We took things slower the second time around, soaking in the sounds rather than contributing to them. While some of the couples had grown quiet, there were still a few who were actively and vocally fucking each other. And as I continued to slide in and out of Ady, other couples began to join back in, clearly on their second go around, like us. After a good long time and a slow build up, we were again both nearing orgasm. Ady was actively stroking herself, something she rarely did under normal circumstances. At the very end, I rolled Ady onto her stomach, pressing her into the cot as I plowed into her from behind.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, Jake, I’m coming again,” she panted as I kissed her ear, grunting as I came too.
By then we were so exhausted, emotionally and physically, that we both fell asleep on top of our sleeping bags, still naked.
DAY 3: Can It Be Night Already?
When I woke near dawn, needing to pee, I stood up groggily, forgetting that I was completely naked. It was light enough at that point to see around us and I immediately noticed that several other couples were still in various states of undress. To our right, Allyson was only half covered by her sleeping bag and I could see one of her large breasts hanging out. A voyeuristic thrill coursed through me.
After enjoying a good, long look, I pulled on my shorts and walked in the opposite direction, toward the bank. On my way to the river, I passed by Amy, the one with the short hair and the nose ring. She was lying naked on top of her bag, as was her boyfriend, Keith (I had learned the night before that they weren’t married). It occurred to me that they were lying in roughly the place where all the sounds seemed to originate the night before. Picturing Amy as the mysterious moaning woman somehow made the memory even more powerfully erotic.
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Breakfast that morning was a fascinating study in group psychology. There was no question that the craziness of the night before was on the forefront of everyone’s minds, to the point where it made normal chit-chat and small talk nearly impossible. But no one felt comfortable acknowledging the elephant in the camp. So most of us just sat there and drank our coffee in silence.
That is until Arlo strolled up from the river with a big grin on his face and said, “did you folks save any energy for the river today? I mean, damn, when I said that modesty would be one of the first things to go, I had no idea. You guys are animals.” We all started laughing, with sheepish grins on our faces, while glancing around awkwardly at each other. But acknowledging the craziness of the night before did seem to ease the tension.
I spent most of the rest of that day thinking about the night before and hoping we could replicate some of that magic once the sun went down. Based on the frequent looks and occasional touches I was getting from Ady, I knew she was thinking the same thing. And lest there be any doubt, as we were disembarking the raft at the confluence of the Little Colorado River that afternoon, Ady leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight.” Then she winked and walked ahead to catch up with Allyson and Lori. You’ve gotta understand, my wife never says anything like that. I couldn’t remember a single time she had ever said the work “fuck” to me in a sexual context. Something about this situation had really brought out another side of her.
And it wasn’t just her. We all hiked some distance up the Little Colorado, admiring its stunning turquoise water. Eventually, the guides stopped us and Tom and Sam jumped into the river to demonstrate how to body surf down the miniature rapids. Perhaps not surprisingly, Sam again chose to go topless, something that didn’t even seem all that odd in light of everything else that had happened. But what was surprisingly was how many of the other women chose to follow her lead when their turn came. Serena, the other guide, also went topless. As did both Amy and Kara, both of whom had done so the day before, though Kara seemed much less self-conscious about it this time around. But a few others did as well, including Lori, whom I’d always wanted to see naked. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were firm and sexy. Both Ady and Allyson kept their tops on, despite Lori’s best efforts to convince them to join her, but I could tell they both at least considered taking them off, which is something I never would have believed even a day ago.
Most interestingly, none of the women who took their tops off appeared in any hurry to put them back on once they got out of the water. It was only when we got back to the rafts and risked being seen by other raft groups that the bikinis and tank tops came back on.