I don’t know about you, but my sense of direction is non-existent.   I rely totally on GPS when I’m walking and a satnav in the car, so setting off on a walking holiday, on my own, without backup was probably foolhardy.  Or maybe not.

I set off with great confidence across a beautiful and apparently uninhabited plain – if asked, I probably wouldn’t even have been able to tell you which state I was in, but I felt free for a short time away from the humdrum of everyday life.

As the sun began to set, I pitched my tent and set up my phone to charge from the little solar panel which should catch the early morning sunlight before I woke.  After a snack supper that required no culinary skills, I fell into my sleeping bag and into a deep sleep, probably from all the fresh air and exercise.

Waking in the morning, I discovered that the phone had not charged and that the mini solar panel was defunct.  Where was I?  I had no idea, not even the way back to known safety.

I had spotted a clump of trees and heard water the night before, so I decided to have a wash and think about what to do next.

Rounding the trees to find a way into the water, I spotted a chestnut-brown horse tied to a tree and decided secretly to check who was there, in case it was time to clear out before being spotted.

Creeping closer, I could spy a girl bathing in the pool and enjoying the rushing water of the stream that ran through it.  All I could see was her head and flowing, streaked hair – young and pretty for sure.

Rather than disturb her, I decided to watch and wait.  I could always ask where I was and how to find my way when she came out of the water.

After splashing around for a while, she eventually climbed out onto a rock, and I could see she was totally naked.  My heart stopped and then decided it was necessary to help reflect my growing reaction to this gorgeous creature.

She climbed onto a large rock to dry off after first squatting to admire nature and enjoy her surroundings.  The sight of her bare backside was almost too much for me, and I couldn’t move.

Lying on the rock allowed me to see her whole body, perfectly proportioned and topped with the most perfect breasts I could remember.  I waited.

I rather think she dozed for a while but then woke gently and started to touch herself – nipples at first, and after a slight moan that carried above the sound of the stream, one hand drifted down as if driven by some invisible force to what appeared to be her shaved pussy.

Slowly, she stroked herself, lifting her bum up from time to time in response to the feeling she was giving herself, before her other hand moved from her breast, down to fuck herself with her fingers while still rubbing her clit.

It didn’t take long, and a captivating cry was all that was needed to tell me that she had enjoyed a truly delicious orgasm.  I will never forget that moment.

After a short rest, she rose and started to dress.  Nearly my moment to ‘happen upon the scene’ as if nothing had occurred, but all she did was slip on a thong, walk barefoot to the horse and trot slowly away.  Lady Godiva would have been devastated at being so upstaged.

Not quite knowing what to do next, and sporting an erection, and who can blame me, I decided to follow this divine vision and see if a better moment arose to ask her where I was.

Eventually, she arrived at some stables, and after releasing the horse into a field with its grey companion, she disappeared into the barn.

Assuming she was dressing, I thought this was the moment to say hello and ask for help.  Entering the gap in the slightly open barn door, I was stunned to see her, one hand on her hip and the other with the thong held up on her fingertip and her head tilted with a quizzical smile on her beautiful face.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” she said, her American accent sultry and sexy.

“Er …” was the only sound I could produce.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she continued her questioning.

“So you knew?”

“I saw your tent last night and hoped to tempt you out this morning; so that worked!”

“I watched you swim and didn’t want to disturb you to ask for help, but you climbed out naked, so I waited.  But I think it was the most erotic and beautiful sight I have ever seen – I am torn between the vision of you masturbating and the eroticism of your nakedness on the horse.  I was spellbound and still am!”

She looked me up and down as if appraising a thoroughbred and made a decision.

In her deepest, sexiest voice, she said, “It’s lonely living out here, and although I was really turned on knowing you were watching me wank, I really need a good fucking before I help you find your way.”

Without waiting in case she changed her mind, I stripped off my clothes, and followed that amazing backside up into the hayloft.  We looked each other up and down, both in appreciation and anticipation before our limbs became a tangle of heat and lust.

Suddenly, she swung round and with her bum and pussy inches from my face, she took my cock in her hand and started to stroke me, before her head disappeared to engulf it in her sweet mouth.

“Whoa!”  I gasped, "It will all be over too soon if you keep that up.”

“You’ll recover, and it’s my turn next,” she chuckled.

With her hands cupping my balls and her head bobbing on my cock, it was not long before I shot streams of cum into her eager mouth, which she swallowed with apparent delight.

Taking the hint, I raised my head enough to savour the sweetness of her dripping pussy and did my best to trigger her orgasm, and when one of my fingers dipped into her arse, she came like a steam train, her juices flooding my face.

She giggled – I love that!  We lay side-by-side and chatted about the chance meeting and how it had led to all this.

“I’d better be going,” I said.

“No fucking way!” she snapped back.  “You haven’t fucked me yet!”

With a big grin, I replied that she needed to give me a few minutes to recover, at which point she swivelled round and knelt on her hands and knees with her perfect rump in the air, daring me to delay what she wanted and needed.

That’s all it took, and I knelt behind her, and with my cock like a heat-seeking missile finding its target, I slipped it easily into her tight, but wet little pussy.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she gasped, tightening her cunt muscles around me.

Undaunted, I built up the speed, only too grateful that I had come once already, or I would have wasted the best moment of my life.

“Keep going … harder … faster,” she yelled out her instructions.

“I’m going to cum,” we both gurgled at the same time, and I could feel the pulses of her muscles around my cock triggering me to fill her cunt with my cum.

What more can I say?  I had been a voyeur to such a beautiful solo masturbation, she had been the exhibitionist she loves, knowing I was watching, and we had both had a beautiful lovemaking session, and it was lovemaking, not just fucking, to remember for a lifetime.