Wildfire in the Soul

The scent of pine needles and damp earth clung to the air as we plunged deeper into the wilderness, the relentless sun beating down on our backs. It had been years since we’d last ventured this far off the established trails, a deliberate choice fueled by a shared yearning for something raw, untamed, and utterly uninhibited. We'd always found solace in the solitude of the mountains, a space where the weight of the world seemed to diminish with every upward step. But this time, there was a different kind of anticipation humming beneath our skin, a primal excitement born from a memory that had taken root and blossomed within me.

The falls were as picturesque as I remembered, a delicate cascade tumbling over moss-covered rocks into a clear, cool basin. It wasn't the grand spectacle of a massive waterfall, but it was intimate, secluded, and perfect for our desires. Setting up camp felt almost ritualistic, a reaffirmation of our connection and a preparation for the indulgence that awaited. We stripped down to our bathing suits, the cool air instantly raising goosebumps on our skin, a delightful contrast to the heat of the day. The feeling of liberation was intoxicating, the absence of clothing amplifying every sense.

As the sun began to dip behind the peaks, casting long shadows across the forest floor, I turned to my husband, his muscles rippling beneath his wet skin as he emerged from the water. The sight of his naked body, glistening with moisture, sent a shiver through me. It was a familiar sensation, one that always ignited a fire within, but this time, there was an added layer of intensity, a yearning that went beyond mere physical attraction.

“Come on in,” he invited, his voice low and husky. The water, though bracing, couldn't quell the heat that was already building in my core. With a shared glance, we both plunged into the pool, the icy shock momentarily stealing our breath. But as we shook off the water, the temperature quickly faded into insignificance, replaced by a rising tide of anticipation.

He moved with a slow, deliberate grace, his hands tracing the contours of my body, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. The feeling was exquisite, each touch igniting a deeper desire within. I reciprocated, my fingers exploring his back, his shoulders, his chest, drawing out moans of pleasure from his lips. The world around us seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies.

As he leaned closer, his gaze locked onto mine, the heat intensified, becoming almost unbearable. I felt a sharp intake of breath, a sudden surge of awareness, and knew that the moment was upon us. With a silent signal, he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist, drawing me into his embrace. The scent of his skin filled my senses, intoxicating and utterly captivating.

“Ready?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I nodded, unable to speak, my body trembling with anticipation. He shifted his weight, positioning himself perfectly, and then, without hesitation, he plunged his shaft into my waiting flesh. The sensation was immediate, intense, and utterly overwhelming. I arched my back, gasping for air, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

He moved slowly, deliberately, exploring every inch of my body, his touch both gentle and demanding. I responded in kind, squeezing him back, deepening the penetration, pushing him further into my depths. The world narrowed down to the feeling of his muscles against mine, the heat of his body, the exquisite pleasure that coursed through my veins.

As we reached the peak of passion, a powerful wave of release washed over us, leaving us breathless and trembling. We clung to each other, savoring the lingering sensations, lost in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. It felt like an eternity, a timeless moment suspended in the heart of the wilderness.

When the intensity finally subsided, we slowly pulled apart, our bodies slick with sweat and moisture. A shared smile passed between us, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection we had forged. We stood there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, before turning to the side of the rivulet where the boulders and the gentle slope awaited.

As I gazed at the west-facing slab, I felt a surge of confidence, a sense of power that had been dormant within me. It was time to take control, to assert my dominance, to unleash the primal desires that had been simmering beneath the surface. With a playful glint in my eyes, I turned to my husband, awaiting his reaction.

“Hurry, my lover, and be to me as a stag on the mountain of spices!” I commanded, my voice filled with both challenge and invitation.

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, before responding with a playful shove, urging me forward. We walked to the lip of the pool where the water fell over to our campsite below, taking in the majestic view of the forest and valley. As I stood knee-deep, spreading my legs, releasing my grip on him, and bending to place my hands about knee-height on the sparkling sandy slope a few inches from the shore, I felt a surge of anticipation, a sense of anticipation that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He stood behind, waiting, his eyes locked on mine, a silent invitation to step further into the unknown. A look over my right shoulder confirmed his presence, solidifying my resolve. With a big smile, I faced forward, lifted my head to the beautiful scene in front of me, and issued my final command, “Hurry, my lover, and be to me as a stag on the mountain of spices!”

As I gave that command, I knew that I was ready for him, fully prepared to surrender to the primal urges that had led us to this secluded corner of the wilderness. He moved swiftly, his strong hands gripping my butt, pulling me closer, and then, with a final surge of adrenaline, he slid his shaft slowly and smoothly all the way in. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and utterly addictive.

For just a moment, I soaked up the pleasure of the experience, savoring every inch of penetration, every ripple of muscle, every wave of sensation. Then, without hesitation, I squeezed down hard, forcing him to meet me halfway, pushing him further into my depths. The resulting explosion of pleasure sent shivers down my spine, leaving me gasping for air.

As we reached the peak of passion, a powerful wave of release washed over us, leaving us breathless and trembling. We clung to each other, savoring the lingering sensations, lost in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. It felt like an eternity, a timeless moment suspended in the heart of the wilderness.

When the intensity finally subsided, we slowly pulled apart, our bodies slick with sweat and moisture. A shared smile passed between us, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection we had forged. We walked back through the pool for a quick rinse before returning to the camp below to enjoy a nice big glass of lemonade we had left cooling in the stream. The day was warm enough, but between the cool water and dry air, I was beginning to get goosebumps. As I noticed this, he led me over to the big west-facing slab. “Let’s not let you get too cool, honey,” he said and proceeded to lie down on the warm rock. As I went to lie down beside him, he pulled me over on top of him. While I let my head rest on his chest just below his chin, I felt him wiggle his semi-flaccid shaft into my still-gooey-wet opening. Talk about snuggly!

It must have been comfortable; I woke to notice a few things. Nature didn’t just call; she was starting to shout loudly enough to wake me. All that tea at lunch and lemonade after our idyll in the pool were really, really making themselves known. As I started to rise, I realized he was awake too. I had just begun to smile at him and say something when, with a big smile of his own, I felt him start making himself bob up and down inside me without otherwise moving. Oh, that did feel good. I squeezed back, and he reciprocated.

One thing led to another. To my pleasant surprise, I climaxed quickly, and the resulting wave of warmth just went on and on and on. I was rubbing my muff all around, enjoying this post-coital bliss more than usual, when what had actually happened hit me, and I froze. I had just peed all over us, and not just a little but a whole big lot! I had let it all go and then rubbed it in.

Before I could reflexively rise, I felt his hands on my butt, pulling me firmly right back onto his still fully engorged shaft, and he said, “Mmmm, that was nice.”

I pushed myself up on my elbows to look at him and replied, “But I just…”

“Peed?” he finished.

I felt my face heat and just nodded.

“It might have been a bit different, but fresh pee is pretty much a sterile liquid. I thought it was nice, and you sure seemed to enjoy it. And as I’m not quite done yet and there’s no need for you to get up now, what say we stay with the theme and just ‘go with the flow,’ as it were?”

“Well, if you’re going to put it that way…” I giggled, snuggled back up to him, and started gently squeezing. It wasn’t long before I felt him begin to swell inside me.

“How’s that, honey?” he asked.

“Nice,” I murmured, enjoying myself. Soon I could feel just the tip of his shaft moving all about deep within me.

“How about now?” he asked.

“Oh yes, honey. It’s different somehow, but I feel you moving all over in there. Whatever you’re doing, do it some more,” I replied.

I now felt a gentle but insistently feathery push within me following his tip as he moved it about. About the time I noticed this intriguing new sensation, he seemed to fill me as never before, and I squeezed down hard. The sudden flood of warmth spraying down the inside of my thighs told me abruptly what had happened. He held me tightly, stroking in and out a few times before he came.

“I guess it’s okay to ‘go with the flow’ once in a while, don’t you think?” he asked. I could only agree as we went over to the falls to rinse off.

I hope this doesn’t seem too odd or off-putting to too many of you, but… well, it happens, and we have since, once in a great while, done it on purpose when the mood happens to hit us. As I said at the start, I’ve never shared this before but have always wondered if it was just us.

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