I have a nice getaway property in a small mountain chain somewhere in the heart of Dixie. The views are great, and I have about 70 acres of land; a large portion of which is bordered by over a half mile of creek. It is through this creek that I access the property; it is 4WD accessible only, unless one wishes to hike in the almost half mile right of way from the main road. Because of this remote location (in the middle of nowhere to begin with), I have very few if any, issues with people trespassing.
I'm self employed and only work two days a week, so I have plenty of free time on my hands to hang out at my rustic cabin (no power or water) and just enjoy nature at its finest. Since the tract is so remote and private, I usually take my clothes off as soon as I get to the cabin, light up a cigarette to relax, go out onto the small front porch and take a short walk au naturale. I also typically finish the walk with a nice masturbation session and a wonderful orgasm; quite often ejaculating my load more than five feet through the air before it splashes onto the grass or leaves, depending upon where I am.
One particular afternoon, I decided to walk back down to the creek where I cross it, with the intention of rinsing off, and then jerking off as I wandered around the sandbar; enjoying the sensation of orgasm as I savored the natural beauty of the shallow gorge around me. As I approached the rocky ford, however, I caught some movement from the other side of the creek, as someone approached using my right of way. I quickly ducked off to one side, crouching behind a clump of ironwood as whoever it was got closer.
Now keep in mind that I have no hangups about being nude; I love walking around clothes-free, but I do have an issue with someone trespassing on my property and running into me that way because I have no idea who the hell they are or what they want. If they're up to no good I'm pretty much screwed, as no clothes also means no Colt Anaconda on my hip.
I peered through the foliage and watched as the person came into view. To my surprise, it was a slightly chubby blonde with glasses and a kerchief on her head, wearing a black skirt, black calf-high boots and a checkered shirt. She reached the flat bedrock that allowed me to cross the creek easily, and glanced around furtively for a few seconds to be certain she was alone. Apparently, she failed to notice that the farm style gate was open, because she began removing her clothes.
I watched intently, as she unbuttoned her thin cotton shirt and cast it to one side, revealing a nice set of really large and round knockers. She immediately reminded me of Kirsten Vangsness, from Criminal Minds, with her blonde hair, glasses and really fuckable titties; someone I really have the hots for. She continued removing her clothes, although there wasn't much left to take off. She pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but her boots. I don't know what it is about chunky chicks and tight, calf-high boots, but it really turns me on. I began pulling on my cock as I watched her take those sexy boots off as well, leaving her totally nude; her pale skin shining in the filtered sunlight, as it flickered across her nude body.
The woman stepped into the shallow water of the creek and began fingering herself as she waded downstream. I stared in silent fascination as she wandered around a bend in the creek and disappeared. I immediately leaped to me feet, waded across the stream and scooped her clothes up, before returning to my side and dumping them behind the same clump of ironwood I had been hiding behind. I then reclined on the slab of bedrock on my side of the creek and waited for her to return.
A minute or so later, she came back into view, rubbing her clit vigorously with her right hand, while she crammed several fingers into her meaty cunt with her left. She was dripping wet, so she must have gone swimming in the deeper portion of the creek bed downstream. She was also squeaking excitedly in pleasure, and her legs gave out as her orgasm crested. She dropped to her knees and began writhing about in the fine mica deposits of the sandbar; her feet kicking about uncontrollably, as she came. She finally stopped thrashing about, and stood up. She was entirely covered in fine, white, sparkly mica sand, and her nude body glittered in the dappled sunlight like a child's art project.
The woman sighed deeply, and I heard her say something quietly.
"Oh, that felt sooo good!" she remarked to herself, as she waded out into the center of the stream and lay down to rinse the sand from her unclothed body. "God, I love coming down here and walking around nude!"
After a minute or so, she stood up and waded back to shore, most likely to dry off in the sun and re-dress. I heard her suck her breath in sharply, as she realized her clothes were gone.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Who took my clothes? Who's there? What do you want?"
"You're trespassing." I replied gruffly from behind the ironwood.
"Who are you?" she inquired fearfully. "What do you want?"
"The land owner." I answered as I stood up and stepped into view. "And I wanted to teach you a lesson about trespassing."
I stared at her curvy, nude body, and began openly masturbating in front of her.
"You got to cum already." I explained. "Now, it's my turn. I want to look at that gorgeous cleavage of yours and shoot my load into the creek while I wish I had my cock crammed between those massive tits."
"You own this land?" she inquired in surprise.
"Yes." I replied. "And I like to come up here and take my clothes off too, hence all of the 'no trespassing' signs you passed on the way in."
"I'm sorry." she apologized. "I like to come down here and strip, and walk around nude. I didn't mean to upset you."
I let go of my dick and stepped into the creek. To my surprise, she did the same, and we met in the middle of the water.
"Well, as long as you're nude too, I don't see the harm." I responded. "My name is Jack."
"I'm Patsy." the woman replied. "When I was in college, everyone called me 'Fatsy Patsy' though."
"You're not really fat." I said gently. "A little chubby and really curvy, but not fat. Besides, you're not in college anymore. So that brings me to my next question: what are you doing here?"
"I moved back in with my parents." she replied. "We live in the brick house over there."
She pointed in a general direction, and I knew immediately which house she meant. I had seen a couple in their mid sixties in the yard a time or two, but could they really be her parents?
"I meant, here." I responded, pointing straight down at the water.
"Oh." she replied. "It's a nice place. Really private. I come here all the time. I guess I won't be able to anymore, though."
"Well," I said softly, "as long as you want to take your clothes off, it's okay with me. I have this place posted because I like being nude too. You can come here any time you like."
"Really?" she asked excitedly. "Anytime I want?"
"Yes Patsy." I replied. "You even have my permission to walk around my property nude too, if you want."
"Oh thank you!" she exclaimed. "I'd love that!"
"You're welcome. Now, I came down here to jerk off." I explained. "Then I saw you. I'd really like to cum too."
"Please... don't... jerk off." she said quietly. "I come here because I don't have a boyfriend. Instead of jerking off, would you fuck me instead?"
Whoa! Huge titties, no boyfriend AND she wanted to fuck? That seemed like a no-brainer to me.
"Of course!" I blurted out.
I reached out and wrapped my hands around her huge, round knockers, squeezing them vigorously in my hands.
"Damn!" I gasped. "I love your titties!"
