Blake Oates couldn't believe what he was looking at through his binoculars: a beautiful, and completely naked, young brunette displaying herself out in a field a clearing in the forest he was hiding in.
Presumably, she thought she was safe, because no one else seemed to be anywhere in the area; certainly, he was far away enough-about one hundred yards away from her-that she couldn't have known he was watching her.
Her loveliness was all natural: frizzy brown hair that stopped at her shoulders; a small tuft of brown pubic hair, not too hairy, for she spread her legs wide a number of times, so he got to see her pussy, which had no pubes around it-even her asshole, which she generously showed off from crawling on a large, flat boulder with her backside to him-had no hair to ruin its bronze prettiness; and her skin was all a lightly tanned coffee cream, from her cheeks to her toes.
She grinned from ear to ear as she lay on her back on that rock, apparently without a care in the world. Wasn't she at all worried that some man-or men-might see her and assume she wanted a good, hard shag, right then and there? Or maybe...just maybe...that's exactly what she did want?
Well, her car, which he saw her get out of, then saw her strip and lie on the boulder, was a quick walk away; so if she was to hear any cat-calls from a distance, she could easily run back to her car and drive to safety. Maybe she just liked the danger of the possibility of being seen.
Blake would have to test this theory out. But first, he'd have to get his Cloak, for the sake of his own safety.
When she finally got dressed and got into her car, he was already in his car, parked on the road close enough so he could follow her, but far back enough that she wouldn't suspect he was following. After finding her home, an apartment in town just by that field, he drove away, satisfied for the moment that he knew where to find her, and hoping she'd return and bare herself again.
And, the next day, return to the field she did...and he did...with The Cloak.
The Cloak was an invention he was working on; and one he'd almost perfected. It rendered the wearer completely invisible; he was planning on selling it to the US army, so their soldiers could attack the enemy unseen. Wearing it near the nudist would be a perfect test of its effectiveness...as well as a titillating test.
There she was, stretched out on that large, flat but sloping rock...and naked as the day she was born.
She wasn't even wearing make-up, not that her pretty face needed any. The only unnatural alterations she'd made to her body were shaved armpits and the trimmed pussy he'd admired the last time.
With The Cloak draping down to his feet, just a few millimetres from touching the pebbly ground, Blake was approaching her, taking his time, careful to take the quietest steps possible.
He'd tested The Cloak many times with his family and friends, and he'd fooled them every time. He was sure he was safe with her not knowing he was there.
But once he'd got within about thirty feet of her, she began looking around, as if she knew, or suspected, that someone was near.
That can't be, he thought; Nobody else is here. It's just her and me. I'm being super quiet. How could she know someone is watching her?
Still, she kept looking around, but seeing nobody. He got closer. Now, she was looking at him, though he was still invisible. Her eyes moved left to right, as if sensing him.
He froze.
Are the bottoms of my shoes showing under The Cloak? he wondered, now standing at the foot of the rock, right in front of her glorious nakedness; No, she isn't looking at my feet. Still, she knows I'm here: how?
His hard-on hurt as it pushed against his tight jeans. Though...somehow...she sensed his presence, she left her legs spread. She seemed to be inviting him, with those labia begging for a licking and a sucking on.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. She shook as much with desire as with fear. Someone was admiring her. A ghost? The invisible man? She...felt...male lust. It wasn't her imagination-she knew that much.
She spread her legs wider. He took this as his cue.
He got down between her legs, his face just inches from her wet pussy. As he'd been lowering himself, he slowly, carefully raised The Cloak so she wouldn't see any of his body from her raised vantage point on the sloping rock. His mouth was right up against her cunt when he got The Cloak over his lips, which were hidden under her crotch. She was looking down at him, even though she still saw nobody there.
He flickered his tongue a few times against her clit.
"Oh!" she squealed up high.
Encouraged, he was now lapping her with long licks, from her perineum, across the length of her dripping vulva, and up to her stony clit. She arched her back and let her head fall back, luckily without hitting it against the rock. Her eyes were squinted shut as she sighed at the sensations of his frantic tongue.
It's a good thing I just took a shower, she thought; I guess he likes the way I taste. I sure like the way Ghost-man's tongue feels. "Ah!"
She brought her legs up, revealing her pretty brown anus-lips. He began kissing and licking her all over those bronze wrinkles now.
"Oooh!" she moaned in a wavering voice. I'm glad that when I shower, I'm thorough, she thought; Oh, Ghost-man! What a tongue you have! What lips you have! "Ah!"
She rolled over and was now on all fours, her legs still spread and her ass pushed out, so both holes were still showing and accessible. He kept licking her asshole as he unzipped his pants.
She never bothered looking back, or even trying to find out who her mystery lover was. She liked not knowing.
His cock was out. He stopped licking, and he aimed it at her pussy.
"Hey, you stopped, Ghost-ma-" she said before being interrupted by his knob poking against her vaginal opening. "Oh! Never mind. Uhh..."
He pushed in an inch, getting another squeal from her.
He gently coaxed her anus open with his finger as he slid his cock in another inch.
"Holy fuck!" she moaned. This is the best fuck I've ever had, she thought as his cock reached half-way in. "Oh, Ghost-man! Ah!"
His finger was an inch inside her asshole. He gave a hard shove, and his cock went in all the way, getting a scream from her. After a few pokes, she had her first orgasm, making her scream even louder.
"Ghost...man...Ghost...man!" she squealed in staccato syllables, in response to each shove, over and over again. "Oh!" She came again.
Soon, it would be his turn to come. Not wearing a condom, and not wanting to get her pregnant, he pulled out and sprayed all over her buttocks. He quickly put it back in his pants, zipped up his fly, pulled The Cloak back down to his feet, then lay on the rock below her.
Her body went limp, and she lay on her chest on the rock, still not bothering to see if her invisible lover had, for any reason, become visible. After resting for a few more minutes, he got up and left.
She would get up, get dressed, and drive off soon after.
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Though Blake had had her, he was still obsessed with her. He wanted to introduce himself to her, but the geeky scientist/inventor, who'd never been with a girl before her, was afraid a beauty like her would never like a twerp like him.
The next day, he drove to her home, and soon saw her get in her car and drive away. He followed her again.
So, are you going back to that field to flash again? he wondered, patting his Cloak, which lay in the passenger seat of his car; If you are, Beautiful, 'Ghost-man' has his Cloak handy...and his cock ready.
She didn't go there, though: instead, she drove to a diner and ordered lunch at the counter. He went in and sat next to her.
