Enjoying the View
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Enjoying the View
A.J. Huffman

Cassie hated to hike alone, but when her boyfriend, Dennis had to delay his flight because of a last-minute
deadline at work, she found herself sitting in a romantic hotel room in Hawaii, alone.  To escape the onset of
depression and boredom, she had had filled her backpack with bottles of water and headed out onto the
scenic trails the hotel brochures bragged about.

A half an hour or so into her trip, Cassie happened upon a small waterfall.   The breeze coming through the
trees was nice, but she was still sweating and decided  to cool off.  Unsure of the aquatic dangers that might be
lurking in the pool at the base of the falls, she maneuvered herself up the rocks.  Once behind the waterfall,
she could use it as a natural shower, and the distance of the falls from the trail would shield her from any
passing eyes.

Cassie had stripped down to her just her bikini bottoms when she heard laughter coming from the trail, a
female squeal followed by a husky male laugh.  Cassie grabbed her shirt from the rock she had laid it on, held
it against her as she leaned closer to the water to see if they were coming her way.

Through the rushing falls, she could see the two figures approach.  The man was grabbing at the woman’s
bikini strings, as she half-heartedly slapped his hands away.  The bottom string was practically untied, and the
woman wasn’t doing much to keep her breasts from falling out from the cover of the fabric.

The man grabbed the woman and buried his face in her neck.  The woman arched her back, straining to see if
anyone was around.  Unable to see Cassie behind the falling water, the woman surrendered herself to the man’
s advances, wrapped her hands into his hair as he moved from her neck to her now fully exposed breast.

Cassie forgot all about getting dressed as she watched the man suck each of the woman’s breasts, his tongue
circling each nipple before his mouth covered it.  The woman moaned as her hands disappeared from site.

A moment later the man’s cargo shorts slid to the grass.  He gave up his foray into the woman’s cleavage long
enough to remove them and his boxer shorts completely.  The woman quickly undid the rest of her bikini top,
and hurriedly removed her shorts.  Once they were both naked, the man dropped to his knees and buried his
head between the woman’s legs.

Cassie could feel the familiar tug of arousal in her own groin, and she imagined she was the woman and it was
her body the man’s tongue was conquering.  She dropped the shirt she had been clutching to her now swelling
breasts, ran her hands over her own nipples as she continued to watch the encounter below.

The woman had backed up and was now leaning against a palm tree while the man sucked at her.  Her leg
over his shoulder, her hands grasped his hair, pushing his tongue deeper as her climax rose, erupted like a
volcano.

The man pulled her down on top of him.  They kissed playfully for a moment, hands and mouths roaming wildly
over each other, completely oblivious to the fact that they were not alone.

By the time the man entered the woman, Cassie had leaned herself back against the rock wall, fingering
herself to climax.  She could hear the moans coming from below as she stifled her own.  Her body kept pace
with the two below, until all three came in a rush of erotic release.

Cassie continued to lean against the rock wall as the man and woman dressed themselves, headed back
toward the trail.  Once they were out of sight, she quickly dressed and headed back to the trail.  She couldn’t
wait to get back to the hotel and call Dennis to tell him all about her secret erotic excursion behind the falls.

© 2015 A.J. Huffman


A.J. Huffman has published eleven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. Her
new poetry collection, Another Blood Jet, is now available from Eldritch Press.  She has three more poetry
collections forthcoming: A Few Bullets Short of Home from mgv2>publishing, Degeneration from Pink Girl Ink,
and A Bizarre Burning of Bees from Transcendent Zero Press.  She is a Multiple Pushcart Prize nominee, and
has published over 2200 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James
Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane
Press.
www.kindofahurricanepress.com