Kris and I were driving into the woods, to hike to a little-known waterfall a couple miles from the road. Not very many other people frequented it, so we were hoping we'd be alone. Kris loves to get naked outdoors, and the waterfall would be perfect for the hot summer day that was coming.
When we got to the trailhead, there were no other cars there, so we grabbed our pack with our lunch and wine, and headed up the trail.
As we got further from the road, Kris unbuttoned her shirt, and then tied the tails to keep it mostly closed, which let me slip my hand into it and feel her breasts, which I did every time we stopped for a moment to rest and kiss. We were definitely getting in the mood to have a nice afternoon at the waterfall.
The trail was deserted, so we stopped to kiss, and to slip our hands into each other's clothes frequently. I was in quite an amorous mood once we finally reached the waterfall.
The area around the fall was quite green, with some large, flat rocks covered in moss that made them a little softer than sitting on bare stone.
We threw out our blanket on one of those, and sat down to eat lunch. I took off my shirt and shoes, leaving me wearing just shorts.
"Go ahead, Kris, you can take off your shirt, too," I said, and gave her a wink. She untied it, and let it fall off her arms, exposing her breasts to the warm sunshine.
"I'm hungry," she said, "Let's eat lunch before we start anything else."
I grabbed our lunch from the pack. It was just a couple of sandwiches and apples, because we didn't want to get too filled-up at the start of our day. I had a couple of sex toys in the bag, and lube, too, for later.
After we ate, I leaned over to Kris, and pulled her to kiss me. As we kissed, I looked behind Kris, and saw a woman about 100 feet away, walking toward us from the direction of the waterfall.
I broke the kiss and said quietly, "There's someone here, Kris, coming up behind you."
She reached for her shirt, to get dressed before the woman got closer.
I put on my glasses, and could see that she was incredibly beautiful. She was wearing denim cut-offs, cut really short, and a white tank top. She had long, blonde hair, and was of average build, and almost 6 feet tall, I'd guess. Her legs looked really long, with a very light, golden tan.
Once Kris had her shirt on, she turned to look, and then turned back to me and whispered, "Where did she come from? There's no place further up the trail, is there?"
"Nothing that I know of."
She turned to look again, and then turned back to me. "She's really good looking."
"That's an understatement," I reply.
As she gets close enough to talk to, Kris says "Hi."
I add, "Good afternoon."
She walks up and stops on the trail right next to our blanket, and says "Hello. Beautiful day, isn't it?"
She has the strangest, most exotic accent I have ever heard. It's like a mixture of Russian and Spanish, but I can't place it in a location at all.
Kris answers, "I love Oregon when the weather is like this."
She looks at Kris, and I can see something in their eyes. There is something intangible crossing between them, I think.
"Would you like to join us?" Kris asks.
I can hardly believe that she's inviting a beautiful woman to join us, interrupting our planned erotic afternoon.
"I'd love to," she replied, walking over and sitting down between us.
