The road ahead shimmered from the summer sun.

We had forgone AC to enjoy the fragrance of the desert air, now heavy with sage. Time had passed quickly, with laughter being the theme of the day. Finally, the turnoff appeared and we passed from asphalt to a narrow, bumpy, and dusty path winding across the valley, our destination marked by a small grove of Cottonwoods at the mouth of a canyon. The shade was a welcome relief as we gathered daypacks and water bottles, then headed into the canyon to explore. The canyon walls quickly narrowed, amplifying the desert heat. Cottonwood trees in the desert mean only one thing, water. Hiking further into the canyon, the occasional Cottonwood became more closely followed by another until the sandy floor of the canyon was lined with shade. Soon, the sand became damp and as we walked further the dampness gave way to a small trickle of water, growing to a small stream as the canyon walls narrowed even further.

We had now been hiking for hours, exploring every twist and turn of the narrow desert canyon. The sandstone walls were polished smooth by the countless eons of blowing sand and the occasional raging flashflood. The walls stretched skyward for over 100 feet, narrowing to a thin opening, allowing the burning rays of the August sun entry to this cathedral of shadow and light.

Small seeps of water trickled down the walls giving precious moisture to small ferns clinging to the smooth stone surface. The sigh of the wind and the descending notes of a Canyon Wren break the silence. Disturbed by our passage, the small clear stream runs muddy across the sand and small cobbles.

The now occasional Cottonwood tree was more like a bush, having been repeatedly shorn off by the monsoon flash floods. Its scarred, twisted trunk bore visible testament to natures fury Finally, our destination appeared, a large, deep, clear pool shaded from the relentless sun by the overhanging canyon walls.

Barely taking the time to kick off our boots and drop our packs, we dove into the water, cleansing ourselves of the dust and salt encrusted sweat accumulated during the long hike.

My senses were overwhelmed by the beauty of this place, and of course by the curve of her breast, erect nipples silhouetted thru the thin wet cotton t-shirt she was peeling off at that very moment.

Deep soulful eyes, begging for attention, contrasted her shy smile as she loosened her shorts and let them drop to her feet.

Wearing nothing but goose bumps from the desert breeze, she reached for my hand and I led her over to a shaded rock ledge, still warm from the morning sun. I gently pushed her back against the smooth rock, forcing a slight moan of pleasure as her lithe body was warmed by both the rock, and my hands softly caressing her face and breasts. Her nipples grew even harder as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger while I bent down to kiss her waiting lips.

Moaning louder she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth as I felt her hands fumbling with my shorts, quickly releasing me from the bondage of clothing. Now it was her turn to tease, pushing me back against the warm rock wall she straddled my legs and began rubbing herself with the head of my length. Knowing how much I wanted to enter her, she would start to lower herself on me then quickly lift off again never allowing penetration past the head of my now-swollen length. Finally, she slid down my body and took me in her hot mouth.

Her skilled hands and mouth quickly took me to that special place we all crave. With a loud groan of pleasure I arched my back and spilled into her willing mouth.

Her eyes locked into mine as my orgasm subsided.

She slid up my body and kissed me deeply as my still-hard length slipped into her. Now it was my turn to be in control. Rolling her off me and onto her side, I now lay behind her, running my hands over her soft place and down her legs. I kissed and nibbled the side of her neck as my hand spread her thighs and cupped her softness.

Her breath caught as my fingers entered her, first one, then two, while another finger sought out her hard personal place.

Her moans grew louder as my fingers worked her closer and closer, yet relief was not to occur quite so soon. Turning her onto her back I knelt between her legs, bending down to kiss her inner thighs, I teased her with my tongue, tracing a lazy path closer and closer to her waiting softness.

Her moans took on a greater sense of urgency the closer my tongue got to tasting her she thrust her hips towards my mouth attempting to quench her building passion.

Finally, my tongue slipped into her hot wet slit, quickly finding her hard personal place.

Nibbling and sucking as my fingers once again slipped into her, caused an immediate orgasm, her thighs clamping themselves about my head. By now, we were both drenched in sweat.

I lifted her in my arms and waded into the cool water.

The thermal shock was intense, yet welcome. I found a shallow flat rock to sit on while she lowered herself fully on my length. Her legs were firmly wrapped around my waist as she began slowly moving up and down on me. There was no urgency now, just nice slow sex. We were kissing deeply, our tongues intertwined and her arms tight around my neck. Gradually, her motion took on a sense of urgency. Her breath came in short pants as I began to thrust into her in rhythm to her motion. With a perfect sense of timing, we climaxed together.

Wave after wave passed through us, her breath sharp and hot on my neck. I kissed little salty tears of joy off her cheeks while watching her reflection quiver in the sex-induced ripples of the pool.

Realizing that the day had slipped away, we dressed in our soggy cloths for the long hike down the canyon walking hand in hand thru the twilight.