0 comments/ 17343 views/ 1 favorites Geocaching By: Ten7teen Foreword: Geocaching, for the uninitiated, is a relatively new activity that combines high tech gadgetry with old-fashioned treasure hunting. Through the official website, one can find the GPS (global positioning system) coordinates for hidden caches in a given area. Using a GPS locater, the hunter can home in on and eventually find these caches. Generally, they just contain a logbook and a few trinkets that can be exchanged for one the hunter has brought. * * * * * Tim dabbed the sweat from his nose as he plopped back behind his desk. One thing he never cared for about living in Texas was going outside during his lunch break in the summertime. The thirty-second walk from his air-conditioned car to the air-conditioned office was enough to make him uncomfortable. Even now, in late September when it should be changing back to that nice crisp autumn feel in his native Midwest, it was still hot here. Still, the warm winters made up for it. He flipped his computer back on a checked to see how much email had accumulated in the last hour. Six new messages, he noted. Five were from the persistent and annoying Francis in accounting asking him about the status of the big purchasing order he was working on. The sixth, however, was from his wife, Brenda. That had to be better than hate mail from accounting. Hey hon! I found a new geocache that looks pretty cool. I think it should be easy enough to get to that we can do it straight from work. I'll bring some munchies along. The trail starts in the main parking lot at MacArthur Park…you know, just off Pflaum Rd. There are supposed to be several containers, one leading to the next, though they're all pretty close together and easy to get to. See ya at the first site! N30 19.450', W97 49.880' Love, Brenda p.s. – I have my GPS with me! Tim and Brenda had taken up geocaching just over a year ago. The activity involved using GPS coordinates and clues provided on the Internet that led to hidden caches around town and in parks. Participants, after finding a cache with the help of a GPS locater, typically wrote an entry in the journal at the cache and occasionally would take or leave a small trinket. The two of them had taken up the hobby more as an excuse to get out of the house and see new places than anything else. They had done most of their geocaching on the weekends when they had ample time to get lost or enjoy whatever park the cache was located in. Once, though, they had agreed to find one cache after work. Tim thought it a bit odd that Brenda had suggested this on the spur of the moment, but he was game. It have him something to look forward to at the end of the afternoon. Four more emails, three phone calls, and a couple pages from Francis later, five o'clock finally rolled around and Tim left the office, waving good-bye to a couple co-workers on the way. He hopped in his car and made it to MacArthur Park in good time. There were half a dozen other cars in the lot, but no other people in evidence. Tim was fairly sure that this park was primarily used for hiking and attracted most guests during the weekend. He parked his car in the shade of a giant oak, right next to Brenda's. The two of them had been going out geocaching often enough over the summer that he just kept his GPS locater, along with compass and pen and paper, in the glove compartment. He collected the basic gear and locked up the car. In the vicinity of the parking lot, there was little around aside from a handful of picnic tables, a couple trailheads, and lots of trees. No sign of Brenda, either. He turned on his locater and let it get a good signal while fishing out the scrap of paper upon which he'd scribbled the coordinates that Brenda had sent him. Once they were entered, the locater indicated that the waypoint was about four hundred feet off to the west. Tim chose the trail that seemed to head most in that direction. As he walked, the tree canopy interfered a bit with the signal. When it caught up, though, he was confident that he'd taken the correct trail – two hundred feet to go. The heat of the late Texas afternoon was still present, but in the shade of the trees and with a dry breeze that had picked up it wasn't uncomfortable. As the distance to the waypoint decreased, the GPS also indicated that the cache was off to the left of the trail. Sure enough, there was a mowed clearing with several more empty picnic tables over there. From the picnic area, the locater suggested that it was still another thirty feet further. Tim walked into the clearing and spotted a little nook along the tree line. Almost immediately he spied the stark white of a plastic lid in the undergrowth. Not a very well hidden cache, he thought to himself, though it was supposed to be part of a series of them. As he pushed a shrub aside to pull the small plastic box out, it occurred to him that he hadn't seen Brenda yet. Her car was already here and he was sure she'd said to meet at the first waypoint. Furthermore, there was no way she could miss an easy waypoint like this. Maybe she had just gotten bored waiting for him and had wandered off to look around, he reasoned. The container was about the size of a shoebox with a watertight lid - very typical of caches. He was surprised at how light it was, but then reminded himself that it would only have a note and coordinates for the next waypoint, no logbook or goodies to trade just yet. He popped the lid open and pulled out the neatly folded sheet of typing paper. You'll find the next instructions at N30 19.462', W97 50.020'. You're on your own! The instructions were handwritten and underneath them was a red lipstick kiss. Tim smiled, recognizing the handwriting as Brenda's. The lipstick kiss was something she'd always done when sending him letters back in their college days. He entered the coordinates of the second waypoint, folded the note back up and returned the box to its hiding place under the shrubs. From the clearing with the picnic tables, his GPS locater told him that the next waypoint was about a tenth of a mile to the southwest. He continued on down the trail, wondering if Brenda was having a joke at his expense. It wasn't even close to his birthday, so he wasn't worried about walking into a surprise party. The trail, which was little more than a well-worn dirt and gravel track, came to a fork. The arrow on his locater was indicating left, so he took that path. A couple minutes later, the distance closed to within about twenty feet. Given the moderate tree cover, that was about as accurate as he could hope to get. Just ahead on the trail were a bench and a placard describing some of the local flora and fauna. He poked around the bench, looked through some of the undergrowth, and even looked down the steel refuse can. No container. He backtracked up the trail about twenty feet and then carefully inspected both sides. Finally he found it nestled in the gnarled roots of a tree and loosely covered with a couple rocks. Better hidden than the last, but still close enough to the trail that he didn't have to resort to tromping through the thistles. He popped the lid and did a double take. Not only was there another folded sheet of paper, but there was a pair of stockings neatly wrapped around it. Tim set the box down and unfolded the stockings from around the note. Thigh-highs, he noted. This was getting a bit more interesting. He unfolded the note. The next bit of instructions are at N30 19.436', W97 50.110'. I was getting a little bit warm, so I took off my stockings and left them in the box. Hope you don't mind! Again, under the writing was a red lipstick kiss. Tim rubbed the stockings up against his cheek, savoring their smooth feel, and then placed them and the note back into the box. Brenda was definitely up to something he thought, eager to get to the next waypoint. Once it was programmed in and the box carefully stashed back in its hiding place, he hurried off down the trail. The locater told him that the next waypoint was two-tenths of a mile away, west-southwest. A jogger nodded in greeting as they passed going opposite directions. Tim could only imagine what the jogger was thinking of him – a guy dressed in nice slacks and polo shirt carrying around a funny looking yellow device in the middle of a park. He grinned and pressed on. He lost the signal for a minute as he passed through a thicker section of the woods and then came upon a clearing. The trail veered off to the south along the tree line, but his locater was pointing more westerly. The grass was tall but sparse and posed little challenge as he cut across the field. One hundred twenty feet, the locater told him. There was a utility box in that general direction, directly underneath some power lines that cut through the park. As he neared the utility box, the signal veered just off to the side a bit. A small thicket of mesquite trees shaded some small shrubs as well as another white-lidded box. Inside were another note and a sheer white bra that Tim had bought for Brenda the previous Valentine's Day. Next point is at N30 19.502', W97 50.182'. Don't keep me waiting!! Again, it was signed with a lipstick kiss. Tim's heart started beating harder and faster as he held the sheer bra. This was very unlike Brenda. While they were comfortable with one another's bodies in private, to his knowledge Brenda had never gone without a bra in public before. It was just something she refused to do. The idea that she might have taken this one off out here in a public park was starting to arouse him. He had always tried to convince her that with her small, firm breasts she'd definitely be able to pull off the bra-less look, but his arguments had fallen on deaf ears. Tim hastily entered the next set of coordinates into his GPS locater and then stuffed the box back into the shrubs. He folded the bra and put it into his pants pocket, assuming that Brenda would want it back eventually. His locater was pointing northwest, well away from the direction the trail was going. He set off cross-country straight for a larger section of trees. As he got closer, he noticed that there was a narrow trail cutting through the woods. Either a game trail or a little-used man-made one, he pressed on quickly. Under the thick canopy of trees, he lost his signal for several minutes. When he reached another clearing and the locater reacquired its position, he found he was almost on top of the next waypoint. Just a little off the trail to his left, in the shadow of a fallen tree and covered with some loose leaves, was the next box. As he picked it up, he tilted it slightly and looked through the opaque plastic to confirm his suspicions. He smiled. "You little devil," he muttered as he opened the box and removed the next note and the sheer white panties that were part of the matched set. Wherever she was, whatever she had planned, Tim was up for it. She must have known how much this would arouse him, doing something so uncharacteristic like this. He wished he had worn roomier slacks today. You're almost to the end. Next coordinates are N30 19.524', W97 50.198'. Mmmm…I feel much cooler now… Tim's legs were trembling he was so excited. In two years of marriage, their sex life had been rather uninspired and decreasingly frequent. This would be a welcome shift in Brenda's behavior if it were as it seemed. He kissed the lipstick impression and stuffed the letter back in the box. Her panties joined the bra in his pants pocket. His GPS locater led him off the meager trail he'd been following and skirted the edge of the trees. Through a desolate section of the park he walked, less than a tenth of a mile now from his next waypoint. He went up a hill and through a patch of sparse trees. As he crested the small rise, he caught a brief glimpse of a small stream gurgling cheerfully through the woods just a short way up ahead. His eyes also caught a bit of pure white off to his left. Brenda, wearing a simple white sundress that she had sewn herself not two months earlier, was sitting upon a blanket spread over a flat outcropping of rock. Under the rock, the spring-fed stream formed a small pool. The setting was as warmly pleasant as his wife's smile. As Tim made his way down to her, she rose to greet him. Her dress was buttoned down the middle except for the last foot above the hem at her knees. Tim made no effort to hide his arousal and no effort to avert his eyes from Brenda's chest. While he couldn't tell for certain that she was braless, his imagination convinced him that he could discern a difference. "Hi honey," she said. "I'm glad you didn't get lost on the way here." "You were tempting fate leaving that many different clues," Tim replied. "What would you have done if I couldn't have found one, or if the battery in my locater had died?" "Oh, I had faith in you," she said as she lifted herself on her toes to give him a kiss. Tim embraced her and kissed back enthusiastically. As he wrapped his arms around her, he slid them down her back and grabbed her ass. No panties, he confirmed happily. Tim pressed his tongue against her lips and she opened her mouth for a moment before breaking the kiss and playfully pushing him away. "Don't rush everything at once," she said. "First, we have dinner waiting." Tim heaved a resigned sigh and settled on the blanket. While Brenda fetched food from the basket, bending over with her firm ass shamelessly in his face, Tim removed his shoes and placed them beside hers. She placed crackers with assorted meats and cheeses along with a bunch of grapes on a plate. Two champagne glasses followed, along with a bottle of sparkling white grape juice. "So," Tim said, "what inspired this little outing?" "Oh, I just wanted to do something special, something different," she replied. "While you were out on that business trip the other week, I spent a couple afternoons looking for a good location to set this up." He opened the bottle and filled the glasses while she finished preparing the food. "Well, I must admit that I'm very impressed. This was exceptionally creative and romantic." "Thanks," she said as she turned toward him, affording him a view down her dress. Yup, he thought to himself, no bra. He had but a mere glimpse of her small dark nipples, but it was enough to fully arouse him once more. He adjusted his seat slightly. They ate and drank, making small talk about the inanities of their respective day. They playfully fed each other grapes and enjoyed a private, quiet moment in the secluded setting. Tim then topped off their glasses with the rest of the sparkling grape juice. "A toast," he said, raising his glass to her. "To what?" "How about we toast to the most wonderful geocache in the world," he said. "And, to the wonderful, beautiful woman who dreamed the whole thing up." "Then let's also toast to the wonderful husband who inspired me to go to all the work," she added as they toasted and drank. When they finished, they shared another moment kissing before Brenda broke it off to pile the plate and glasses back into the picnic basket. "It's still hot out," she said when finished. "Why don't we soak our feet in the stream?" Brenda took Tim by the hand and led him to a lower rock shelf that was just above the water's level. Tim rolled up his pant legs and they both dangled their legs over the side. Being spring-fed, the water was surprisingly cool and clear. A turtle, startled by their presence, dove off a low-hanging branch and quickly swam away. "Mmm," she moaned sensually. "This feels so nice." She wiggled her toes and poked playfully at Tim's feet. "Almost as good as air conditioning," Tim replied jokingly. After a few minutes of playful kissing and touching, Brenda stood up in the knee-deep water and purposefully walked away from Tim. As she got deeper, she lifted the hem of her dress higher and higher to keep it dry. When well out of his reach, she turned and blew him a kiss. With a perplexed look on his face, Tim asked, "What are you doing out there?" "Do you want me?" she asked in a sultry tone of voice she rarely used but that could make him agree to anything when she did. "Like never before," he said honestly. "Then you might just have to come get me," she said and gave him an exaggerated wink. Tim stood up slowly, cringing at the shock of cold water seeping up his pant legs. As he moved to walk toward his wife, she started backing up into even deeper water. She had the hem of her dress pulled up nearly to the top of her thigh. Then, abruptly, she slipped and fell backward, submerging completely in the water. Tim leapt forward even as she came sputtering out of the pool. Water streamed down her hair, darkening it from sandy blonde to almost brown. Her dress was soaked through and clung to her skin. Tim couldn't help but admire how it accentuated her lithe form, enhanced the beauty of her curves. The cold water brought her clearly visible nipples erect. "Graceful as usual, hon," Tim said, smiling. "You okay?" "Ugh," Brenda replied. She wiped the water from her face and slicked her hair back. "Yeah, that's me, Grace." She gave him one of her best goofy grins. Tim gazed unabashedly at her and Brenda returned the look with seductively knowing eyes. She glanced down at the bulge in his pants and said, "I take it you still want me…all of the wet, uncoordinated me?" "Honey," Tim replied, "you have no idea how fantastic you look right now." She followed his gaze down to her chest, to where the wet dress was plastered to her dark, protruding nipples. "Oh," she said coyly. With both index fingers, she started rubbing both nipples in tight concentric circles. "Is this what you're looking at, sweetie?" A gulp and nod was about all Tim could manage. He plowed forward though the water to his wife and wrapped his arms around her, their lips meeting in a furious tongue-dueling kiss. Brenda wrapped her hands around the back of Tim's neck, holding him close. Tim's erection pressed hard between them, eager to be released. His hands worked their way around from her back to her breasts, massaging her hard nipples with his palms. Brenda responded with more fervent kissing and a grinding of her pelvis into his crotch. He broke off the kiss with her lips and nibbled his way down her neck. Brenda leaned her head back, exposing all of her neck to his attention, and moaning with a deep, primal passion. After a moment, Tim continued downward, removing his hands from her breasts so that he could kiss, lick, and nibble at them through the cool, wet fabric. Brenda responded by slipping a hand down to his bulging erection right at the waterline, stroking and massaging it through his soaked khakis. After several minutes of intense kissing and fondling, Tim gave in to desire and deftly began to unbutton his wife's dress from the top down. Upon finishing the fourth button, he paused to slide a hand inside the dress and cup her small breast. It was cool and damp from the water, but firm and responsive to his fingertips. Brenda returned both hands to his head, bringing him back to firm kiss while he continued to undo the buttons to the bottom of her dress. Tim slid both hands inside the damp dress, parting it to the sides as he wrapped his hands around her waist and down her bare ass. She had a wonderfully firm, round ass. His hands continued down below her cheeks and around her hips to the front, where he slowly began to work them back up her thighs and over her pubic bone. He stopped abruptly and in shock. Breaking off the kiss and looking the grinning Brenda in the eye, he ran his fingers back across her pubic bone and down between her legs through her slit to confirm what he thought. Geocaching with Dave i'm still working on the next chapter of The Brothel, but things are stalled at the moment. this one came to me quickly - so perhaps it will amuse you while you wait. it is about a female sub! (i'm sure you are shocked!) *********** The moment of highest risk is exiting the car. From the car into the woods. Once I am in the woods it is relatively safe, but I leave the car on a major road. There is a curve above and below where I park so I have to rely on the sound of engines to know when the coast is temporarily clear, but the walk into the woods is a hundred yards or so, so there is always the possibility... That's what turns me on. I hike into the woods with my bamboo walking stick and my black bag of goodies. I am wearing my tennis shoes. My clothes and the keys to my car are locked safely away in the vehicle. The trail is a public hiking trail, but few people use it on weekdays. There was no one parked at my end and people who park at the other end rarely come all the way through. There is a place where several trails intersect though. The place of most risk. That is where I will place myself in a position of great vulnerability. As soon as I am out of sight of the road I stop and fish through the goody bag. Ben wa balls into the pussy and a vibrator for my butt that is shaped like a chrome tampon. I smear it with lube and it slides right in. Of course the ben wa balls need no lube. A one-quarter-inch length of rope is doubled around my waist with the ends going through the loop and then through my crotch. It wouldn't do to have the ben wa balls fall out. Ankle restraints are secured with padlocks joined by an eighteen inch chain. I stop to listen as I hear the engines of several cars go by. Another longer length of three-eighths-inch rope is doubled. I nestle it up under my breasts and run the ends through the loop. Going in the opposite direction I make another pass below my breasts and then two above. I draw the upper and lower passes together between my breasts firmly, then run both ropes up around one side and down the other side of my neck and tie them off in the center again. Two short ropes draw the sides under my arms together with length left over to wrap my breasts several times. I take out a small length of pre-tied rope, the remote for the vibrator, and my collar, then pull the drawstring closed. Other cars are driving by periodically and each time they do my heart races. The center of the pre-tied rope is tied to the rope through my crotch. It is quarter inch as well. It is tied so that the knot will sit at my ass hole. The pre-tied rope has barrel knots at each end. It is kermantle and the knots are as tight as possible so that the rope doesn't slide on itself easily. The loops at each end are close together and only one at a time is large enough to get my hand barely through. I fasten my collar – without the padlocks for now. I will have to take it off later. I tie the drawstring of the goody bag to the back loop and then wrap the other end around the center of the walking stick. Looping one hand over the walking stick behind my back, I run my wrist through the loop and draw it snug with the other hand and then loosen the other loop for the other wrist and place it in the bound hand. I turn on the vibrator – set on intermittent – and put the string around my neck so it hangs on my chest. Then, trapping the stick against a tree to move it into position, I loop my other elbow behind the walking stick and struggle to work the other rope loop over my wrist. It isn't easy, but finally I manage and pull and twist firmly until it is snug on my wrist. I will have to struggle even more to get out when the time comes. If I meet someone on the trail, they will see me as I am. There wouldn't be enough time to get out of my restraints before being overtaken. And going off the path or outrunning someone isn't an option in the hobbles. Now to hike. The trail is hilly and there are several streams. The chain that hobbles my ankles forces me to take shorter strides than normal. My elbows are drawn back and my swelling breasts lead the way. There is a pleasing tug on my neck caused by the weight of the goody bag stretched to the walking stick. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. My wrists pull at the crotch string as I walk. The scenery is beautiful, but I am forced for the most part to look at the uneven ground. I am surrounded by a mix of pine, oak, maple, dogwood, and sassafras trees. The understory is mountain laurel and rhododendrons. Pine needles and other forest debris carpet the path and occasional stones litter the way. My foot gets wet as I cross the first stream. Other things are wet as well. I want to come and could, but that would shorten the anticipation. The vibrator kicked in several minutes after I began to walk and has been running off and on about a minute every five or so. I am getting to the point that I have to stop walking every time it kicks on to spread my legs and squat slightly so that I don't accidentally set myself off. It doesn't help at all that it makes the ben wa balls vibrate as well. The weather is beautiful as well and I try to enjoy the blooming of the rhododendrons to take my mind off the heartbeat that I am now feeling not only in my throat, but in my breasts and clit as well. I admire my breasts and my nipples that are standing proudly on the swollen and darkening orbs. I know my sex is swollen as well and I can feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs as I walk. It takes me an hour to arrive at the 'place of vulnerability'. By now I am feeling more confident that I won't be seen unintentionally, but despite my best intentions - and squatting – I have come twice already and am on the verge again. I can't help it when I am in bondage and there is a risk of being seen. I grunt and struggle to release my wrists, pulling hard on one in the effort. There are indentations left in my skin, and my wrists feel bruised, when I finally succeed. I turn off the vibrator – that is definitely a must – and find a relatively flat spot between two trees. I brush my nipples and they are rock hard. I don't dare brush them again. That was a mistake. I dump the contents of the bag and spread the bag out. Carefully I line everything up in front of me. I turn on the handheld Global Positioning Device and write down the X and Y coordinates on a small pad of paper with a pencil stub held to it with a rubberband. Then I pick up the cell phone and call Dave. "Hello!" His voice has more than a hint of suggestion in it. My reply is shy. "Hi. I have the coordinates." I read them to him. "How far?" "About forty-five minutes. I need another fifteen I think." "Fifteen it is. Gives me time to pick up Todd." I feel my stomach and sex lurch. I was hoping he would come alone. "Okay." "Are you wet?" "Soaked." "You didn't come, did you?" "I tried not to, but I came twice." "You know what that means?" "Yes, Sir." "Mmmm." I wasn't going to like it. "Well, you get going and I'll see you in a bit." But I won't see you. "Okay." I set the phone and the GPS box at the base of one of the trees and began to remove my collar. My shoes and socks joined the collar at the base of the tree. The breast bondage and crotch rope would stay in place, as well as the ankle restraints, vibrator and balls. The bamboo stick had holes drilled at both ends. I ran ropes through them and tied it off at shoulder height to the two trees. I looped other lengths of rope over it and then wrapped ropes around the base of the tree. Then I lined up all the other items in front of where I would be standing. One rope I threw over an overhanging limb and tied a taut line knot, leaving the end hanging and attached the collar and hood I would be wearing to it temporarily. The taut line would make it easy to shorten so there was no play in it once the other items were on. I sat carefully on the flattened goody bag and removed the hobble chain from my ankles. I tied my ankles to the trees and spread them about three feet. Just to make sure there was no play, I also tied my restraints to each other and made sure that all the ropes were taut. I stood awkwardly and leaned over from the hips to grab the other items. Foam earplugs and tape over my ears, nose plug and a large ball gag with surgical tubing to breathe through. I could hear my heart beating inside of my ears. I took the permanent marker and wrote on my chest, "Use me, please!" I didn't want to put the clamps on yet, but I wouldn't be able to bend over soon and I needed my hands. I would have to work fast and I knew I would come again at least once before Dave and Todd got here. I grunted and squealed through the gag as I attached the first cloverleaf to my outer labia and hung the two pound weight. I held it in my hand as I nestled the crotch rope further into my inner folds. Then I attached the other clamp with its accompanying weight and lowered them carefully. I forced myself to stand, holding the other items awkwardly. Two more squeals and a few tears later and the other two cloverleafs were on my sensitized nipples with their smaller cone-shaped weights dangling. Now I had to force myself to forget the searing pain and how it connected all the nerves between that sensual triangle. I knew I would come again, but there was nothing I could do about it. Quickly I ran a rope around my neck, under each arm and over the bamboo. I pulled it tight and back around the front under my breasts and tied it off. Then I slid the small hole in my leather hood over the surgical tubing and worked it onto my head. I zipped it and tugged it smooth down my neck. Working blindly now, I took the second collar I had brought with me and tied the rope dangling from above to the front loop. This was a posture collar with a protective flap on the front of the throat. It would force my head back once I turned the screw that extended the front. I put it on, snapping the hasps in place, and fumbling with the padlock at the back and quickly turned the extender as far as I could. Last, but not least was the small tweezer clamp at the end of elastic string that would stretch from the nipple chain to my clit. I attached it and turned on the vibrator, groaning with need before I pulled on the tautline bringing me fully straight. I slipped my wrists through the slipknots at the ends of the bamboo and pulled them tight and then I came long and hard. I was helpless now until Dave came. The video camera lay at my feet along with the digital. I was in a public place where anyone could see me, with an invitation to use me written in broad black letters on my chest. I couldn't hear. I couldn't see. I could barely breathe. My legs were immobilized. The only problem was that my wrists could still move slightly, but not enough to untie them – the knots were well out of reach. Dave would take care of that I had no doubt. *************** Todd was the one who got Dave into GeoCaching. It is a game where people put GPS coordinates on the internet and then hide a prize. Most of the time there is a log book and sometimes small prizes. There were clubs where people paid an entry fee for an event and then had elaborate treasure hunts, going from one site to another before the quickest won the pot of money at the end. We had played the game a couple of times with the club and then Dave got the idea to do his own kinky version. We had been dating for a year by that time and had gotten progressively more adventurous as time went on. I remembered the first time he left me in the middle of the road in the middle of the night with no clothes on. He told me I had to approach any car that came and offer to let them fondle my tits. It was a main road, but scenic and not used for general transportation, so it was usually deserted that late at night. Usually... but when he returned that night there was a couple in the pickup next to me. The guy was taking me up on Dave's offer and the girl was leaning over his arm giggling and saying, "What a slut to stand out here naked and offer herself like that!" Dave just sat in the car behind the truck and snapped pictures. Finally he let me back in the car after I gave him a blow job. I told him I needed some action too and he stopped the car again, right in the middle of the road, and ordered me to masturbate myself in front of the car with the headlights on. He told me to be noisy when I came and he videoed the whole thing. At first we kept our games to ourselves, but then I got into trouble for masturbating without permission and he showed Todd the video of me in the headlights as punishment. The only problem was that the humiliation turned me on and so the next time we went on a deserted road at night Todd was with us and I had to give two blow jobs and masturbate until I came like a freight train again. Of course that episode was all videotaped as well. Todd was the one who got us into bondage. He showed Dave where to find bondage pictures on the internet, and in his defense, he also showed him websites that taught about safety. I couldn't believe what it did for my libido! I was begging Dave to tie me up all the time. He made me pay for a session by giving Todd a blow job to thank him for the information on bondage. Later on he made me promise to let him take my anal cherry in exchange. Of course Todd was there to document it for posterity. We started off with rope, but as our budget allowed, every spare penny went toward the wish list. ************** Something hit my arm. A twig? My heart was racing again. I knew I would come the next time the vibrator kicked on. That would be four times without permission. Dave is going to kill me! Did the twig just fall from the tree or is Dave watching me now? Or is someone I don't know watching me? My tits are killing me! Oh... but my clit feels SO good! I wonder for the thousandth time why pain is such a turn on... and humiliation! It would be so embarrassing if someone just came along and found me here... They could do what they wanted. I couldn't stop them. I groaned as the vibrator kicked in again. I hold off as long as I can, but the orgasm rips through me and I am left gasping for air and moaning. ******************* Todd introduced us to whipping too. Dave needed to punish me (masturbating again...dang). I was already strung up spread eagle in the woods when Dave produced the cat. At first he just brushed it along my skin and when he began striking me it was softly, just reddening the skin and heating it up. Todd must have shown him a training video though, because he was definitely thorough. Breasts, tits, armpits, stomach, bum, knees, inner thighs. Is this supposed to be punishment? Then he told me it was time for punishment. That was just play. Ten strikes. Two on each tit, two on the inside of each thigh and the last two on my pussy. I passed out during that orgasm! I was so sore the next few days. Was it worth it? .............. DUH!!! That was when I got my collar. Dave was worried about how badly he hurt me. I told him I was his and would do anything he asked. I told him I deserved the punishment and even though I enjoyed the whipping, I hated disappointing him. I told him I would try very hard not to disobey him again. We were both very overwhelmed with special feelings for each other. That collar almost set off an orgasm all by itself. ************* I remember the first time we played the Geocaching game with me as the bait. That time the bondage was simple. My collar tied to an overhead limb, my ankle tied to a tree trunk and handcuffs. I texted the coordinates to Dave and then dropped the phone and waited. Gradually it became more complex as my imagination took off on the potential for self-bondage. He always let me direct that part of the adventure. ********** Suddenly I couldn't breathe. I panicked and thrashed, but still I couldn't breathe. Then something thumped my clit and I came. I struggled, trying desperately to breathe for several seconds as I came and then there was glorious air! My legs were limp and I felt arms around my waist to support me – a body pressed against my back as lightening raced through my clit and tits. Fingers tracing letters across my chest. 'How many'. Confession time. I held out my fingers indicating five. I wished he would give me credit for not coming as many times as I could have... I felt searing pain as the clover clamps were removed from my tits. Not unclamped and removed... just pulled off as I grunted and squealed. Then the screaming pain as blood flow returned. The weights on the clamps on my cunt lips were dropped several times before one clamp and then the other finally fell off. I screamed and writhed for all the good it did me... I felt circles being drawn on me. One around each breast and each aureole, one on each armpit, one on each butt cheek, one on my stomach with a smaller one around my navel, one on the front of each thigh. While all of that was happening the vibrator had been turned on constantly and my arms were strapped firmly in several places to the bamboo, yay! Something was brushing my skin softly... feathers? NO! It poked me! Probably pine needles. The brushing continued, alternating with poking in various, usually erotic places. I tried to writhe as well as I could, but my hips were really all I could move until the tautline was tightened and I was forced to my toes. The brushing continued on my stomach and down across my mons several times. I jutted it out as well as I could wanting the pleasure to continue and was startled when the pointed needles pressed into my clit. Then everything stopped. Even the vibrator. Ten minutes or more went by. I felt something strike my bottom hard! I couldn't imagine what it was. It felt like a fist, but smaller. There was fluid leaking now and I knew I would be bruised. It hurt! The blows continued over the course of time and finally I realized that I was the target for their paintball guns! They always complained about the bruises it left behind – and they were wearing clothes. That must have been the circles they drew. Targets. They stayed at my back for several minutes and I squealed in pain every time one of those things hit me. My whole back and legs were covered before they moved to the front. I screamed and cried through it all as they struck ramdomly at my breasts and all of the front of my torso and legs. Even on my pubes, but I think they were very careful not to hit my sex. Being so helpless and going through that was such a turn on! There was another pause and the next thing I felt was a tongue on my clit. Fingers were pulling on my tits and I screamed through another climax. The tongue stayed there until it was all over. Bless whoever it was! The ben wa balls came out and the vibrator. Both were replaced by my favorite dildos and the guys must have hugged each other because suddenly I was squished between them as their hips worked in an out. That was completely amazing and I went limp enjoying the sensations and the slow ride back up to orgasm. Just before I came the air tube was blocked again and I had another monster of a climax. I guess my muscles clamped down pretty well, because they both pulsed into me one after the other as I continued to come. There was another pause, probably for pictures, and then I was laid back on the ground. Someone was licking my clit again as I felt the collar removed and then the hood. The collar was replaced before the gag, noseplug and earplugs were removed. "What a slut you are!" I managed to grin and giggle for a moment before Todd stuck his dick in my mouth for cleaning. I was very thorough. Dave was next while Todd took pictures. Finally my feet were released and the hobble replaced. While Todd did that Dave wrote other things on me. 'Slut for hire', 'Blow jobs - $10', 'Sex - $20', 'Back door Sex - $40', 'Kissing and fondling and pictures - free'. After more pictures they hooked my leash to my collar and led me back down the trail. Geocaching with Dave We had to stop twice for them to video me giving a blowjob. Their faces weren't in the viewer of course, which made me even hotter. I was begging for help and they laughed at me telling me sluts existed for other people's pleasure and not for their own. Finally though, they strapped a big microphone shaped vibrator to a fallen tree trunk that was about knee height. They videoed me as they laughed. I had to turn it on with my teeth and then they unhobbled me so I could straddle the branch and squat down at the vibrator. "If we let you come, will you let Todd do your ass?" "I'll do anything you want! Please let me come!" Dave gestured and I jumped at the chance. I rolled my hips over the vibrator with my eyes closed in bliss. "What are you?" "A slut." I felt the sweetness swell through my body. "Do you like to suck cock?" "I LOVE to suck cock, Sir!" "Will you do anything I tell you?" "Anything, Sir." I leaned forward as my body convulsed and sprayed my juices all over the tree trunk. "Kneel down and clean the tree." Not even a hesitation... the tree was pine. People chewed pine gum. I licked the tree trunk. Dave pulled my leash around the tree trunk and wrapped it around my arms stretched along its length, held in place by the bamboo. "Stand. With your legs apart." I complied. It left my ass about a foot higher than my shoulders. I felt a cock wiggling around back there. This was only the second time Todd had done my cunt. Now he was doing my back door. "I guess this means I'll owe you $40." "It's the going rate for this slut." He was poking me as he masturbated. No doubt Dave was videoing again... my attention snapped back to him as he spoke. "Five orgasms without permission!" "That's why we shot her fifty times." "But it is really getting out of hand. I'm thinking I need to do something else to punish her. Something that will get her attention." "What do you have in mind?" Todd's voice was growing more husky and he was poking me harder. I was listening intently. "I'm thinking that I will have to put some pictures and maybe a video or two on the web..." The cock slid in and I screamed as I came again. Dang! The cock continued to slide in and out. "Please don't do that! Please! I'll do anything!" "That's the third time she's promised that. Did you hear?" Todd grunted as he came close. He was slapping into me rhythmically and swatting my behind. "She promises, but she doesn't seem too penitent the way she keeps coming. I think it's time I show her who is boss. She doesn't seem to take me seriously. Public humiliation may just show her that I mean business." I groaned. It was useless. He was going to show my humiliation to the world. I groaned in shame as another orgasm slammed into me and then I felt Todd's shaft pulse into me as he grunted. They waited long enough to get a good picture of the cum oozing out and then we continued along the trail. At the end Dave put me over his shoulder. Todd produced a sheet and draped it over me long enough for them to dump me in the trunk with my arms outstretched. It wasn't very comfortable lying on the bamboo pole, but it wasn't for me to complain. They tied a blindfold on and tied my ankles to the opposite hinges of the trunk, gently pressed my knees apart as they slowly closed the lid. Why couldn't I keep from coming? Geocaching "Oh my god," Tim said, breaking out in an uncontrolled smile. "You shaved." "Uh, huh," she replied. "Just for you." "Like, totally, completely, gone?" She took at step back, breaking away from his fingers that had begun a slow exploration of the outer edges of her pussy. Once a couple steps back, she opened up her dress for him, completely exposing her nakedness: Her round breasts, narrow waist, curved hips, and completely bald pussy right at the water line. She savored the moment of joy and shock on her lover's face. She also savored the feeling of freedom, excitement, and passion welling within her at exposing her body to the open air in a public park – even if they were well out of the way of ordinary pedestrians. Brenda slipped the dress all the way off and tossed the soaked garment to Tim. "Why don't you go find a place to hang that to dry, lover? And don't dawdle." Tim took one more moment to admire his wife's firm, athletic body. He couldn't recall her having ever looked so stunning – wet hair, radiant smile, glistening body, and shaved. Reluctantly, he returned to shore and hung her dress over a low-hanging tree limb. Brenda, he noted, had dunked her head back under water and then came up waiting on him, keeping her breasts just below the water line. Tim's pants were already soaked through, so he decided just to shed them now. They would only get in the way. He shed the khakis and his shirt, hanging them next to the white cotton dress. Then he slipped out of his boxers, adding them to the mix. Brenda gave him an appreciative wolf-whistle as his ass came into view. He turned back to the spring-fed pool. Brenda gave him a warm and thorough inspection. Tim was of moderate build and somewhat athletic. His edges had "softened since his college days," as he liked to put it, but he was still more fit than most men his age. His erection, a modest and capable one, led the way back to the pool. Just as he was about to reenter the water, Brenda stood up, exposing herself to him once again. His hard-on bounced a little higher. She motioned him back over toward the low rock shelf that hung over the water. "Sit over there, honey," she said as she walked over to meet him. "I'll get you warmed up." Tim sat down on the smooth stone ledge, his feet dangling in the cool water. Brenda knelt in the water before him, spreading his legs and getting as close as she could. She made eye contact, blew him a kiss, and then bent to kiss the tip of his cock. Tim leaned back on his elbows, watching the erotic display as his wife grasped his cock and began planting light kisses all around the head and then up and down the length of it. She took her time building up his arousal, alternating between light kisses and soft nibbles. She'd lick up the length of the shaft and then pop the head in her mouth for a quick sucking. Her hands were alternatively massaging the base of his shaft and cupping and fondling his balls. Almost painfully slow was the blowjob – he ached for release. Yet, he could not recall a more sensual act from his wife. He was going to owe her big for this romantic rendezvous. Finally, she upped the paced and intensity of her stroking and sucking and kissing. She took his cock well into her mouth, massaging the tip of it with a frantic fluttering of her tongue while her hand jacked his shaft hard. He quickly rose to the brink of orgasm. Between his ecstatic moans, he grunted, "I'm about to cum…almost there!" Brenda looked gazed up into his eyes, watching for their reaction. Just as the moment of orgasm was imminent, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her chest. With both hands she stroked the length of his shaft as the creamy globs spurted out upon her chest and breasts. Tim watched the cum slide down her modest cleavage, intermingling with the droplets of spring water, as his wife continued stroking his softening cock with long, gentle pulls. They gave each other a knowing, content smile. Brenda finally released his soft member and backed away from him, standing to stretch her legs. She rubbed the semen around her chest and across her nipples before dunking herself underwater to rinse off. Tim joined her in the cool water, also dunking himself to rinse the sheen of sweat from his body. They embraced in a gentle hug, peppering each other with feather-light kisses. "It'll take me a few minutes to recover from that," Tim whispered in her ear. "I suppose it's only fair that I get you warmed up while we wait." "Damn skippy," she said with a grin and made for the low rock. She situated herself as comfortably as she could at the edge of the water, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs invitingly. Tim slid in between her knees and Brenda hooked her legs loosely around his shoulders. She gave him a sultry look and licked her lips. He smiled and gave her a wink before going to work on her thighs. Slowly and gently, Tim planted fleeting kisses up and down her inner thighs. Each time getting closer to her bare lips, yet never quite reaching them. He lapped up the cool spring water and built her to a low hum of arousal. Her clit was fully engorged and he could tell that she was becoming fully aroused as his kisses approached her outer lips. The smell of her pussy was bringing his cock back to a full erection under the surface of the cool water but he was intent on her needs, not his own. Tim opened his eyes and looked up at the face of his lover. Her own eyes were closed and her face was aglow with pleasure. She moaned ever so softly and tugged and pinched her nipples. Closing his eyes again, Tim let his tongue finally slip over her clit. Her clean-shaven mound was a wonderfully smooth treat for him as he worked his tongue over and around. Brenda was unprepared for how much more intense the sensation was while shaved. She let out a whimper and her body shuddered. Tim kissed and sucked, working back and forth between her clit and her vagina. Over and over he brought her to the brink of an orgasm, so intense was the sensation that it was almost painful. Finally, with his tongue flitting lightly across her clit, she let out a long moan and sigh, her body collapsing in release. Sensing she needed a break, Tim slowed to a few slow, broad strokes with his tongue and then backed away with gentle kisses up her thighs and across her pubic mound. He kissed his way up her flat tummy and between her breasts, pulling himself out of the water to lay beside her. Their bodies, damp with sweat and water, intertwined as they held one another in a deep and soulful embrace. When their breathing finally returned to normal, Brenda opened her eyes and gazed deep into her husband's. "I love you, sweetie," she whispered. "I love you too, hon," Tim said. "This was incredible." "How about some dessert?" she asked, pulling away slightly from his embrace. "You're ready to go again?" he asked. "Not that, silly!" she said and swatted him playfully. "Well, maybe that. But not yet." She walked over to the picnic basket and retrieved a carton of strawberries. "Oh," Tim said. "That kind of dessert." "Deal with it," she said and stuffed a strawberry in his mouth. They took turns feeding one another strawberries, their aroused senses recognizing and savoring a new depth to their flavor. When they were near the bottom of the carton, Tim took a berry and squeezed it. The juices ran between his fingers and over her breasts and nipples. He leaned over his wife and she leaned back to allow him to lick the juices clean. He brought her softened nipples back to arousal. "Silly," she said and then took his hand in hers. She licked his fingers one by one, sucking the strawberry juice from them in a highly erotic fashion. Tim felt his erection returning in response. When she finished with his fingers, Brenda abruptly stood up and jumped into the water, splashing him with the shockingly cool water. Brenda dunked herself under the water and pulled her hair back slick as she broke back to the surface. Rivulets of water ran down her face and between her breasts. Tim could not help but admire the beauty and grace of his wife. He was indeed a lucky man. "Tim," Brenda said. "Yes dear?" Tim said as he hoisted himself off the ground. "I want you to come here and fuck me," she said matter-of-factly. She rarely talked so dirty or so bluntly. It was the ultimate turn on for Tim who didn't hesitate in jumping in after her. Brenda wrapped herself around her husband and they kissed with an animalistic ferocity. The cool water splashing between their legs could not quench their passion. Tim lifted Brenda out of the water and she locked her legs about his waist. With one arm around his neck, she reached with the other for his cock and guided it unhesitatingly for her pussy. Once the tip was in position, she dropped her hips and took his full length into her wetness in one motion. They shared a groan of pleasure and settled into a steady, building rhythm. "Oh yeah, baby," she groaned. "Fuck me hard." Tim held most of her weight while Brenda concentrated on bouncing up and down on his cock. Tim alternated between deep kissing and sucking her nipples. They kept a relentless pace until finally Tim burst inside Brenda in orgasm. She clenched her legs even tighter around his waist, holding his cock inside her until it finally started to soften. Tim lifted her off and gently set her down in the water. The cool water across his cock and her pussy offered a mutually pleasant shock after the shared warmth of their passion. Gently holding and caressing, they rinsed the sweat from their bodies and allowed themselves to recover by floating in the spring water. Evening was starting to fall by the time they had dried off and collected their clothing. They retraced the route to each of the waypoints, collecting the containers that Brenda had planted on the way back to the cars. Brenda and Tim got into their respective cars and promised to hurry home. On the way, Brenda called Tim's cell phone. "Yeah hun?" Tim answered. "I was just wondering something," Brenda said. "What's that?" Tim asked. "When do I get to go geocaching?" "Soon, honey. Soon."