The trailhead lay nestled in dappled sunlight. A pre-dawn drizzle coated the vegetation. We had enough provisions for four days in the mountain wilderness. Life was good.
Over two hours, we gained several hundred feet of elevation. No one was on the trail ahead of us. When we reached a small plateau, we pulled off the path and traipsed through the trees to a spot about 75 yards in, near a cliff edge. It was quiet, private, and serene. The clearing was just large enough for our four-tent campsite. As a bonus, a small eight-foot waterfall, fed by a hot spring, served as our camp shower.
The four of us had met a year ago at a benefit for a local charity. Garrett is a research physician working on a promising cancer drug. Tony owns an independent sporting goods store. He's an avid hiker. Spencer runs a boutique investment group. I'm a former nun turned writer of historical fiction. I've had one best-seller.
By noon, we had our tents up and the camp in good order. It was a warm day but not as hot as the valley below. The men were sweating from clearing the site in such a way that it could be restored to its natural state when we left. One by one, they removed their shirts.
"Would you mind if I took off my shirt too?" I asked. Without waiting for an answer, I lifted my tee shirt over my head and placed it on the log where I sat. They were all looking at my chest. "This bra just won't do," I said. I unhooked it, took it off, and put it with my shirt. They kept looking. "That's better," I said. Silence. I smiled. "Look all you want, guys. Actually, I like it when you look." They all seemed nervous.
Tony spoke, with a slight hitch in his voice. "If that's what you want, Pam, I'll do it." That broke the ice. We all laughed. Spencer and Garrett agreed to go along.
"Here's a secret," I said. "It took a lot of nerve for me to do this, in spite of what I just said. I've never done this before. Never. But it's been a fantasy of mine. Maybe I was repressed in the convent. Maybe I'm an exhibitionist. I don't know. But I felt this urge to show you my breasts. I hope I haven't screwed things up."
They were quick to tell me that it was okay. It was cool. They praised my courage to overcome my nerves. "Are you sure it's okay to look?" Spencer said. "We don't want to come across as sexist perverts. I assured them that I was okay with them looking at me and, for the next hour, they did, as we ate lunch and talked. Afterward, I needed to say something else.
"Part of my fantasy is being the only one nude among a group of people. Would you mind if I stripped completely?" This time, there was no hesitation in them saying it was okay. I stood up and removed my shorts and panties. They looked at my hairy crotch and said some nice things about how beautiful I was. "I have to tell you, this is thrilling. I'm excited and nervous at the same time."
"I'm glad you're feeling safe enough with us, Pam, to explore this side of you," Garrett said. He blew me a kiss. The others followed suit. I turned around slowly. They all clapped. I bowed to them and thanked them for being wonderful friends. Then, Spencer and Tony went off with their cameras to shoot the landscape. Garrett picked up a book. Being nude in front of them felt so natural, so right, so good. I crawled into my tent and took a nap.
When I awoke, I found them looking at the images Tony had captured. He and Spencer were good photographers. "Do you think, Pam, that I could take some photos of you?" Tony said. I thought about it for a few seconds.
"I don't think so," I said. "I can't afford to have nude pictures of me floating around the internet for eternity. Not that I think you would post them without my permission, Tony, but I can't take any chances of a slip up." He seemed disappointed, but he said he understood. Then it struck me.
"What?" he said, noticing my thoughtful expression.
"I'll pose for you, if you use my camera. That way, I have control of the memory card."
"Deal," he said. And so, for the next half hour, I posed nude for Tony. The others watched as he told me how to position my body. I was getting turned on. His shots weren't pornographic, but they were sexy. When he said he was finished, I said I wanted a few more.
"Take a few of the three of us," I said, beckoning Spencer and Garrett to join me. I stood in the middle and put my arms around their waists. Tony raised my camera to his eye and clicked off a couple of images. "Will you cup my breasts?" I said to them.Their hands were warm. "Pinch my nipples," I directed. They did and Tony got it all. I couldn't help myself; I wanted more. So, I had them sit down on a blanket with me in the middle.
"What do you want us to do?" Spencer said.
"Keep doing what you did when we were standing." Again, they cupped my breasts and lightly pinched my nipples. I opened my legs. "I want to get myself off with you next to me. I want Tony to photograph it. Keep their faces out of the frame, Tony. God! This is a fantasy come true!" And, in short order, I came. Hard. My body shook. Garrett held me until my orgasm subsided. Then he and Spencer helped me up. I thanked them profusely. Later, as we ate by lantern light, we talked about my exhibitionism, my desire to be seen. In the cool of the evening, I slept soundly.
We were all up early. Spencer shared an exotic fruit he'd brought. Tony went off to shoot the last of the sunrise. Garrett and I tidied up the camp site. I remained the only one nude.
Toward midday, I had something to say. "I have another secret," I said, "another fantasy. See those two trees over there? I would like to be tied spread-eagled to them for an hour or so. I want to submit to whatever you want to do to me. Just don't hurt me."
"That's more than just being nude in front of us," Spencer said. "Why do you want to do that?"
"I'm a strong, independent woman. I do what I want. Sometimes, though, I want to be controlled. A lot of women share that desire."
