There is no sex in this story. Only titillating nudity frisson.
I'm John. Early-30's. My elder sister, Jane, is in her late-30's. We are married and have families of our own. Jane and I are avid hikers. We love communing with nature, and the therapeutic calming bliss of the embracing forest. Unfortunately, our families do not share our passion for the outdoors. So, we do our hiking together whenever we can tease out time from our competing demands of career and family. Jane and I are in pretty good shape. We enjoy remote challenging trails, far from the madding crowd, with interesting water features such as streams, ponds, lakes and waterfalls, to chill off.
Jane and I were on a 15 km hike through hilly terrain. It was a trail which we have never hiked before. There were only 2 reviews in the hiking blogs on this trail. They were dated some 3 years ago. Great! Exactly the kind of physical and metaphorical trail-less-traveled that intrigue us. According to Google Map, there was a waterfall, Pristine Falls, and a small rockpool at the end of the trail. The name conjured a heavenly vision in the video of our minds.
We made good progress. As we emerged from the thick of the forest, a picture postcard scene greeted us. Pristine Falls cascaded from an upper serene pond, roaring down into a rockpool. Poetic tranquility and graceful turbulence in the same vision sweep. It was exactly as we had envisioned. Jane's eyes lit. We have chilled at many waterfalls and rockpools in our hiking sojourns. This was the closest to heaven without the inconvenience of dying.
We jettisoned our backpacks on the bank of the rockpool, and crashed dramatically on the rocks in exhausted exhilaration.
The serenity of the rockpool was pierced by a shriek, then a series of cackles. What the...? We were startled. We thought we had the place to ourselves. We scanned our surroundings. Not a soul. Another burst of shrieks, this time, of a more playful tone, with wailing howls.
A man and a woman emerged from behind the waterfall curtain. They were naked. My sis looked at me with amused incredulity. I should tell you that Jane was on the conservative range of the rainbow spectrum. My parents' religious values had more traction on her than on me. But, she was no prude.
The couple saw us. As they processed the inconvenient reality that they were not alone at this lonely planet shangri-la, they appeared momentarily conflicted and tentative. Nevertheless, they managed a cheery wave to us across the water. We waved back.
I shot a glance at Jane. Was she spooked by all this? She appeared more piqued and bemused, than spooked. She returned my look. The studied serious look creased into a coy smile.
She joked, "Hmmm... not so pristine after all, huh?"
I said, "Depends on how you look at it. Some would see exuberant nature communing with mother nature. Nature plus!"
The couple waded over to their side of the rockpool. They wrapped themselves in skimpy towels. It was obvious that the towels were for drying their bodies, rather than as wraparound implements.
They waded across the rockpool to say hello to us. We exchanged pleasantries and introduced ourselves.
Dorothy, or Dottie in Brit popular vernacular, and Dave, were in their early-50's, from the south of England. They were avid hikers in their home country, and were blessed to live in a glorious countryside speckled lavishly with trails, waterfalls, ponds, streams, rivers and coves. They apologized for their nudity, and the surprise that they inadvertently sprang on us. They were unsure of the local attitude towards nudity in remote public places. They said that they were not nudists in the organized movement sense. They just enjoyed the liberating sensation of spontaneous skinny dipping whenever and wherever the place and circumstances were naturally agreeable. And Pristine Falls was the holy grail of their quest as they have discovered on this hike.
They told us that there was a small hidey-hole cave behind the waterfall curtain. It was a blissful experience chilling inside this watery cocoon of nature. They said that we must experience it.
Dave and Dottie looked healthy, tanned and vital. Dave had a youthful lean and mean demeanor, that was softened and mellowed by his contoured vintage torso. A mature hunk. Dottie was buxom. Rubenesque. Lush top. Matronly classic English rose luscious charm. Comely. She had a dusting of freckles on her top which accentuated her cleavage.
Their skimpy towels could barely keep pace with their animated movements, especially perky bubbly Dottie, as we chatted. In their semi-seated positions on the rocks, Dottie's economical towel rode high up her thighs, exposing glimpses of her apparently clean shaven mons pubis. And then peek hints of her cleft, hushed up by her pristine plump mound. When she became aware of this, she would tug her towel down some, resulting in the opposite effect of exposing the top smear of her ample areolas just shy of her nipples. A zero-sum game. Finally, she crossed her legs. This presented the coquettish appearance of her being naked from her waist down, but her lower feminine secrets were safe. It afforded more cover for her top. this
Dave was struggling too. We could see sneak peeks of his privates. The tip of his penis peered curiously out of its towelly abode flittingly, much like a turtle head out of its shell to ascertain the larger world.
I gave an oblique glance towards my sis. She appeared amused by this peek-a-boo scintillating towel dance. Jane appeared to have a courteous interest in Dave, but was politely rationing her gaze.
Dottie and Dave must have felt awkward about their vulnerable body state, their teasing modesty. The irony was that their tactical attempts at modesty made them more tantalizingly nude. Dave showed an onset of bodily flourish that was defying his towel. They made an excuse about needing to get back to their backpacks for drinking water, on the other side of the rockpool.
As they set off to go back, Dave said instinctively, "Sis, come this way. It makes for an easier crossing."
Jane shot me an arching eyebrow glance. I shrugged, then grinned. This was the second surprise of our morning in this placid paradise.
Then, Jane surprised me. She called out to Dottie and Dave. "If you are cool with it, and John and I are cool, just carry on with your skinny dipping. You've come all this way from England, enjoy your experience here as it should be enjoyed."
