Here is the story that I alluded to in my last post, this is the one about the guns and the desert and the photos. Actually, if I had to pick a category for this story it would be the first time for outdoor, ‘public’ sex; the other things are really tangent to that.
Ostensibly it was a day trip for some hiking and a bit of target practice. I have a favorite spot in the desert, about an hour’s drive from my house. It’s a gorgeous stretch of desert, perfect for hiking (although it broils in the summertime), and deserted enough for some shooting. I love this piece of desert, I head out there fairly often, now after this story I have another reason to think fondly of it. Although it was a hike and a picnic, followed by some target practice, I also had it in mind as an excellent place for outdoor sex, for the same reason it’s good for target practice. It’s in the middle of nowhere.
We started with the hike and picnic in one of the more picturesque spots, and then headed further down the road to my shooting spot. It’s even more deserted than the hiking spot; parking the truck we hiked a short ways down into a ravine. The spot is in the bottom of this deep ravine, shooting into the embankment. Two gray scratchy army blankets spread out on the ground for both us and the guns.
About the time the clothes started coming off, I decided it was time for a few more photos. The first batch was Minou wearing lingerie with the shotgun, desert in the background. It was an excellent start.
I laid her back on that scratchy blanket, somehow appropriate for the setting, kissing her as we lay in that ravine, desert all around us, blue sky above. The breeze caressing our bodies, every inch of skin exposed to the air and the sun’s rays. My tongue moved downward until it was right where she wanted it, staying there until she came hard. I keep that image in my memory, her naked and lying back on that gray blanket, head pillowed on a fleece, the view around us, her taste combined with the distinct desert smell of the air. We switched places. It was incredible looking up into the endless blue sky, and feeling the breeze on my skin, all of my skin. I looked around and soaked up the sight of desert, the ravine walls, the blue sky, while she was deliciously naked and caressing my balls. What an excellent image.
I flipped her over onto her back and slid myself into her. It didn’t matter that the ground was hard under my knees or that there were gnats flying about, in the end it only added to the experience. At the time it was easily the most erotic experience of late; it was one of those first time fantasy experiences.
Afterward we lay on the blanket, just enjoying each other, enjoying being naked in the open air. I enjoy being naked, so does she. This definitely pushed the envelope of my comfort zone, but it was awesome. No doubt about it. It’s really a trip feeling the breeze over your entire body. Knowing that you’re just out there in the open, despite being out in the middle of nowhere, it’s still a trip. Nudists at heart. It’s a shame that it seems most nudists don’t realize that they’re nudists until they reach retirement age, I’m just saying.
We talked at the time that we probably just got ourselves hooked on a risky behavior that we couldn’t wait to try again. It’s just trouble waiting to happen.
To finish things out there were a few more photos. She felt it was time for some naked Lance in the desert with the shotgun, those turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself. However in my mind the finest photo to come out of the excursion were from the next set. There’s one of KK wearing only panties with the barrel of a revolver stuck through the waistband, the light at that magical sunset hour, the desert ravine in the background; she’s wearing a grin that’s half smile half smirk. It’s classic.
The remainder of the sunset we watched off the tailgate of the truck. Sun setting over the desert, my arm around her.
I still smile and shake my head at myself, outdoor, public sex. Pretty nuts.
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