Cassie’s Bare Naked Bear Hug
Solitude was wonderfully sexy — with the right person.
Cassie stepped off the hiking trail, slid down the hill, and grabbed at a sapling. She spun around, but kept her balance and came to a stop inches from the watering hole.
Paradise.
No one was around in this desolate spot and within moments she had yanked off everything from her day pack and hiking boots to her tank top, shorts, jog bra and panties. Totally naked in nature.
An awesome feeling.
The water hole was her idea of heaven and an escape from the daily grind of the law firm in Los Angeles. She decided that since she was single again, she’d have to hike to it more often.
Skinny dip. Live a little.
Cassie giggled and waded into the swimming hole, about twenty feet wide and crystal clear. She twirled in the water onto her back, flipped face down and dipped low before surfacing and running her hands through her brunette hair.
Frolicking naked in the California mountains just like nature intended was so freeing.
Cassie got out, crawled onto a large rock face and enjoyed the sun warming the chill off her tits. The arousal was so strong that she tugged on her nipples, caressed her thighs and ran a finger gently inside her pussy. Then she jumped in again, just like she did in college with fewer responsibilities and no broken heart.
Swimming, and then lying nude with the sun on her back and ass, felt wonderful. It was a great stress reliever and a way to stop thinking about Robert — the bastard who relocated to New York City to live with a woman he met online.
She took a breath, leaned back in the water and gave one giant yell, “Fuck off, Robert!” Liberation was fantastic.
And that’s when a branch above the swimming hole cracked.
A man tumbled off the slope and fell into the water with a dramatic splash.
Rourke simply wanted a few days of quiet with no phone calls, emails and definitely no women to bother him. The mountains were his personal getaway when he needed space to think.
His acting career was slowing down worse than a traffic jam on the 405 freeway. His agent wasn’t calling and producers were hanging up on him.
Eleanor decided she’d had enough. If Rourke wasn’t destined to be a star then she figured she wasn’t destined to be with him.
Good riddance, woman, he mused as he had hiked down the trail from his campsite that morning and settled among a spot in the trees.
He had printed off a script he had written. Investors and distributors loved the concept, but he needed to smooth out a few key parts. He’d do it the old fashioned way with a pencil on paper.
That’s when he saw the beautiful woman take off her clothes and dance around naked on the rocks. Her shapely ass lit fire in his heart and her breasts called to him.
Thousands of square miles of national forest covered the mountains above Los Angeles, so why did a strange woman have to be skinny dipping right next to him?
His cock hardened against his wishes so he turned away, but the branch that he was reclining against broke. He lost his grip on the script and plunged headfirst into the swimming hole.
Cassie’s scream was long and so loud that her cry echoed off the hills and rocks and pierced her own ears. The man was flailing, waving his arms frantically.
“Oh my, God,” yelled Cassie, wrapping her arms around her naked body and bellowing again.
The man cringed, swam to shore, and covered his ears. “Quiet, lady.”
Cassie was trembling and backpedaled out of the water. “Quiet? You want to kill me quietly?” She tripped over a log, lost her balance and fell into a soft, mossy spot as tears poured down her face. “Please, don’t kill me. Please, I beg you.”
“Don’t be crazy,” he yelled, pivoting one way and then another. “Oh, no.” His daypack was semi-submerged and he dove back in to rescue it.
Cassie freaked again. He’s got a gun in it, or a knife.
He had wide shoulders, solid arms. Cassie stood to run, but her ankle twisted and she fell against a tree.
The man slogged his way back to shore and frowned. Strangely, Cassie thought he was about to cry as he looked in his daypack.
“My script.” He moaned and saw papers floating on the water. Then he slumped onto the dirt and ran a hand through his hair.
He was kind of cute and didn’t seem like a threat, but Cassie had to ask. “So, uh, not to bug you, but you’re not going to kill me?”
He rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not going to kill you. In fact, I was sitting up there before you arrived and did your little erotic swim. I came here to work on a film script and try to save my acting career. What a mess.”
“Sorry to hear that.” Cassie glanced to where her clothes lay. Now that the excitement had died down, she felt a chill. “Uh, could you — ?”
“Yeah, sure.” He scooped up her underwear, tank top and hiking shorts. “Here go.”
“Thanks.” She tried to fasten her bra but her arms were trembling and her ankle was still sore.
“You better get back to your boyfriend or husband before he comes and hunts me down.”
Cassie scoffed. “Yeah, right. He moved to New York.” Pebbles were biting at her feet but she couldn’t move. “Hey, uh, could you help me get dressed?”
“Only if you don’t scream.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Good.” He extended a hand. “The name’s Rourke.”
Cassie smiled and shook it. “Cassie.” She dropped her bra.
“First time I shook hands with a naked lady. You need help with this?” Rourke grabbed her bra off the ground.
“Yeah, and my panties.”
“You’re hurt?”
“My ankle.”
Rourke knelt to her ankle and touched it lightly. “Very slight swelling.” He looked embarrassed. “I can slide your panties up.”
“Okay, cool.”
And that’s when a growl started low and grew louder. And then it sounded like a roar. A brown bear paced on the boulders. Rourke stood and turned.
“Oh, my God.” Cassie clamped a hand over her mouth before she screamed. Suddenly, she threw herself at Rourke and wrapped her arms and legs around him in a suffocating bear hug.
“Hey, get off.”
“I won’t scream. I won’t scream.”
Rourke scrambled for his backpack with Cassie hanging all over him. He reached down to grab it and she tumbled onto soft dirt, exhaling an oomph. He reached in a pocket, pulled out a whistle, and blew furiously.
The bear raised its nose, shook its head, and gave another growl. Rourke whistled again and the bear, more annoyed than scared, stumbled away over the rocks, up the side of the hill, and out of sight.
“There. He’s gone.” Then Rourke started laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“That was quite a blow job I just gave,” said Rourke, looking at the whistle.
“Male humor.”
“Crazy day in the woods, huh?” Rourke studied Cassie’s form and wondered about the specks of dirt all over her. “I’ll get you dressed and carry you to your camp site.”
“I’d really appreciate that, but — ” she looked over her shoulder, “this grime doesn’t feel good.”
“Want me to wash you?”
“That’d be great.”
He took a towel from the pack, dipped one corner in the water and used it carefully to clean one shoulder and then another.
“I know something else that’d be easier,” she smiled.
“What’s that?”
“Carry me into the water.”
Rourke sighed. “I’d get my clothes wet.”
“Then take them off.”
“Aren’t you worried that I’m going to kill you?” said Rourke, grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, taking it off and tossing it to the side.
“Somehow, those worries faded away.” She turned and got on her knees. “But first, I get to undo those lovely hiking shorts.”
“It’s a deal.” He turned to face her and Cassie placed on hand on Rourke’s ass, pulling him close and buried her face against his zipper, inhaling the scent of a man in the woods.
She paused, enjoying the hardness of his cock and rubbed her face on him one way and then the other. This had been her dream, to dance naked in the woods and be fucked by the swimming hole. But, sadly, Robert —
He wasn’t worth remembering now. Cassie ran a hand along Rourke’s cock and slowly undid his zipper. Surprisingly, his cock was free and leaped from under the fabric.
“No underwear?” She looked up with a grin before kissing and then licking his shaft.
“Truth be told,” he sighed as she opened her mouth and slid her lips up and down his cock, “I was going to take a naked swim before I left.”
“Aw,” she said in mock sorrow, “but I ruined it?”
“Yeah,” he grinned, “you did.”
She sucked him, enjoying the sun filtering through the trees and warming her back. A bead of sweat formed along her shoulders and teased her skin. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Cassie slid Rourke’s shorts to his ankles and pointed to his boots and socks. “Guess you need to lose these.”
“That’d make it easier,” he laughed, sitting momentarily to undo his hiking boots.
“Carry me in,” Cassie said quietly.
Rourke stood, picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock was ramrod straight and her pussy was aching for affection. He stepped into the swimming hole with a tight grip on her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. The only sound was the birds chirping and flying from one branch to another as though creation was witnessing the spectacle.
She arched her back and he moved his hips so that they connected. She welcomed his cock inside her and he kissed her furiously, beginning to thrust while holding her. His gyrations caused ripples from one end of the natural pool to the other.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, holding her and nibbling her ear lobe. He continued fucking and she humped up and down until his grip loosened. She fell back with a splash, laughing and swimming.
“That felt so good. I want more.”
He dove beneath the surface, rose with his arms around her, and led her to a mossy spot near the tree where she had balanced herself. Rourke lay down and Cassie straddled his torso and lowered her pussy onto his cock.
A breeze wafted through the branches as she rode him, leaning forward and giving him access to her tits. He licked, nibbled and lightly spanked her ass.
“Harder,” she groaned. “Harder spanks.”
He grabbed her ass, kept fucking and then spanked her harder with well-placed slaps. She loved the intensity of his cock pumping furiously, the sting of his hands and the sensations of the sun dancing warmly over her body and the breeze cooling it at the same time.
“Oh, wow,” she groaned and leaned in for a kiss. His mouth opened and she worked her tongue inside, wrestling with his and letting go of all the stress that had been building in her for months.
Tears welled up inside and threatened to break through in a way that was therapeutic. “I need this.”
Rourke held her tightly, squinted as his orgasm built and his cock kept probing. His thoughts went blank and he was taken into a different world as he cried out, coming hard while pounding her before he went soft.
Cassie reached to her pussy, ran a finger along her clit and stiffened, then relaxed and stiffened again as waves of arousal washed through her. Her entire body and mind were electrified.
She sighed and panted as her orgasm coursed through her, radiating from deep inside and moving through her legs and up her chest and into her mind. She stiffened again and she was no longer in control of the sensual eroticism taking over. It was mind blowing and then she heard the sounds of the birds again, Rourke’s satisfied breathing, and the gentle wind rustling leaves.
She rolled off his body and lay alongside him, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The sun had shifted position when she woke with Rourke lying next to her and one arm wrapped over her back.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
“I did. And you?”
“Not really. I was busy.”
“Doing what?”
He grinned. “Looking at you.” He kissed her and she rolled over. His movements were fluid as he moved to kiss her tits and lick her nipples. “I think it’s going to be time for dinner soon.”
“We have to get dressed?”
“If we’re going back to camp, then, yeah.”
“By the way, you’re invited to dinner,” she told him.
“I’ll take you up on it.” He kissed her on the forehead, stood, and started dressing. “I’m going to be hungry again real soon.”
“Hungry again?”
“Yes,” he pulled on his shirt and shorts then sat to pull on his socks and hiking boots. “Absolutely. There’s a part of you I haven’t tasted yet.”
She sat up and then stood. He gathered her clothes, gently pulled her shorts up her legs, and fitted her tank top over her breasts.
“I know. I’d love for you to feast on me some more,” said Cassie, wincing as she moved. “Ugh, the ankle.”
“Hang on.” He cinched his pack over his shoulders, picked her up and cradled her, determined to make it up the hill. “I’m always motivated by a meal.”
She smiled and relaxed, looking forward to the bumpy ride in his arms.