They'd hoped for a warm, summer day, but this was Oregon in June. The day started sunny and warm enough. She wore a cute summer dress. They packed a picnic lunch. They planned to drive up the Gorge and hike one of the trails with waterfalls, and eat some cheese and salami and drink some Oregon pinot.
As they drove up the Columbia Gorge, the sky grew darker with clouds. A few rain drops hit the windshield. Then they'd hit a patch of sun, and then rain. They parked at the trailhead, and jumped out. It was cold and drizzly. They did go on their hike. He brought the camera, and she even flashed him a few times on the trail, whenever they were out of sight of the other hikers.
They returned to the car excited, but cold, and a little wet. There was no way they'd have an outdoor picnic. "Let's just have it here," she suggested. So they ate their cheese and salami and opened the wine bottle and passed it back and forth. Outside a few families dashed from their cars to the trailhead, or back from the trail and jumped back into their cars and drove off. The raindrops on the window made the inside of their car semi-private. People could see them inside, but not have a clear view of what they were doing unless they came right up to the window. So the other hikers, passed, unaware of the picnic in the car.
They finished the bottle of wine between the two of them, and she was no longer wet and cold, but feeling quite warm and giddy. During the hike, she'd pulled off her panties to be able to flash his camera. She turned in her seat, her legs open, her dress pulling up to show me her patch of curls. "That's nice," he said. She smiled and responded by slipping off the straps of her dress, pulling the top down, and cupping one of her petite breasts in her hand. Her nipples were pinched from the cold. "Is that better?"
He nodded, and picked up the camera.
She held the wine to her body, suggestive of what she wanted to happen. He nodded and clicked.
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