Deeper Tans

Karen had some commitments that required her to return every other weekend to her home in the high desert, and we always planned it so that we drove up on Friday night, drove to our new found spot off the Kern early on Saturday and returned in time for her commitments on Saturday night. Over the remainder of that spring until the semester ended, we made these trips a part of our routine, and it was a pleasant escape from our studies and "normal" life. Getting to the pool was much faster now that I knew where to go, and even found after a month of driving to the aqueduct and walking over to our spot, that the dirt road actually turned north, went around a hidden curve, and led to a spot directly above our hidden gem. The shelf all around this natural tub was all smooth and polished granite, and there was a little three inch lip that allowed us to place our towels in such a way that we could face the bright shining sun and use the lip as a kind of pillow, hard as it was and not soft. It was a perfect spot to tan our naked bodies. And the tub itself: it was cold water coming from a high plateau called Domeland, but it was invigorating after baking under the hot sun, and the way the water flowed into this carved out pocket into the tub, made it thrash and swirl as if you were in a man made hot tub ... only with cold water. Like I said, it was very invigorating. We both loved our all over tans, and in our more sexual time together (she remained a virgin), I loved lavishing her tanned breast with her sensitive nipples and her pussy with my tongue, and she loved going down on my well tanned cock. We both simply loved the all over tan look as compared to having tan lines from a suit. In fact, having an all over tan just encouraged us to find more time to be naked together. She was like a golden goddess with that all over tan and I wanted to see all of her as often as possible.