Trail Cam
They pulled into the small grass parking lot of the walking trail. One large white pickup truck was parked there, but no other cars.
" There are some people wandering around somewhere," the woman said.
"I know, but I still want to try," the man answered.
"Ok," she said, smiling as she exited the car's passenger side.
He stepped out of the car and turned away from the car with the door still open. She walked up, kissed him firmly, then reached down and unzipped his denim shorts. She spread his zipper apart, located the fly of his boxer shorts, and pulled his cock and balls out into the sunlight.
"You have the keys?" she asked.
"Yes they are in my pocket," he answered.
He closed the car door. She turned, reached back with her right hand, clutched his ballsack, and started walking. He followed, as you may imagine, very closely with his heart rate escalating. They passed through the gate and started down the trail.
The trail circled a small lake, more of a big rectangle-shaped pond. At the far end of the pond, a second trail started that also made a large circle. The two trails together basically formed a fourteen-acre figure eight. The trail passed through 3 distinct habitats. The first was around the pond itself. Sandy banks crowded with cattails led down to tea-colored water with lily pads scattered about.
"I think they're more lily pads than before, they seem to go further down the pond than they used to," he said.
"Well they do tend to spread out," she answered conversationally. "I think it's cooler here than it was in the last two stores we were in."
"It is looking like a very nice day." They took the path around the right side of the pond. Having been there before they knew a picnic table was located on the left side of the pond and any people around were likely to be there. He heard a voice and fought down a wave of panic. It was not close. As he strained his ears he heard it again and realized it was coming from the other side of the pond; the sound traveling easily across the water. He sighed softly letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She made eye contact.
"Are you still ok?" He gave her a positive nod and smiled. She squeezed his balls softly in response and they kept walking. He was thinking fast. Someone was at the picnic table. Through the trees he caught a glance of a grey-haired man; he was fishing. The cattails and trees shielded them from view in most places, but they were coming to one of the places where the foliage had been cut out and benches had been installed. It made for nice places to sit and watch the water, listen to the birds, and breathe the fresh air. On previous trips, they had sat on one of those benches and watched a family of deer graze past. Now that interruption of comforting coverage meant the old guy might see her hand on his crotch! It was maybe fifty yards across the pond at this point, the man was occupied fishing, and how good could his eyesight possibly be really. She slowed her pace slightly waiting for him to decide. He squared his shoulders and kept walking.
They walked past the opening, around the curve of the trail to where the second loop started. There the trail turned right and started into the second habitat. Here it was tall pine trees carpeted all around with palmetto bushes. As long as you were looking at least four feet above the ground you could see a long distance. Below four feet was nothing but layer upon obscuring layer of fan-shaped palmetto fronds.
They continued walking, balls in hand, around a curve and up a long straight stretch of the trail. No other voices could be heard, and he started to get more excited.
"I can't believe this is happening," he thought to himself. His cock started to firm up somewhat. "How far is she going to go?"
Around 40 yards further down the trail, they came to the third habitat. Here the pine trees and palmettos gave way to enormous old oak trees, covered in resurrection fern and dripping in Spanish moss.
"Interesting thing about Spanish moss," he said, "it isn't Spanish or moss."
"I know, it's an air plant, and it was here way before the Spanish showed up in Florida," she answered. "Did you know Henry Ford used it to stuff car seats for a while?"
