," I sat on the rock again and took off my shoes and socks. Then I stepped into the stream. The guys each found a rock to sit on nearby, some of them feeling the water with their hands.
"That's freakin cold," said the blonde one.
"It feels good," I countered kicking water toward him. I got the reaction I'd hoped for as he yelped and then scooped some water and tossed it in my direction. I kicked again, laughing, and the other joined in splashing water at me.
"Stop!" I laughed, the five of them splashing me as I kicked and turned trying to wet them as well. The water was cold, and I could feel my breasts grow taut, the thin pink top becoming transparent and wrapping my breasts like vacuum sealed plastic, every goose bump and curve showing. The thin grey leggings, while not as transparent were now much more revealing as I was soaked from head to toe.
They were all staring intently. I felt a tingling deep inside, not fear, but I knew we were right on the line. They had been happy to see me in leggings and a thin top, now they were seeing more, and looking at me differently. The trouble with a group is that you can't reason with them like you can with an individual. Guys will feed each other's basest drive unless one of the group itself speaks up. I wasn't sure that it would happen with me in my present state of exposure.
"You should probably get out of those wet things," someone said. There were a couple comments in agreement. I took a deep breath, considering my next actions and words. The deep breath didn't help my case.
The one with the dark eyes got up and took a step in my direction. Josh grabbed him by the back of his pants and yanked him backward, causing him to stumble and flop into the icy stream. He came up cursing!
"What the fuck was that, asshole?" he sputtered, struggling to regain his feet.
