Nerves and excitement ate me alive as I drove along the narrow road. My eyes darted side to side as I got farther up, looking out for my Mr. America. Then I spotted him, standing at the edge of the path. Wow, I thought. He was even more handsome in person. Way out of my league. Fuck it, though; I was already too invested to back out. Standing in his blue flannel shirt, top buttons open, chest hair on show. Brown curls dishevelled, pushed back off his forehead. He oozed testosterone. Oof, I already wanted to lick his face. I opened up the passenger window as I pulled up beside him and tried to be funny. 'How much for an hour?' internally cringing at my appalling humour, but he got in anyway. I leaned in instinctually for a hug to say hello. Maybe that was a bit much, I thought as I sat back. Not everyone does hugs. But he didn’t pull away from it. Touch is a good icebreaker. We set off, driving in the direction of the mountains. I half expected a bit of awkward silence, but conversation with Nick was easy. We talked nonsense most of the drive. Like picking up where the messages had left off. He had the prettiest eyes; I wish I didn't have to pay attention to the road. As beautiful as the scenery was, I could pull my gaze away from his face. 

The city melted away to fields; the fields morphed into mountains, with sparkling lakes scattered around their bases. Eventually the road narrowed enough to just fit one car. A few more bends and the small grass verge came into view. I pulled up, second-guessing if it was still a good idea. Maybe he wouldn't like it here. Maybe he was gonna think I was a total weirdo. But maybe it takes another weirdo to agree to meet a stranger to go skinny-dipping in a waterfall in the middle of nowhere. 

The day ended up being warmer than expected. The sun was out, and it made the whole place look so beautiful. Like something out of a postcard. We changed shoes, and I grabbed the bag with towels. I wanted to kiss him there, against the car, but I thought that might be coming on too strong. I tried to tell myself to have a little patience. I led him through the fields, over the fence, and across the steep rocks until eventually, we came out at the base of the waterfall. There was a small, deep pool of water surrounded by high rock walls. Total privacy. Water cascaded down the tall rock face, filling the small space below with a turbulent roar.

The plan was to skinny dip, and then fuck out in the open in this beautiful place. But now that we were there, fear crept in a little. It's a daunting thing to take your clothes off with a stranger. Naked and vulnerable is scary. What if they don't like what they see? Or they change their mind. Or they judge parts of your body. I put all my own inner criticisms through his eyes for a second and almost backed out. But there was something about him that made me feel weirdly comfortable. So I said fuck it, and pulled off my clothes without thinking too much more about it. Threw them to the side and smiled at him. Fake confidence is my specialty. Pretend you’re brave, and it gets you to the same place as real courage.

I knew the water would be freezing and unevenly rocky. So I stepped carefully for a second, then threw myself into the murky brown pool. The adrenaline kept me from giving in to the cold too much, but I could feel my skin tingling. I swam out a little, then turned around. The view when I looked back made me feel like one of those cartoon characters, tongue rolls out of mouth, awoooga eyes, puddle of drool under my chin.

Nick stood at the edge of the water, like a chiselled statue of a god, speckled with tattoos. He must have taken his clothes off while I was swimming. I couldn't stop staring at him. His body was as beautiful as his face. Seeing his strong, muscular arms, shoulders, legs, and chest covered in hair, I wanted to get out and just go put my hands all over him. I let my eyes trace down further. He had joked so much beforehand about his small dick. Ha! What a liar. I don’t usually eat much processed meat, but that wiener looked too good to pass up. I could feel my insides flutter thinking about it. Add to that his sense of humour, and his impeccable taste in music, and i knew i was in trouble. Big Trouble. I don’t know how i got so lucky to have him here with me now, the gods must be looking favourably on me. Thanks, guys.

I didn't want to stare and make him feel uncomfortable, so I tried to keep eye contact instead as he braved the cold water. His courage lasted about a minute until he had to get out. Can't all be as brave as me, I guess. But I knew if I stayed in too much longer, I'd start to shiver. So I followed him out, and we dried off. Still nobody around for miles. I stood in front of him, half wrapped in my towel; I wanted so bad to touch his skin, pull him in, and kiss him. The thought of that alone gave me butterflies.

My nipples were hard, not just from the cold of the water, but they ached to have his hands on them. I could feel myself getting wetter, and couldn't take it any longer. I leaned up to kiss him, throwing my hands up onto the back of his neck. His mouth was warm and soft against mine. My hands slowly reached up into his hair, tangling my fingers in his curls, pulling him in closer. Fuck, I love a good kiss. I could feel myself melt to goo as the world around us fell away.

We hadn't put our clothes back on after drying off, and I could feel his bare skin against mine. I kept one hand firmly at the back of his neck, and let the fingertips of my other hand slowly trace a line down his spine. Keeping contact, they grazed across his impressive glutes that i definitely wasn’t jealous of, at all. And from there, I snaked my hand gently up his side, and let myself feel the impressive bulge of his shoulders. I kissed him lightly in the crease of his collarbone, and then slowly licked a path to the base of his neck. My free hand moved to his arm, tickling down his biceps, then onto his chest. My palm rested there for a moment, fingers spreading through his coarse hair. I kissed my way up the side of his neck until I met the edge of his jaw, and followed it back to his mouth. I let my hand glide up to his face, stroking the side of his cheek and dragging my fingertips through his rugged beard.

He had his strong arms around me, holding me steady, and I could feel his hands slowly move from my back down to my butt. They were warm against my cold skin. His fingers dug into the flesh of my cheeks, squeezing hard. I wanted them all over me. I had spent the last two weeks thinking about this, having him here, ripping his clothes off, and having him take me right there out in the open. It felt a little surreal to be happening. 

I was aware of his penis brushing up against me, and now I needed to touch it. I let my hand fall down his chest, across his abs, and reached for his balls, cupping them in my hand gently. I rolled them slowly in my fingers, then slid my hand up onto his dick. Buttery-soft skin in stark contrast to rock-solid hardness. He was bigger than average, and beautifully proportioned. I pulled my hand to my mouth for a second, licked my palm wet enough to lube it up, and then went right back to him. I kept my grip light, moving up and down slowly. I was trying to focus on him, but then I felt his hand move between my legs. Goodbye concentration. His fingers ran back and forth along my wet, warm folds, and after a minute of teasing, he buried them deep inside me. It felt so good; I moaned a little as he kept going.

The need to feel his dick inside me took over. I reluctantly pulled away from his kiss and took him by the hand over to a large boulder. It was the only thing around that would work. The floor was a carpet of uneven rocks, and I figured we would need a solid surface. I threw my towel over the edge of it to try and make it a little more comfortable, then pulled Nick in to kiss again for a minute, getting wetter at the thought of what was to come. He was a really good kisser.

I wish I’d had the patience to draw it out longer. But my body craved him. I turned around, leaning over the rock, and pulled him closer as I raised my hips up a little, inviting him to take me from behind. I held my breath and gripped the rock as I felt the warm, swollen head of his penis push up against me, rubbing himself up and down on my wet, hungry pussy. I would freeze that moment and live there. There's something so hot about that moment right before, feeling him just about to push in deep inside. Maximum anticipation, maybe. I could feel my insides get warm and feel deliciously full as he first thrust himself all the way into me. My god, it felt so fucking good.

He started slow and steady, in and almost all the way out, over and over again, teasing me. His hands held my hips steady as he impaled me. I loved the feeling of the head of his penis entering me over and over again. He sped up a little now, and I could feel his hands reach around and find their way to my boobs, fingers lightly pinching my nipples. I tried to match his rhythm now, and push back into him with each thrust, letting him get as deep as I could take. This was heaven. It was just us, his body against mine, in this hidden little space. One of his hands reached for mine, and we locked palms, our fingers intertwined. My other hand grabbed onto his arm, holding him tighter to me. I loved feeling him slide in and out of me, again and again; my head was swimming. I had to make a conscious effort to remember to look around to make sure there was still nobody around. Though I don't know if that would have stopped us now. 

I wondered if Nick was enjoying the view, the beauty of the place we were in, and me naked, bent over a rock. Thinking about that turned me on even more. 

In the lead-up to meeting, he had warned he probably wouldn't last so long the first time, so I’d promised he could go to town on me if he wanted. Get the first one in for himself, go ham. I knew as much as I'd thoroughly enjoyed getting fucked out here, I wasn't going to finish outdoors. He stopped for a second, letting me know he was getting close, and asked me where I wanted it. I didn't really care; I needed a shower when we were done here anyway, so he could let loose wherever he wished.

We kissed again for a moment, then he turned me around and rammed himself back inside my aching pussy. Thrusting harder and faster now. I could almost feel the hard, cold rock pinch and scrape my skin as we got lost in it. I'd find the bruises later, totally worth it. Faster, faster, harder, so hard I could feel him hit deep. Almost pain, but still felt so good. Hands reached for my nipples again; he pounded me hard against the rock. I reached a hand back to feel more of his skin on me. After a minute, he quickly pulled back out, leaving my pussy empty and wanting more. Then I felt his warm, wet load shoot onto my back, drip down to my ass, and run along the back of my thigh as he came. Holy fuck, that was perfect.

I turned around, smiled at him, and we stood for a minute, just touching and kissing slow and gentle, and all I could think about was how I couldn't wait to get him home and go again. With my heart rate getting back to normal, I was slowly starting to feel the cold. I knew we only had so much time to play with, and I was far from done with him. So we reluctantly got dressed and scrambled back out the way we came, across the rocks, through the field.

Such a gentleman Nick was, he even pulled a blood-sucking tick off me on the walk back. I volunteered a full body inspection when we got back to the car. Just to be safe. Definitely not just another excuse to look at his body all over. It was totally well-intentioned, for safety. One more big drive, I thought, and then I’ll eat him up.