8 comments/ 68353 views/ 13 favorites An Outdoor Photo Session Interrupted By: Scoob When it comes to sexuality, I dabble in a number of fetishes or turn-ons. I rarely, if ever, take anything to the extreme. Recently, however, I had one of those experiences where "extreme" sort of got handed to me on a silver platter, fulfilling a few fantasies and igniting entirely new ones. Coming across an outdoor erotic photography session will do that to a fellow. Over the course of the summer, I've been indulging one of my turn-ons by routinely running on the trails around my Western town wearing only a short pair of black mesh running shorts with the lining removed. As you runners know, running shorts tend to be small and lightweight. The shorts material is very thin and moves around a lot when one runs. The internal lining usually keeps everything held tight and unexposed. Remove the liner and things change. I get a thrill from subtle exhibitionism. Without the lining, when I run my slightly larger than average cock moves freely behind the shorts' light-weight material. The holes in the mesh are tiny enough that it is not obscene to be walking around town in them, but when I run, my cock moves around so much that is obvious I have no underwear on. What's more, if I stand with one leg on a rock or bench, one can see through the mesh enough that one is provided with a perfect silhouette of my uncontained cock. In all my runs throughout the summer wearing my modified shorts, I never had anyone gasp or make a comment or produce a reaction. In other words, my exhibitionism is more on the subtle side of subtle. Recently, I decided to combine another of my turn-ons with my skimpy running outfit. For some time I've had a thing for women in g-string panties. I dig these kinds of panties. They show everything and nothing at the same time. Over the summer, I've caught numerous glimpses of thongs and g-strings peeking out from the back of women's low rider jeans and shorts when they're sitting down or bending over. Catching these glimpses has been a never-ending source of erotic fun during these warm months. On a business trip during mid-summer, I went out shopping after work one day. While in a department store I had a sudden idea to go upstairs to the women's lingerie area and buy a pair of g-string panties for myself. I had never before worn, owned or bought a pair of women's underwear. It was near closing time, so there weren't saleswomen nosing around, thankfully. Once I found the panty area, I sheepishly looked through the round display shelving unit that contained a dozen or so styles of thongs. I relatively quickly picked out two size large g-strings, a white one and a black one. I took them up to a woman behind a register, laid them on the counter and completed the transaction without too much embarrassment. That evening, I returned to my hotel room and put the panties on. I liked the feeling of having the thin string running up between my ass cheeks. I liked the feeling of the skimpy cotton triangle that barely contained by cock, which seemed to be constantly erect while I had the panties on. Inevitably, however, after wearing the panties for a bit, my balls would slip uncomfortably out the side of the small front triangle of material. But, I still liked having the string between my ass cheeks. A few days later, after having returned home, I took out the panties and had an idea. I liked wearing the g-strings once in a while (to my surprise), but wasn't keen on how uncomfortable they sometimes were up front. Grabbing a pair of scissors, I laid the panties on my kitchen counter and carefully cut out the triangle of material up front, leaving in place and intact the thicker seams that formed the triangle. I now had two g-strings that were nothing but strings. Now the front of the panties consisted only of a triangle of seams perfectly framing my cock, with nothing left to cover it. One day I decided to combine the g-string with my skimpy running shorts, figuring I could bolster to my exhibitionistic thrill by adding the additional taboo of a man wearing women's panties in public. Since the shorts were small, I figured I could hike up the strings at the right moments so they were visible above my shorts. That way, when I ran past women, they would clearly see I was wearing a g-string. One day last week, I put on my running shorts and the white modified g-string and went running on a nearby trail that snakes up a canyon and parallels a mountain stream. The trail dead-ends at private property, the place I usually turn around. This day, however, there had been no one else on the trail, which is unusual. Feeling typically horny and somewhat disappointed I hadn't seen anyone else so far on my run, I decided to continue running up the canyon along a road to a spot I knew people occasionally sunbathed in the nude. I had heard about this spot along Deer Creek a couple of years before when I was biking by it with a couple of buddies. One of them pointed out the spot and said he had seen people sunbathing naked there. As I recall, he said he'd only seen guys there, which probably explains why I had never returned to see what I could see. Nonetheless, while on my run up the canyon I decided to check it out. Once off the trail, I ran along the paved road for about ½ mile. The spot was located off a fairly severe right-hand bend in the road. There was a 20-foot high berm between an informal path that ran along the creek's steep bank and the road. The berm and the steep bank together provided a surprising amount of privacy to anyone who might be interested in lying around naked in public there. As I approached the area and prepared to step behind the berm, I noticed there were four cars parked along the road within striking distance of the informal nude sunbathing area. When I got to the berm, I noticed that in addition to the trail that ran along the creek's bank, there was a clear trail that ran across the top of the berm. Figuring it made sense to scout the area from the vantage point of the berm's top, I climbed the trail and walked along the berm looking down on some of the rock-dotted creek. As I walked along, I noted there was one guy laying nude on his stomach on a large flat rock at the creek's edge. I saw no one else. After descending the far side of the berm, I proceeded a bit further up canyon along the trail at the creek's edge. I explored a couple of short trails that went off to the water's edge. Most of the trails were empty of sunbathers, but opened to good flat sunning rocks. Just off the far end of the trail, I noted there was another single guy sunbathing nude with his back to the trail. He didn't see me, so I turned tail and headed back the direction I had come. I walked back toward the end of the berm down-canyon, past the side trail where I saw the first guy. Just before the end of the berm, I spied another side trail that went steeply down the bank to a minor channel of the main creek. I carefully climbed down the embankment to the creek's edge. The creek channel had a minimal amount of water in it, which exposed a number of good foot-sized boulders. Directly across this channel was a wooded island. Above me, to the right, I could see the main channel of the rushing creek. I figured that during high water, this section of the creek would be as inundated with water as the main channel was today. About 15 yards downstream on my left I noticed someone's bag and a towel lying unattended. I wondered where that person was. Deciding I would try and find a secluded spot to strip down and lay in the warm summer sun, I hopped from rock to rock across the creek, getting nary a foot wet. Once on the heavily wooded and vegetated island, I threaded my way directly across the small island to the far side, which was bordered by the rushing creek. Standing at the water's edge and looking back, I could tell I already was almost entirely obscured from anyone who might be looking toward the island from the trail along the far creek bank. There were so many shrubs, tall grasses and reeds growing up across this small chunk of ground, I had a hard time finding a place to stretch out. From my perch on the water's edge, I stepped down onto some rounded rocks next to the water and scampered upstream, figuring navigating the softball-sized rocks was easier than fighting my way through the skin-grabbing shrubs. After about 10 yards, I found a small, flat area amidst the grasses and foot-tall reeds. A narrow, faint path led away from this small clearing back into the shrubs toward the other side of the island. Not wanting to strip down without knowing whether anyone lurked about on my island, I walked down the trail and saw that it led back to near the place I had jumped from rock-to-rock to get across the low-water creek channel. Seeing no one, I turned around and returned to the clearing. Back in the clearing, I looked carefully up and downstream and behind me, again, making sure no one was around. For someone into subtle exhibitionism, I found myself being overly cautious, and a little nervous. Once I was comfortable there was no one around, I hooked my thumps under the sides of my shorts and was about to slide them off when suddenly I heard some rustling coming from directly in front of me, across the creek's rushing waters. Startled, I dropped my hands to my sides and looked up. Just 10 yards across the creek, a totally naked woman walked out from behind a copse of bushes with a fully dressed guy following on her heels. My first thought was, "She's going to freak when she sees me." Across the creek, the woman and the guy paused and he started pointing at a spot at the edge of the creek. It was then I realized the guy had two cameras around his neck. I quickly deduced that she must be posing for him. She glanced up and looked in my direction, but made no effort to cover up and showed no outward signs of concern. In the span of about 10 seconds, I realized I could fulfill my exhibitionist fantasies with virtually no risk. She was naked in public, having pictures taken no less. There was no conceivable way she could be alarmed at my nudity, nor would she have any cause to be judgmental. So without any real or further thought, and with virtually no delay, I quickly hooked my thumbs again under the sides of my shorts, slid them off, stepped out of them and raised my hands to the sky and stretched. I was now standing outdoors 10 yards from a strange, totally naked woman and a fully dressed man while wearing nothing except for a pair of running shoes and a women's white g-string with no material in front to hide my exposed cock, shaved balls and closely cropped pubic hair. (I started shaving my balls and trimming my pubic hair a couple years ago at the request of a long-time girlfriend who preferred the "clean" look.) Still facing the woman and the guy, I completed my stretch and looked over at the nude woman and her photographer. They were both looking at me. I followed their gaze and looked down at my thickening, but not obviously aroused, cock surrounded by white strings. I stuck fingers under each side of the g-string and openly adjusted it over my hips, pulling it up a bit between my ass cheeks. Figuring I may as well go for broke, I then turned around, glancing to see that they were still watching me, and bent over with my ass pointing directly at them. Bent at the waist, I spread my t-shirt on the ground, pausing to get it just right and getting turned on thinking they were looking at my spread ass cheeks with a thin, white piece of material barely covering my asshole. With my shirt spread out, I turned back around and sat down, leaning back on my extended arms. I sat with my knees bent and my feet flat on the ground, with my legs spread so that my cock was totally visible to the two people across the creek. Once I sat down, the woman and the photographer returned to talking about their next shot. The photographer handed her a large, water-worn branch and gestured for her to take position on a rock next to the water and lean on the branch. He appeared to be going for some sort of "woman in nature" vibe. As she took position on the rock, she turned again to face me across the creek. I took this opportunity to gaze at her body and assess this nude woman. As my eyes were hidden by very dark sunglasses, I felt I could stare at her without her knowing exactly where I was looking. She appeared to be in her early-to-mid twenties. She had a nice body with smallish, well-shaped breasts, curvy hips and no hint of cellulite. She had a round Celtic-looking tattoo on her upper right thigh. Her face had perfect features, with a small nose, straight white teeth and a sexy small mole near the left corner of her mouth. She had brown, straight hair, which was pinned up on top of her head. She was not even wearing shoes. As she was getting positioned on the rock while holding this very large branch, the photographer, wearing sandals, walked into the creek and took up position about eight feet downstream of her. To my great surprise and delight, neither of them had yet so much as acknowledged by presence. I figured she would ask the photographer to ask me to leave. After all, what nude model wants a strange, naked guy sitting 10 yards away watching her get her picture taken? Now in place, the photographer started telling her how to stand, how to hold the branch and so on, all the while snapping pictures. I just sat there, my cock in plain sight dangling between my spread thighs, staring at this naked woman. I'd never seen such a thing, ever. Sure, I've seen girlfriends gallivanting naked in the woods while camping, and such. But, I've never sat and blatantly watched an attractive stranger walking around naked in the woods. For a good seven minutes or so, the photographer pointed and snapped pictures and the naked woman shifted and posed. All the while, I sat there and watched. A couple of times, I changed positions, one time laying on my side, my ass pointing their direction with my shaved balls peeking out between my legs and a slim white strip of material running up between my ass cheeks. At one point, I stood up, stretched again (making sure to stand there long enough to make sure she saw me) and stepped onto a rock about six inches into the creek. On this rock, I squatted and began splashing water all over my nude body. I rubbed the water over my chest, my arms, my shaved balls, my ass. I then stood up and returned to my sitting spot. Finally, the photographer must have gotten what he wanted. He and the model regrouped and he pointed upstream, then right at me. Due to the roar of the rushing stream, I couldn't hear what he was saying. I sat up, again with my knees up and my legs spread, my cock fully exposed to the strangers. Next thing I knew, she was gingerly stepping into the creek and walking directly at me. I figured they must be headed to my clearing to get on the little path back that led across the small island. Wearing sandals, the photographer began walking next to her across the creek. He quickly overtook her, as she was having some trouble navigating the underwater rocks barefoot. When the photographer, a rotund, ruddy-faced fellow, was a few feet away, I said, "Sorry for the intrusion." He replied nonchalantly, "No problem. If you get in the way of any shots, I'll give you a shout." I responded by saying, "Don't worry, I'm happy to stay well out of camera range!" With that, he turned upstream, walking on the rocks on my side of the creek. Pleasantly surprised at his jovial demeanor, I turned my attention back to the nude woman trying to walk across this rocky, swiftly flowing creek. She was now about five feet from me, looking down trying to determine where next to put her feet. I took a moment to look at the special place between her legs. She was almost totally shaven, save for a thin strip of hair emerging from the tip of her clit. Still sitting there nearly nude, except for my white g-string, I said to her, "You ought to negotiate for a pair of sandals." She smiled and mumbled something about her feet. Wanting to prolong the moment, I loudly said, "What?" She turned, looking again at me and repeated, "It's OK, I've got tough feet," and she turned and began walking upstream. Watching her ass as she walked away, I stood up to see where she and the photographer were headed. Due to the heavy vegetation, after just a few feet they were out of sight. Bummed that the close-up show was over, I unconsciously reached down and took hold of my cock. It was at about half-mast, having gotten that way as I stared at her ass moving away. Wanting to prolong my voyeuristic pleasure, I grabbed my shorts and stepped into them, picked up my shirt and strode across the small island, across the rocks of the other creek channel and climbed the bank to the path that ran alongside. I walked about 15 yards down the trail and through a break in the trees. I could see the nude model and her photographer again. Now she was laying in a pool of water at the far edge of the creek. She was lying with her arms crossed just below her bare breasts. The photographer was picking and tossing leaves in the still water around her, hoping, I expected, to add to the "natural" feel of the shot. Noting they were just a bit upstream from the tip of the island I had just left, I walked back down the path to the cut in the creek bank that led down to the low-water channel. After climbing down, I realized I had a clear line of sight to the photography session from the base of the steep bank. I sat down on a sun-warmed rock, stripped off my shorts again and lay back in the sun watching. I'm not sure how this naked woman managed to stay so still in such chilly, mountain stream water, but she managed to lay there for a good 10 minutes as the photographer maneuvered for a variety of angles and shots, all the while laying there with her breasts exposed to prying eyes, like mine. At last, at the direction of the photographer, she again stood, giving me another and welcome full-body view. Together they made their way along the far stream bank and disappeared from sight behind the islands' dense vegetation. I sat there nearly nude, save for my g-string, on my warm rock contemplating the sexy scene I'd been witnessing for the last half hour or so. Shaking me from my thoughts, the photographer emerged from the path on the small island I had walked on a little while ago. As he stepped down onto a rock to cross the creek, he nodded in my direction and made his way across the creek. I quickly realized that the pile of clothes and other items 20 yards downstream must belong to he and his model. As the photographer made his way to his belongings, the model stepped from behind a large cottonwood tree on the island and carefully climbed down the low bank to the rocks below. I watched her closely as she stood on the first rock contemplating where to make her next step. At last, she seemed to figure out which rock to step on and lunged to a large flat rock about 10 yards from me. She leaped with startling grace. She was close enough that when she landed, I could see her breasts gently sway at impact. I felt mesmerized as this attractive, strange nude woman walked right by me. After her lunge, she briefly looked at me and half-smiled before returning her focus to moving rock-to-rock back to her things. Although partially obscured by big rocks, I could see enough that I knew she had put on a shirt and must be readying to leave. Disappointed my private show was over, I decided to give her one last, unobstructed view of my naked body and unconventional underwear. I stood up from my sunny spot and with t-shirt and shorts in hand, I walked across the rocks back to the small island. I now was across the creek channel and 15 yards or so upstream from the model and photographer. Facing them, I paused to make sure she looked up before I disappeared through the vegetation on the island. After standing there for a few seconds, she looked up. I reached down and nonchalantly scratched my upper thigh, drawing, I hoped, her gaze to my exposed cock. I then pretended that I had dropped something, turned around, bent over and began looking for the imaginary thing I had dropped. I spent, maybe, 15 seconds in that position, reveling in the sexy feeling of having that thin strip of material drawn tight against my asshole, before standing up and walking down the island's trail to the spot where I first saw the model and photographer. An Outdoor Photo Session Interrupted Alone again in my little clearing, I dropped my t-shirt and shorts and stepped onto a rock a foot or so into the stream. I again splashed my body with water. Feeling a little chilled from the cold water, I hopped back onto land, spread out my t-shirt and sat down and began mentally rehashing the scenes I had just witnessed, and the scenes I had created. Laying there nude in the sun, I quickly became erect. I reached down and fondled my shaved balls and hard cock. Deciding I really shouldn't play with myself here in public, I turned on my side to limit the possibility of someone catching me lying around in women's underwear with an erection. My change of positions quickly proved to be a decision of great foresight when a guy wearing shorts and a t-shirt and carrying a towel appeared at the edge of my clearing. Seeing me, he quickly moved off in search of another sunning spot. After he disappeared through the dense foliage, I stared in the direction he had gone in hopes of figuring out where he had gone. I wasn't keen on lying near other naked men. I had been startled by his unannounced appearance. As a result, my ears were pricked up, listening all the time for another visitor or for the first guy's return. A few minutes later, I heard a bit of rustling behind me. I quickly sat up, reflexively grabbing my shorts and laying them across my exposed cock. Looking back over my shoulder, I was surprised to see the photographer stepping into my small clearing with the model in tow. As before, he was fully dressed and carrying two cameras around his neck. She was now wearing sandals and a light, waist-length fleece jacket, and nothing else. Her jacket was unzipped to a spot just below her breasts. Down below, she wore nothing, no shorts, no panties, nothing. Looking beyond the approaching photographer, I stared through my dark sunglasses as her bare, shaved pussy drew nearer and nearer. Meanwhile, the photographer came within five feet of me, stopped and said, "We were wondering if you could help us out." I shielded my eyes from the bright sun and looked up at him. "Uh, yeah, sure, what can I do?" "I'm taking pictures of Kara here for a couple of adult Web sites. As you probably noticed, we've been taking some outdoor photos here. Kara has expressed an interest in taking some more explicit shots that I can sell to other adult sites. She gets paid more for explicit shots than for the kinds we've been shooting so far today." I looked past the photographer at Kara. She was nodding along with her hands jammed in her jacket pockets. I noted she was standing with her legs shoulder-width apart, giving me a nice view of her shaved pussy lips straight up between her legs. "OK, what do you need from me?" I asked. "If you're willing, I'd like to use you in some shots with Kara," he replied. In response, I scrunched up my face indicating an immediate reluctance to appear in pornographic images that likely will be bouncing all over the internet in no time. After a brief pause, and sensing my trepidation, he quickly adapted and continued, "What I'd like to do is only include you in pictures from the chest down. If you're more comfortable covering your face with your t-shirt, or a hat, as insurance, that's no problem. Frankly, what I'm most interested in having Kara, uh...interacting with, is below your waist, anyway." When he finished his proposition, I looked away, shifting my gaze to the water rushing by in front of me....thinking. After a few seconds, I looked back up at him and said, "OK, I'll help out as long as I'm comfortable and that you will stick to your agreement not to include my face in the pictures or give out any information that might let someone know that it's me in the pictures." He readily agreed and turned to head back down the path saying over his shoulder, "I'm going to get a blanket and the rest of our stuff. Be right back," leaving Kara and I alone. He yelled back, "Hey, what's your name?" I lied and said, "Steve." I was suddenly a bit self-conscious, laying there naked, except for a pair of running shorts covering my pubic area and the modified pair of white women's g-string panties I was wearing. She too seemed a bit uncomfortable, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "You do a lot of this kind of modeling?" I asked, looking up at her, trying hard not to let my gaze drift back down to her shaved pussy lips in full view just below the bottom edge of her jacket. "I've done some arty nude stuff before," Kara replied, "but I've never shot nude pictures outside, or erotic photographs with another person. I like this photographer and I think I trust him." I nodded as if I had any clue about the world of nude modeling or trustworthy photographers. "How about you?" she asked with a smile. "Ever been naked in front of a camera?" I laughed. "This will be a first," I said. "Heck, before today, I had never been totally naked in front of a stranger." This statement seemed to surprise her. "Really? I figured that since you were here and undressed so uninhibitedly that you were a regular nude sunbather." I explained to her about my long run and my decision to stop on a whim for a little all-over sunbathing. I went to explain how surprised I was to see her and the photographer, which I assumed at first to be her boyfriend, appearing out of nowhere across the creek from me. She got a kick out of my presumption that the photographer was her boyfriend. We continued chatting amiably for another minute or so, which permitted me to forget for a moment that I was sitting nearly naked outdoors in front of an attractive woman I did not know waiting for a photographer to take pictures of her and me in some sorts of erotic poses. I enjoyed talking with her. She seemed unpretentious, outgoing and light-hearted. I figured she must still be wondering about me. After all, I had been nude sunbathing in a semi-public place and was wearing a totally revealing pair of white women's panties. Nonetheless, she never comment on my odd apparel choice or seemed uncomfortable with our shared nudity. Me, on the other hand, I was rather anxious. My anxiety hit a new level when the photographer reappeared on the trail headed toward us. He was carrying a blanket in his arms and had two backpacks slung over his shoulders. His cameras lightly clattered together as he stepped over some rocks to enter the small clearing with Kara and I. "OK, let's get started," the photographer said. "We need to finish the shoot before the sun is no longer overhead. If we don't get moving, the sun will dip below the rim of the canyon and we'll be out of luck." "Steve," he said pointing at me, "put on your t-shirt and shorts and come over here behind me. Kara, take off your jacket and lay down here on this blanket." I stood up, turning my back to Kara as she slipped off her jacket, and stepped into my shorts and pulled on my t-shirt and yanked my baseball cap low over my eyes, determined to hide as much of my face as possible. Now dressed, I turned around and nearly walked into the fully nude Kara, turning my shoulder to step past her. Now standing behind the photographer, I watched as the nude Kara took the blanket from the photographer, laid it down on the ground and lay down upon it. Her feet were pointed toward the creek and her head toward the path I and the photographer were standing on. "OK, here's the situation," the photographer said. "Kara here is nude sunbathing. You come down the trail and spy her. Unbeknownst to her, you watch her for a while. Then, you strip down and enter the clearing prepared to pretend you didn't see her." My first thought, after hearing his proposed storyline, was how closely his idea resembled my own fantasy. Thinking that, I looked down on the naked Kara who at that moment was enticingly scratching the side of one of her bare breasts. Very hot. With me behind him, the photographer began taking what he called "establishing shots." As he snapped pictures of Kara lying naked in the sun, he explained these pictures would be the first of the series, setting the scene for my unexpected entry. Once he got pictures of her from the vantage point of the path, looking down her body, and from the creek, looking over her feet, he tapped me on the arm and said, "Come with me." Together we walked down the path away from the clearing. Once we got to a point where we could just barely see Kara, he told me to stop, turn and face Kara down the path. He stepped behind me and instructed me to stand on the path as if I were walking down it. Behind me, I began hearing the sounds of pictures being taken, "click, click, click." He then had me move closer, to within about 10 yards of the clearing, where he took even more pictures. I presumed the pictures would show me in the foreground and Kara in the background, suggesting I was sneaking up on her. "OK, now take off your shirt first, then the shorts," the photographer ordered. "What about these," I asked pulling the white g-string panties above the waist band of my shorts." "I like them. Unusual. Unexpected. Leave them on," he replied. I did as he instructed. I pulled off my shirt and stepped out of my shorts, the camera clicking frequently all the while behind me. Standing there now in just the g-string, I awaited my next instruction. My cock was blessedly behaving, not getting hard. Without being asked, I squatted down and peered into the clearing at Kara. "Perfect, hold it right there," he said. Click. Click. Click. "OK, now walk into the clearing to about five feet of Kara," he said. I did as he asked. "Kara, sit up on one elbow, turn your head toward him and give me a look of surprise. Wait, turn more, I want to see your left breast. There. Hold it." Click. Click. "Good." "Now, Kara, rise up on your knees facing him. Cover your breasts with one arm and your crotch with splayed fingers of your other hand. More looks of surprise. Good! OK, now drop your hands to your side and give me a little smile. Good. Steve, she was surprised by your presence, but now she's curious. Walk up to her and stand about a foot from her." I stepped up to a spot directly in front of her, my hardening cock just a foot from her face. I looked down at her. Still on her knees, she looked up at my face as the camera clicked and then straight ahead, directly at my cock. Watching her look right at my bare cock send a wave of excitement through my body and my cock became fully hard. I looked over my shoulder at the photographer and apologized for my uncontrollable reaction. "No problem. That's what we want to happen!" he said excitedly. The photographer now came up, camera in hand, and positioned himself aside Kara and I. Pointing his camera at the empty space between us, right at waist level, he said, "Steve, take a half step forward." My erect cock, now only six inches from Kara's face, must have fully entered his camera frame. "Kara, reach up and grasp a hold of him." As her soft hand wrapped around my hard cock, an involuntary intake of breath seemed to reverberate through my chest. "OK, just hold it there. Perfect. Use your other hand to cup his balls." She reached up and gently covered my shaved balls with her left hand. She sat there on her knees holding my cock with one hand and my balls with the other while the photographer clicked away, moving in close and stepping back. I watched him closely to make sure he was shooting low enough so as not to get my face in the shots. Moving behind me, the photographer said, "Kara, put your hands on his hips and move your face in close to his crotch." Kara did as he asked and from behind I heard the camera clicking. He must have been getting pictures to make it look like she was sucking me off. "Now slip your fingers underneath the strings of his panties and then run your hands over his cheeks," the photographer said. From behind, he would have been taking pictures of my ass, with the white string running up between my ass cheeks, with Kara's hands touching me all over my ass. "Good. Got it," he said. "OK, let's change locations. Let's go over to that rock in the creek," he said pointing at a large flat rock about two feet out in the creek. Together, Kara and I walked to the creek, stepped in the water and waded to the rock, my cock bobbing up and down with each step. The photographer had me sit on the rock, legs spread with my feet dangling in the water. The warm rock felt great on my bare ass. "Now, Kara, step up between his legs," he said. Standing between my knees, Kara looked stunning. Her bare breasts, flat tummy and nearly totally shaved pussy were right in front of me. With her blocking my face from the camera, the photographer took a few pictures. "Now, get down on your knees in the water. I want to get some pictures of his cock in your mouth. OK?" "Fine with me," I chimed in a little too quickly. "It's okay with me too," she said looking up at me as the photographer moved into position. With the camera pointed at my cock, the photographer told Kara that the key to good shots was to assume positions and hold it while he captured it on film. "Motion doesn't work well for these kinds of still shots," he said. He went on to tell Kara what he wanted her to do. The next thing I knew, she had bent down and placed the tip of my hard cock against her pursed lips, sitting still for what seemed like an eternity. Once the camera stopped clicking, she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She held position with her lips tightly wrapped just below my cockhead. The photographer moved quickly around us, capturing the "action" from several angles. "Now go down as far as you can," he said. As all this was going on, I was leaning back on my elbows feeling somewhat incredulous that this was happening, and that I had agreed to willingly have my picture taken in these positions. Next thing I know, Kara was opening her mouth and carefully working as much of my length into her mouth as she could. With about half my erect cock in her mouth, she held position and let the photographer work his magic. After he got all the shots we wanted, Kara let my cock slip from her lips. Still intent on oral pictures, the photographer had me lay down on my back, my feet still in the water with Kara standing between my legs. As the photographer moved behind me, I pulled my cap down further to conceal my face. With the camera pointing down my body to my erect cock, which was laying flat on my stomach, he told Kara to nuzzle my genitals. Taking my cock again in her hand, she gently rubbed my dick against her cheek, kissed my balls and carefully placed her nose in the soft spot between my cockshaft and balls while she slipped a hand underneath my g-string strings. She paused long enough in each position to let the photographer get his shots. Having obtained what he wanted from our position on the rock, he directed us back to the blanket in the clearing. "Steve, lay down on the blanket on your back," he directed. I did as he asked, again pulling the cap low across my eyes and nose. "Kara, stand over him with a foot on either side of his shoulders." She walked over to me, swung a leg over and stood naked above me, facing my feet. Looking up, I was treated with a remarkable view up between her legs. Her shaved pussy was fully on display. Half listening as the photographer told Kara what he wanted, I intently looked straight up, scanning every nook and cranny of the area between her legs. I marveled at the gentle upsweep of flesh where her thighs met her ass cheeks. The skin around her pussy and up between her ass cheeks looked smooth and unblemished. Nary could a hair be seen, except from the narrow strip of pubic hair beginning at the top of her pussy. As I reveled in the view, I could feel my cock involuntarily bobbing as I contracted my pubococcygeus muscle. I was shaken out of my voyeuristic stupor when the voice of the photographer intruded. "Steve! Steve! Hellllllooo?" I shifted my gaze from between Kara's legs to the photographer now standing at my feet. "Sorry," I stammered. "Kara's going to squat down over you. I want you to put you to put the tip of your tongue just barely inside her," he said. Without waiting for my response he said, "Ok, Kara, I'm ready. Go ahead." The next thing I knew, Kara's shaved pussy was getting closer and closer to my face. My excitement was growing exponentially with every inch closer she got. In no time, my entire field of vision was blocked by her pussy and ass. All I could see was her most intimate of places, and I loved the view. She stopped, and held position with her pussy about half an inch from my face. "OK, Steve, put your tongue inside her." I did as I was told, not that I needed a whole lot of prodding. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and positioned it between her pussy lips, just a little bit inside her. I was pleased to see and feel with my tongue that her pussy was wet. I had noticed her being moist before, but was unsure whether it was from being in the creek. With my tongue between her shaved pussy lips, I was immediately certain that she too was turned on by what was happening. It was all I could do not to raise up and work my tongue all over her clit and inside her pussy. Meanwhile, the camera clicked away. "Now, Steve, lift your head a bit and put your tongue all the way inside her and press your face up against her," the photographer directed. He didn't have to ask twice. I lifted my head a bit and let her pussy cover my nose and mouth, immediately coating me with her wetness. My tongue now was inside her as far as it could go. I heard her let out a soft coo followed by a couple of deep breaths. Taking this as a cue that she was enjoying what was happening, I began moving my tongue around inside her, trying to focus some attention on her clit without moving too much. I didn't want to hear the photographer complain about my movements ruining his shot. She tasted wonderful. My licking clearly was having an effect on her as she began subtly swaying back and forth, still squatting above me with a foot planted on either side of my head. At one point, she had to reach down and steady herself by putting two hands on my stomach. Her touch caused me to flinch with pleasure. I must have had my tongue inside her for a good minute and a half before the photographer interrupted my erotic tongue lashing. "Great you guys. I got what I needed. Now let's see, what's next," he said, totally oblivious to the sheer sexual excitement into which he had thrown a verbal wrench. As soon as he spoke, Kara stood up from her squatting position and stepped over to stand next to me. Now lying alone on the ground, nude except for the g-string, my face covered in a strange woman's pussy juices, I suddenly felt a little, well, exposed. I got up and stood self-consciously, my erect cock sticking straight out, next to the naked Kara. "OK, there are two more shots I want," the photographer said. "Kara, come over here to this log." He picked up the blanket we were just laying on and put it over the large cottonwood tree log lying parallel to the creek. "I want you to stand her, bend over at the waist with your hands here." Kara obediently assumed the position he had described. She was standing next to the log leaning on her arms with her ass in the air and her legs spread shoulder-width apart. I stepped behind the photographer who was about 10 feet behind Kara seemingly planning his next shot. I was again lost in the visual moment, staring at Kara from behind as she was bent over the log, her nice ass in my immediate and direct line of sight. The photographer, having figured out the picture he wanted, grabbed my hand and positioned me about five feet from Kara. "Stand here," he said as he moved behind me. "Kara, look over your left shoulder, turn a little bit and use your right hand to beckon him to you." She slipped her right hand under her left arm, raised her index finger and wagged it as if saying, "Come here, you." I noticed how her right breast was compressed by her upper right arm as she carried out the photographer's direction. I also noticed how her left breast, dangling as a result of her bent-over position, moved slightly as she shifted her weight. There is nothing as sexy as seeing the subtle movement of natural breasts. An Outdoor Photo Session Interrupted Having gotten a few pictures with my naked backside in the foreground and the naked Kara beckoning me forward in the background, the photographer told us he wanted to get some pictures of my cock about to enter Kara. By now, any trepidation I had initially had abandoned me completely. I stepped up to Kara, my cock just an inch or two from her bent-over ass. "Kara, spread your feet a bit further apart so I can better see your private parts," the photographer said. I smiled at his use of the word "private parts." I mean, come on, what an odd time to use g-rated phraseology. With Kara appropriately exposed, he uttered the directions I was eagerly anticipating. "OK, now, Steve, step up and put the head of your, you know, just barely inside her, just like you did with your tongue." I stepped up between Kara's legs and, holding my shaft with my left hand, placed the head of my cock right at the entry of her pussy. I was so hard, though, that it wouldn't stay in place. It kept wanting to spring up. Kara reached down between her legs, grasped me and directed the head of my cock into her wet pussy and slipped it about half an inch inside. The photographer instructed me to lean back just a hair and to put my right hand on her right hip. He zoomed in on us from our left, moving within a foot or two to capture close-up pictures of my cock entering her. Just then, I heard some rustling in the woods around the path where we had entered the clearing we now occupied. I had become so focused on Kara and what was happening, I had nearly forgotten about the fact that others routinely used this area for nude sunbathing and hiking. With my cock still a little inside her, Kara, the photographer and I both looked down the path just in time to see a middle-aged couple stop dead in their tracks. "Oh my God," I heard the female member of the couple say. "We're so sorry to interrupt," said the man, grabbing his partner's hand, turning to leave. "That's OK," the photographer hollered to their backs. "It's a public land." With everyone distracted by the intruders, I took the opportunity to lean a bit into Kara, allowing my cock to slide about half-way inside her. "Mmmmmmmm," she said. Hearing her, I glanced back at the photographer, who seemed not to have heard Kara's lovely sound, and then back toward the couple. I had expected them to be out of sight by now, but they had stopped after just a few steps. The man was whispering semi-excitedly in the woman's direction. They then turned around together, holding hands. They stepped up to the edge of the clearing and the man said, "Right. Public land." They sat down on another log. This 30-something couple was going to sit there and watch our little photography session. I couldn't believe it. Here I was, in the woods, in public, standing naked wearing a pair of modified women's g-string panties with my cock in the shaved pussy of an attractive naked woman stranger that was bent over a log while a portly photographer snapped picture after picture of us, all the while being watched by a strange couple from God knows where. What a day. Thinking about what I was experiencing caused me again to clench my butt muscles, causing my cock to swell and move inside Kara. She gently moved her ass side-to-side, moving me around insider her. I took this as a cue and leaned further into her, taking a slight step forward, and slid my cock all the way inside her. My pubic bone was now up against her ass. I put my other hand on her left hip and just held still, my cock buried to its hilt in her wet pussy, waiting for further direction from the photographer, who was still dumbfounded by the couple's presence. Turning his attention back to us, he said, "Whoa, hold on. Steve, back out to about half way inside." He took a few more pictures from close range. "Now, slide all the way insider her. Good. Now put a hand on either buttock and push them apart to give me a better view of you inside her." I did, as always, as he asked. As I pushed her ass cheeks apart, I looked down and gazed at my hard cock emerging from her tight, wet pussy. I also took notice of her now totally exposed asshole. Without being asked to, I placed my right thumb on her puckered hole. "Ooooh, good. I like that. Hold it right there," the photographer said. Click. Click. Click. "OK, that's good. One more scene and, I think, we're done," the photographer said. Kara pushed herself up from the bent over position and half stood, my cock still in her pussy. She looked over her left shoulder at me and smiled a very sexy smile. Without a word, I very slowly withdrew my cock, watching her face as I did so. As it slowly slid out of her, she half closed her eyes, slightly opened her mouth and took in a deep breath that caused her breasts to rise and fall. Once I was completely out of her, she turned to face me and looked down at my glistening cock. She then looked up at my face and smiled as she stepped toward the photographer who was turning in slow circles figuring out what he wanted next. I was now standing alone, waiting to be told what to do. I glanced over at the couple, who were eagerly watching our little production, shifting their gaze from me to Kara, me to Kara, me to Kara.... On a sexually-charged, exhibitionistic whim, I walked up to the couple with my erect cock, still glistening with Kara's juices, leading the way. Standing about five feet in front of them, my cock totally exposed. I, nonchalantly as possible, said, "What are you guys up to today?" I really didn't care what they had to say, in fact, I can't even remember what their reply was. I just wanted to stand naked in front of this reasonably attractive, fully-dressed woman. While the man answered, I reached down and slowly stroked my erect cock a good five or six times. When he finished his response, I turned around and walked bare-assed back toward Kara and the photographer just as he was telling Kara where he wanted her. As I rejoined the photographer and Kara, the photographer had again spread the blanket out on the ground. Once he had the blanket lying flat and smooth, Kara walked to the middle of the blanket, sunk down to her knees, facing the creek, and looked up at us. She then bent over, put her hands flat on the blanket and assumed a doggy-style position, ass in the air and pointed straight at the observing couple sitting on a log at the edge of the small clearing. The photographer began circling her, snapping pictures and ordering me and the couple to move here and there to ensure we weren't in the pictures. As he took pictures, Kara alternately tossed her hair, lifted her head, rocked her hips back, clutched her bare breasts and reached back between her legs for the camera. Next, the photographer positioned me a few steps behind Kara and took some pictures with me, again, in the foreground approaching Kara, and her nude in the background on hands and knees, apparently waiting for me. He had me slip off my g-string and step out of it, clicking the camera's shutter all the while. Once he finished these series of pictures, the photographer ordered me to approach Kara and drop to my knees behind her, as he took a few more shots. On my knees behind her, I looked down at her bare ass, the folds of her slightly swollen, shaved pussy lips just peeking out below the gentle downward curve of her ass cheeks as the photographer fumbled for something in his backpack. Having found what he was looking for, he marched over to me and handed me a small tube of lubricant. "I want you to hold the lube up about a foot from Kara's backside and squeeze out some lube and let it slowly drip between her butt cheeks," he said. "Then, I want you to spread it around her anus. Then, you'll put the head of your penis right on her anus and hold it there, spreading her cheeks at the same time." I looked quizzically at him. "Kara and I talked about this and she's comfortable with it. Right, Kara?" he said. She cooed back in a cheery voice, "Yes, I'm fine with this!" As the photographer found his optimal shooting spot, I squeezed some lube into my right hand and coated my cock with the slippery stuff. As I did so, I glanced back at the couple sitting on the log. They were still, unbelievably, watching intently. With the photographer in position, I used my right hand to push one ass cheek aside, held the lube up with my left hand and squeezed out a long, thick strand of the clear lube. I watched it from beneath the bill of my low-slung cap and through my dark glasses as it dribbled into her ass crack and began to run enticingly down between her ass cheeks. I then tossed the lube aside and placed my left hand on her tailbone, my long fingers pointed up her back. I maneuvered my left thumb down and gently covered her anus with it. I applied some mild pressure and moved it all around Kara's most intimate of places, slipping the end of my thumb inside her and coating her inside and out with the slippery lubricant. With encouragement from the constantly clicking cameraman, I grasped my hard cock shaft with my right hand and scooted up between Kara's feet. I moved in close and put my left hand on her left hip to steady myself. This hand placement was met with a hiss from the photographer as I was obstructing his view of Kara's ass and my erect cock. I removed my hand and placed it behind my back, still holding my cock with my right hand. Now well positioned, I lifted my cock up, letting my cockhead brush slowly across Kara's wet pussy lips. With my cock now pointing straight up, I released it and leaned against Kara's bare butt. The photographer stood up and I grabbed Kara's hips and pulled myself against her. My cock was now snuggled nicely between her ass cheeks. I rocked back and forth, letting my cock slide effortlessly against the smooth skin of her ass. I then leaned back a bit, putting several inches between us. I grabbed my cock again, this time with my left hand, and placed my cockhead against her anus and held it there. The photographer, standing above us, leaned in for several close-up shots. I was so turned on. I simply was out of my mind! "OK, put it inside her," he said. I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows, as if to say, "Are you serious?" He just nodded, seeming to say, "Of course!" I leaned a bit into Kara, applying a little pressure against her anus with my cock. Kara took a deep breath, her shoulders rising a bit, before exhaling and relaxing. At the end of her exhalation, I applied a bit more pressure. Looking straight down at my cock between her ass cheeks, I could see her anus begin to slowly open as I pushed myself inside her. First the very tip of my dick disappeared, just a quarter inch or so. I held still to let her slowly get used to me entering her. "Good, good!" the photographer intoned. Kara took another deep breath and exhaled. I pushed a little harder and watched as the entire head of my cock slowly slid inside her. Again, I held position for the photographer to do his business. Click. Click. Click. With my hands low on her hips, I leaned more into her, pushing my cock about halfway inside her, then sliding it back out to a point where my cockhead was up against her sphincter muscle. I held it there for a moment before sliding my cock back inside her, this time going about three-quarters of the way in. Again, I withdrew to the same place before pushing back inside her. This time, I slid my cock in as far as I could, moving slowly, yet deliberately until I felt enough resistance that I knew I should not push any harder or further. I held it there, looking down and seeing all but, maybe, an inch of my cock buried in Kara's shapely ass. I stared at this sight for a good 20 seconds, noting the glistening lube on her ass cheeks on either side of her anus. I then began slowly sliding in and out of her ass, moving about four inches in and out with each stroke. Kara began to sway easily with me, slightly forwards, slightly backwards. At one point, she reached up between her legs and must have been playing with her pussy. She occasionally would brush a finger across my dangling balls. After 10 or so strokes, I was about to cum, and I wanted to cum so badly! Just then, the photographer intruded, "OK that should do it for me. You guys were great!" At the sound of his voice, I stopped fucking Kara in the ass. Kara and I both looked up at him, the moment spoiled. I placed my hands higher on her hips, leaned back and slowly withdrew my cock from her ass. I so vividly remember the incredibly erotic feeling when the edges of my cockhead popped past the muscles that guarded the opening to her anus. With my cock out of her, I leaned back on my heels and took another look at her ass, still fully on display with Kara on her hands and knees. As I gazed, she dropped down on her forearms, which caused her ass to move higher in the air and her cheeks to spread just a bit more. I looked at the small hole where my cock had just been. The area was moist with lube, a little sweat and, perhaps, some of my precum. Wow, what a sight. Kara then rose up, turned around and sat on her butt, her legs spread on either side of me. Still on my knees, my cock was right at her face-height. "That was amazing," she said. "You were so gentle. Those slow strokes inside me felt amazing. I really need, I think, to have an orgasm. And, I imagine you do to." Hearing this, the photographer stopped putting his camera equipment away and turned back toward us, camera in hand. "Lay back," I said. She did as I said, her legs still spread around me. I looked over my shoulder at the couple. "Come closer if you want to watch." As the couple stood and sheepishly crept over, I lay down on my stomach, turned my hat around and moved in to lick Kara between her legs. I quickly forgot about the couple, who now were standing right at the edge of the blanket. I opened my mouth and placed the flat of my tongue across Kara's pubic bone, covering her clit and most of the upper portion of her wet pussy lips. I then nuzzled into her pussy and began alternately licking her lips, flicking her clit and probing as deep inside her with my tongue as I could. I then focused exclusively on rapidly flicking my tongue across her clit. As I did this, she reached down and put her hands on either side of my head, holding me in place and applying some downward force, pushing my face into her. In no time, she was on the edge of cumming. Her breath quickened, she arched her back a little and squeezed her thighs against my shoulders. She took a series of short, shallow breaths and let out a soft series of "ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ah..... " The last "ahhhh" caught in her throat as she came, briefly holding her breath before letting out a long, long sigh. As her orgasm subsided, her arms went up and flopped down above her head as all her muscles relaxed. "Oh my God. That was incredible," she said. I sat up on my elbows, my nose, mouth, chin and edges of my cheeks shiny with her wetness. I looked up at her and smiled. "Mmmmmm," I said. I liked that." I got up from my stomach and sat down on my bare ass, Indian style. I looked up at the couple. The man now was standing behind the woman, his arms encircling her with his hands on her breasts outside her shirt. Kara sat up too, on her knees in front of me. I reached out and gently fondled her breasts. "Nice," I said. She gently grabbed my ankles and spread my legs and nestled in between them. "Now, you lay back," she said smiling. I turned my cap back around and pulled it again low over my eyes. As I lay back on the blanket, looking up at the man fondling his partner's breasts, Kara reached for the lube, picked it up and squeezed a glob into her right hand. Next, Kara grasped my still hard cock and slowly slid her hand up and down my shaft and coating my shaved balls with the lube. "I hope my hand is OK with you," she cooed. I just nodded and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, Kara's left hand was gently holding my balls, moving them around just a bit as her right hand quickened the pace, sliding up and down my erect cock as the couple looked on and the photographer took pictures over Kara's left shoulder. The moment she began her handjob, I knew instantly that it would not take long to make me cum. With my cock in her hand, I slipped my hands under my buttocks, lay back and reveled in the pleasure Kara's hand was bringing to me. After just 15 seconds or so of the handjob, I could feel the pressure building inside me. In the throes of ecstasy, I opened my eyes and looked up at the couple standing over me. They both were staring right at my crotch, watching each stroke of Kara's hand on my exposed, erect cock. In no time, I was ready to let go. Kara's firm grip and perfect pace – not to fast, not too slow – permitted me no chance of prolonging the pleasure. With every muscle below my waist tightening in anticipation of cumming, I closed my eyes and focused my concentration on Kara's hand, tuning out the photographer taking pictures and the voyeuristic couple gazing forth. I soon was past the point of return, my orgasm began. I held it back as much as I could, suddenly releasing and opening my eyes just in time to see the first white rope of cum shoot into the air, some of which literally landed on the blanket next to my face. Several more loads of cum landed and pooled on my stomach and dripped down Kara's right hand. With a lightened grip, Kara slowed her hand movements as I came. After the four or five bursts of cum, Kara just held my cock, tightening her grip a bit. Once I relaxed and opened my eyes again, I looked down at her hand, still holding me at the base of my softening cock. She slowly slid her hand once more up the length of me, squeezing out the last drops of cum, which ran down my cockhead into the crux between her thumb and forefinger. Still sitting between my legs, Kara released me, sat up on her knees and put her hands on the underside of her breasts, lifted them and squeezed them together before releasing them and putting her hands on her upper thighs. I noticed a few tracks of glistening cum marks on her right breast where her right hand had just been. As she prepared to stand up, Kara looked down at me from her kneeling position and smiled. I tried to think of something appropriate or relevant to say. Nothing came to mind. She stood and went in search of clothing. I followed suit. As I located my shorts, and began to step into them, I watched the voyeur couple walk out of the clearing without a word. I hoped they enjoyed the show as much as I enjoyed them watching. As I put on my shorts and t-shirt, I watched Kara step into her panties, a pair of black thong underwear. There is something so sexy about an attractive woman pulling on a pair of sexy underwear. The way they bend down and pull them up over their thighs and slightly move their hips side to side as they get the panties into perfect position, a welcome capstone on a remarkable afternoon. "Thanks a lot you guys," the photographer said as he gathered his gear together. "I think I got a lot of great shots. If you want copies of some of them, give me your e-mail address," he said looking at me and holding a pen and pad of paper. I jotted down my e-mail address and inexplicably thanked him. He just nodded and turned around to face Kara and helped her gather up all her stuff. As they tended to their belongings, I looked over at Kara and said, "Well, thanks for everything, it was great meeting you. He's got my e-mail address if you ever need anything like this again, or if you want to get together sometime." She smiled a rather sly smile and thanked me saying she would be in touch. I began walking out of the clearing and back toward the running path, which would take me back down the canyon and back to work. How could I go back and sit at my desk, I wondered to myself.