(The eighth in a weekly series -- now that the Xmas break is done!)
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Sammy was still wearing his t-shirt as he followed Luna further along the soft earth path, and it was the only piece of clothing between them. It was madness. It will be a dead-end and a waste of time, Sammy thought as he followed further and deeper into the woods. In the end, he would simply have to turn back and hope that when he returned, the pieces of his life were still there. Luna didn't care; every bend was a discovery, a chance for adventure. She was clearly caught up in a mood, au naturale in nature.
"Luna," Sammy called out, trying not to sound like a parent, "Don't get so far ahead."
"Come on then!" she stopped and smiled back at him. Sammy was in perfect misery, a photographer without his camera. What he saw in front of him was a moment he'd dreamed of capturing all his life - perfection. Light, color, structure, subject, emotional connection, balance, and actual butterflies. He groaned at not being able to photograph what would have been an IPA-winning shot. Artists have spent careers trying to find a moment like it - and with only his brain to record it, Sammy had blown his chance.
"Fuck," he groaned.
"What?" Luna smiled at him.
"To recognize perfection is a curse to those who cannot capture it."
"Ah, okay, sure. Can you hurry up?"
"Sure, if you stop flicking me with branches."
Sammy followed the spectacular naked teen in front of him, to an unknown destination. Why was she so brave, what monster had he created? The further they went, the more anxious Sammy became. How to explain to the police and insurance company how exactly the car was stolen using the keys. When Luna chanced upon a broad clearing, for Sammy it was a relief; perhaps that would be enough to satiate Luna's need for discovery.
"It's a campground," Sammy said, pointing out small wooden signs spread around with numbers on them.
"But there's nothing here," Luna said, creeping forward. "No buildings. No bathrooms. No taps. No electricity. Nothing."
"That's actually how camping is meant to be," Sammy said, warily walking around the campground with her.
"You can see how popular it is," Luna said sarcastically. "No one here. Not even water? You have to carry a tank of water with you?"
"Or use that," Sammy said, nodding to his right as he looked down a small path between thick bushes.
"Oh my god!" Luna said, looking.
At the end of the short path was a glistening stream, the water fairly sparkling in the sunlight. It was mostly shallow and rocky, but there was a big, deep waterhole where the stream came over a tiny waterfall, only a couple of feet high.
"It's beautiful," Luna gleamed. "It's amazing. And no one is here."
"It's Sunday," Sammy shrugged, looking at relatively fresh footprints on the sandy part near the waterhole. "Might be people cleared out this morning."
"Can we swim? Please?" Luna grinned excitedly.
"All our gear is just laying in the rotunda back there," Sammy worried.
"Which no one ever goes to, or uses," Luna countered. "You told me that. It's why we're gonna use it to take photos of me getting screwed next weekend, right?"
Sammy sighed.
"Go on then."
Luna giggled happily and splashed into the waterhole.
"Cold?" Sammy yelled out.
"Freezing! It's beautiful. Come on! You'll get used to it!"
For the first time he'd been with Luna, Sammy felt that his age was a proper disadvantage. Skinny dipping in freezing cold streams was a young person's thing. He looked and felt every bit like a middle-aged man as he threw off his t-shirt and walked out to follow Luna. When the water hit his balls, he was not manly about it, shrieking like a little girl.
"Come out! Swim with me!" Luna continued to pressure him til eventually Sammy went all-in. He was rewarded with a hug and a passionate kiss from his naked young water nymph, which almost made it worth it.
"Stop shivering!" Luna teased. "Man up!"
Sammy laughed and did his best to not complain as they swam and horsed around. After a time though, Sammy noticed they were no longer alone. Over by the beach near the path to the campground was a man, perhaps in his fifties, watching them from his seat on a log.
"Howdy," the man yelled out and waved once he noticed Sammy had spotted him. "Looks cold in there!"
"Perfect day for it!" Sammy bravely replied. "Are you coming in?"
"Ha, ha, no!" the man yelled back. Sammy and Luna came close together and spoke voicelessly about what to do next. The guy looked happy to stay sitting in the sun near the water, he didn't seem to be going anywhere in a hurry.
"Even I'm getting cold now," admitted Luna.
"Well, I guess it's not like you don't show boys your body, right? Porn star," Sammy offered.
"Porn star. I can't believe that term. I guess I am, especially after next weekend. How did it happen?" Luna said, shaking her head in a moment of reflection that was edging on regret.
"The same way everyone does it. You needed the money, and the chance to make money came up. You took it."
"Not many girls would, though.
Most girls would stay broke and keep their dignity."
"Out of fear mostly, don't you think? You were brave to take it on."
"Hmph," Luna snorted. "But I'm cold, so I'm going to have to let this guy see me."
"And me!" Sammy protested.
"I don't think he will be looking at you," Luna growled.
"No, probably not."
With Sammy's t-shirt up on the shore, their visitor had seen it and assumed Sammy had taken his top off and was wearing swimmers. Luna's shoulders were bare, but with no clothes lying around, she must be wearing her gear in the water, right? You can imagine his surprise when they both came out entirely naked, and Luna hairless.
"Oh my," he laughed. "I've come at a bad time!"
"You're fine!" Luna said politely. "It's not your fault. I just saw the water and could not resist."
"It's nice in there?"
"It's cold. Refreshing, though."
Luna stood hands-on-hips facing the guy, trying to bravely act normal, as he bravely tried not to stare at her breasts and pussy - unsuccessfully.
"I didn't see any other camps set up," the guy said.
"We walked in," Sammy explained. "There's a small winding path through the woods, back over there. Leads from the main river."
"Oh."
"You staying here?" Sammy asked. There was nothing to do but take the time to air-dry.
"I like setting up on a Sunday night," the guy said. "The weekenders have cleared out. Usually there's a couple of others, not normally this quiet. But it's good, I like it here when it's peaceful. No screaming kids. I'm Raymond," he said, tipping an imaginary hat.
"I'm Sammy. This is Luna," Sammy returned, stepping forward to shake hands. Luna did the same, the touch of a person's hand was oddly erotic when it's done naked.
"She your girlfriend?" he asked Sammy.
"No, unfortunately. I'm married. Luna is my... staff. She works at my shop. That doesn't sound very good does it?" Sammy laughed nervously.
"Sounds good to me," Raymond said in a friendly and polite manner. "Luna, you are beautiful."
"Thank you," Luna blushed.
"You two walked here dressed like that?" Raymond tried to work out. "Or you hid your clothes somewhere so they don't get took?"
"Like this," Luna smiled at the guy, understanding how ridiculous it was.
"Wow. I love it," Raymond nodded. "You are a gorgeous nude. Walking around like that... it's perfect for you in these surroundings. A perfect match."
"See?" Luna said, playfully hitting Sammy's upper arm. "I told you he'd only see me."
"Oh, you're beautiful too, fella," Raymond laughed, nodding at Sammy. "I'm gonna set up camp. You got time, wanna stay for a drink?"
"We're not in a rush for time," Sammy admitted, "But I am worried about all our gear. It's just laying around at the end of the path. Wallet. Phone. Keys. I worry someone will take it."
"How far through the woods is it?" Raymond asked.
"Fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty."
"Well... Luna can stay. If it's that close you go get what you need and come back?"
Neither Luna nor Sammy answered the question, which was an answer in itself.
"Okay," Raymond said, "Fair enough. We'll all go and get your things."
Sammy laughed. "You really have nothing better to do?"
Raymond looked at Luna standing naked in front of him.
"Better? You're joking, right? Come on, lead the way. Where is your mystery path?"
Sammy pulled on his t-shirt and led them to the back corner of the campground. Raymond tagging along wasn't ideal, but Sammy's stress about losing his phone, wallet, and car was a more pressing source of anxiety. Sammy led, Luna in the middle and Raymond in the rear, checking out Luna's rear. Luna couldn't help but be polite, stopping occasionally to see that he was okay behind her.
"I'm fine, thank you," he smiled. "Best walk I've ever taken."
"You're being sweet," Luna blushed.
In Sammy's rush to check on his gear, he wasn't paying as much attention behind as he has to the front, and Luna was smart enough not to squeal when Raymond reached out and held her ass when they were close. The last thing Luna wanted was for those two to get into a fight in the middle of the woods, which Sammy might do if she let on that Raymond was feeling her up each time he had a chance.
"You're wet," Raymond whispered as Luna did her best to walk along quietly despite the occasional finger stealing a moment inside her.
"You shouldn't be doing that," she whispered back, quickening her pace to break free of him.
"I'll pay you money to fuck me," Raymond said. Luna looked back at him sharply, then checked Sammy didn't hear.
"How much money?"
"Ten thousand."
Luna didn't answer. What could she say? Was he teasing her, or was he serious? She didn't want to give away that she was entirely confused, so she said nothing - walking faster to try and catch up with Sammy. Would someone actually pay ten thousand just to have sex with her? If nothing else, Luna didn't feel experienced enough to give justice to the fee. Ten thousand? He would expect the sex of his life, right? How could she ever live up to that amount of money? He must be enjoying how unsettled the offer had made her, Luna thought.
When they came to the edge of the woods near the rotunda, Sammy's fears were needless. Everything was where it had been, and no one was in sight across the grass or in the car park in the distance.
"What's this place?" Raymond asked. "Looks like the edge of a golf club."
"Luxury houseboat hire," Sammy explained. Neither he nor Luna rushed to dress, what was the point?
"You two have a houseboat?"
"No," Sammy answered, realizing how confused Raymond must be. "We're here for a private photoshoot."
"Oh," Raymond said, even more interested. He pointed at Luna, "Photos dressed like that?"
