A free-spirited gal takes a former city slicker to the great outdoors — and unlocks his wild side.

Recently, I discovered what being an outdoorsman really entails. A few years ago, if someone had asked me if I was one, I would have shrugged my shoulders and said, “Sure, I guess so.” Ever since I was a Boy Scout, I’ve enjoyed tramping through the woods and swimming in ponds. I’ve hunted and fished and done some camping, but it was all on weekends or vacations, nothing serious. Now, however, I see that my former outdoor activities were strictly kids’ stuff.

You see, a few years ago I went through a major life change. I was the stereotypical man in the gray flannel suit with my boring job in the city, riding the railroad diligently every morning and reading the business section of the paper as I sipped tepid coffee. My marriage was just okay. Not exactly skyrockets in flight, but it wasn’t Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? either. My wife and I got along fine, but it took us 10 years to realize that something was missing, and we had an amicable parting of the ways.

At 35, I was at a crossroads and needed to make a change. I started by taking a lower-paying but far more emotionally satisfying job near the semi-rural town where I now live. I began exercising more and quickly lost 10 pounds, and used the extra time I’d previously spent commuting to get involved with a group of local people who liked to take day hikes. That’s how I met Cheryl.

I hadn’t done any dating since I split with my wife, not feeling the need to rush back into things. So I was really surprised when Cheryl asked me out! She is a good 10 years younger than me and an absolute knockout: a doe-eyed, athletic go-getter. Her long chestnut-brown hair is streaked with blonde, and her dark eyes always have a hint of mischief in them. I was gaga at first sight and mystified that she sent any attention my way. But I’m sure glad she did.

Cheryl lives to be outdoors. She has a job at a local wildlife refuge and thus spends almost every minute of her workday in the wilderness. There she does things like counting endangered species or helping relocate animals deeper into the wild, away from civilization. She can identify almost every bit of flora that we come across in our hikes, and she knows the calls for every bird that’s indigenous to North America.

For our first few dates, we did what most couples do — go to dinner, the movies, stuff like that. Though her usual uniform was khakis and hiking boots, she looked damn good in a slinky red dress the night I took her dancing. When the time came for us to be intimate, we christened our relationship in an old-fashioned four-poster bed in her little cabin tucked in the woods. We explored every inch of one another that night, and I marveled at her luminescent natural beauty.

Though things were going well, I could tell she wasn’t completely satisfied with our relationship, and I thought I knew what she needed: a getaway. Though I was willing to wait for her to tell me in her own time, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to urge her on a little bit. I mentioned I had some vacation time coming up at the end of summer, and she patiently waited me out. “Where do you want to go?” I asked.

“Shenandoah,” was her answer.

Cheryl loved Shenandoah National Park. She tried to get there at least once a year, and not just for the scenic three-hour cruise down Skyline Drive. No, she liked to get off the road and camp out. That was fine by me. I’m no Grizzly Adams, but I’m capable of spending a few nights in a tent and a sleeping bag, especially if I get to snuggle up with a girl like Cheryl.

We left on a beautifully sunny day. Cheryl drove, and we headed down Skyline Drive from the north entrance and followed the road for about 50 miles. It’s really a beautiful trip. The speed limit is something like 35 mph, so you can take your sweet time and enjoy the scenery. It seems like every mile or so there’s an overlook that allows you a breathtaking view of the valley.

Finally, Cheryl found the spot where she wanted to park. It was late afternoon, and she said we had a few miles or so to hike to our campsite. I shouldered the heavy backpack she’d stuffed full of provisions and followed her as she ambled nimbly down an embankment, shuffling through bramble and brush. It was a pretty steep slope, and it took me a moment to adjust the weight of the back on my back. I didn’t tumble headfirst, though, somehow managing to stay upright. Eventually, we hit a path, and I followed Cheryl as she hiked down it. The descent was fairly easy, made all the more pleasant by the view of her firm legs. There were also the sights, sounds and smells of the forest around me. We had only been hiking 15 minutes, yet I felt like I was completely away from civilization.

It was starting to get dark when Cheryl announced we had reached our campsite. Rules about where people can camp in the park are pretty stringent and a permit is necessary, but Cheryl had been there before and took care of all that. We pitched our tent — which was really nothing more than an oblong nylon cube — heated up our camp stove and enjoyed a dinner of franks and beans. Then we just kicked back and looked up at the stars, talking for hours about everything and nothing.

Eventually, it was time to turn in. After making sure our food was strung up so bears couldn’t get at it, we climbed inside a double-size sleeping bag and huddled together in our little cocoon. Since it was fairly warm, we were in shorts and T-shirts. I was lying on my side, and Cheryl was behind me, spooned up against my back. Soon I was dozing off, thinking how nice it was to have her warm body next to mine, and then I felt her hand snaking over my hip and closer to my groin.

“What are you doing?” I whispered as her fingers circled around my crotch and grabbed hold of my thickening cock through my shorts.

Shushing me, Cheryl started fondling my dick and balls. She pulled my erection out of my clothes and then pushed me onto my back before sliding down inside the unzipped sleeping bag. I soon felt her lips wrap around my cockhead. As it was pitch black, I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I knew a blowjob when I felt one.

Normally when a girl is sucking my cock I’m looking right at her. I enjoy watching and making eye contact while her lips slide up and down my pole. But I couldn’t do that in the darkness, and I realized my other senses were free to experience what was going on around me. I could hear all the untamed sounds of the forest — the peepers, the crickets, the swaying boughs of the pine trees. I could smell the pine, too, just like the air freshener in my car, only stronger and sweeter and more natural. And, of course, there was the amazing feeling of Cheryl’s tongue, teeth and fingers on my cock and balls.

The air in the tent grew warm as I fell into a reverie, completely immersed in Cheryl’s warm mouth as well as the chirping, the peeping and the whispering of the wind. It wasn’t long before an orgasm welled up within me. Seeming to emanate from my entire body, it then concentrated in my balls and bubbled up out of my cock. It washed over me quickly and powerfully, but Cheryl was ready and made small grunting noises as she swallowed my load. Then she moved back up and snuggled against me, whispering into my ear, “Sorry, but sleeping outside makes me very horny. I couldn’t resist.”

“Sorry?” I replied. “Nothing to be sorry about.” I then started rubbing her leg. “Anything I can do for you?”

I heard her snigger, so I took over. I walked my fingers up her leg to her stomach and deftly slid the waistband of her shorts down. I could smell the aroma of her excitement and then felt the heat and wetness of her cunt as I sank two fingers deep inside. She moaned as I finger-fucked her, rubbing my thumb against her clit. She was seeping like a spring, drenching my hand, and it wasn’t very long before she bucked against me and came. She trembled as I held her, and before I knew it I was fast asleep, exhausted from the day’s activities.

The next morning we awoke with the sun, had some breakfast and then continued our hike. Cheryl told me we were headed for Naked Creek. I laughed, and she shot me a look — not one of disapproval at my immaturity, but more of a “you don’t know what’s in store for you, buster” look. Soon I heard the sounds of the bubbling water, and after pushing through a thicket, there it was.

It was fairly substantial for a creek, more like a small, shallow river. Cheryl sat on the bank and pulled off her boots and socks, and then stepped into the water. “Ooh, it feels good,” she said.

“It’s not too cold?” I asked before taking off my boots and socks.

“No, it’s very refreshing,” she called out, kicking the water with her long, slender feet.

“There was this delightful sprite, prancing around me in the altogether.”

I joined her, and after a minute or two the water felt fine. We chased each other a bit, and it was great to act like a kid. Finding a nice flat rock in the middle of the creek, we stood on it, feeling the breeze slowly caress us. No one else was around, so I held her in my arms and gave her a deep French kiss. She reciprocated by wiggling her tongue into my mouth, and damn if I didn’t get a hard-on standing on that rock in the middle of Naked Creek.

Then Cheryl took a step back, crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and in a swift motion pulled it off, dropping it to the side. Her bra followed, and she was topless. Before I could even react she took a quick look around her and then kicked out of her khakis. Her underwear went next. In just a few moments she had stripped completely nude.

She grinned at me and began skipping across the creek. I stood like a statue on the rock, my cock still hard. I must have appeared ridiculous, because Cheryl looked back at me and laughed out loud.

“What’s the matter? You’ve never skinny-dipped before?”

I had to stop and think, and the answer was no. Incredibly, I had never been naked and outside at the same time, other than an outdoor shower at a campground. But there was this delightful wood sprite, prancing around me in the altogether, her nipples at attention, and I was ready to redress some previous wrongs!

I took a look around, not wanting to be nabbed by a park ranger, and quickly joined Cheryl in her nudity. When my boxer shorts pooled around my ankles, I felt a sensation that’s difficult to describe as anything but totally invigorating. The combination of the gentle breeze, the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the water was a recipe for sexual reawakening. My cock bobbed as I chased Cheryl across the creek. She splashed water on me and that slowed me down, at least for a moment.

After getting accustomed to the water, I was able to wade in up to my waist, the silty bottom squishing between my toes. Cheryl cozied up to me, and we kissed while the sounds of twittering birds echoed in the background. She got frisky and grabbed my cock, which had flagged due to the temperature of the water. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and we pressed against one another.

“I don’t think anything’s going to happen in this water,” she murmured. So, after grabbing our discarded clothing from the rock, she led me across the creek to a mossy spot on the bank. It was nice and soft and shady, and it was fairly well secluded from anyone who might walk by on the other side of the creek.

We huddled together and rubbed our chilled legs against each other. Once again Cheryl had her hands on my cock, and it slowly regained consciousness. I had other ideas, though, seeing her naked body lying before me. I made a quick move, and she opened her thighs, so I took a quick swipe of her pussy with my tongue and tasted the creek water. After a few more well-placed licks, though, I tasted a different liquid. Placing her feet on my shoulders, Cheryl reclined fully, eager to let me do my work.

At first it felt a little funny to be crouched on my knees with my ass fully exposed to the open air. But then this wave of intoxication came over me. My face was fully focused on Cheryl’s wet cunt, and I lapped up her nectar as I buzz-sawed her clit and rubbed my fingers over her red labia. All I felt beneath me was the soft moss. I got completely lost in the moment. No session of cunnilingus in a bedroom could approach the rich sensations of that experience.

Cheryl was digging it, too. She’s very orgasmic, and it didn’t take me long to push her to the edge. Though I made her dangle there for a while, teasing her by letting up and taking her breasts into my mouth while I finger-fucked her. Her nipples were as dark red and as bumpy as raspberries. I could tell she wanted to scream, but being in the outdoors, we both kept a respectful silence. Nevertheless, she couldn’t keep completely quiet when she finally came, squeezing her thighs around my ears as I once again tongued her puffy clit.

“I lined up my cock with her pussy lips and parted them with one thrust.”

My face coated with her excitement, I lay back against her and felt the shivers that still ran through her body. Then she noticed I was at full-staff and once again stroked my cock. After licking it from tip to balls, she squatted above me and skewered herself on my spike. I looked straight up at the sun filtering through the oak leaves, and that weird rush overcame me again. I almost felt like I was spinning, and when a gust of wind came up I could imagine that we were both floating in the treetops. But Cheryl kept me tethered to the earth, slamming her hips down on me as I thrust myself upward, meeting each of her downward movements.

After a few minutes she got up off me and announced softly, “I want you to fuck me doggy-style.”

We repositioned ourselves, and I took a moment to appreciate her ass as it waved at me. I lined up my cock with her shiny pussy lips and parted them with one sure thrust. Cheryl grunted, and I imagined that we were two wild animals, rutting the way nature intended. Never before had we fucked quite so savagely. I grabbed hold of her long dark hair and held it firmly as I pounded her. I could tell she liked that, so I tugged a bit harder and somehow managed to fill more of her channel with my cock. I felt her cunt muscles squeeze me and then there I was, exploding like a bursting dam. I emptied my load inside her as my groans echoed in the vast forest.

The rest of the day was spent on a long nature walk. It included such spectacular sights as a sparkling waterfall and a whitetail deer having lunch only a few feet away from our own picnic. We took our time, and occasionally our unquenched ardor got the better of us and we would stop to fool around a bit. But following our post-swim interlude, we managed to keep our clothes on — at least, until we got back to camp.

“I emptied my load inside her as my groans echoed in the vast forest.”

It was nearly dusk, so we cuddled together. It would have been nice to have a campfire, but that’s not allowed in the Shenandoah backcountry. Cheryl told me that after having sex outdoors for the first time — back when she was in college — she became hooked. She sensed I might be a little uptight about it and wanted to take me to the right setting for my first time instead of settling for the backyard. This park was a favorite spot of hers, she confessed.

“So, I’m not the first guy you’ve brought to Naked Creek?” I teased her.

“No, but I hope this is the first of many visits with you,” she answered.

I responded with a long, deep kiss, and as the stars grew brighter and the sky grew darker, I removed my fantastic girlfriend’s clothing until she was once again naked. Then I stripped down as well, and we snaked together on top of our open sleeping bag. This time we fucked slowly, in the missionary position, sucking on each other’s tongues as I rhythmically thrust my cock in and out of her silken pussy.

We both came twice before finally turning in. The rest of our time at Shenandoah was spent taking more hikes and another trip to Naked Creek, where we were able once more to go au naturel and make love with nothing but the sky overhead.

By the time we packed up and headed for home, I was ready for clean sheets and food that wasn’t freeze-dried or from a can. But I’ll never forget how it felt to be naked and free in the great outdoors.

Cheryl’s already circled the days on the calendar for our next adventure.