The Quarry

The quarry is a mystical place that really exists, where young people go to watch nymphs swim naked and bask on granite heated by the summer sun. I lived in northern Vermont with my brother. It was a very rural area. There weren?t many jobs?in the winter it was mostly working in the woods cutting trees for lumber or pulp, or on the railroad laying rails at thirty below with the wind whistling through the cuts. In the summer it was working on farms. Family farms?mostly dairy. It was summer time. My brother and I and three friends were baling hay, which meant running a baler behind a tractor, breathing diesel fumes, getting eaten by black and deer flies, and tossing eighty pound bales onto a wagon for hours on end. It was hot, sweaty, demanding work and, when we?d finally finished, we knocked off and decided to go to the quarry. The quarry was old and abandoned and a wonderful place, especially at the end of a hot day. When we got there, we parked our car off the road and walked for almost half a mile through a mature hardwood forest, a stand of mostly sugar maple and yellow birch. It was quiet, peaceful, almost mystical, and the long walk gave people a chance to mellow out. At the end of the path, the trees opened into a great bowl?well, really, a small bowl. It was dainty by quarry standards, but the walls of tumbled granite gave it grandeur befitting its age, and at the bottom of the bowl was a crystal clear pond fed by underground springs. The water was clean enough to drink and icy cold, even in midsummer. The quarry?s isolation and beauty made it a prime spot for stripping and swimming naked. Except for the most shy, it was always used that way. There were five of us guys, hot and dirty, and hoping we?d get lucky by finding a few women to swim with, or maybe watch basking on the rocks. I was in my twenties, and my brother and friends were a couple of years younger, and though we were disappointed Ataşehir Escort to find ourselves alone, we still had a fine time drinking a little beer, cooling off in the water, and sitting naked, warming back up on the hot rocks. We decided to leave and go someplace to stoke up on calories. The work and swim had primed us with a fierce appetite. Yet, no one seemed in a rush, and so we dressed and sat and told stories while we passed around the last bottle of a six-pack. We finished and were about to grab our gear and get on the road when we heard footsteps rustling in the leaves. We turned, and to our astonishment two girls walked into the clearing. They could have been wood nymphs with the way they looked and how they surprised us. I guessed them to be about eighteen or nineteen but all grown up, if you know what I mean. ?Hi,? we all said, or nodded, trying to be as friendly and unthreatening as we could. There wasn?t a doubt in my mind that each of us guys had exactly the same thought: Are they going to take their clothes off? I was also pretty sure the girls knew exactly where our thoughts were. This was the quarry, after all. One of the girls came forward, but not too close. The other girl hung back. She seemed uncertain, and maybe a little frightened. ?Hi,? the one that came forward said. ?How?s the water?? ?Cold and refreshing,? I told her. I was trying hard not to stare, but she was more than an eyeful and I failed miserably. She didn?t seem to mind, though. There wasn?t much doubt that they?d come to swim. The thought of their nudity continued to race through the pleasure centers of my brain. I imagined her thinking Do I dare? ?My friend, Connie, has never been here before. She?s visiting. I?m Melina.? ?I?m Matt.? I turned to her friend. ?Hi Connie,? I said. ?It?s okay, we?re friendly.? The rest of the guys grinned and nodded. Connie took a shy step forward Ataşehir Escort Bayan and smiled hesitantly. ?Hi,? she said, still not sure about us. I could sympathize with her fears, but I?d never known anyone who ever went to that magical place to be disrespectful, let alone dangerous. Melina took the towels and a cloth bag from Connie, put the bag down, and spread the towels out to make a nest. She took Connie?s hand, and guided her to their spot, and Connie sat. Melina began unbuttoning her shirt. The five of us guys watched her undress. She was turned sideways but stood back far enough to give us the whole view. She took her shirt off and stood in her bra and jeans fitting tight to the curves of her ass. The bra fitted loose to breasts that didn?t need one. She waited, watching ripples of breeze blowing across the water. I couldn?t believe the perfection of the moment, watching this nymph of a goddess, anticipating her going the next step. Every one of us?me, my brother, our friends, and even Connie? hung on every movement of every fine muscle of this divine creature as she so generously shared herself with us. It couldn?t get any better I thought, but it did. A trout jumped, and grabbed a fly, and disappeared into the dark, leaving concentric rings spreading across the pond. It broke the ice, and we all laughed, even Connie. We boys looked knowingly and sheepishly at each other. Melina undid the button of her jeans. She peeled them down and off, bending and showing us her backside while she balanced precariously, pulling the jeans off her legs and feet. Then she stood again to show us the progress, and I swear that every living thing in that great bowl, and every thing that wasn?t living, every tree that had forced its roots into a niche seeking life among those massive blocks from a time gone by, and every grain of quartz and microcline within those Escort Ataşehir thousands of tons of ancient hard rock, and especially all the souls of all the men who?d ever blasted, sweated, broken and died among those monoliths from earths deep guts?everything, everything?turned her way. She smiled. She was the center of attention. It was what she had come for. After a moment, she reached behind her in that gesture only a woman can make , and unclasped the catch of her bra and peeled it down her arms and off her breasts, to reveal them to us in all their glory. Breasts are wonderful things?a pleasure to touch and be touched?but the breasts of a girl just come to womanhood are rare and budding flowers. And, that fine day, Melina?s breasts were a gift to the five young men she found before her, and a gift, I believe, intended even more for her young friend. There was still one more gift to give, and she gave us that too. She turned and stripped that last slim garment down her legs and stepped out of them, and spread her legs wide enough to let us see her golden tufts and swirls and the fullness of the sweet lips they had adorned. Thank you Lord, I thought, Now I can die in peace. At this point, I believed Melina was a little embarrassed by her performance. She looked to the side and said, ?I?m going to jump,? and she gestured to the cliff over the pond, about twenty feet from the water where lots of people take the plunge. I was sure she was embarrassed, because then she said something silly?she said ?I hope I don?t break a tit.? ?I don?t think you need to worry about that,? I replied, and I felt as foolish for my lame comment as she must have felt for hers. The moment had really called for something grand, insightful, or timeless, but I wasn?t at my best. We all watched while she jumped, and then watched as she swam and gamboled in the water. And, finally, she swam to the shore and began to get out. I?m sure she must have felt cold, because she looked down at her breasts and then got really embarrassed. Her nipples were turgid and distended?as much so as I was sure they could ever be?and aiming right at us. I could see that, for a moment, she didn?t know what to do?get back in the water or cover them up.