Chapter 396: Chapter 395.

Chapter 395. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: Things Get Steamy Down by the Stream. (1/5)

By the time we left the restaurant, it was already 5:00 PM.

We hopped on my motorcycle and hit the road again with a full tank of gas. We had a few things strapped down to the back of my motorcycle. We couldn’t exactly rent out a hotel room on our own as we weren’t old enough so we decided to camp outdoors. We didn’t want to waste money on hotel expenses either since they really added up over time so we were on a budget.

After we drove for about an hour, we pitched a tent inside a flat plain surrounded by a thicket of trees that acted as a windbreaker. By now, we were only about fifty kilometers away from the first city we’d pass through on our little cross-country trip. We could have made it to the city before night fell if we kept driving, but we wouldn’t have anywhere to stay.

As such, we scouted out a good place to settle down and this was the place.

We finished setting up camp around 7:30 PM when the sun was quite low in the sky and setting. There was a small, very shallow stream of water flowing along the tree line a short distance away outside the tree line. The water was crystal clear and smelled fresh, it didn’t have a strange odor or look brown and murky the way the river that passed through my city appeared. We still wouldn’t consume it carelessly without boiling it, but it was safe enough to at least wash our bodies with.

It had been rather warm today, but driving with the wind blowing against our bodies was enough to keep our bodies cool. The shade from the trees in this thicket helped keep us cool now that we weren’t moving about.

Once we settled in we rested a little around the campfire we started until the sun was almost below the horizon. 

Rosa suddenly suggested, “We should wash our bodies off in the stream before the sun fully sets. The water will be too cold if we try to do so at night.”

“Sure, who’s going first though?”

“First? Let’s just go together. It’d be bad if a wild animal shows up when one of us is alone. It’s safer this way.”

It was true that wild animals out here were a major concern compared to when living in the city. Boars and whatnot can be a bit dangerous in the wild. Well, as long as you didn’t provoke them and you kept your distance from them, they typically wouldn’t attack you. That being the case, leaving your stuff unattended was just asking for trouble.

“What if a wild animal ransacks our stuff while we’re gone?”

“We’ve got a fire going and our scents are lingering in the air, it should keep wild animals away until we get back so we don’t need to worry too much.”

“I see.”

Rosa pulled me along by the hand away from our campsite, dragging me through the thicket of trees, in the direction of the stream.

As soon as we passed through the tree lining and shrubbery, we were greeted by quite the sight.

Breathtaking, was the best word to describe the scenery of the plains. Truly, it was beautiful. The only thing that made the sight better was seeing Rosa’s red hair from behind as it blew to the side partially obstructing the sun in front of me.

Along the opposite side of the stream, the ground was golden and the sky glowed an orange fiery red. The sun was three quarters below the horizon. The clouds created a collage in the sky, a mix of countless different shades of red and orange. From our angle, the sun’s reflection stretched quite far across the stream in front of us.

The stream was only a bit over half a foot deep and about twenty feet wide. Pebbles and river rocks were littered along the sides and below the surface of the water. There were also a few large rocks big enough to sit on that protruded from the water. The water split into two channels and flowed around them.

I couldn’t help but think back to the show I saw at the planetarium. Seeing this sort of thing in the flesh was a completely different experience.

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You weren’t simply seeing and hearing it, you were smelling, tasting, and feeling everything. The sensation from underfoot as your feet dug into the dirt with each step. The moisture in the ground and foliage. The natural scents that came with nature. The taste of the air on your tongue. It was completely different than when you were stuck in the city. Everything was.

It was so fresh. Something you completely missed out on when you were locked up in your room inside one of those big cities. Somehow, I felt so at peace I didn’t want to return to the city. I knew there were many inconveniences that came with living out here far away from civilization, but I couldn’t help but think the trade-off could be worth it.

This sort of freedom, it wasn’t something you could experience in cities where you were restricted and bound by countless rules. But in exchange for freedom, you gave up security. Your life would be uncertain living out here, but was that really so bad? I suppose a rural lifestyle in a small community would be considered a compromise between the two extremes. Sadly, these days, lifestyles have swayed too greatly in favor of urban ones. Rural life in the future was taken for granted, everyone in the future shortsightedly set their eyes on the opportunities provided by big cities and forsook the more conservative rural ways of living.

It is… lamentable. That was the best word to describe my feelings toward the future.

As time went on, civilization headed more and more in the direction of urbanization. Those who lived a rural life, such as farmers, were typically held in disdain by those living in urban areas. It wasn’t unusual for farmers to be looked down upon and treated like uneducated idiots. 

I’ve never thought that way about them though. I’ve always held them in utmost respect and have always been extremely grateful for their hard work. I wish they weren’t looked down upon or treated with contempt by society. Without them, people in the city with their fancy office jobs would be left completely helpless. They wouldn’t even know how to survive on their own. Cities would be unable to sustain themselves and most people would starve to death as most lack and have long lost the skills required to survive on their own outside a city.

Life outside of the city was by no means easy after all. Things that were considered common sense in a city were suddenly complicated matters of life and death out here.

“What’re you standing around spacing out for? Let’s hurry up before it gets too cold,” when I heard Rosa’s voice I snapped back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, right.”

Rosa headed over to a rock along the side of the stream and proceeded to strip her clothes. With her back to me, she placed her fingers under the straps of her black tank top and pulled it up above her head.

I stared at her bare back from behind, her skin was fair, white, devoid of a single blemish. She reached behind her back and pinched the hooks on her bra. The two straps at the back separated and fell down under her arms.

She peeked over her shoulder and asked when she realized I was staring at her, “Are you just going to stand around all day watching me change?”

“No.” I looked the opposite way and pulled my shirt up over my head. I removed my shoes and then the jeans I had on. Beneath my jeans, I’d worn a pair of shorts. I could hang it out to dry over the fire if it got wet when washing my body off.

I moved over to a different rock from Rosa’s and put down my folded-up jeans and shirt on top of it. I placed my shoes upside down on top of it to prevent them from being blown away by a sudden gust of wind.

Just when I was about to turn around, two arms wrapped around me from behind. I could feel Rosa’s bare breasts pressed up against my back. They were silky soft.

“Hey, don’t forget to take these off~”

Her hands slid down from my chest until her thumbs slipped under the front lining of my shorts.

I moved to grab her hands, but she was quick and pulled my shorts down before I could stop her.

“Hehe, looks like you were too slow to stop me~”

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