Author's Note -- Hi, all! This little fantasy was inspired by a thought I'd posted on the Lit message board that a member found interesting. A couple messages back and forth and this came together slick as sunscreen. Enjoy, I know I did write it! Contains exhibitionist, non-con, BDSM, erotic coupling, anal, group, mature, and even some romance themes.
All persons involved in sexual activities are 18+
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It was the last sensible tanning day of the year. The forecast for the rest of the week went to crap, cold and wet and windy, so very much not good to catch a good tan. And it was Fall, not too likely to catch another good hot day. So today was a 'sick' day and she was headed up into the woods to her favorite private field.
It took an hour to make the drive, and it had taken years to find, but it was perfect. Nice, big open space for lots and lots of sun, soft grass that didn't grow too high, usually a gentle breeze, and most important of all - it was private. She'd never seen any signs of other people -- no footprints, no wheel tracks, no garbage, no old fire pits.
Getting to the turn off, she points her car up the hill to the dead end road she always parks on. After that uncomfortable discussion with the police a while ago, she was doubly careful to make sure the car wasn't visible from the main road, tucking it mostly behind a head-high bush. Picking up her pack full of the stuff she needed and occasionally wanted, she hopped the small ditch and walked off.
The woods were peaceful, as always. Quiet bird chirps, upset rodents chittering at her as she disturbed their urgent feeding and mating. She bushwacked, no trail connected the dead end road and 'her' field.
She'd checked once, the field was on the county books as owned by a corporation with an acronym for a name and a business address downtown in one of the smaller office towers. She figured it'd be better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission, especially since she'd never seen a posted sign anywhere on the hike from road to field.
About fifteen minutes after leaving her car, soothed by nature, she came on the field. Looking around, it looked the same as it always had -- pristine, pretty. Private.
Stripping out of her sundress, leaving her in her bikini for now, she strode out into the grass. Folding her dress neatly, she tucked it into one of the compartments in the pack, one without anything that could spill or stain the cloth. A lesson she'd learned the hard way, back when she'd been using a beach tote with everything jumbled together.
Her sandals brushed through the short grass, the blades gently tickling the sides of her feet with every step. Finding the perfect place, she pulled out the rolled up camping pad and flicked it out flat. She checked quickly for insects. No fire ants or ground bees this time, good -- another set of hard-earned lessons.
Out came the sunscreen, and one last check around the field. Still, no one visible, no noise, no weird scents -- yep! All alone! Off came the bikini and sandals before the sunscreen went everywhere. She took a little extra time on the fun bits, of course -- couldn't have THOSE burning! -- before laying down on her stomach. Tucking the bikini and sandals in with her dress, she pulled out her headphones and triggered her phone's playlist over Bluetooth before snuggling down to a serious session of baking.
Fifteen minutes later, her phone beeped at her. Reapplying sunscreen to her front, she flipped over and laid back down, ensuring an even, warm tan for as long as her body would keep it in the drear winter just around the corner. Wriggling a little to get comfy on the pad, fifteen minutes passed quickly before the phone beeped again.
Sitting up she looked around -- still no sign of anyone. She wasn't scared, just cautious. Reassured, she realized that a particularly tall tree's shadow was starting to stretch her way. In a while it'd be obnoxiously blocking the sun, so it was time to move.
Tossing a water bottle and the sunscreen onto the pad, she grabbed it and dragged it thirty feet off to the side, dodging the danger of losing her sun. Reapplying the sunscreen, she laid back down on her front and enjoyed the warmth penetrating her back.
Some little time later, her music shut off. Damn it, did she forget to charge something? Pulling the headphones off, she saw they still had almost a full charge, but the link light was red. Turning over onto her side, she froze. An older gent stood there, her backpack held in one hand, her phone in the other. Well, at least the problem was obvious, even if the solution wasn't.
He was grizzled and looked much taller than her petite frame, fairly wide and pretty fit looking. Grey shot through his black hair and full beard, and if his brown eyes were windows into his soul, those windows were heavily shuttered. His skin showed the leathery tanning of decades in all the weather could provide, his hands looked strong but gnarled from hard work. His jeans and thick tee shirt were clean but worn and the boots had many, many miles on them.
"Good afternoon, miss. I'd ask what you're doing up here on private property, but it's pretty obvious, isn't it?"
She blushed and nodded a little bit. She hadn't bothered to cover up -- he'd already seen anything he wanted to, after all.
He put her phone into the backpack before pulling his off a belt clip. For an older gent, he handled it deftly, and almost before she knew it she heard the camera shutter sound -- he'd just taken her nude picture! No -- her naked picture! He snapped it back onto his belt.
Blushing, she asked, "Why did you do that?"
"So I'd have something to remember this day. It's not every day you run across gorgeous little girls laying out starkers in the woods, after all!" His smile was wide, and there was something a little bit off about it, like there was a joke here that she'd missed.
She couldn't help it. She always blushed easily, something she hated about herself, but she did blush a deeper shade of red at his words. Licking her lips, her mouth was awful dry all of a sudden. Twisting off the top, she took a long sip of cool water. His eyes never left hers until she put the cap back on.
"Hoy, Paul, whatcha got there?" another voice called from behind her.
"An interloper, Jimmy. A nekkid interloper, at that."
"Oh, wow. Look at her. Good afternoon, Miss -- and don't you look delectable, all glistening like that in the light."
"Smells like coconut oil."
"Well, darling -- is it coconut oil?"
"It's sunscreen. I like the coconut smell"
The first man -- Paul -- took a deep breath through his nose. "Mmm. Yeah, I think we do too, don't we Jimmy?"
"Smell, yep, but sunscreen usually tastes like ass."
"Good point. How's it taste, Miss?"
She blinked. They wanted her to taste it?
"Just take a lick at the back of your hand there, missy. How's it taste, huh?"
Slowly, she brought her hand closer, and her little pink tongue slipped out just enough to flick across the back of her wrist. Their gazes pinned her in place, they felt so heavy on her. After a second the taste registered -- it did taste pretty horrid and she made a face.
"Yeah, thought so. How much water in that pack, Paul?"
"Looks like a six pack, counting what she's got there."
"So, we got enough. Toss me a couple bottles, man."
Paul reached left-handed into the bag and retrieved the remaining six pack, still joined by the plastic rings holding them together. Putting it into the same hand as held her pack, he wrenched two bottles out and tossed them to Jimmy before pulling out a couple of his own. The plastic and the last water bottle went back into the pack.
Seeing her watching him, he mentioned, "Can't be littering out here - place is too nice for that." She nodded, slowly. Their eyes weighed so much. She realized she was panting a little, just slightly out of breath for some reason.
Jimmy finally came up to where she could see him. A little taller, a little broader, and a little balder than Paul, they both looked to be in good shape for being what, fifty? Sixty? Older, much much older than she was. Paul put her backpack down behind himself, well out of her reach, as Jimmy opened a bottle.
"Now, darlin', you get to wipin' off as much of that sunscreen as you can now." She started to complain, but Paul shushed her loudly, and just said, "Be a good girl, now. Listen to Jimmy and get rid of that horrible tasting stuff."
Jimmy started slowly emptying the bottle of water on her head as she spluttered, jerking up to sit there. Jimmy just kept the water pouring down on her. It was cool, but the sun had warmed it enough that it wasn't shockingly cold. "Well, ya silly little thing? Get to scrubbing!"
She started to obey, rubbing at the slickness, trying to rub as much of the oil off as she could. Cool water on warm, oily skin doesn't wash much, though, leaving her still slippery and flavored poorly. Realizing this, Paul poked about in her backpack, looking to see if there was anything that would help. A little surprised at some of the contents, he looked over to find her staring at him, blushing even harder.
"Guess we'll have to keep THIS over here for now, won't we girl?" he asked. She bashfully nodded, blinking as water dripped from her soaked hair over her face, deeply embarrassed. Eventually he did turn up a plastic tube of body wash, which would do a treat for this situation.
"There we go. Jimmy -- get a handful of this stuff, we'll scrub her down then rinse her back off."
"Strawberry body wash? I guess that'll be better than sunscreen."
The men got handfuls of the thick, creamy stuff, working it up into a thick lather. "Well? Stand up, girl! We're not going to kneel down there to scrub you up!"
