The sunlight which I was previously shielded from began to envelope my body and the outside of the tent was slowly coming into view. Like it was fading slowly the tent was going from opaque, to translucent, to clear.
"How?!"
I panicked as I realized my nudity was coming into view next to a busy trail head. I was locked into place with little in the way of freedom. What could I do!?
"Enjoy yourself" were the only words that sprang into my head. I did what seemed stupid at the time and jammed the wand between my legs, letting out a moan of pleasure shortly after. Soon the tent returned to its former state. I was shielded! But only for now.
Shop Keeper:
"In actuality, neither the tent nor the wand were actually sci-fi. It made use of PDLC film, pressure sensors and Bluetooth. The special film can go optically clear when a voltage is applied. But to someone who wouldn't know that I'm sure it seemed like magic"
I wasn't sure how so I let the wand leave my pussy and after 3 seconds the tent again began to return clear. I now fully understood my situation. I held it back in place to keep myself covered, unsure how long I had signed up for. The vibrator luckily is not on the highest setting so it was manageable. But as the thought crossed my mind it went up. To a point that would actually push me over the edge.
I tried and struggled not to cum too quickly, I would surely need a break but it was too much. I went over holding the vibe in place trying to ride out my orgasm. I held out for as long as I could but then had to take a break. This time quicker the tent began to let in light. The trail came into view and I was unable to do much. I tried putting a vibe on my leg, stomach's arm,etc. It would not let me cheat! Then I heard a voice of some hikers off in the distance getting out of a car.
There is no way they wouldn't see me if they walked this trail. I grabbed my wand dreading the over stimulation and pressed it into me. I was now covered once again, not sure when they would pass. I held it. Thinking the orgasm torture would somehow out weigh the humiliation of being seen. One hand holding the wand and one hand over my mouth suppressing my moans. I endured as the pleasure kept sending me from one orgasm into the next. I was nearly in tears when I heard the crunch of the leaves on the trail!
Someone was walking this way, and now was not the time to relieve myself. I kept it pressed tightly out of impulse not to be seen, My next orgasm was growing as the risk of being seen only heightened all my senses. I climaxed right as they crossed in front of my tent, holding on for dear life to not let out a sound. I began squirting, which was not something that happens often. After that passed I had to take a break. I removed the toy and accepted that the tent would put me on display for nature once again.
Now bathed in sunlight again I took a moment to gather myself before deciding how to deal with my predicament. I had no idea how much longer these locks would keep me in place and this trail would only grow more busy the longer I stayed. I knew my pussy couldn't handle much more, I was already at my limit of orgasms and enduring more would be impossible.
But the familiar crackling of the leaves started once again! Not leaving me much choice. I turned on the vibe again, this time it was at an even higher setting than before. I gently pressed against myself and it was like lightning shooting through my body. It was too much to endure, and I had to pull away yet again. I took a few seconds to pause before I heard the steps growing closer and went back to the pleasure I was dreading.
I was more mentally prepared for the jolting sensation and kept it in place as my muffled moans of pleasure were drowning out any other sounds of nature. However I noticed that I was still uncovered and the tent had not begun to cover me anymore than before. I assumed my break must have been too long. I surely was hoping that was all it was as I kept the toy in place hoping my chance at dignity would soon return. Each orgasm becoming increasingly unbearable, I pressed even harder to see if I was not pressing hard enough. It soon reacted to that and I was covered once more, but I was growing sore. I have never experienced such pleasure and stimulation. It was good but too good. I had lost count at this point the number of times I came, over 20 at this point? Only becoming more difficult as time went on. I was fighting to keep the tent at its current opacity, but the pressure I had to hold it at, the increase in the setting and hearing the crunch of the leaves next to my tent again made me explode in the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Making a mess in the tent, me letting out a deep moan and the tent revealing me to the world once again to see that right in front of me was a deer...not a person but wild life. The dignity I was trying so desperately to cling on to during this ordeal all because of a grazing animal. It darted off due to my heavy breathing leaving me an exhausted mess! I had no energy to continue and passed out in the tent. I woke up some time later my locks undone and the tent concealing me once again, vibrator off. I was finally free, I packed everything up and dressed again to head home with my new memories. An adventure I'll never forget about but one I might need more practice before attempting again. Still I think back to each moment fondly despite how intense it all might have been.
-P
Intensity 8
Creativity 10
Fun 6
The note ended like all the others in the shop. A rating of the experience that was had. I never asked my wife to elaborate on her rating only to give me the numbers. Taking it as a challenge to get a perfect score the next time. Only a few items in the shop had she ever given a full 30/30. It was always a rare sight to see from her. Seeing the numbers lower than what I expected awoke my competitive spirit. I'll show her, I thought. I went down to the basement and pulled out a few unfinished devices, dusting them off thinking of the memory of my wife as I cleaned them up. I placed them in the shop before opening much like all the other display pieces. However, like the one before without a note.
I waited a week, but they all still remained where I left them, the mystery girl would probably never return. But the next day at closing one of them was missing yet again. I could only assume it must be her again. Like a moth to a flame she took the piece I expected her to. Now I was anxious with anticipation of what story she would return with this time.
