Juicy Thighs and Fishing Lies in the Land of the Blue Smoke: Why Old Married Cocks Need Fresh Pussy
The Great American Daddy Hunt: 50 States, 50 Daddies, 50 Weeks. A Sabbatical Sex Scorecard for a Rebellious College Girl.
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The trail looped back toward camp like a lazy river returning to its source, sunlight dappling through the canopy to paint shifting patterns on Cassy's naked skin.
The campsite emerged through the trees, Raymond and Gerald visible by the river's edge, fishing rods extended over the gently flowing water. They turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, their faces lighting up at the sight of Cassy's glorious nakedness returning from the forest like some mythological nymph.
"Successful hike?" Raymond's eyes traveled appreciatively from her jiggling tits to her strong thighs.
Dale's hand landed possessively on her bare ass. "Very educational. Showed her all the local flora and fauna."
A thought suddenly pierced Cassy's contentment like a needle through fabric. "Oh! I haven't taken any pictures yet!"
The men exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them that she couldn't quite interpret.
"Of what?" Dale's brow furrowed.
"Of anything!" Cassy gestured around the campsite. "This is my first camping trip ever, and I haven't documented it at all. No photos for my journal or Instagram or anything."
Waxed Kitty Waterfall Waltz (No Wives Allowed)
She hurried to the tent, bending at the waist to reach for her backpack resting near the entrance zipper — a position that displayed her pink slit to the appreciative audience behind her. Her fingers closed around her smartphone, pulling it free from the small pocket where she'd stashed it for safekeeping.
The "No Service" indicator glared from the top of her screen, a reminder of their isolation from the digital world.
"Would you take some pictures of me at the waterfall?" She turned to Dale, holding out her phone. "Nothing I can post right now anyway, but I want to remember this."
Dale accepted the device with a bemused expression. "Sure thing, princess. Though I doubt any of us will forget this weekend anytime soon."
Gerald pushed himself up from his fishing chair, his movement sending ripples across his substantial belly beneath his fishing shirt. "Waterfall photo shoot? Count me in. Fish ain't biting anyway."
"Me too." Raymond reeled in his line with practiced efficiency. "Always appreciate a reason to visit the falls again."
The four of them followed the riverside trail, Cassy leading the procession in her purple boots, three pairs of old male eyes fixed on her swaying buttocks and the hypnotic bounce of her heavy breasts with each step. The waterfall's roar grew louder as they approached, the air growing noticeably cooler with proximity to the cascade.
When they reached the waterfall pool, sunlight filtered through the mist to create shimmering rainbows above the churning water. Cassy handed her phone to Dale before removing her boots and picking her way carefully across the rocks toward the falls.
"Wait, wait." Dale held up a hand. "Let me get some shots of you entering the water. Walk in slowly."
Cassy complied, stepping deliberately into the pool, the cold water rising gradually up her shapely calves, past her knees, to her juicy thighs. Dale's finger repeatedly pressed the capture button, documenting each inch of her submersion into the crystal-clear water. Behind him, Raymond and Gerald watched with the rapt attention of art critics at a gallery opening.
"Perfect! Now go under the falls." Dale directed her with the authority of a professional photographer, though his focus seemed less on composition and more on capturing every possible angle of her glistening body.
The waterfall's power massaged her shoulders as Cassy positioned herself beneath the cascade. Water sluiced down her naked form, plastering her blonde hair to her scalp and back. She raised her hands strategically — one arm across her succulent tits, the other hand covering her waxed kitty — creating the illusion of modesty while still revealing most of her tantalizing curves.
"Why cover up now?" Gerald called over the roar of the water. "Bit late for shyness, isn't it?"
"It's for the photos!" Cassy laughed, the sound nearly lost in the waterfall's thunder. "In case I ever want to post a censored version!"
Dale circled the pool's edge, capturing her from multiple angles — profile shots that highlighted the perfect roundness of her behind, frontal images where water cascaded between her fingers' inadequate coverage of her heaving breasts, and close-ups of her face with droplets clinging to her eyelashes like tiny crystals.
"You boys want some shots with your own phones?" Dale glanced back at Raymond and Gerald. "Might be your only chance to get photographic evidence of this weekend's main attraction."
Raymond's hand moved toward his pocket, then froze. "Ah, hell, Martha checks my phone sometimes. Looking for 'evidence', she calls it."
Gerald nodded solemnly. "Same with the wife. She went through my browsing history last month and nearly divorced me over some perfectly innocent fishing videos that happened to have women in bikinis in the thumbnails."
"Innocent fishing videos?" Raymond's eyebrows shot toward his hairline. "That's what we're calling it now?"
Gerald ignored the jab. "Point is a picture of a naked college girl would definitely end my marriage. No matter how much I'd treasure the memory."
Dale tucked Cassy's phone into his shirt pocket. "Smart thinking. Pictures are forever. What happens at Hidden Falls stays at Hidden Falls."
Cassy waded out of the pool, water streaming down her naked body, an amused smile playing on her lips. "So let me get this straight — you're all fine with actually fucking me, and keeping me naked for days, but taking a photo is where you draw the line?"
The three men exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of the absurdity passing between them.
"Marriage is complicated." Dale shrugged. "Actions can be denied. Photos are evidence."
"What if I told your wives anyway?" Cassy wrung water from her hair, her body glistening in the dappled sunlight.
Gerald's round face split into a grin. "Who would they believe? Three respectable old men or some random blonde claiming wild sex stories?"
Dale raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that, Gerald?"
Raymond shrugged. "In any case, by the time you finish your fifty-state tour, we'll just be three more old men in your collection. Doubt you'll even remember our names."
The walk back to camp proceeded with the easy camaraderie that had developed over the past two days — three clothed old men and one naked young woman discussing fishing techniques, weather patterns, and the best places to get barbecue in Tennessee, as if their arrangement were the most natural thing in the world.
Naked in Nature's Canvas: A College Girl’s Bare Right to Delight Old Men’s Eyes
As they rounded the final bend in the trail, a green uniform materialized between the trees ahead. The park ranger stood beside their fire pit, notebook in hand, his attention fixed on something he was writing until the sound of their approach caused him to look up.
His pen froze mid-sentence, his mouth forming a perfect "O" of shock as his eyes locked onto Cassy's naked female form. The clipboard slipped from his fingers, clattering against the stone-ringed fire pit.
"What in the—" The ranger's voice cracked, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Ma'am, public nudity is against park regulations."