Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction. While the setting is real, the people and events are not. Everyone is of legal age or older (18+) and all sex is consensual.
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As I walked through an ancient Scottish forest, I marveled at the profusion of ground cover, ferns and grasses were everywhere. Moss blanketed the tree trunks and rocks while a variety of bushes filled in any remaining spaces; more cluttered than my office back in the city and yet more liberal, more relaxed than any environment I'd been in for the last few years. A trail made by dozens of daily visitors, with no obvious exits or side trips anywhere along the path gave only one option through the forest, and yet, unlike my career, I didn't feel trapped. Birds chirped commands, comments, and criticisms, but they soothed rather than irritated; a small stream gossiped along the left somewhere hidden in the lush greenery far less intrusive than the morning talk show of my typical morning commute. Pine and wet grass imbued the air, as my hiking shoes navigated the musky, muddy ground. There were animals in the forest, surely, but I was alone.
Less than half an hour into my walk, I came across an old fallen tree. It lay off to the side of the trail, covered in moss, like a waystation for travelers to sit and rest along their journey. I took the bait. Tossing my knapsack to the ground, I sat on the log letting the music of the forest surround me.
Within moments of sitting, the urge to experience nature as natural as possible exploded within me. I pulled off my t-shirt, kicked off my hiking shoes, and dropped my shorts to the ground. Newly naked in this pristine setting, I stretched out my arms and inhaled. This was freedom.
Descended from people who may have roamed these wood hundreds of years ago, I stood just over six feet with much of that covered in freckles. What wasn't was pale and allergic to tanning. Although thinning, my hair still had shades of red, but mostly it was a mixture of white, grey, and blonde--or at least I told myself the light stands were blonde. Even my once rusty beard was more blonde than brown. The only hair that retained the original fiery red was my pubic hair. It stuck out everywhere like copper wires, hiding all but the tip of my penis.
In typical high-tech fashion, I reached for my shorts to find my phone. I needed to capture this moment. Without pictures, it didn't happen.
It took me a while to find a place to prop the phone so it would sit unattended while the timer ticked off seconds to exposure. Then, a good while longer to find the right pose. Every so often I would have to readjust the phone as the camera app closed if I left it too long without taking a photo. A dozen useless shots later, my hopes of capturing this moment grew frustrated.
Then I heard a small animal bounding through the woods, down the trail, in my direction. Correction, a small dog--well, a dog is an animal, but not one of the woodland kind. This kind typically came with a human companion. I scooped up my clothes and knapsack, tossed them on to the other side of the log, then dove to join them just as the dog came down the path. The curious brown and white Jack Russell Terrier sniffed under the log right at me, then growled as its human companion walked down the path. It started to dig under the log between sniffs and small woofs. Shit, shit, shit, I prayed the dog's owner wouldn't decide to sit on the log. I might not be visible from the path, but if the unexpected visitor should walk over, I would have some explaining to do.
"Come on, Buster," a man's voice said as his footsteps walked by the log. His footsteps began to recede into the forest. The dog gave one last growl and left. My heart pounded in my chest, drowning out the sound of birds, brook, or passerby.
After waiting a few more minutes, hoping it was safe to peer out over the log, I lifted my head up to look out at the trail. I was alone again. Leaving my belongings behind the log, I set about taking more photos. My heart was still thumping in my chest, but the thrill of being caught added to the enticement of capturing the moment.
Taking photos by myself was a struggle. First, I had to find a place across the trail where I could prop the camera. Then I had to set the time and run over to pose. Sometimes I made it, sometimes I didn't. Trying was half the fun. I was frolicking naked in the wood and very much enjoying the experience. The more pictures I took, the bolder I got, allowing for some full-frontal images. However, I'm more a grower, not a shower, so I tried to encourage my penis to inflate a bit more for some of the photos, but that meant practically masturbating until the timer was about done. Again, sometimes I made it, sometimes I didn't.
Several dozen photos later, I had grown complacent. I laid along the long face down, when I felt a cold, wet nose nudge my backside. I completely missed another dog. This was a speckled Pointer, whose nose found my bum before I was aware he was wanting to join in the photo. I turned to look at the dog, just as the phone took the photo. Fortunately, the owner was still a ways down the path. I heard her voice call out, "Arrow! Don't go too far."
I rolled off the log to resume hiding. The dog put his forepaws on the log and smiled down at me, as if I was playing a game. I tried shooing the dog away, but not before the owner came through the break in the trail. "There you are. Found a squirl, have you? Come on. We still have a ways to go."
I heard her footsteps pass by the tree, then stop. Arrow looked over at her, then down at me, then back at her and barked. "No, you may not go chasing through the forest. You may not get lost, but I'm not chasing after you. Come on!" She was insistent and I prayed the dog would listen.
Then I heard my phone drop out of the tree where I'd perched it.
The dog left the log and went to investigate. Then, the dog's owner stepped back to see what the dog had found. "What's this? What have you found, boy? A phone?"
I tried to listen to hear what was going on, but my heart was pounding away in my ears.
"Oh my. Some one's been taking some interesting photos. Got a good one of you, Arrow. Look here. See, that's you standing by the log. Not sure who the other bloke is. Maybe the owner of the phone?"
I closed my eyes tight as if that might make me invisible and folded my arms over my chest trying to keep my heart from breaking free. It didn't work. The next sound I heard was that of the phone taking another picture.
I opened my eyes to see a brunette leaning over the log but looking down at my phone, then turning to her dog who was standing on the log over me. She held out the phone to her pet, "I believe we've found the owner of the phone, Arrow."
With a half-hearted smile, I said, "Hello."
The brunette stepped back. "I've found your phone, or better put, Arrow did. Thought you might want it back."
I sat up. "Yes, thank you. Sorry for my state of attire. I was..."
"Taking some nude photos. Yes, I gathered that. Saw some of them already. Not very good, if you ask me."
My clothes were under me, so while I wanted to get dressed, that wasn't going to be possible without climbing up from behind the tree. I fumbled for a moment then turned to the woman, "I am sitting on my clothes. I need to stand up to get them to get dressed. If you wouldn't mind."
She smiled. "You want me to turn around? Not likely. And I've seen pretty much everything already, but if you're hoping for some modesty, a bit late for that. Not every day I get to see a naked man in the woods. I'm going to savor this."
Fine! I put my arm on the log and stood up. I could face away from her, but two could play that game. I remained face forward while I brushed off the leaves from my back side. Once I was sure my back was fairly clean, I reached down for my clothes. It finally struck me what she'd said about the photos? "What do you mean 'Not very good'?"
"Well, I'm not a photographer, but the framing is off. The few pictures I saw, you were either off center, or off the edge of the screen. Some of them looked a bit blurry too, as if you weren't quite in position when the photo took."
"It's difficult to get the frame right when I must rely on branches to hold the camera. I have a self-timer, but yes, I don't always get into position before it goes off." I grab by shirt and shorts from behind the log and sit. Initially, I wanted to get dressed right away, but having been naked in front of the brunette was a new level of freedom, which I began to relish.
Holding my shorts, letting my legs splay open, I looked up at my visitor. She was about 5'6" with medium length brunette hair. If I had to guess, I'd say she was in her lower to mid-forties, not showing any serious wrinkles in her face, but not a spring flower either. Her hair fell softly down the sides of her face and over her shoulders. She wore a dark blue rain jacket part way open, with a white blouse underneath. Her broad hips covered in jeans which flowed down to hiking boots. She'd stuffed her hands in her pockets and stood watching me.
Watching her watch me, I took the plunge. "I don't suppose you would be willing to play photographer? Someone behind the camera might solve the problems you so aptly pointed out."
She gave my body a once over and smiled. "I might, as long as you're not planning any porno shots."
"No, just me, naked in the forest. Arrow might be a handy lookout as well."
"True." She stepped forward and held out her hand. I looked down at my shorts and began to lift them. "No, you idiot. Your phone."
"Ah yes." I picked the phone up off the log, unlocked it, and handed to the brunette.
"By the way, my name is Charles."
She shook my hand, "My name is Liz. Please to meet you."
"OK, Liz," I said as I put my shorts and shirt behind the log again. "How would you like me to pose?"
Initially, she replicated some of the poses I'd already done, facing away from the camera with my arms raised toward the morning light, in a variety of different poses next to a tree, and then finally, on the log. The first on the log was me laying face down. But then she thought, one face up would be a nice companion piece.
