Restless On A Road Trip: A Lesbian Romance

by Nicolette Dane

  “I’m glad we missed all them,” said Maggie dramatically. “Can you imagine what the hot springs would be like with all those kids splashing around?”

  “Right,” I said. “And how would we ever go nude in the springs?”

  “Ha!” Maggie belted out. “Are you going to go in naked?”

  “I don’t know,” I said with a hint of embarrassment. “I’ve thought about it. The brochure said people do it and to not be surprised if you come upon naked people. Why not me?”

  “I’d just worry that one of those snakes might slither in,” said Maggie, suddenly holding herself and shivering. “I don’t want one of those things to crawl up my lady parts.”

  “I highly doubt that’s going to happen,” I said, placing a hand on her bare shoulders. I could feel the sweat on her. “I’d be more afraid of a bunch of teenagers stumbling upon us and gawking.”

  “Yeah,” said Maggie through a laugh. “Can’t have that.”

  “You know they’d be staring at you,” I said with a loving smile. “You’re a stone cold fox.”

  “Aw, c’mon,” she said, bumping her hip into mine. “You’re embarrassing me.”

  “Give me your hand,” I said. Taking Maggie’s hand, we continued our hike, once again smiling as we looked into one another’s glowing faces.

  Traversing our way over the rough terrain, avoiding ankle-rolling rocks and swatting at annoying bugs that flew in our faces, Maggie and I eventually made it to the springs. Although we were wearing sunglasses, I knew we both had wide eyes as we stared on at the beautiful waterfall that ran down into a handful of pools. A family of four played around underneath the waterfall while a smattering of other hikers hovered around the springs, some hesitant to get in, while others jumped in without a care in the world. As the path we were walking moved closer to the river, Maggie and I decided to remove our shoes and socks so that they wouldn’t get wet. Cautiously, we stepped over the increasingly rocky and wet ground to approach the natural cascade.

  “I thought there were more pools than this,” mused Maggie as we closed in. “How could you go naked here? It’s so public!”

  “I don’t know,” I shrugged.

  “Super pretty, though,” she said.

  “Definitely,” I said. “Wanna go in?”

  Maggie nodded swiftly and grinned.

  The two of us quickly stripped down to our bikinis, tossing our hiking clothes and shoes into a pile off to the side of the river. Maggie broke away first and eagerly made her way toward the waterfall, sometimes scurrying, sometimes carefully stepping on a particularly precarious rock. She wore a navy and white striped bikini, matching bottom and top, and I loved watching her move. Her bottoms allowed you to catch a nice glimpse of her round bum.

  I followed her but couldn’t catch up with her in time for Maggie to plunge into the waterfall, her entire body becoming immediately drenched. She squealed as the water hit her, laughing maniacally, waving her arms frantically.

  “Oh my God!” she cried out as I neared her, her voice muffled by the roaring sound of the falls. “It’s so freakin’ cold!”

  “Maybe I don’t want to get in…”

  “Get in here!” commanded Maggie. Reaching out, Maggie took my arm in both her hands and yanked me into the water. As soon as the water hit me, I yelped out. It was much colder than I was expecting but it actually felt pretty good in the desert heat we’d just spent the last hour or so walking through. The water coursed over my hair, matting it down against my body, and I felt completely drenched after only being under for a couple of seconds. The roar of the waterfall was almost deafening.

  Maggie leapt out of the falls and I speedily followed her. Both of us stood there shivering, laughing, smiling, suddenly loving the Utah heat that had only made us sweat before.

  “Holy crap, that’s awesome!” said Maggie.

  “Your bottoms are falling off,” I remarked, grabbing at the back of Maggie’s swim bottoms and hitching them up to cover her exposed crack.

  “Yeah?” she said laughing, twisting around to look at her backside. “That water hit me pretty hard.”

  “That’s for my eyes only,” I said sweetly.

  “Ooh la la,” teased Maggie, wagging her firm butt in my direction.

  Back off to the side of the river, the both of us dripping wet, we collected our clothing into our arms and looked up to the top of the waterfall through streaking sunglasses. The sun beat down on us and it felt great.

  “What do you think is up there?” I asked, pointing to the top of the waterfall.

  “I don’t know,” said Maggie. “I don’t even see how you get up there.”

  “There are some people coming down the side of the hill,” I said. “They must have gotten up there somehow.”

  Still in bare feet, Maggie and I started our walk around the side of the waterfall, eventually discovering a lesser worn path. It was steep — very steep — the kind of path on which you sometimes had to get down onto your knees in order to keep your balance in climbing up. I was behind her in our walk and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her butt. I wanted to just reach out and grab it.

  Eventually we reached the top of the incline, seeing the origin of the waterfall, our mouths dropping open. We looked at each and grinned wide. There were more hot spring pools up here and the entire area was empty. Looking down to the bottom of the waterfall, we saw all the other people, the families, the couples, splashing around, yelling out, having fun. Up here it was far more tranquil and serene. I couldn’t believe it.

  “Insane,” said Maggie. “Look at this!”

  We hurried across the stream, yet careful not to slip, and made our way toward the pools still with clothes under our arms. As soon as we reached the other side, we tossed our clothing into a pile on a dry rock and stepped up to the pool.

  The water was bubbling, actual steam coming off the top. It must have been 100 degrees out and that pool would be even hotter. I was feeling giddy by the whole thing. It was just so perfect, so exciting. Maggie slid in first, mouth dropping as she felt the heat. She cried out and shifted her arms back and forth as she grew accustomed to the warmth. I sat down on the flat rock edge, dipping my legs into the pool up to my knees and immediately felt how hot it truly was. At first it was just too hot, but I didn’t waver and I soon succumbed to it. I sighed happily.

  “You need to get in here totally,” said Maggie, sinking down into the hot spring so that her chest buoyed upon slightly, cleavage apparent at the top of the water.

  “Is any one watching?” I asked, looking around to all sides, trying to spot if there was anybody else in the vicinity.

  “I think it’s just us up here.”

  “Cool,” I said, still looking. Once I was appeased that we were indeed alone, I reached behind my back and deftly untied my bikini top, letting it slide down my arms, tossing it off to the side of the pool. I looked down at Maggie, grinned, and scrunched my shoulders in to better display my breasts.

  “You mad woman!” said Maggie.

  “I figure, we’ll probably never be back here,” I said, now sliding down into the pool alongside Maggie. I sighed as I eased in to the heat.

  “Okay,” Maggie said conspiratorially, head tilting, looking around. Once she was satisfied, she too undid her bikini top and pulled it off, exposing her firm and ample chest. As she looked over to me for approval, I grinned deeply and lifted my hand up from under the water, holding up my bikini bottoms.

  “Your move,” I said.

  “C’mon!” she called. “I told you I don’t want a snake to get up in there.” I laughed happily. I was loving our playful back and forth.

  “You don’t have to,” I said, tossing my bottoms outside of the pool and landing them near my top. As I turned back around to address Maggie, I saw her pulling at her own bottoms underneath the water until she finally got them off her feet and held them up above water.

  “Happy?” she said. Her tone was annoyed but it was so obviously put
on. Maggie was loving it. We both were.

  Cuddling up next to each other, we contentedly bathed naked in that bubbling hot spring, the sun beating down, though thankfully the hot spring we were in had some tree cover. You’d think all that heat would be entirely too oppressive, but it was instead quite relaxing and comfortable. It was an amazing scene around us. The top of the waterfall spilling over, a lush forest behind us, the river coursing down next to us. Nobody else in sight. Our own private little natural hot tub.

  “This is nice,” cooed Maggie as she nestled into me, my arm around her shoulders, thighs touching. “I can’t believe we’ve got this place all to ourselves.”

  “Maybe we should take advantage of that,” I murmured. Maggie smiled and then turned, bringing herself around front of me and pressing against me. Our lips met slowly, sensually, and as she pressed into me and into our kiss, my hands dropped underwater and cradled Maggie’s rear. My heartbeat was on the upswing as I melted into this wonderful and hot meditation of lust.

  I felt Maggie slip a hand between my thighs and begin stroking me. I groaned into her mouth.

  The arousal redoubled inside of me and I ached for her. My kissing grew more fervent, more needy, and my hands explored her backside and pulled Maggie’s body tighter up against my own. I felt like I was whining, I wanted her so badly. And being alone with her in that pool, in public no less, it made the entire thing more real, more risky, more rejuvenating.

  Interrupting our kiss, I heard I quick squealing scream in the distance and I opened my eyes. I looked past Maggie, who had turned her head to see where the scream had come from, and together we saw a family of four, a husband and wife and two kids, off in the distance near the sloped path we had taken to get up to this vantage. The wife was looking at us, then looking away, then back again, hand over her mouth, as the husband had turned the two children around and was ushering them back down.

  “Okay, turn around,” said the man.

  The kids were protesting but they followed his instructions. While he wasn’t looking in our direction as he began his descent, the wife was still peeking over at us as she went along with her family. I actually thought she was kind of cute.

  With hearts racing, Maggie and I were gripping tight to one another. We looked deeply into one another’s eyes, each of us with a silly and excited grin across our lips. It was so thrilling to have been seen, to have been caught, and I knew we both felt it. It sent my arousal through the roof and before I knew it, the two of us had returned to furiously kissing, touching, caressing, bathing there in that steamy spring.

  It was definitely one of the most randomly sexy and thrilling moments of my life. I never wanted it to end.

  Later on, when Maggie and I had left the pool, we were dressed once more in our clothes and hiking back to the car. Hair wet but drying in the sun. I wasn’t exactly sure how she felt, but I knew I was incredibly amped up and aroused. The heavy petting hadn’t resulted in any orgasms but I knew those would come. I knew there would be so much time for that. And it was almost all I could think about. I wanted to roll around with Maggie in bed, I wanted to touch her and feel her and fuck her. In that moment, I felt far more like a sexual being than I’d ever felt before.

  “Hey Maggie,” I said, breaking the silence of our hike but not breaking our stride.

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m really… just, like… falling for you,” I admitted, feeling a great sense of relief after saying it.

  Maggie looked back at me and offered just the sweetest, most encouraging smile I’d ever seen on her face. It was otherworldly in its joy. It was reassuring and loving and accepting. It made the world feel whole.

  “I’ve already fallen for you,” she said. After a moment, Maggie’s eyes returned to the trail and we resumed our walk. I was floating.

  A few days later we spent the late morning and afternoon cruising around downtown Salt Lake City. We explored Temple Square and the Mormon church site, we hit Red Butte Gardens and walked through that wonderful botanical dream, and ended our day at a highly lauded sushi restaurant in the heart of the city. I was a little trepidatious about eating sushi midweek in the middle of the desert, but it was surprisingly some of the best sushi I’d ever had. And that’s coming from someone who’s a bit of a sushi connoisseur back in Chicago.

  Maggie and I agreed that we were finding Salt Lake City to be just a bit strange. Nothing bad, mind you, just kind of an odd place. Maybe you’ve noticed it if you’ve visited. Or maybe you’re oblivious to it if you live there.

  “It’s the high altitude,” Maggie said with a laugh. “Not enough oxygen around here for people to operate properly. I know I feel a bit loopy!”

  We both had a laugh at that. Regardless, I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Everybody we met was incredibly nice. There was just a weird feeling we got from the city as a whole.

  “You know what I find odd?” I said to Maggie as we were coming up to our AirBnb. The building was setup almost like a motel, where the doors to each of the apartments were actually outside. We were on the second floor. “The streets are so wide here, but there are so few cars on the road.”

  “Right?” affirmed Maggie. “Super wide avenues, like six lanes wide, but no cars.”

  “It’s not an incredibly populous city,” I measured. “But it’s not like it’s totally dead or anything.”

  “Oh, wait!” she said as though a lightbulb had brightened above her head. “I read about this. I remember now. The streets are so wide so that the horse-drawn carriages — you know, before cars obviously — so that they could do a turnaround in the street.”

  “Interesting,” I said, pushing the key into the doorknob and then opening up our air conditioned sanctuary.

  “Ah!” Maggie sighed, pushing past me and scurrying into the cool air. “That’s what mama needed.” As she shimmied inside, her rear bounced back and forth, her baby blue cotton skirt sashaying as her hips swayed, arms akimbo.

  “This place is an excellent home base,” I remarked, looking around, tossing the keys on the kitchen counter. “It’s been really comfortable.”

  “We’ll leave her a good review,” grinned Maggie, face scrunching up and giving me a wink.

  “Hopefully she’ll leave us a good review, too,” I replied, wagging my finger at Maggie. She cackled.

  Up in the lofted bedroom was a door that lead out to a deck and Maggie and I grabbed a wine bottle, some glasses, a corkscrew, and headed out there. The sun was beginning to set off to the west, and our view was magical. Those beautiful southwest oranges and yellows and browns colored the mountain range that surrounded Salt Lake City. Sure, it was warm out there there on the deck but it was worth it to see another Utah sunset.

  “I can’t believe we’re almost done with Salt Lake already,” mused Maggie, sipping her wine, sighing, gazing out into the sky. “This trip feels like it’s going so quickly.”

  “Wouldn’t it be cool to keep driving west?” I said. “Out to California.”

  “That would be so cool,” she said. “But ugh,” Maggie said with a dissatisfied groan. “Once I get back home I’ve got to put together some lesson plans and coordinate my classes with the registrar’s office.”

  “Yeah,” I hummed. “I don’t have much more time off work either. Just enough for our drive back to Chicago.”

  “What a pisser,” said Maggie. Her disgust quickly turned to happiness. Lifting her glass toward me, she continued on. “But I’m so pumped that this happened.”

  “Me too,” I smiled, almost embarrassingly demure. We clinked our glasses and then both took a sip.

  “What’s gonna happen when we get back?” said Maggie, looking overtop her browline framed glasses at me as though it were totally up to me to decide.

  “What ever do you mean?” I asked in a tease, playing dumb.

  “I’m just saying,” said Maggie, making sort of a goofy voice, like she was screwing around. “When we get back to Chicago are you going to fuck me there like yo
u’re fucking me out here?” The two of us laughed together.

  “I mean, what can I say?” I said. “Yes, of course. I love this. Maggie, this is just… oh man, this is tremendously liberating. I feel… so, so free.”

  “That’s just awesome,” she smiled. We both sipped our wine as we looked each other in the eye.

  Maggie then stepped closer to me, craned her neck upwards just so, and pressed her wine-moistened lips to mine. We each held our glasses outwards as we kissed, eyes closing, lip locked and in love, hearts racing, a divine calm washing over us. You know, it’s funny. I’d heard people say before that their lover was their best friend and I never felt like that with any of the men I’d dated, not even with Paul who I had married. But Maggie truly was my best friend, such a wonderful woman to play around with, and now, with these spectacular new developments, I was finally beginning to experience what it meant to share that kind of bond with your lover.

  “Mmm,” I sighed as our lips parted. We both smiled and immediately went for our glasses, sipping, and then giggling. I felt so bemused around Maggie, almost ditzy. That was kind of uncharacteristic of me but I reveled in it. When you feel good, you can’t deny it. You embrace it.

  “Do you want to go inside?” Maggie asked tenderly.

  “Oh God,” I let stumble out of my mouth in a long, low slur like I was over intoxicated. Naked and presenting, I was propped up on my knees with my arms and head buried into the pillows, feeling just extraordinary and tingly, as Maggie pressed her face against me from behind and slowly ate me out. I could feel every subtle movement of her tongue as it ran over my slit, starting from my achy little bead, and coursing back to the base of my pussy. I felt so moist, so impossibly wet that I was probably dripping. Or I would have been dripping had Maggie not lapped it up first.

  Maggie then firmly pressed her lips to mine, kissed, sucked, buzzed. My head felt like it was spinning as my hips gyrated and I moaned into the pillows.