The Island, Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 16

... Just the right temp for a cool evening. Maybe about 105-110. Anyone up for a dip?” Nobody was very interested, as we were pretty hot and sweaty already. “Maybe some other time,” I said, “when we haven’t been hiking through jungle for an hour. Let’s head for the top. We may be able to see if there are any other islands nearby, or maybe some boats.” We continued climbing, following the stream as it tumbled down the side of the mountain. We did find the water in the upper section, above the hot springs, to be much cooler. The geothermal activity must have been on the east side of the mountain, not at the top. After another 20 minutes of strenuous hiking, we reached the summit, at least a couple of thousand feet above the ocean. Blue water stretched unbroken as far as the eye could see. A single cloud on the horizon hung motionless, raising the possibility of a distant island. It would be impossible to swim there, but building a boat and sailing there was an idea I filed away for later consideration. It was a gorgeous site: the entire top of the peak was a crater lake, a deep blue that reflected the clouds scudding overhead. It sat down in what must have been an old caldera, about 20 feet below the rim. About 200 or 300 yards across at its widest, the water was broken by a few flat rocks near our side, and drained at two points. One was the small trickle we had been following, and the other was a more substantial outflow on the northwestern side, which must have been the origin ...

... of the stream near camp. I figured there must be springs in the bottom of the lake to maintain the outflow; rainwater alone wouldn’t keep the stream running full time. The water was crystal clear, and we could see the bottom at least 20 feet below the surface. “This is more like it!” shouted Summer. We had entered the crater through the same crack in the eastern side that allowed the smaller stream to exit, and she was swishing her hand through the water, testing its temperature. “Check it out, guys!” We all dipped our tired feet in the cool water, relishing the sensation. River disappeared through the crack in the rim, and in a few minutes emerged at the top of the rim, now stark naked. “Geronimo!” he yelled, plummeting the 15 or 20 feet down into the water, splashing us all when he hit the surface. He popped up again, sputtering and blowing, to say, “This feels awesome! Come on in!” He began paddling around in a circle on his back, spouting water out of his mouth like a whale. The kids quickly and un-self-consciously shed their clothes and dove in, and I rapidly followed. I had never been much bothered by public nudity, and anyway the cold water felt too good to pass up. We swam around for a few minutes, laughing and splashing with childlike enthusiasm, and then clambered up onto one of the table-like rocks breaking the surface. Everyone reclined on the warm stone surface to soak up some sun and raise their body temperature after the chilly plunge. Rain, Dakota, Stu and I ...