Swim naked

The river was really tempting. She was feeling hot and sweaty from the effort and liked the idea to freshen up in this dreamy scenery. She started removing her choes, socks, shirt and pants, and disposed it in the tent. She was about to get down the mound, then stopped.

She just realized she hadn't come across anybody since she droped from the bus and was assured nobody else would drive this far before a week at least. So nobody would walk into her from where she came, and she doubted nobody would come from the other way either at this time. She had the mountain for herself, and it meant that for once, nobody could see or judge her. She bit her bottom lip, then smiled as she unclipped her bra and removed her panties. She put her hands on her waist, proud of herself. She wasn't enjoying her nudity and the wind on her skin so much as she was intoxicated by this rare feeling of power. For once, she could decide to get naked on her own and nobody was around to have her feel ashamed or **** her in an even more shameful situation. Only the sun and the squirrels could enjoy the view of her long legs, soft rump, red bush, thin waist, bulky rack and in general perfect body. She walked to the pebble bank and slowly slipped into the water, as she needed time to get used to the temperature.

She had goose bumps and her nipples were hard as ice, but she actually liked the feeling. The water running over her whole body and the certainty that not a single perverse man or jealous woman was here to ruin this moment. She quickly lose track of time, swiming, diving, or simply sitting in the stream enjoying the moment.

She suddenly noticed that the sky was turning orange and pink as the sun was setting, and decided it was time to go back to her camp. Then she heard a noise and turned back to see...