Water Nymphs - Part 1

The Sunshine Coast is known with its amazing national parks and nature walks. And Its subtemperate rainforests, chiseled gorges and granite peaks, make for breathtaking scenery.

Also I should note, Alice has always enjoyed nature but she has a particular thing for waterfalls.

The sound, the tremble underfoot, the rock pools and the cools spray. All make for an alluring combination, even the hot humid weather to the Queensland post Christmas summer seemed to conspire towards the inevitable.

A long drive alone the spine of the Sunshine Coast hinterland, had brought us first to Maleny, where we had accommodation for the night and a light lunch and then, by mid-afternoon, to Montville and the Kondalilla National Park and the Falls walk contained within.

A small shoulder pack containing several bottles of water was the only thing we brought with us from the car as we began the walk into the park. The canopy of the towering trees kept most of the sunlight from us; the calls of birds and other forest dwellers surrounded us as we made our was along an earthen track and before long we had begun our descent into the gorge that contained the series of falls that lent their name to the park.

Both Alice and I had all good intentions of a long romantic walk, holding hands, every now and then a furtive kiss and light slap on the butt or similar. This of cause lasted for the first kilometre, by which time the playfulness had given way to clammy skin, sweaty clothes and slightly heavier breathing as the our path took a distinctively downward course, switching back and forth to ease the steepness of the descent.

A sharp turn, brought us to a fenced lookout. Beyond the barrier, the ground disappeared and the treetop canopy extended before us, the view was stunning. We leant again the fence and looked out at the valley below. Somewhere the sound of falling water could be heard.

My arm wrapped around Alice’s shoulder and then gently drifted down her back, lightly circling through rivulets of sweat. Her head turned and she lightly kissed, which soon lead led to a more impassioned exchange. My hand drifted further and softly gripped her arse. She turned fully to face me and we were soon wrapped together, our damp clothes between us, and little else. Lips parted, our tongues gently exploring.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke our embrace, as we both again gazed across the landscape. Just in time to see three well tanned young couples round the bend from below. The accented greetings, I’d imagine would place them somewhere from South America. We decided we had better continue and again headed down as the group continued their climb.

The path became steeper and the cutbacks more pronounced. After a while we came to a fork with signage declaring “ Upper Rock Pools” to the left and “Fall Circuit Walk 3.6km” to the right. Alice and I glanced to the left and saw the swimming holes, with a fair number of people taking in the surroundingS.

“A path less travelled”, I said. “Always”, she smiled. And we began to walk down the steep stone stairs of the right hand track.

We descended more quickly, the path narrowed, soaring trees reached high above us, the air became cooler but still moist with humidity. I had taken the lead, because it was now impossible to easily walk side by side. I turned to look back at Alice. We had both chosen to wear types of sleeveless tops. Alice had also chosen to not wear a bra, her amazing breasts swung leisurely as she walked and the now cooling sweat on her top was making her nipples stand proudly erect. I smiled, and promptly stumbled slightly.

“You should be paying more attention,” she chided, “I am”, I replied. As another pair of walkers passed us, coming the other way, I noticed both the woman and man staring over my shoulder. I could almost see their eyes swaying to and fro, in time with the sound of Alice’s footsteps behind. She would also surely have noticed, and I could imagine the small smile as they passed her.

Again the sound of the Falls became stronger. From the upper rock pools the water drops almost 90 metres. And every now and then we’d catch sight of it cascading down the gorge to our right. Below, after several more cut backs, I spied another lookout, although what it oversaw was still far below us.

After few minutes we reached the steel rail, of the lookout. Again Alice lent against the barrier gazing across at the falling water through the deep cleft in the granite wall, thousands of years in the making. Its soft rumble was joined by the other noises of the forest.

Glancing in both directions of the path, I entwined my arms around her, from behind, one arm encircling and coming to rest on one of her breasts the other across her stomach. I could feel her already hard nipple tighten further against the damp cloth of her singlet top. She pressed back against me, half turning her head.

“Don’t”, I whispered, “Just enjoy the view”.

My fingers gently circled her breast, softly spiralling inwards, the clammy materials dragged at my fingertips, she pushed back against me. Lowering my head, I kissed her exposed shoulder, the taste of salt met my lips. The taste was not unpleasant and reminded me of the heat of passion the night before. Alice rolled her head slightly to on side, exposing her neck, I continued to kiss and gently bite my way toward her ear, she groaned as my fingers found her nipple at the same time.

Again she pushed back against me, harder this time. I could feel myself hardening, from both the thought of her arousal and the press of her arse against me. My other hand dropped a from the stomach to hips, I felt her weight shift, she changed her stance, legs now slightly apart, she lent more on the rail. My hand dropped further, coming to rest on mound. Again she pushed back. And in response my palm pushed against her, fingers c upping under her, I gently gripped, pushing harder against her pussy through her short skirt.

Her hips began to rock, alternately pushing against my cock and forward onto my hand and it encircling fingers, she moaned and for a moment gasped and turned her head towards me. A glint in her eyes, one hand reached back a grasped my hard cock and gently squeezed. It was my turn to push into her. This would have continued, but for the sound of voices higher up the path.

We stopped just in time as a family to round the corner. “Let's just have a look then we’ll head back,” pronounced the mother, at her languishing children.

On last glance over the rail, I caught a glimpse of the rock pool at the bottom of the falls, the water arched majestically, before again splashing off the stony encampments. I could see several people sunning themselves on the rocks far below.

And began once again to descend, Alice taking the lead, “How is that hard cock going,” she called back. I just looked at her… ”Blue balls?”

“NO, just pink and salty,” I countered, not giving her the pleasure of knowing that my cock still throbbed for her touch.