I finally booked the rustic little cabin in the Gunflint wilderness in northern Minnesota. It had been seven years since I had taken a vacation, and I was looking forward to the peace and quiet of complete isolation. The only sounds I wanted to hear for the next week were the cries of the loons and the distant howls of the wolves that inhabited this piece of heaven. I packed a couple of knapsacks and loaded up my car. I headed north up I-35 out of Minneapolis to one of the last little pieces of private land adjacent to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. My husband and I loved the little cabin on that land and I hoped I was making the right decision. Since his death seven years ago, I had not wanted to do anything. I couldn’t even bear to take off my wedding ring, let alone visit that cabin. But I had loved the wilderness as much as he did and the time to visit there again seemed right. In a way, visiting this area again made him seem closer. On the way north, I stopped at all our old favorite places along the way. I stopped in Hinckley and had a fried cinnamon roll at Tobies. I had dinner in Duluth at Grandma’s Saloon and sat out on their deck and watched the big ships pass under the Aerial Lift Bridge as they entered and left the harbor. Finally that first day, I spent the night at the historic Fitger’s Hotel in a room that looked out over Lake Superior. In the morning I headed north again. I made one last stop at Betty’s Pie Shop before the mad dash to get through the portages so I could make it to the cabin before dark. After three long portages through the boreal forest, I unlocked the last canoe to get me to the cabin and headed out across Bear Track kocaeli escort Lake to the island in the west bay. The cabin was just like I remembered it, though a bit more rustic. I hauled my two packs up to the cabin, had a light supper, and sat on the little porch deck and watched the sun set as the loons called out their welcome. As I relaxed, I started to realize just how tired I was after the long and strenuous trip. I went inside, unrolled my sleeping bag on top of the old mattress, and quickly fell asleep. ****** I woke up in the morning to a cloudless sky and brilliant sunshine. I decided fresh blueberry pancakes were in order and set out with my bag and bug spray. I remembered that there was a big blueberry patch just down from the cabin and I was soon surrounded by tons of ripe blueberries. I ate the first handful and headed back to the cabin and had a sumptuous feast. By noon it had become unseasonably warm, especially for this part of the state. The thermometer on the cabin was reading 92 degrees. I put on my swimsuit and headed down to the lake. There really wasn’t a beach, but a huge flat rock ledge that slowly entered the water down to about four feet below the surface. The cool water felt so good that I decided this is where I should spend the day. A couple of times I looked back up at the cabin and for a moment, I could have sworn I saw my husband waving to me with that big silly grin of his on his face. Maybe he was there in a way. I still missed him so much. As it started to approach sunset, I was surprised it hadn’t cooled off. It was actually hotter now at dusk. There was no way I could sleep inside that sweltering kocaeli escort bayan cabin tonight. I spread my sleeping bag out on the little deck and hung my swimsuit up to dry. I was about to dress when I decided it was just too hot. Visitors through this area were rare and whenever we occasionally saw them they were just passing through to other portages. I felt pretty safe in my nudity. The air was heavy and still, and I soon discovered there was no way I was going to be able to sleep. The moon was full and beautifully illuminated the area in silver light. I took the short path down to the lake seeking relief from the muggy heat. As I neared the lake I stopped instantly by what I saw through the pines. Not fifty feet from me, at the edge of the shore was a small campsite and a canoe. The light from the campfire illuminated a man. He looked to be alone and was wearing only shorts. The light from the fire made the sweat on his svelte body glisten with an orange glow. Remembering that I was alone and naked, I silently hid behind a large rock and pine tree and watched. He was just finishing up setting up his camp, and he sat down on a fallen tree to survey his work. I watched as he wiped the sweat from his brow and then slid off the shorts. He threw the shorts on the tree, and I had a good look at his body. He was absolutely beautiful standing there in the moon and firelight. I started to feel urges I had repressed for years as I felt a tingling arousal in my pussy. I watched as he picked up a canteen and started to drink. I watched in awe as spilled water ran down his chest, slowly dripping off the end of his cock. I couldn’t izmit escort help but stare at this stranger’s hard body and especially his beautiful cock. It was like I was in a trance and could only stare at the incredible cock in front of me. I felt my hand running along my labia. I watched as he turned and slowly waded into the water. I was mesmerized by the sight of his tight muscular butt rising and then disappearing with a splash into the silver water. I tried to compose myself and quietly headed back to my cabin before I suddenly stopped. I hesitated for a moment, and then turned away from the cabin and headed down to the lake to my rock ledge. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the moonlight onto the gently slopping rock ledge. I slowly walked out into about a foot of water and stopped. I stood there, naked as the day I was born, staring up at the moon and the millions of stars above. I became more aroused at the thought that this stranger could see my naked body. I looked down at my breasts bathed in moonlight. My nipples were noticeably erect and pointing to the moon. If he were looking, he would be the first man to see me like this since my husband died. Would he find me desirable? I ever-so-slowly waded deeper into the lake. As I entered into deeper water and started to slowly swim, I was overcome with the wonderful sensation of refreshing water reaching everywhere on my body. Oh god, it felt so good. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed skinny dipping. I just drifted through the water feeling every sensation. I felt my nipples hardening even more at the pleasure of it all. “Hello there!” I heard him say as I suddenly opened my eyes. He was only six feet away. “I thought I was alone on the island,” the sexy stranger remarked. “I thought I was alone here tonight,” I lied. “I figured you thought you were alone here when I saw you at the edge of the water a few minutes ago,” he quietly said.