I wish I had time to go out and challenge the old golf course. But I didn’t, so I quickly took my shower, and drove into town. I thought I would stop at a local diner for a quick breakfast before taking a tour of some of my old haunts to see how the area had changed in the past thirty years.

To my surprise, there she was, sitting at the counter reading the paper and casually sipping coffee. With the time zone changes for her, I was surprised to see her up so early. I sat down and told her of my plans. I didn’t have time to ask if she would like to join me, she immediately volunteered to explain most of the changes that had occurred since I’d left.

We took our breakfast to go and started to drive around the old streets of our hometown. As everyone had told me, to many of the old buildings had been knocked down. The town was a mere shell of it’s former self. It was sad to see that the old high school was gone, even though the new one was well over due. We then headed out of town so I could see my old house and neighborhood. The old yellow house hadn’t changed much over time, but it always amazed me to see how big the trees can grow over thirty years. My old neighborhood really hadn’t changed much, but just looked older and more worn than it should have.

I was feeling a little depressed, and suggested that we drive out into the country. I wanted to see if some of my favorite escape to places had been changed with time. To my surprise, the old dirt road was still there, with the same old potholes and washed out terrain. We eventually made it to the old paved road, and headed to one of my favorite spots. I only hoped that it was still accessible and that we could drive to it.

I made the left on to the old logging road and headed down the hill. It seemed as if this areas had not changed over time. To Her’s surprise we came to the stream all to suddenly. I stopped and said that I wanted to drive across it as I always had. I decided to gamble, and started across, thankful that the stream was still only a foot deep at the crossing. As we headed up the opposite bank, I could see that the dirt road had obviously not been used in a long time. I could barley see the old ruts that ran across the mile long field that lead to my final destination. I could tell She was enjoying the adventure. I assumed that she had been here before, but she seemed not to recognize the area.

I drove until we ran out of field, and stopped the car. I said to get out, that we were going to go for a hike. The smell of the pine streets, and the sound of the distance stream flooded my mind with stored up memories. I headed towards the sound of the water, hoping that we did not bump into any snakes sunning themselves in our path. Finally I could hear the sound I was searching for, so I grabbed Her’s hand and headed in that direction.

As we came to the clearing, I could see the rock cliffs and waterfalls that were my final destination. We walked to the edge of the cliff and stared down into the water. The area seemed to be frozen in time. The water was still crystal clear, and you could see a few trout swimming beneath the surface. The falls was loud, and the spray in the sun looked like little diamonds reflecting the light. It was a perfect August day, sunny and 90 degrees. I reached over and touched the water above the falls. It was cool, but refreshing. I turned and asked her if she would mind if I jumped in for a swim. She said, "Knock your self out". I stripped down, and with a running leap dove off the cliff into the waiting pool. I screamed from the cold sensation of the water as I broke the surface. As I came back up, I looked at the stop of the cliff, seeing that she had run to the edge to see if I had survived. I yelled up that the water was wonderful. I started to swim toward the falls. I remember sitting underneath it and letting the water pound down on top of you. It hadn’t changed in over thirty years.

A few minutes passed as I enjoyed the sensation of the water beating down on me. I decided to swim over to the other side of the pool and see if it had changed. The smells and the sights were intoxicating. When I turned back, to my surprise, there she was standing stark naked on the lower ledge next to the water. I told her to jump in, but you could tell she did not like the cold water. I swam over and started to playfully splash water on her. Her girlish screams were a cute attempt to save her self from the cold water. As I reached the ledge, I raised my hand up, so that she could help me get out of the water. But of course, I used the ploy to pull her into the pool and pulled her beneath the surface.

We both came to the top of the water together, and I took her in my arms, and gave her a gentle kiss, and then apologizing for being so mean. We swam over to the falls and sat under the edge of the falling water. The water was like a professional massage, relaxing but sensual at the same time. Even through the cool water, I could feel the heat of her smooth white skin next to mine. I looked over to see her eyes looking at my crotch. The cool water had caused my dick and balls to shrink-up to the size of a newborn babies’. We both laughed. As I had become the incredible shrinking man, the water had the opposite effect on her. Her nipples had grown to the size of quarters, and I could tell that they were rock hard. I leaned over, and gently kissed each one. I could feel her shutter as I flicked each one with my tongue. The combination of the sounds of the rushing water, the warm sun, and the cooling mist over our bodies only helped to light the fires in our loins.

I bent over and lowered my head to her wet pussy, taking my arms and spreading her legs so that her hot hole was right before my eyes. I buried my tongue deep into her love nest, feeling her body tense up as the first waves of pleasure passed through her. The combination of her love juices and the streams pure water in my mouth was better than any champagne created by man. She slowly rocked her hips to increase her pleasure, and then I felt the shutters of her climax pass through her body. Her sweet moans of pleasure only heightened the moment for both of us.

I slowly turned back up to her, and said that I wanted to make love to her in the pool of water. I helped her up, and we walked back into the pool. Standing in water up to our chests, I put my arms around her, and kissed her deeply. What had been the tiniest dick know to man a few minutes before had now become a rock hard desperate piece of humanity. I took my hands and placed them on her ass, and slowly lifted her onto my waiting cock. She wrapped her legs around my back. She placed her arms around my neck, and leaned back to take me in deeper. Her breasts were floating in front of me, and I could not resist. I started sucking her nipples like a starving man. The buoyancy of the water made us become weightless, which only increased the already heightened sensations below the water. The warm of her pussy, tightly surrounding my inflamed rod, was more than I could control. My animal instincts took over my body, as I started to pump her hot box like a piston engine. Between the moans of pleasure, I heard her beg me to fuck her harder and faster. I had never felt such a sensation as I exploded into her waiting pussy. My come felt like molten lead, the heat setting her off immediately. I could feel every contraction that her body made as she passed over the edge. Every sensation was concentrated in our loins, which only heightened the experience for both of us.

I finally came to my senses, as if waking from a dream, and carried her to shore. We climbed up the cliff to the top, and laid down on the warm rocks to dry off. I held her hand, as we both laid there speechless. After a time, I said we better get dressed and head back to town. I had a plane to catch and so did she. The drive back was quiet, for no words could really explain the sensations and feelings we had experienced that hot summer day. Although we both knew we were most likely never see one another again, the weekend would live in a special place in our memories for the rest of our lives.

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