Jenna Jameison: Erotica for Women with Explicit Sex

And I could tell that Becca was in a similarly euphoric mood. It took her a while to loosen up, but by mid afternoon, when an intense water gun fight had broken out between the two rafts in the middle of the river, Becca had been one of the more aggressive and vocal combatants, all the while wearing nothing but her bikini top and shorts. I hadn’t seen her so loose and carefree in a long time.

But that was out on the river. As we walked along the bank, looking for a place to set up our cots for the night, I could see some of her earlier apprehension returning. She’d never really been camping before, much less slept outside under the open sky. But it was a beautiful, warm night and there were no mosquitoes or any other kind of biting bugs in the canyon to worry about. We eventually found a spot in the sand with some bushes on either side that provided some small buffer between us and others couples’ cots.

As I lay there on my cot, much later that night, staring up at the beautiful starry sky, I suddenly found myself with a powerful erection. It was as if all of the images of beautiful, bikini-clad women from earlier in the day suddenly caught up with me all at once. And then it dawned on me just how difficult it was going to be to have any sex on this trip. Truth be told, I had wondered about this very question for months prior to the trip, but it had been hard for me to picture exactly what the sleeping situation would be like. But now that I was here, and saw what it was actually like, the logistics seemed daunting. There was just very little physical separation between us and the various couples in our vicinity. And between the light of the stars and the crescent moon overhead, there was enough visibility to at least make out the silhouettes of the people a few cots over. And even if it were darker, there were still the sounds to worry about. While the flow of the river provided some amount of background white noise, it wasn’t enough to drown out the creaking of cots whenever anyone nearby moved.

Getting Becca to fool around under these conditions was going to be hard. But I wasn’t about to give up. My erection would just have to wait. With that thought, I closed my eyes and eventually fell asleep.

At one point, in the middle of the night, I awoke to what I thought were giggles and the creaking of cots somewhere in the camp. But the sounds were faint and the source not particularly close to us. I tried to listen for a bit but eventually gave up and went back to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke near the crack of dawn, badly needing to urinate. We had been told it was okay to pee directly into the river (that doing so was actually preferred by the park service, for sanitary reasons, to peeing in the bushes), so I stumbled down to a portion of the bank away from any cots and let loose. As I was peeing, I began to wake up a little more and suddenly realized that two people were standing knee high in the water about 30 feet upstream. It was a man and woman, and I immediately noticed that both were naked. They were both bent over and splashing the cold river water over themselves, clearly attempting to bathe as best they could under the circumstances. It took me a moment to recognize that the man was Aaron and the woman was his fellow guide, Jen. Jen looked absolutely stunning in the dawn light, water glistening on her small, firm breasts and tight little ass.

Before I really had time to process what I was seeing, both of them had glanced over in my direction and casually waved at me, neither showing even the slightest self-consciousness about being seen naked or concern that my cock was hanging out in full view. I waved back awkwardly as I used my other hand to finish peeing and pull up my shorts. Aaron really wasn’t kidding about modesty being the first thing to go. They’d clearly done this trip dozens of times and just didn’t give a shit anymore. I wondered if the rest of us would be like that by the end of the week.

After breakfast, we set out again on the river and soon hit our first major rapids of the day, House Rock Rapids. It was the biggest one we’d hit so far on the trip, a seven on the canyon’s ten point scale, and was exhilarating to go through.

By late morning, we stopped to make a short hike up a narrow side canyon called North Canyon. While the canyon walls were very narrow, the sun happened to be directly above us, so there was little shade to be had the entire hike. By the time we arrived at our destination, a beautiful reflecting pool fed by a small creek, we were all sweaty and hot. I was staring up at the canyon walls, snapping a few pictures, when I heard the first splash. I looked around to see that both Aaron and Jim, our intrepid captains, had jumped into the pool to cool off. Both were shirtless, having apparently stripped down before jumping in. The reflecting pool wasn’t particularly large, just big enough for a handful of people to dunk themselves in at any one time. As Jim pulled himself out, he said “come on, folks, don’t be shy. You’re gonna want to take a dunk in here before we hike back down in that sun.”

“Easy for you to say,” replied a woman named Krista, with curly blonde hair, who I’d met briefly the night before, “not all of us can just take off our shirts.”

“Nonsense,” countered Jim, “we’re all adults here. Jen, Sonja, am I right?” As he said this, both Jen and Sonja were in the process of stripping down. Sonja was wearing a bikini underneath her shorts and guide shirt, but it soon became apparent that Jen was not. Under her shorts, she was wearing just panties, and when she unbuttoned her guide shirt, the sight of her bare breasts left most of the group stunned. I personally would have been floored had I not already seen her naked just hours earlier. Becca squeezed my arm and I could sense the “oh my god” reaction she was having.

But before long, almost everyone, man and woman alike, were stripping down and dunking themselves in the pool. Becca, Alesha, and Lisa all had the foresight to wear their bathing suits under their clothes, but several of the other women did not. Two of them chose to jump in with just their bras and panties on, and I couldn’t help myself from staring at their water-soaked, see-through garments as they emerged from the pool. One woman with very short brown hair and a pierced nose — who I later learned was named Candy — stripped down completely naked before jumping in and didn’t seem the slightest bit shy about it. She was very tan all over, with no obvious tan lines, so I figured this was not her first time going au naturale. Her breasts were full and round, a real sight to behold.

I was one of the last to jump in and as I was treading water in the pool, I watched as Krista, the curly blonde who’d asked Jim the question, quickly pulled off her tank top and hopped in. She, like Jen, had no bra or bikini on under her shirt, which explained her initial reluctance. And I could tell that, unlike Candy or Jen, she was very self-conscious about being naked, which was why she had waited until almost everyone had already headed back down the trail. But she had no reason to be embarrassed. She had a nice body; her breasts, like Becca’s, were on the small side, but not everyone could have Lisa’s breasts. I smiled at her while trying not to look like I was ogling her naked body. On my way out of the pool, I tried to hide my semi-erection.

On the hike back down to the rafts, with images of beautiful, naked women still dancing through my mind, I wondered again how and if I would ever get any intimate time with Becca on this trip.

I needn’t have worried.

That night was one I won’t soon forget. At some point during dinner, a bank of clouds rolled in. I didn’t think much of it at the time, as I was busy chatting and getting to know the various people in our group. Most of us sat around a collection of electric lanterns in the common area of the camp until well after dinner, drinking alcohol and laughing and telling stories. It wasn’t until Becca and I wandered off to brush our teeth and use the bathroom (there were two camp toilets set up in strategic locations around the campsite) that I realized just how dark it had become. Between the high canyon walls and the cloud cover, there was absolutely no natural light. With my flashlight off, I couldn’t see my own hand in front of me.