Trail Cam

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?"

"I do believe I have heard that somewhere."

She turned to him and smiled, gave him a soft squeeze, and looked down at his cock. "Someone is starting to enjoy themselves," she said, taking his semi-erect cock in her left hand and slowly stretching it. He groaned softly.

She left the trail. Pulling him along by his balls, she walked back into the woods. They Weaved back and forth between the trees until they could hear water flowing. The trail is adjacent to a creek that flows into a lake about two miles away. Once they heard the creek they knew they were at the far edge of the trail's boundary. Also, the trail backs up to a state-owned preservation, so no one is allowed in; they were alone. She walked them behind a large bank of palmettos that completely hid them from view. She stood him in front of a tree, pushed his cock and balls gently back into his shorts and zipped him up.

She stood six or eight steps away from him, reached into her bag, and pulled out a camera.

"Stand up straight, look at me, smile, and pretend you are enjoying this," she said with a grin. That was nearly word for word what I had said to her when I led her off the trail the first time.

She aimed and shot two photos. "Ok, now turn to the side." Two more photos. "Ok, now with your back to me." Two more clicks. Then she put the camera down and faced me toward her again. She looked me in the eyes as she took the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up and over my head. She picked up the camera again and took two more shots of me bare-chested. "Ok, turn," she said. I turned to the side, two more shots, "and back to me." Click, click. I turned to face her again. She walked and took two close-ups of my chest. She had a good memory. When I had done this to her, I had taken close-ups of her chest and then a close-up of each of her tits individually.

"Tease your nipples and make them hard," she said. Yeah, a very good memory indeed. I reached down, pinched my nipples, and flicked them with my fingertips. Click, click.

She put the camera down and came to me again. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped and unbuttoned my shorts, and pulled them down. I lifted first my right foot and then the left one as I obediently stepped out of them. This was moving along faster than when I did this to her. I had to do a set with her full dress, then without a blouse, then without a bra, then without a skirt, and then finally without anything. I had less to take off.

She stepped away and picked up the camera again. "Smile, remember you like this," she said as she took me through the front, side, and rear shots in my boxers. My ears were ringing as she put the camera down and stepped up to me again. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my boxers and slowly pulled. She slid her hands down the outside of my hips, exposing my ass first, then giving a little jiggle to release my budding erection. Down to my ankles, step step. I was stark naked in the sunlight, frightened and exhilarated. Was this how she felt when she stood in her naked glory in front of me?

She stepped back and retrieved the camera. Full frontal, click-click beeped the camera. I turned to the side, my erection standing out, click and click again. I turned and she shot me twice from behind. I was breathing fast and my face felt tingly.

"That was a good start," she said.

What? My brain was running a bit slow.

"Now...bend over for me." I hesitated, not sure of what to do.

"You did say I could adlib if I wanted to." I had said that when I was trying to convince her to do this for me.

"Bend over for me," she repeated. I thought of the other times she had posed for me. At home or in a hotel room away from the risk of accidental discovery. I thought of all of the photos I had wanted to take but was afraid to ask for them. But how could she know I wanted pics of her ass with her bent over. Or of wanting her to spread her cheeks so I could take close-ups of her asshole, which is pink and perfect. I bent at the waist, placing my forearms on my thighs. She snapped twice more, then moved closer. She took two close-ups of my ass.

"Now," she almost purred, "spread your cheeks for me." She knew! But how? I could hear my heartbeat. Not like in my ears. No, I'm pretty certain I was actually hearing my heartbeat. I reached back with one hand on each ass cheek, and spread myself...wide. She kissed me gently on my lower back then zoomed in and...click....click.

"Come on baby," still in a low purring tone, "spread it wider. I can't see inside you yet." My logical brain disconnected and went on vacation. I reached back, felt the edges of my asshole, and pulled apart.

"Come on babe,,, really stretch it for me." I stretched myself until it started to hurt. Zoom....click......click.

"OK, stand up and turn around," she said. I turned and she knelt in front of me and zoomed in on my cock. Click, click from four different angles. Close-up of my head with the foreskin pulled back tight. Close-ups of my balls from three angles. She clicked away and I refused her nothing; She kissed me gently on the lips and put the camera back in her bag.

"I love you," she said. Then she knelt in front of me and gave me a slow, sensuous, gentle blow job. When she had finished me and I was redressed, she walked up, kissed me firmly, then reached down and unzipped my denim shorts. She spread my zipper apart, located the fly of my boxer shorts, and pulled my cock and balls out into the sunlight.

"Stay like that until we get home."