Greg was back on his walk, the halfway meeting with Tansia over. Greg smiled to himself; so that was what she looked like naked; he had, of course, wondered; fantasised even; and then there was that tail!
Greg kept thinking back to Tansia's tail. What was there about a girl wearing a bushy squirrel tail? Was it the thought of how it was attached? Was it the slightly kinky, half animal appearance it gave her? Or was it just the emphasis it gave to her buttocks? What would it be like to penetrate her from the rear with the bushy tail rising up between them or pull the tail out and...?
The path carried on; sometimes leading close by the water's edge, other times up in the trees. It was, all things considered, good to be out walking in the early light. It was warm and the world looked all fresh and new, the birds were singing and there was the occasional splash of a fish leaping for an insect. Had Greg been dressed or even just naked and rambling he would have felt perfectly at ease. Walking with the biggest hard-on he had ever had swaying from one side to the other as he walked, his foreskin peeled right back as if ready for sex and a shiny, translucent bubble of pre-cum forming and occasionally elongating into a swinging strand, rather spoilt the serenity of the walk. The strand looked very strange when it happened; with its bead of liquid at its end swinging happily with the motion of his cock and catching the sunlight, before falling to the ground. He found himself watching it, watching how long it got before breaking and how big a swing it achieved.
Not only did he feel more 'turned on' than he could remember but he also felt so exposed to the world. Every slight noise unsettled him as he imagined his secret dread coming to pass with him being seen before he could hide. Not just one girl hiker or jogger but a whole school party - thirty pubescent girls in skirts - coming through the trees on a nature outing with their teachers. A nature outing to see nature in the wild. Greg imagined their shock at finding nature at its natural, raw and procreative best. It was not at all likely at that hour of the morning or in the school holidays but Greg just imagined the worst.
It might be thought that the lake would have been completely devoid of people at that hour. After all it was not exactly in a populated area but Greg seemed to hit a busy patch. He had virtually had the other side of the lake to himself but not now. A sudden sound ahead of him and he turned for the trees and bushes but it was already too late. The jogger was bearing down on him at speed and all Greg could do was stop with a slim tree trunk between him and the approaching figure; a tree trunk he hoped would at least hide the fact of his standing penis but not, of course, his nakedness. It was a girl; her blond hair carefully tied back in a pony tail to keep it from her eyes, swung briskly as she ran. Inevitably Greg appraised her body clad in running shorts and tee shirt. Nice legs; the girl was not one of those willowy types but the solid athletic type with substantial limbs - not at all fat but firm and powerful looking. Just right, Greg could not help thinking, for clasping a man and holding him tightly in place so his cock did the right things. There was no movement from her reasonably developed chest - an indication of the restraining influence of a sports bra. It would be fund to remove it and see the result under her tee shirt as her freed breasts swung naturally. Clasped in one hand the inevitable plastic bottle of mineral water. An eminently fuckable girl and one virtually up to Greg by the time he had taken her in.
"Morning," he said. His voice not coming out quite as calmly as he had planned but instead with a slight squeak.
"Hullo," she replied with a slightly puzzled look as she ran up to him. Coming across a naked hiker was probably not what she was used to on her jogs; her greeting, though, turned to an audible, "Oh!" as she ran past glancing down at the point the tree no longer obscured Greg. He turned to watch her running on and found she was looking back at him with a very surprised expression. Clearly she had not at all been expecting to see such a display of rampant maleness. Greg was not quite sure whether he had really rather enjoyed exposing himself to the pretty girl or not. Perhaps he should have stood in full view as she had run up - after all he had nothing to be ashamed of particularly given the effect of the drink which seemed to have pushed his penis to an exceptional attempt at hardness. Surely she could have been nothing if not impressed? Still he did not want to be reported to the police.
The experience did not encourage Greg. He was still much happier hiding and he was much more successful with the next jogger as he slipped behind some bushes and crouched hoping he had not been seen. He had not and the male jogger ran past without a glance in his direction.
He could not believe it when yet another male jogger appeared - this time from behind him. He did not have a chance to hide.
The jogger paused just past Greg, stared for a few moments with a very big grin indeed. "Hey man, naked's one thing but you really shouldn't wander around like that." As he started to run again he shouted back, "nice cock, though! Perhaps see you later."
A movement out of the corner of his eye - canoeists. They were up early, perhaps planning to paddle all the way around the lake. They were a little off the shore, almost silently moving across the water. Had they caught him, a glimpse or more in profile between the trees? His sticking up erection would be clear in profile - a male out hunting for a mate? Greg froze and stared out as the canoeists passed. They did not seem to have seen him, their heads were not turned his way but he was sure he would be visible if they looked. He was not hidden in the shadow of the trees but caught almost in the open where just a few saplings served as cover. They paddled on unconscious of the strange sight on the shoreline and Greg began moving again.
Mostly the path was easy but a wrong turning found Greg climbing high into the trees. It was an upper path but, as it was still going in the right direction, Greg was not worried at leaving the lake. At least he would be free of the menace of the joggers in their sports bras and running shorts. The tenseness of constantly listening ahead and behind fell away and he began to enjoy his naked freedom and the exercise once again. That was until, coming down a steep bank, he managed to lose his footing.
There Greg was; slipping and sliding on his bottom until stopped very suddenly and painfully by a sapling in his balls. He should have kept his legs together not tried to slow his slide by spreading his legs. The pain was excruciating, that dreadful dull super ache that appears not immediately but seconds after the testicular impact or squeeze. It did not, of course, cause the slightest dip in his erection. Greg supposed it was better really than having a buttock lacerated by a sharp stone. The awful dull ache or rather pain was made worse by being in both of his balls -- a double impact. Greg just lay there in shock and pain staring up at the tree canopy. His balls felt even larger than they had done before.
Had the impact caused a swelling making his genitalia even more surprising in appearance than before? It did look like it! He limped on, as the nausea receded, down the path back towards the lake. It had been a quieter path but not safer in the end.
Being watched is one thing but Greg soon found himself watching instead. The path had left the side of the lake for a while and Greg had left the path in order to get to the lake and wash his rather muddy buttocks but as he approached the lake he heard the sound of voices. Quietly he peered through the bushes. A couple had set up camp on the shore and were just leaving their tent and walking naked towards the water, evidently going for a refreshing skinny dip. In the early light it was a lovely sight and Greg wished he had had his camera. The couple and the serenity of the lake; the man and woman hand in hand; the couple naked and, moreover, Greg was amused to see, the man as erect as he was. There seemed quite a lot of erections around in the early morning! Perhaps he should hail them and go and talk. Surely there could be no embarrassment with both men sporting erections. Only, of course as they chatted, the other man's would go down but his would not!
Greg watched the couple stepping into the water and admired the natural grace of the girl, the curves of her body and the surprising lack of correlation between her hips and head. Lovely flowing dark black hair to her head but not a hint of blackness between her thighs. Clearly she had been busy with the razor. They looked so natural -- nature's children.
The cold water had the predicted effect and Greg would have moved on had it not been for where the girl's hand went as they came out of the water. Greg stared. She really was doing it - working him as they stood in the water. Again he wished for his camera. Why did he not see such scenes when out walking normally? He would have loved to have hid and spied on such a scene; taking a few photographs and having a nice visually stimulated wank. His hand almost dropped to his cock out of habit but he knew he must not. Tansia had warned him and he knew he would come within seconds of his thumb and forefinger making the circle and pulling on the foreskin.
The frustration was immense; he had actually caught a couple skinny dipping and fucking but was unable to fully enjoy it. To be accurate they were not yet fucking but that was going to happen - it was obvious.
What, though, would have been a frustration - but was perhaps just as well in the circumstances - was the fucking not being public; Greg did not have the full voyeuristic delight of seeing the penetration and the working of genitalia together. What he did see was the couple walking back towards the tent. They were not now hand in hand as the girl was gently leading the boy by his re-erected cock and moving it in a very suggestive way; the boy's hand was on the girl's buttocks (and who knew where his fingers were?) They walked directly towards where Greg was crouched in the bushes which worried him for a second but then they ducked down back into the tent. To Greg it seemed a shame for them. With such beautiful scenery and such a wonderful morning surely it would have been the most fun to fuck in the open - perhaps the girl simply bending to be taken from behind in the way of the animals -- a lovely image of natural intercourse by the lake.
