Cassie's Bare Naked Bear Hug

A scary dip in the swimming hole led to a shocker

photo: MetArt

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.