Previously on... * Day 1, Part 1 * Day 1, Part 2

When I woke up the next morning, sunlight was streaming in through the three walls of solid-glass windows, bathing my wife and me in the orange glow of dawn as we began to stir awake. Rachel and I really needed the rest after yesterday's activities, but as tired as I was, I was too excited and "tingly" to sleep in. I stretched and looked over at Rachel, who was also sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She apparently didn’t want to sleep in either.

It was the second day of our just-the-two-of-us vacation in a gorgeous, cozy, mostly see-through cabin in the middle of the woods. Yesterday had been an incredible (and frankly surreal) kick-off for the trip. The owner of the cabin had warned us of a possible voyeur in the woods and two cops had showed up to investigate. We happened to be enjoying the hot tub at the time, and when the officers overstayed their welcome, Rachel and I decided to turn an awkward situation into one of the hottest things we've ever done in our lives. (Read about it here if you haven’t already.) It was amazing. My heart was still pounding just thinking about it the next morning.

Rachel looked at me sleepily. When our eyes met, she gave me a knowing, sultry smile that told me she was still thinking about it too.

"G'morning," she said groggily.

"Morning!" I replied, doing my best to return the sexy smile. We had slept naked so neither of us was wearing a stitch of clothing. "What would you like to do today?" I asked.

"Well," Rachel started, "we know there are hiking trails nearby. And isn't there a river we can canoe in?"

"Yeah there is," I answered, then pointed out one of the side windows. "In fact, if you look out there, you can actually see the water through the trees." About thirty feet past the open, unwalled outdoor shower was a sparse stand of four or five trees. Just past those trees there was a fairly steep embankment that dropped down to a river that flowed past the cabin. It was close enough to access easily, but far enough away that it didn't feel like the cabin was right on the riverbank.

"So, there are two ideas!" Rachel said. She threw off the sheets and stood up carefully. I watched her stride toward the small bathroom, taking full advantage of the opportunity to enjoy the sight of her nude form, beautifully highlighted by the early morning sunlight.

My normal sleeping attire (when not on a sex-vacation) is a pair of too-large athletic shorts. I hadn’t worn them last night but I put them on now, not bothering with underwear, before going outside to ignite the fire pit. Rachel joined me on the deck a few minutes later, still naked.

"Bacon and eggs?" I asked rhetorically.

"Sounds perfect!" she replied with a satisfied smile. I pulled the foil-covered grill grate over the mouth of the fire pit, then carefully layered it with six strips of bacon that I had retrieved from the outdoor chiller. Barely a minute later, the sound and smell of sizzling bacon filled the air.

"While you do that, mind if I get my shower?" Rachel said with a wink.

"By all means!" I replied.

I mentioned earlier that the cabin had an outdoor shower. It consisted of a small platform of brick pavers next to a thin wooden pole bearing a basic shower head and knobs for hot and cold water. It had no door and no walls, and the whole thing was located at the top of the embankment directly overlooking the river below. The shower offered no privacy whatsoever, an observation that had featured prominently in many of the property’s reviews on the rental website. The property owner’s responses had suggested that the shower was only intended for rinsing off river water after a swim, not for traditional bathing. While other renters had lamented the shower’s lack of privacy, Rachel and I had seen it as another opportunity for adventure.

From where Rachel was standing and the fact that she was already completely naked, "getting her shower" merely required her to take about six steps forward and turn a knob.

And that's exactly what she did. Rachel commanded my undivided attention as she stepped onto the small brick platform and turned on the water. She shuddered involuntarily as the initially cold water hit her body. Her nipples responded, immediately becoming hard and protruding proudly from her breasts. A moment later the water had settled at a comfortable temperature and I watched as she let the water spray the top of her head and soak through her hair before streaming to the ground over multiple twisting, circuitous paths across every area of her body.

Rachel made the most of the attention I was giving her. In fake, dramatic slow motion, she lifted her face into the cascading water and ran her fingers through her hair, tossing her head back and forth playfully. Then she retrieved a small bottle of shampoo from the toiletries bag she had brought out with her. As she lathered up her hair, Rachel started to tease me by making moaning sounds that got gradually more intense. If you remember those Herbal Essences commercials from the ‘90s, it was like watching one of those live. And with full nudity.

After a few moments, Rachel rinsed out her hair and then turned to face me. She began to run her hands across her wet body, pausing to rub her breasts in slow, sensual circles. I was completely transfixed. I could feel my face getting flush as my cock began to throb painfully in my shorts. Seeing the hungry look on my face, Rachel grinned at me wickedly, gently pinching her nipples every so often to make sure they stayed erect.

Suddenly, my trance was broken by some movement I detected in my peripheral vision. My eyes darted briefly leftward, just long enough to recognize that in the distance, beyond the sparse stand of trees, there was an object of an unnaturally bright red color on the surface of the river. I surmised that it was probably a canoe and that it was headed in our direction. I briefly considered alerting my naked wife to the slowly approaching watercraft but decided to wait a bit and see how things played out.

"Is everything okay?" Rachel asked in a sultry, playful voice as she continued her thorough massaging of her chest.

"What do you mean?" I replied. Had she picked up on me noticing something in the distance?

"You seem . . . distracted," Rachel said sensually. Then, sensing my confusion, she gestured downward with her head.

I looked down to see the bacon in desperate need of being flipped to the other side. "Oh!" I exclaimed as I grabbed the nearby tongs and hastily flipped the bacon strips.

"You better not burn my breakfast!" Rachel teased. "I'm hawngry!"

"Sorry," I said, "but if your breakfast gets burned it'll be entirely your fault."

"Well then," she said, " I guess I'll have to stop being so sexy."

"Impossible!" I said. Rachel smiled as she started to move her hands downward on her body, rubbing the surface of her lower abdomen, and then her hips, as if to make sure they were good and wet with shower water.

As her gaze followed her hands, I took the opportunity to steal another glance downstream. The red vessel was definitely getting closer. Close enough for me to confirm that it was in fact a canoe, and that there appeared to be two people in it.

After a few more moments, Rachel turned around to face away from me, leaning forward into the flowing water so that it ran down her back and over her perfect, round ass. She acted as though the purpose of the movement was to make sure her butt was wet, but if that had been the goal, it would have been much easier if she had stayed facing me. No, she was clearly doing this for my benefit, and I was enjoying every second of it.

"Damn. Look at that ass," I remarked.

"What, this ass?" Rachel asked innocently. She side-stepped her left foot about six inches and leaned forward slightly, rocking up onto the balls of her feet. At the same time, she reached behind her, placed the palms of her hands on her ass, and slowly pulled her cheeks apart. The water eagerly flowed down between her cheeks, highlighting her suddenly exposed asshole and pink pussy lips, before running down her legs and disappearing between the bricks.

"Yes," I responded, shifting uncomfortably. "That ass." My dick was somehow swelling even bigger and harder than it already was.

"Don't you burn my bacon!" Rachel scolded, still facing away from me. I glanced down to see that Rachel’s admonition was once again timely. I grabbed the tongs and transferred the bacon onto a paper plate. While I was occupied with that, Rachel turned back around to face me and began stroking her hands up and down the insides of her thighs.

I stole another quick glance downstream. The canoe was getting quite close now. I estimated no more than 60 seconds before it would reach the part of the riverbend that is only about thirty feet away from where Rachel was showering. By now I could discern that the canoe's occupants were a man who was sitting in the front half of the canoe, and a woman who was sitting in the back half. They looked like they were in their early thirties. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and, as best I could tell, no shirt under his life jacket. The woman seemed to be wearing a baseball-cap-style visor to accommodate a long, blonde ponytail. She was also wearing a life jacket and I presumed a bathing suit top, but it was hard to tell from that distance. I could tell that her arms and shoulders were bare though. They were both paddling slowly and gently, piloting the canoe straight toward us.

I couldn’t tell whether the canoe’s occupants had seen Rachel, but if they hadn't, it was only because they hadn't looked this way yet. Even at that distance, it would have been obvious to anyone looking this direction that there was a naked woman taking a shower on the bank of the river.

"How close are they?" Rachel asked, startling me. I felt my face burn as though she had caught me in a compromising position. The sensation made me realize that at some point I had unconsciously decided not to warn her about the approaching boaters in the hope that they would see her naked. I also realized that Rachel must have noticed them when she had turned around a few moments earlier. My embarrassment at being "caught" was suddenly washed away by a fresh wave of arousal as it occurred to me that she too was turned on by the prospect of these interlopers seeing her in all her naked glory.

"Pretty close," I answered, clearing my throat.

"Tell me when they're super close," she said with a gleam in her eye.

"Okay." I kept my eyes glued on Rachel as she continued gyrating under the shower spray, running her hands sensually over her body. At the same time, I monitored the approaching canoe in my peripheral vision. A few moments later, the canoe was tantalizingly close, so close in fact that my self restraint was overpowered and I looked directly at the canoe's occupants. The sight that greeted me was both hilarious and incredibly arousing.

Both of the canoers had clearly noticed Rachel. The man, sitting in the front of the canoe, had his eyes fixed on her naked, wet body shimmering in the morning sunlight, but he was looking with his eyes only. His head and face continued to point directly forward as though focused on the river in front of him. The woman in the back of the canoe was also watching Rachel intently, though the woman didn’t seem to share the same neck stiffness that apparently afflicted her companion. Instead, her head tilted repeatedly as she looked back and forth between Rachel and the man sitting in front of her. She was clearly trying to figure out whether the man (her boyfriend or husband I assumed) was looking at Rachel or not. Still, her face was inscrutable and I couldn't tell what she might have been thinking about the scene the two of them had just floated into.

"Uh, they're super close now, babe," I said, suddenly remembering my one job.

Rachel winked and then replied, "Okay. That means it's soap time!" She turned her body very slightly to face directly away from the boaters, moving her feet a bit farther apart and widening her stance in the process. Then, without flexing her knees, she slowly leaned forward and bent completely over at the waist as she reached for the toiletries bag on the ground. She grabbed a travel bottle of body wash, squirted a dollop into her hand, and began working it into a lather over her body. I didn't have the best view of this particular show but the canoers obviously did. They were barely forty feet away now and from their position, they both had a clear, unobstructed view of my wife’s ass, as well as her legs and what was between them.

I instinctively imagined what the experience would be like to be in the canoe, enjoying the tantalizing sight of Rachel’s dripping-wet pussy and perfect ass as the streams of shower water bounced off of them. In the space between Rachel’s thighs I imagined her full breasts bouncing and jiggling as she soaped them up. My cock swelled painfully in my shorts, but that sensation was real, not imagined.

"Are they watching?" Rachel asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied.

"Good!" she said, still bent half-way over, and she slid her right hand between her legs. "Then they'll see this." Her hand suddenly disappeared between her legs. I was looking at Rachel mostly from the side so I still didn't have the best view of the action, although I could see her fingertips reappear behind her momentarily as she rubbed her pussy. From the way her fingers were grouped (two and two), I could tell she was using her fingers to pull her lips apart as she rubbed herself in full view of the river spectators. Rachel’s fingertips disappeared and reappeared again a couple more times as she continued to massage herself. A few passes later, I only saw three fingertips appear. Although I couldn't see it, I knew where the fourth finger had gone.

By now, the canoe had reached the point where it was about as close to us as it was going to get. Barely thirty feet away, the canoers had the perfect vantage point from which to watch as my wife slowly fingered herself. Rachel seemed lost in the moment. Her eyes were closed and she was using her left hand to squeeze her hanging breasts, giving each of her nipples a solid pinch.

Our visitors were now clearly watching the lurid spectacle. Just as Rachel’s middle finger disappeared into her wet, soapy vagina, the man in the front of the canoe did a literal double take, abandoning any pretense of obliviousness as his head snapped involuntarily to stare and his jaw dropped in astonishment. The woman, whose facial expression had been unreadable so far, suddenly grinned and stifled a laugh upon seeing her partner's reaction. Then she leaned forward and smacked the man with an open hand on the side of his head. Judging from the look on her face, it was a teasing, playful smack. Still, it was a pretty solid strike, and it caused the man to duck reflexively and turn his head sheepishly to acknowledge the woman behind him.

"Oh boy, she just smacked him," I said. Rachel opened her eyes, stood up a little straighter, and turned part way around to look--for the first time--directly at the canoe and its occupants. I didn’t have to wait long to find out how they would react to being "discovered" watching my showering wife. The man lifted his hand high in the air, thumb raised proudly, and he grinned ear to ear. Behind him, the woman smiled and copied the gesture.

"Good show!" she yelled with a laugh. "Two thumbs up!"

"Is that a request?" Rachel shouted in reply. The pun had already occurred to me but Rachel beat me to it. Despite her typically conservative attitude toward matters of sex, Rachel has a delightfully dirty mind. I love it when she finds sexual connotations in things, and this time was no different.

"You take requests?" the man asked over the sounds of splashing water.

"Maybe," Rachel shot back, tilting her head innocently. "Too bad you don't have time to find out!" The canoe was rounding the bend by our cabin and was beginning to head further down the river.

"Definitely too bad!" the woman responded. "Maybe we'll run into you again!"

"Well, until then!" Rachel said as she turned to face them. She raised her arm above her head and gave the canoers an animated "goodbye" wave. The gesture caused her breasts to bounce up and down, which I figured was probably the point. The man and the woman both waved back briefly before returning their focus to their voyage down the river.

As the canoe drifted farther away, Rachel finished rinsing the last of the soapy bubbles from her glistening skin. “Where are the eggs?” said Rachel as she turned off the water and flung the hair out of her face. “You promised me an egg.”

“Oh, right!” I said. “How do you want it?”

“You know how I like to take it,” she said with a smirk. “Over hard.” She slapped her wet ass for emphasis. My heart skipped a beat.

“Well then that’s how you’re going to get it,” I said. I stood up and shuffled over to the chiller to retrieve the eggs. The task should have been easier than it was, my painful erection making it difficult to walk comfortably. Rachel had noticed it too.

“Nice tent,” she said as I returned to my seat, egg carton in hand. “Looks like there’s room for two in there.”

“Why don’t you come over here and find out?” I replied.

“Because I’m hungry!” said Rachel. “And you know what they say. You’re not supposed to fuck on an empty stomach.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s right,” I said. “I think it’s, you’re not supposed to go swimming on a full stomach.”

“Whatever,” Rachel replied with a wink. Still naked and dripping, she walked over, leaned across me, and grabbed several strips of bacon before plopping down on the chair next to me.

“Wait, really? After all that, you’re really going to leave me like this?” I asked, pulling down the front of my shorts to reveal my massive erection.

“Bacon now,” said Rachel as she took a bite of her breakfast, “sausage later. Besides, I just got out of the shower. I don’t want to get all messy again already.”

“Oh, okay. I see how it is,” I said as I returned my cock to my shorts. “But don’t fill up on bacon. You need to save room for the sausage later.”

“Deal,” Rachel replied as she took another bite.

“And sweetheart?” I added, “Something tells me you won't be going very long without getting messy on this trip, regardless of how many showers you take."

Rachel smiled. "You're probably right about that," she said.