Ebonee's Pool Ch. 01

It was a hot day; I was dressed for the weather and the location, just hiking boots, a summer shirt and a pair of shorts. I was following a stream through the forest and enjoying the wildlife and the natural beauty around me. The trail alongside the stream ran slightly downhill so it was an easy walk for me but gradually the sounds of birdsong became overshadowed by the increasing roar of the stream and as the ground dropped away, the stream cascaded over the edge of a cliff into a dark pool. The trail diverted to a gentle descent across the face of the cliff and the forest below and foliage overhanging from above afforded only an occasional glimpse of the pool below and of the waterfall. This was just what I needed, a secluded spot, a cool pond and some flat rocks to rest upon.

Suddenly the vista expanded and I realised that I was not alone and I was an intruder into someone else's reverie. I looked longingly at the inviting pool and towards my unknowing companion. She, yes it was she, was standing knee deep in the pool just below the waterfall, her white cotton dress clinging invitingly to her full body, translucent, almost transparent in places as she stood luxuriating under the falling water. She was black and beautiful, full figured, comfortable I would call it and a little beyond the first flush of youth. I moved back so that I was hidden by the foliage and could enjoy the view; the unknown voyeur, watching her complete enjoyment and rapture of that moment.

As she stood beneath the waterfall she moved, almost as though in a trance, caressing her body, her hands roaming over breasts and belly and buttocks, her whole body moving gently to some unheard rhythm. As she stroked her breasts, her nipples stood hard beneath the thin fabric. As her hand strayed between her thighs I could almost see, outlined beneath her dress that sweetest and most secret place. This vision of sensual pleasure below me, excited and thrilled me beyond measure and I felt myself rising to the occasion. My own hand slipped inside my shorts and inside my briefs and I held myself tightly and with gentle movements brought myself almost to the peak of pleasure.

I was undecided, should I join this ebony woman beneath the waterfall or should I continue in my solitary pleasure and let her continue in hers? Would she be shocked that I have been intruding in her solitude? Or would she welcome me with open arms?

What a dilemma to be in, should I take myself beyond that peak and then perhaps continue my solitary trek through the forest? No that pool looked so inviting and the woman looked like someone I'd like to get to know so I loosened my grip on my swollen member and thought non-erotic thoughts till he resumed his normal size and I could put him once again in his normal captive state.

Finding a smooth flat rock leading down to the water edge I stripped off my shirt and boots and waded out into the pool.

"Hello," I called out, still across the other side of the pool from the woman,

"Do you mind if I come and share your pool."

She looked up, shaken out of her reverie, slightly startled by my sudden appearance, but then, apparently, judging me harmless replied,

" Not at all, do come over and join me."

As I waded over to join her she continued,

"I'm Ebonee, every time I come here I've had this pool to myself so I've decided to call it Ebonee's Pool and you are welcome to share it with me."

She moved over to make room for me below the cascade. The water was more like a heavy shower, each separate stream being broken as it impinged on the outcroppings of the cliff face and it was cool and refreshing. I could now fully appreciate and share Ebonee's pleasure in this pool. "I'm David," I reply, " I'm in Buffalo on business but I thought I'd take a few days vacation to see something of the countryside before I return to England, it's even more delightful than I ever imagined."

"Welcome, to Upstate New York, I live nearby, in Buffalo itself, but I get out into the countryside as often as I can," She said, holding out her hand, I reached out to take it but as she stepped forward, she trod on a loose rock and stumbled. She fell towards me, and with an agility that I was unaware that I possessed I held out my arms to support her.

"Well," She said, "I guess that we are now properly acquainted,"

"I guess that we properly are," I replied, and somewhat reluctantly removed my left hand from her breast

"Just what I need, a gallant gentleman to save me from a watery grave, or at least a twisted ankle."

"It was my pleasure," I reply, thinking back to that breast that had sat so neatly into my hand, just the thin cotton of her dress between us, no bra, and that nipple that started hardening so quickly between my fingers. I urgently needed to restrain my lascivious thoughts or something else would start to harden like that nipple; no, it was already hardening.