Together, we climbed along the cliffs. A hot, sunny day, perspiring heavily, sweat soaked our clothing, drawing my T-shirt tight against my well-formed breasts and your T-shirt across your hardened chest. Our canteens emptied. We came to the peak and saw below us a pond, 30 yards in diameter. Quickly, but carefully, we moved down toward the pond, in need of both water and rest under the shade of the tall oak trees that stood beside it. As you walked behind me, you see my shorts tight against my body, my legs finely-muscled yet femine. Setting our backpacks down underneath the trees, we moved to the pond, our canteens in hand and wordless thoughts on our minds. We filled our canteens and then you carefully poured water into my mouth, refilling my body and refreshing my spirit. Sated, I returned the favor, carefully guiding the water into you mouth, washing out the dry, salty taste and replacing it with the breath of nature. I poured water across your face, then down first your chest and your back. Your own nipples, tender to the touch, hardened immediately and the water left your organ silhouetted inside your blue jeans shortened for hiking.....

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