Finding More Than a Geocache

One of my hobbies is geocaching. If you're not familiar, it's a kind of game where people hide a container somewhere public, and then they post the GPS coordinates. People get those coordinates and then go try to find the container. The containers often contain some small trinkets that finders can trade their own trinkets for, and each has a logbook to sign to prove that you found it. geocaches can be hidden in many different places: built-up urban areas, parks, or out in the wilderness.

Geocaching, like many hobbies, also has meet-ups. I like going to meet-ups in areas where I have never been geocaching before. I can meet locals and get their recommendations for the best geocaches in the area. On a recent summer day, I found a meet-up about an hour from my home in an area where I had never been geocaching. I decided to attend.

I showed up at the little diner where the meet-up was being held and was directed to a table in the back. Seated at the table was the entire meet-up group, which, including me, consisted of a grand total of four people. There was an older married couple, probably in their late 60s, and a woman who looked to be a few years younger than me. I guessed she was in her mid-30s. She introduced herself as Rosa.

Rosa was a big woman. Not tall; she was a bit below average height. No, she was somewhere beyond chubby, moving into BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) territory. She wasn't huge or anything, but she had a big belly and thick thighs. Her face was seriously cute, though, and her wavy shoulder-length black hair was gorgeous. She had nice hands, too, with short nails painted black.

After the introductions the four of us ordered some food and then swapped geocaching stories. We talked about our favorites, our most challenging finds, and funny things that happened to us while geocaching. The older couple mentioned a local geocache that was a highlight for them. It was up in the mountains somewhat, requiring a hike of about an hour to reach. They loved it because the hike to the site was scenic, and the geocache was hidden next to a beautiful mountain lake. It sounded amazing.

After about 30-40 minutes of chatting, the couple said they had some errands to run and left. Rosa and I continued chatting while we finished off the last bits of our food. She mentioned that the geocache by the lake was going on her "must-find" list. I said it was going on mine as well, and I was thinking of going after it today. On the spur of the moment, I blurted out, "Wanna come with me?" She smiled and said, "Sure, that would be great!"

We left the diner and drove in our separate cars to the trailhead, parked, and started hiking. The older couple was right; the scenery here was incredible. Rosa and I continued our conversation as we strolled through the forest. We learned that we were each single, had a couple of other hobbies in common besides geocaching, and had even attended the same university (although she started there a few years after I had graduated). We also kept discussing geocaching.

We talked about geocaches that we had heard of that we thought would be fun to find someday. I told her about a crazy one that I had heard of in Florida. The owners had hidden the geocache on a large chunk of wild land that they owned and explicitly gave permission to geocachers to come on the property to find it. You had to park at a gate and then walk about 15 minutes to the geocache, though. The crazy part was that the owners were nudists, and they encouraged geocachers to leave their clothes in their cars and walk naked to the geocache! We both had a good chuckle at the idea.

After I finished telling her about it, Rosa was silent for a few moments, then said, "If you like the idea of walking naked to a geocache, you could just go naked to this one. I won't tell anyone." Then she stared at me with raised eyebrows.

I stopped walking and looked at her for a moment in shock. I probably looked like a deer caught in headlights. Then she started laughing, and a second later I joined in. "Haha, you almost had me!" I said ruefully.

"You should have seen the look on your face!" she said, still laughing.

We kept on walking, but now my mind was racing. She had played it off as a joke, but was it? Could she have been serious? Would she really not mind if I stripped off in front of her and hiked naked to the geocache? And... would I actually do it?

I only had a few minutes for these thoughts to swirl in my brain and then forgot them as we arrived at the lake. It was heavenly! The water was so blue, with golden drops of sun sparkling on the surface. After walking for an hour on a hot summer day the water looked seriously inviting. I started to walk to the shore for a closer look when Rosa cleared her throat.

"The geocache is this way, mister," she said flatly.

"Oh, right. The beauty of the lake almost made me forget why we're here," I replied.

We headed off in the direction she was indicating, phones in GPS mode, and quickly found the container. We each traded a few baubles, signed the log, then put the container back in its hiding spot. It was a great find, if anticlimactic. We then headed back to the lake.

We decided to sit by the water and relax before the hike back. I so badly wanted to go for a swim, but I didn't have any swim shorts with me. I said as much, and Rosa scoffed. "Who cares? There's no one around except me, and I don't care if you skinny dip." She then sat down on the grass and gazed out at the lake.

What would it matter, I thought? I could turn away from her and keep my privates covered with my hands while I went into the water, so the most she'd see was my butt. I figured that small embarrassment was worth it for the chance to splash in that cool water. I decided to go for it.

I said, "Okay, why not?" then turned my back to her. I removed my shirt, then sat down to remove my shoes and socks. I noticed she had turned to watch me, so I quipped, "Enjoying the show?" She flushed a bit and turned her face back to the lake. I stood up and thought, okay, here goes, and then shoved my shorts and underwear down together and stepped out of them.

Totally naked now, I cupped my hands over my crotch. I decided that move should be called a hand-jock, since a woman doing the same thing with her breasts is called a hand-bra. I was embarrassed enough that I maintained the hand-jock as I went into the water, even though Rosa couldn't see my front.

"Woo-HOO!" I heard her yell. "Nice BUTT!"

"Yeah, okay, enjoy it while it lasts." I replied, then crouched so that the water was up to my neck.

"Aww, no fair!" she pouted, then started giggling.

Leaving my laughing mooning victim behind, I swam out into deeper water. It felt so wonderful to be in the cool lake, surrounded by mountain scenery, and free of clothing. I was in a natural state in a natural setting. It all felt so... natural, I guess. I floated serenely for a bit and just took it all in.

After I'd had my fill of being natural, I started swimming back toward land. I got to the spot where I could crouch with my feet touching bottom, and I had a panicky thought. How was I going to come out of the water? I quickly turned away from the shore to think.

I figured that the best way might be to walk backwards out of the lake, so that Rosa wouldn't see anything that she hadn't already seen. After a moment's thought I realized how stupid that was. I'd probably fall and embarrass myself. No, there was nothing wrong with walking out of the lake normally. After all, I had just invented the hand-jock!

I turned around and stood up, hand-jock in place... and froze. The sight before me was mesmerizing. Rosa had taken off her shoes and socks and was sitting on the grass with her knees pulled up. Her feet were exquisite. They were small and feminine, and her toenails were painted the same black as her fingernails. The golden skin on the top of her left foot was marked by some kind of tattoo, but I couldn't make it out what it was.

Now, I had never been one of those foot fetish guys. Women's feet are pretty, but I wasn't "in to" them like that. But these feet... I was enraptured. Something inside me snapped, and I just stared. I found them incredibly attractive.

After what felt like an eternity, I looked up from her feet and noticed what else had changed. Rosa had also taken off her shirt and was sitting on the grass in just her shorts and bra. That was a sight to behold as well. Her boobs weren't huge, but they were plenty big. Her bra seemed to struggle to contain them.

Finally, I caught sight of her face. She was watching me with a mischievous little grin.

I then had two sudden realizations back-to-back. First, I realized that I had been so dumbfounded by those sweet toes that I had forgotten my hand-jock and had absently dropped my hands to my sides.

My goodies were on full display.

That was bad enough, but the second realization had me completely mortified. I was turned on by those feet, and it showed. I was at half-mast and still rising.

I squatted down into the water at lightning speed. At the same time, Rosa was saying, "Wow, it looks like you had an EXCITING swim!" I just stared down at the water and wished I was anywhere else.

After a few moments she said, "Aww, come on. It's no big deal. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. Come on out of the water and dry off. I promise not to bite."

I wasn't sure if I fully trusted that last statement, but I finally stood up, hand-jock back in place, and headed for land.

"You don't have to keep yourself all covered up, you know. I've already seen you. Besides, you're all wet and need to dry off before putting your clothes on. Come sit down. I'm sorry I teased you." She patted the grass beside her.

She sounded sincere, and despite the weirdness of the situation I felt a bit better. Trying to feel brave, I dropped my hands to my sides, walked to her, and sat down. There wasn't as much to see now, anyway, since I'm "a grower not a show-er" and the cold water had me all shrunken.

We sat for a moment in silence, which felt awkward after what had just happened. I broke it by blurting out, "I like your tattoo." Now that I was closer I could see that it was a flower of some kind.

"Thank you!" she said. "It's a rose. See?" She turned to face me and stuck her left leg straight out at me. Her pretty foot would have landed squarely in my lap had I not quickly reached out to catch it.

I was holding her leg by the ankle, her beautiful foot right in my face. Yes, it was a rose. Yes, I started to get erect again. This time I felt it start to happen.

I must have gotten a panicked look on my face and Rosa must have noticed, because she quickly spoke up. "My feet are kinda achy after that hike. Do you think you could give me a foot massage before we hike back?" She gave me a pouty little look.

I think my little head must have taken over my higher functions for a moment from my big head, because before I could even think about it I heard myself saying, "Oh, okay. Sure."

She grinned and said, "Thanks so much. I love a good foot massage." Then she leaned back on her arms, drew her right knee up, and smiled.

I adjusted my grip on the foot with the tattoo and started massaging. I have given a few foot massages in my time, so I sort of knew what I was doing.

Apparently it was good enough, because she cooed with pleasure. The flow of blood into my shaft quickened.

I didn't mind my swelling penis so much, though. It was mostly hidden from view by her foot and my hands massaging it. She seemed to be lost in the pleasure of the massage, and I was lost in the pleasure of getting to touch and caress that lovely foot.

After a few minutes, she said, "Okay, now switch," and stretched out her other foot to me. I let go of her left foot to grab the right one, thinking she would draw her left knee up the way her right had been.

She didn't.

My attention was completely on massaging her right foot, so it was a massive shock when I felt her left toes brush my now fully-erect cock. I froze, but she quickly said, "No, don't stop, that feels so great!" Not knowing what else to do, I started massaging again.

Her left foot started again, too. Her toes found my balls and gently played with them. She would tickle them against my sack lightly, then use them to lift them up and let them drop. I was in heaven.

She had been innocently looking out at the lake, but now she turned to stare straight into my eyes as she withdrew her other foot from my hands. It quickly joined its mate in my crotch, and I now had ten toes softly touching and rubbing me. She kept her eyes locked on mine as they moved up to my shaft and started softly stroking it.

After a few strokes, however, she suddenly stopped and pulled her feet away. "You're being such a good sport, so I'm going to reward you," she said. She quickly reached back, unclasped her bra, and tossed it on the grass by her shoes.

Her breasts were just as amazing as the rest of her. She had smooth, pale pink areolas, the kind people sometimes call "ghost nipples." The nipples themselves were bun-shaped, like little tiny breasts attached to a much larger breast. Once again, I was mesmerized.

"Now, where were we?" she asked. "Ah, yes." She brought her feet back to my now-throbbing cock and started rubbing again. She put one foot on either side of my cock, bringing her arches together. It was like she made me a foot-pussy. The thought made me giggle, but my laughter was cut short as I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze out of my cock. It felt like a jolt of electricity that started at the tip of my cock and zapped throughout my whole body.

We were in an awkward position for this act, so she told me to grab her feet and hold them together. I did so, and that shifted the action so that instead of me lying back and being stroked by her feet I was actively fucking them. I couldn't stop myself.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck my feet!" she cried out. Her boobs were jiggling like they would if she was getting fucked in the usual way. It was the hottest sex I had ever had, and I knew I wouldn't last long. I said as much, and she squealed. "Yeah! Cum on my feet! Cum all over them!"

That was all the urging I needed. I felt my balls tighten up as I went over the edge. I pulled my cock back from her foot-pussy and started rubbing it on the tops of her toes. Within seconds I was erupting.

I spurted more cum than I had in as long as I could remember. I completely glazed her little feet. They looked like foot-shaped cinnamon rolls with way too much frosting. "Ooh, yeah," she cooed as the last few shots dribbled out on to her toes.

I let go of her feet and just sat there, spent. I figured she'd get up to go rinse her feet in the lake, but she didn't. She scooted next to me and looked into my eyes. "That was so fucking hot," she said, then leaned in and gently kissed me.

I have never had a more interesting kiss. Sitting in public, in the wilderness by a lake, me completely naked, her topless with gobs of my cum all over her bare feet. It sounds almost comical, but in the moment it was the hottest thing I could possibly imagine. I wanted that moment to go on forever.

We broke the kiss, and she again just looked into my eyes. Feeling devilish, I made a serious face and said, "I'm sorry for doing that to your beautiful rose." She snorted, and then we were both giggling uncontrollably.

She stood up and said with a sly look, "Wanna come wash my feet off for me?"

"Sure," I replied. "We need to be hiking back soon anyway. Hmm... I wonder..."

"What?"

"It's such a tough hike. Do you think maybe you might need another foot massage once we get back?" I asked innocently.

She winked at me, and we walked to the water's edge to clean up.