The young girl stood with her back to the bank of the river, waist deep in the brisk mountain water. Her undergarments, wet, clung to every curve of her slender youthful body. As she turned to the bank the flesh of her nipples, erect with the chill, was slightly visible threw her bodice. After wringing her wet hair, she retuned to the task at hand. She had come to the river to do her washing.
She was very aware of the presence of someone else but did nothing to show for it. More likely than not, the wildlife would let her know if the human making way to the rivers edge would be a friend or foe. Few new of the secluded bank and most of them that new would be making there way to carry on with business of the same. Sonya had become quite accustom to the others from the ranch bathing around her. Days were busy with other chores that when given the chance to have a bit of free time to do things like bath, you seldom could do it all alone.
Hunter stood motionless under the towering cottonwood trees, savoring the moment as long as possible. While he knew this woman would someday share his bed, he willed the picture to be burned to his memory. Sonya was even more beautiful in the whispers of sunlight dancing threw the trees, the birds and sounds of the river almost a hymn to the indescribable fantasy before his eyes.
“If your waiting for a private moment, you have missed your opportunity tonight,” Sonya called out to the open air. “I have enough washing to continue till dawn.”
“Only if you think you won’t get to cold, but I really don’t mind waiting.” Hunter responded, not sure of the reaction he would cause her.
Nonplused, Sonya continued what she was doing, unsure which of the soldiers had found her, yet not wanting to stir interests with a commotion. Hunter knew he must now make his way down the final path to the rivers edge, if he was to continue this conversation with any dignity.
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very intriguing…more, more, more!