On Friday Chantel and I drove out to a nearby national park to take some pictures with the Autumn colors as a background.

There is a very isolated section of the park at the end of a little used service road. The road is closed to the public and has a locked gate to keep people out. However, I found this place a few years ago while out hiking. Chantel had never been to this portion of the park, but was willing to walk in the 45 minutes in order to get the solitude we wanted for our photograph session. We parked in the small lot which was far enough off the main road that not many people parked there anyway. One path led off to the formal hiking trail, but we followed the 'employees only' road, past the maintenenace sheds, and down the old trail. I was a bit overgrown, but not too bad. In 45 minutes we were at a lovely clearing at the end of the service road. The grass had been moved and the area kept in pretty good shape - I think the park people are developing it for future group camping or something. It's really very nice.

The day was sunny and reasonably warm for this time of year.

Unlike summer, there were very few bugs around, perfect for pest free enjoyment of nature at it's finest. After a bottle of water each and a few minutes rest after the hike, we were both ready to begin. Chantel slipped out of her clothes and waited for me to get my camera ready. She was a great model, moving smoothly from one pose to another without much direction from me.

She's always been one to take charge - she knows what she wants and she goes for it. I have no complaints because she always seems to know what poses will turn out great, and I have no arguement with her choices. She's also very cooperative when I ask for something specific. We were getting some fabulous pictures. Half an hour after we started the quiet serenity was broken by the sound of two motorcycles. We could see them through the trees. They were coming down the closed road - I guess they must have found their way around the gate. We just stayed hidden from their view soft placeuming they would get to the end of the road, turn around, and leave us alone again.

We were wrong.

The bikes stopped not far from us.

The riders turned the bikes off, dismounted, and looked around. As they removed their helmets it was apparent that it was a man and woman - not a couple of burly bikers. They talked a few minutes, although we couldn't make out what they were saying. The guy took a blanket from his saddlebag and the two of them walked arm in arm into a clearing and out of our line of vision.

Chantel turned to me with an enthusiastic look on her face. "Oh, motorcycles ..

I love motorcycles. Do you think we could get some pictures of me on one of them?" Before I could reply she started walking quickly in that direction. I picked up her clothes and followed her. She was standing beside the bikes when I caught up to her.

She posed while I took a few shots of her near the bikes and then suggested we should ask the owners before she climbed on one of them. I handed her the robe and she began putting it on as she headed for the clearing where the bikers had gone. As we came over the rise, the two of them came into view. They had spread out their blanket and were in the process of stripping when they saw us. The woman didn't even flinch at the sight of us, she just continued to pull off her jeans. Maybe it was because Chantel hadn't tied up her robe and was therefore visible to them, or maybe it was because these bikers were free spirits themselves, but the woman stood up and walked over to us in just her panties.

She extended her hand and smiled as she said "Well, hello. We didn't expect to find anyone else way out here.

I'm Trish and this is Scott" she motioned over her shoulder to her naked partner.

He seemed to be amused as he grinned at Chantel. "We were wondering if we could take some pictures of me on one of your motorcycles" Chantel explained.

"Sure" was all Trish said as she walked past us towards the bikes. We followed her and Chantel removed her robe. Scott just shrugged and laid down on the blanket as we all walked away. When we got to the bikes Trish told Chantel to climb on and stood back as I took several pictures. Chantel was really enjoying pretending to ride the motorcycle. "Would you like to go for a ride?" Trish asked. Chantel replied "Can I? That would be so great". I looked over at Trish and saw that she had removed her panties. She told Chantel to move back on the seat and climbed on in front of her.

Trish smiled at me and suggested I might want to take a few pictures before they took off. I sure did - what a lovely sight - two naked women on a bike - this was turning into quite the day. Trish told Chantel to hold on and Chantel put her hands lightly on Trish's hips. Trish just laughed and told her that she'd want to get a better grip than that. Chantel wrapped her arms around Trish's waist and pulled herself tightly up against Trish's back. Then Trish started the engine and slowly moved the bike onto the road. I took a few more pictures as they headed off down the road, long hair flowing from both of the beautiful women.

What a lovely sight. They faded into the distance and disappeard around the turn. It was several minutes before I heard the motor returning, and then they reappeared around the turn and roared towards me. Trish seemed to be racing to give Chantel more of a thrill. I was right.

When they came to a stop in front of me I could see the look of extacy on Chantel's face, and the knowing smile on Trish's. As I took a few pictures I couldn't help but notice that Chantel had a tight grip on Trish's breasts, and her hands were actually massaging them. Whether conciously or unconciously Chantel had been holding on for the wild ride, and had transferred the thrill of the ride into something very stimulating. Trish was making no attempt to stop Chantel. Trish turned off the engine and Chantel continued her massaging for a minute as she hugged close to Trish. As she relaxed a bit her hands wandered down Trish's sides to her hips and back to the breasts a few times before she finally swung off the bike.

Trish dismounted and asked Chantel how she enjoyed the ride. Chantel repsonded that it was very exciting. Trish dryly commented that it was obvious that Chantel had enjoyed the ride. She ran her hand over the seat where Chantel had been hen raised that hand to her face and inhaled deeply. She smiled and said "Yes, I'd say you really enjoyed the ride".

I noticed that the seat was quite wet, and I guess Chantel realized it at about the same time.

As she began to mutter something about being sorry, Trish hugged her and said "Don't worry about it, I cum while riding all the time too - it's such a rush isn't it? Besides, we love the taste of a wet softness don't we Scott?". That's when I realized that Scott had come over to join us. He moved up behind Chantel as he responded "You bet", reached around and gently took one of Chantel's breasts in his hand. Chantel sighed and leaned back against him. Trish touched Chantel's other breast and then let her hand trail down over her tummy and onto her pubic mound. She delared "Oh, yes, Scott, she's pretty wet alright. I think she really enjoyed the first part of her ride". Trish moved in to make Chantel into a beautiful looking sandwhich with Scott as I took several more pictures. I followed as the three of them walked hand-in-hand towards the blanket. They exchanged hugs and kisses as they ran their hands all over each other. "Well, I've just got to taste that wet softness" Scott declared as he gently pushed Chantel onto her back, eased her legs apart and began lightly toying at her. Chantel let out an obviously pleased purr.

As Trish played with Chantel's nipples she asked Scott "Well, sugar, does she taste as good as me?". Scott didn't answer - he just buried his face between Chantel's legs and sucked her hard.

Chantel's gasp and subsequent moans told everyone that she was enjoying the attention.

Trish smiled and declared "I guess that gives me my answer".

You must taste delicious my dear - I can hardly wait for my turn". Chantel smiled up at her and said "I love the taste of softness too". Trish didn't need any more of a hint than that, she immediately swung herself over Chantel's face and lowered her wet softness onto Chantel's waiting mouth. Trish's writhing told me that Chantel was no novice to this - she was drinking deeply from the heavenly nectar teasing from Trish's love tunnel.

What a great set of pictures.

The three of them eating and sucking each other with a passioate urgency. Each trying to outdo the others as they strived to bring their current focus of attention to orgasm. I've never witnessed two women who were so focussed on pleasing each other.

Scott wasn't suffering from any lack of attention either as both women took time to toy and suck him as well. But once they had drained him dry the two vixens really attacked each other's bodies with a burning desire to give each other the best experiences they could. Chantel has since confided to me that since that day whenever she sees a motorcycle she starts to get wet, and if she sees a woman riding one she actually cums without any further stimulation. I think we need to get that girl her own motorcycle.