Ava & Leo - The Waterfall

The forest woke before them, mist threading between trunks like breath. They stepped barefoot off the cabin porch into soft moss that pressed cool kisses to their arches. Dew clung to Ava's auburn hair, turning it into spun copper threads; Leo's light-brown curls were already spiked with pine needles. They wore only small daypacks slung low on tan backs--no shirts, no shorts, nothing between skin and sky. Sunlight stippled their bodies, painting Leo's lean muscles and Ava's tender legs in shifting gold. The air smelled of cedar sap and distant water.

Ava took the lead, toes curling around roots, soles tasting every texture. She moved with feline certainty, hips swaying. Leo followed, eyes never leaving the gentle flex of her ass or the way her shoulder blades moved like wings. They had agreed the trail was two miles, all downhill, ending in a secluded waterfall where warm granite shelves met cold emerald water.

Halfway there, Ava paused on a fallen log slick with lichen. She turned, eyes bright, and crooked a finger. "Race you to the pool. Last one there gets whatever the winner wants."

"No fair," he laughed, "you have mountain-goat feet."

"Then you'd better hurry."

She leapt. Leo lunged after her, both of them laughing, branches whipping past. Ava's soles knew every stone; she danced over sharp gravel without hesitation. Leo hissed once when a pinecone bit, but the sting only spurred him on. They burst into the clearing together, breathless, bodies sheened with sweat and dust. Ava touched the broad granite lip a heartbeat sooner. She turned, triumphant, breasts rising and falling.

"Whatever I want," she repeated, voice low.

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The waterfall spilled in a silver ribbon, roaring softly into a pool so clear they could see their toes wriggle on stone. Sunlight speared through spray, creating tiny rainbows. Moss-covered ledges formed natural couches, warm as living skin. They shrugged off the packs, spread a thin blanket, and stood facing one another--bare, unhurried, already half-hard and half-wet simply from the run.

Ava stepped close, pressing her small breasts to his chest. "On your knees," she whispered.

Leo sank willingly onto the soft moss. She lifted one foot and placed it on his shoulder, arch flexed. "Lick," she commanded. He obeyed, tongue sliding from heel to ball in one slow stripe, tasting salt and earth. She shivered, then pushed her foot higher until her toes brushed his lips. He opened, sucking each toe gently, swirling his tongue between them. Ava's breath caught; she felt the pull like a thread tied directly to her clit.

She drew her foot away only to replace it with the other, repeating the worship until both were shiny with his saliva. Then she stepped back, turned, and bent over the granite shelf--ass presented, legs parted, glistening folds already visible. She looked over her shoulder.

"Use your mouth everywhere."

Leo needed no second invitation. He knelt behind her, hands spreading her cheeks, tongue tracing the slick seam from clit to entrance and back again. Ava moaned into the waterfall's roar, palms flat on warm stone. He lapped slowly, savoring, then thrust his tongue inside her. She rocked back, greedy, until the first tremor rolled through her. Only then did he stand, cock hard against her thigh, and slide two fingers in to keep her open while his free hand reached around to roll her nipples--small, tight peaks that hardened further under his touch.

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Waterfall Games

Ava straightened and turned, eyes dark with challenge. "My turn." She guided him to sit on a low boulder at the pool's edge, water lapping at his calves. She straddled him, knees on stone, breasts brushing his chest. Reaching into her pack, she produced a small bottle of lube--warm from the sun--and squirted a generous drop onto her palm. She wrapped both hands around his cock, slick and slow, until he was groaning into her neck.

Then she shifted back, letting the head of his cock slide between the soles of her feet. Her arches pressed together, slippery with lube, and began to glide. Up, twist, down, twist--she used every trick learned from yesterday's teasing. Leo's head fell back, tendons standing out in his throat. Water splashed around his ankles; spray kissed their thighs.

Ava leaned forward, whispering, "Remember, I won the race." She added pressure, then eased off, edging him ruthlessly. Each time he neared the brink, she slowed, letting his hips chase empty air. When his breathing turned ragged, she released him entirely and simply sat back on her heels, watching him throb.

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Sun-Warmed Stone

They moved to a broad granite slab heated by the sun. Ava lay on her back, legs draped over the edge, feet dangling in cool water. Leo knelt between her thighs again, but this time he focused on her breasts--mouth, fingers, the flat of his tongue. He licked slow figure-eights, then sucked a nipple deep, flicking the tip until she arched. He added the vibration from his waterproof bullet--pressed just beneath the swell of her breast--so the buzz traveled through sensitive flesh. Ava's hands scrabbled at the stone; her hips rolled, seeking friction.

He kept the rhythm steady, relentless, until her cries echoed off water and rock. The orgasm hit her like a warm wave, starting behind her nipples and flooding downward. She rode it, thighs clamping around his hand, toes curling in the pool.

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Mutual Ruin

Aftershocks still rippled through her when she sat up. She pushed Leo onto his back on the same sun-hot stone, straddled his hips, and took him inside in one slow slide. They both groaned. She rode him languidly, palms braced on his chest, breasts swaying. Every time she sensed him tensing toward climax, she paused--clenching, releasing, stilling--until the moment passed. She leaned down, hair forming a copper curtain around their faces.

"I want to feel you come undone," she whispered, "but not yet."

She raised herself until only the head of his cock remained inside, then used her feet again. She pressed the soles firmly together around the base of his shaft, sliding up and down in long, slick strokes while her inner muscles fluttered against the tip. Leo's hands found her hips, fingers digging in, but she controlled the tempo--slow, fast, slow--until he was panting her name.

When she finally let him thrust fully inside, she timed it perfectly: one deep stroke, a clench, and she pulled away entirely. His orgasm broke across his skin like sunlight shattering on water--intense, almost painful, and utterly ruined by her withdrawal. His cum striped his belly and her inner thigh; she watched it pulse, eyes soft and possessive.

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Cool-Down and Promise

They slipped into the pool together, water kissing overheated skin. Ava wrapped her legs around Leo's waist; he held her close, cock still half-hard between them, hearts slowing. Sunlight danced on the surface; dragonflies hummed overhead.

She kissed him softly. "Tomorrow," she murmured, "we hike the ridge at dawn. I hear there's a cave with smooth walls and perfect echoes."

Leo nipped her ear. "And I hear the cave has a spring-fed pool even warmer than this one."

They laughed, the sound carrying over water and stone, and let the forest close around them like a secret vow.