Not So Discrete Public Sex....Down By the River Edition

After she read yesterday's  blog, and before we plunged into our Saturday morning "wake up" sex, Mistress chuckled.

"Ohhh.... a cliffhanger?"

She was referring to my teaser about her encounters with Kate, many years back.  And in case a dozen or so of you are waiting with baited breath to hear that yarn, you are just going to have to wait one more day.

Because yesterday we brought our out door sex adventures into a new decade.

When we woke Saturday,  temperatures had dropped, the wind had picked up, and sun was breaking through high, fluffy clouds. A little too cold for the bike ride we had planned, but plenty nice for a long hike deep into a nearby canyon.

All bundled up, we headed down the trail to the confluence of the Rio Grande and another, less notorious river.  Other locals were out on the trail, keeping their 6 foot distance, but enjoying the outdoors in a way denied to too many of our friends and family back in the east and midwest. We feel for all of you!

At the end of the trail, the river valleys spread out into a camp ground and a maize of rocky game trails along the banks.  There was also a parking lot, for those who chose not to take the 2 mile hike to enjoy the view. So we were hardly alone.

But we were game.

"How about we find a place for some worship, Mistress?  No reason why our adventures have to be in the past tense."

Mistress was intrigued.

"But what about all these people, slave...."

We really didn't see more than 20 all day.  But there were some parked cars in sight.

"Hopefully we can time it right....there's a rock for you to perch on right there", I pointed.

But just as Mistress was ready to succumb to temptation, another car arrived, a family alighted, and plunged into the weeds and rocks only 10 yards or so from us, in search of the river bank. Our  planned debauchery would no longer be so private after all.

"Hmmm..... how about we head in that direction", I pointed, grabbing my back pack and leading Mistress deeper into the maize, crossing a narrow wash,  in search of some privacy and another perch.

We settled on a moss covered rock not far from the shore of a churning tributary.  Mistress slid down her hiking paints and silky black undies, and perched.

"Better get to it slave....."

Mistress spread her legs as far as pants and undies allowed. I knelt, and got to work with lips and tongue, applying the  oral skills acquired from decades of devotion.  I figured it was cold out, and the not unsubstantial risks of discovery might mean that it could take Mistress several minutes to achieve my orgasmic objective.

Boy, was I wrong.

Within what seemed  no more than 30 seconds, Mistress had grabbed my hair,  pulled me deeper into the her folds, shuddered and softly moaned in a way that signaled her release.

(Mistress has never been a 'screamer', at least not with me).

"Wow.  That was fast Mistress....."

As she caught her breath, and pulled up her pants she softly laughed.

"I guess you had me a little wound up already, with all that talk about 'public sex' and what you planned to do slave...."

"So the pump was primed...."

"So it seems... I was pretty wet down there by the time you got to work....."

Apparently this old pampered house slave can still deliver, whether in public or in private.

Day at the Beach

Yesterday, Mick and Molly spent a good bit of the day down at our local “beach”.

After our morning sexual engagements, and a long and demanding bike ride, we packed up some beverages, books and beach towels and climbed into our rental jeep.

You find our local beach by driving down a long dirt road, then hiking about 2/3’s of a mile into the deep gorge of the Rio Grande River as it winds it’s way from Colorado to the Gulf of Mexico.

The rocky, winding path is an old road, long since abandoned, created by some 19^th Century entrepreneur who constructed a “toll bridge” here at the bottom of the gorge to accommodate horse men and stage coaches traveling for business and maybe a little pleasure toward Arizona or the rail route that connected Colorado with Albuquerque.

And he picked this particular transit point because of some ancient hot springs on the banks of the river here. The springs were discovered and exploited by ancient Indian tribes long  before the Spanish Conquistadors came to these parts in search of gold, slave labor  and potential Catholics.

More recently, you may have seen the springs in Easy Rider, the late 1960’s movie, with Dennis Hopper and Peter Fonda cavorting in the nude with some local hippie chicks.  No way they got their choppers down that trail though.

In the past, it’s been a scene of some naked sunbathing and a little sexual activity in the warm natural pools for Molly and Mick. But this time we were a bit stifled by some other touristas, and a few local aging hippie types, plastered with tatoos, and accompanied by a pack of friendly but loud dogs.

We did enjoy some quiet time away from cell phones and computers to read our books and soak up the high desert sun.

Later, after dealing with the email traffic that had accumulated back at the ranch, we finally got some quiet time before heading out to our evening engagement with a group of local friends.

After her shower, Mistress did get a chance to chat with our WC, who is back at work, not far to the north.  She was out on the patio, letting her hair dry in the sun, when she asked me to retrieve the phone to accommodate their call.

You will be happy to know that I offered to worship as she talked, but she suggested it would be “not that kind of talk”.

On the other hand, She did let me worship her once she had signed off with M and came inside. It gave us both a little time to relax before our rendezvous with friends for dinner and some music at a local restaurant.

Our friends out here are a mixed blessing. It’s great to spend time with them in small doses. But  two of the couples have a need to do social “gang bangs”, where either we have to have 8 or more people together, or someone has to feel dissed and left out.

Very high school.

Mistress and I, on the other hand, are happy to be by ourselves, or spend an evening with one other couple at a time.