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Rock
by Deirdre (1995)

***

A little exhibitionism in the great out of doors. (MF, 
exh)

***

We hadn't run into a single person, which surprised me a 
little. It was a good trail for a little hike even if it 
did lead away from the waterfall and the creek. The 
trail wasn't too hard, but there were enough hills and 
ravines to keep the walk interesting.

"It sure is deserted," came Jeff's voice -- his thoughts 
must have been echoing mine. "People don't know what 
they're missing."

"There weren't that many people around and everyone 
seems to like to hang out around the waterfall," I 
offered.

"Hey, I've got an idea," he returned, and in a voice 
that raised an alarm in my head. But he didn't continue.

"Yes?"

He looked up and down the path, then came up close to 
me, and in a low voice said "Take off your clothes!"

I laughed. "One track mind!" I answered.

He grinned in response, but only briefly. "No! Let's do 
it! Take them off!"

"Honey!" It was dangerously close to a whine.

Jeff didn't answer immediately, but looked away, out in 
the woods. Then he turned around and came up to me. He 
looked very serious. He leaned over and whispered, "I 
love you."

I felt myself smile. I couldn't help it, I suppose. I 
have a weakness for those words when Jeff says them. He 
was backing away from me again but I caught his neck and 
kissed him. We must have stood there kissing for a 
minute or more.

He put his lips to my ear again: "Take your clothes 
off." It was just a whisper, but I tried to make out the 
expression in his voice. Was it a loving request? A 
command? Which did I *want* to hear?

We backed up from each other until we were holding each 
other at arm's length. I looked at his face and he 
looked so serious. He dropped his arms and backed up a 
couple more feet, then stood there looking at me, his 
legs slightly apart and his arms crossed.

I glanced up and down the trail. Still no one. I looked 
back at Jeff. Still that determined expression. I 
started unbuttoning my shirt. His face seemed to relax 
just a little and he gave me an almost imperceptible 
nod. I'd paused after unbuttoning about three buttons, 
but started again, more slowly.

I didn't know how much of this I was actually going to 
do. I got the shirt unbuttoned and pulled it off. I 
stood there looking at him again, standing there in my 
jeans and bra. He didn't move a muscle except that he 
raised his chin just a tiny bit. I looked up and down 
the trail again--still not a soul in sight. I reached 
back and unhooked my bra. I stood there, my arms 
dangling, my bra dangling from my right hand, still 
facing him.

I wanted to do something to change the mood. I smiled 
and then touched my own nipple, watching him for a 
reaction. His expression didn't change for a second. 
"All of them," he finally said.

My shoes. I got down and untied them and took them off. 
I worried about my socks. Should I stand there in socks 
after taking the rest of my clothes off? Silly of me. I 
realized I was thinking about actually doing it--getting 
completely naked out on this trail. I pulled off the 
socks.

I stood up and undid my jeans. Again I looked around: 
nobody. I slid them down and stepped out of them. I 
stood there looking at him, standing in my underpants. 
It was only a little bit of clothes, but I felt very 
reluctant to part with them. He still stood there 
looking at me. He seemed so stern--I didn't remember him 
acting this way before. I slipped down the underpants 
and stepped out of them.

He smiled just a little. "Good," he said, quietly. Then 
he went on:

"Gather your clothes, roll them up in your jeans, and 
give them to me." I still didn't say a word. I just 
looked around, gathered them, and rolled them up in a 
neat little bundle. I stepped forward and gave them to 
Jeff. Something made me stay back from him and hold them 
out at arm's length. He took them and tucked them under 
his arm, still looking at me. I backed up and stood 
where I had been, about six feet in front of him. He 
turned and looked around, then walked over to a tree and 
reached up, putting the bundle of clothes on top of a 
branch where it met the trunk. It was way out of my 
reach.

Then he turned again, now smiling. It wasn't the 
friendly smile I was used to. I wondered when he 
normally used this smile: it frightened me. He walked up 
to me and picked me up. Over his shoulder, holding on to 
my legs.

Believe me, this was beyond anything I could imagine us 
ever doing. I didn't make a sound though--I guess it was 
some irrational fear that someone might hear. He walked 
down the trail and then set me down--on a huge rock. 
He'd put me right on the ede and in an instant, he was 
down on his knees between my legs, licking.

I didn't realize how excited I was. In an instant I 
couldn't get enough; I just wanted him to keep licking 
forever. My feet dangled onto his back and I leaned 
back, supported by my straight arms behind me. I really 
felt out of control. I didn't want anything in the world 
except for Jeff to keep licking. And he did.

But something caught my eye. I looked back along the 
trail and realized I was looking at two girls who had 
come up behind us. They were standing maybe one hundred 
feet down the trail, not moving, looking in our 
direction.

But I didn't do anything. I couldn't. 

After I realized I'd seen them, I still couldn't break 
away from what Jeff was doing to me. A part of me--a 
little corner of my mind -- couldn't believe I could 
just keep on like this. But something about It -- it 
seemed to drive me wilder. I'd heard of people who were 
turned on by the idea of discovery, but I never would 
have believed that could be me.

It was mind-blowing. I'm sure they could hear me gasping 
for breath as I came and came. Jeff didn't stop--at 
least not right away. I couldn't believe how long my 
body kept shuddering like that.

Finally I had a grip on myself. I was back, leaning on 
my elbows. Jeff had stood up and was looking at me. 
"Honey, there's two girls over there," I said quietly.

Jeff glanced at them and then looked back down at me. 
"Wave them over here," he said. He still looked at me. I 
couldn't believe he'd ask me to do that. I looked over 
at the two girls again. I guessed that they were in 
college, but I couldn't be sure. 

They were in jeans and sweatshirts. They looked like 
they might be sisters: both were small and slender and 
had short, dark curly hair. I lifted the arm nearer them 
and made a motion for them to come. They looked at each 
other briefly, then started coming forward. I'd done it. 
Now I couldn't believe that *I* had actually done such a 
thing.

Jeff was unzipping his pants. He pulled out his cock and 
started rubbing it on me. Some irrational thought 
worried about the girls again, as if they hadn't seen so 
much all ready. They were approaching and stopped about 
five feet away. Jeff looked at them. "Take her hands," 
he said. 

I looked back at him, not believing he'd said that. The 
girls approached and one went around to the other side 
of the rock. They took my wrists and I lowered myself to 
lying back on the rock. "Hold them out," Jeff went on. 
Then I was lying, with one girl holding each wrist, 
holding my arms straight out.

He stopped rubbing his cock up and down against me. I 
felt him put it in place, then he pushed in. I held my 
head up to see him doing it, but I immediately lay back, 
ending up staring at the trees and the bit of sky 
visible between the branches. I looked over to my right 
-- the girl was still holding my wrist, stretching my 
arm straight. I looked back up.

He kept pushing in. I like that feeling inside me; it 
drives me wild. I couldn't get enough. He kept pushing 
and pushing, in and out. I felt him pull too far out 
sometimes, but it went back in so easily. The sensations 
were incredible.

They just kept holding me like that and Jeff just kept 
going. I *needed* him to go faster. I started talking to 
him, not caring about the girls, trying to encourage 
him. I wanted to come so badly--I couldn't wait--if he'd 
only take me all the way. Once when he pulled too far 
out, he paused and rubbed his cock up and down against 
me before pushing back in. I almost went crazy.

I don't know when I ever came like that. It was too much 
-- I'm almost glad I don't come like that every time. I 
just lay there, still staring up at the trees and little 
patches of sky. I realized the girls had finally given 
me back my hands. I got up on my elbows and looked 
around and they were gone. Jeff lifted me back up on my 
feet and went back to where he'd put my clothes. Finally 
I got dressed and we got started walking again.

After a little while, we briefly glimpsed the two girls 
ahead of us. "Want to catch up with them?" asked Jeff. I 
wasn't sure. "Come on," said Jeff, picking up the pace, 
pulling me by the hand. I still wasn't sure, there was a 
part of me that wanted to crawl in a hole, but another 
part of me wanted to do it.

After a couple minutes of fast walking, we were finally 
thirty feet or so behind them. "Wait up!" It was *me* 
who said it! They turned around and looked at us. "Hi, 
how are you doing?" I asked as we approached. Yes, I'm 
more social than Jeff, but I was still surprised at 
myself, feeling like I was running on automatic pilot.

Their names were Anita and Jess, probably for Jessica. 
We walked along with them and they told us they were 
from the nearby state school. I hadn't gone there, but 
some of my high-school friends had and I'd seen the 
campus. Yes, they were sisters. 

I fell into conversation with Anita, who was very 
friendly, and Jeff and Jess were walking ahead. They 
weren't walking together, exactly, but somehow they 
seemed more the hikers while Anita and I seemed to 
stroll along, talking about anything and everything. We 
walked on for a while, then Jeff stopped and let us 
catch up. He took me aside, and said to me in a low 
voice, "Why don't you take off your clothes and walk 
naked for a while?"

"No! Are you crazy?" I hissed at him.

"Well, they saw you before," he answered, his voice 
still low.

"But... *now* it would be humiliating!"

"Well, wasn't..." But he didn't finish his thought. He 
appeared to give up on the idea and suggested we walk 
on.

I fell in with Anita again. Jess and Jeff still walked 
ahead, still not together. "What did he want?" asked 
Anita in a low voice. I silently cursed Jeff for getting 
me into this position.

But I gave in. "He wanted me to hike naked. Give him an 
inch..." I kept my voice low enough that the others 
wouldn't hear.

Anita giggled a little. "Well, you must admit, there 
isn't a lot more of you that we could see," she said, 
brightly.

"Listen, believe it or not, that wasn't *me*. We've 
*never*..."

"OK, I believe you," she answered. Then she started 
talking about something else, much to my relief. We 
walked some more. It was a twelve-mile trail and we knew 
it would be quite some time before we reached the 
waterfall area again. We walked on and talked some more. 
I noticed that Jess and Jeff finally paired off and were 
talking too. I had a little tinge of doubt about it, 
Jess being so young and attractive and all, but 
dismissed it as not worth getting into a fuss over.

"You could just take off your shirt for a while," Anita 
was saying. I started, wondering how the conversation 
had drifted back into this area while I was thinking 
about Jeff and Jess. "It would give your husband a 
thrill," she went on. I didn't say anything and she 
continued once again: "Admit it, you thought that was 
exciting back there, and you'd love to relive some of 
that excitement".

"Why do *you* want me to do this?" I returned. She 
didn't answer, but just grinned at me when I looked at 
her. She seemed so nice, and oddly enough, there was a 
sort of *innocence* about the whole thing that it is 
hard for me to express.

I started unbuttoning my shirt as we walked. "Yes!" I 
heard her half-whispered reaction. I looked at her and 
realized I was grinning too much and continued 
unbuttoning. Then I got it off and was walking in my 
bra.

"Give it to me," she said. I handed her the shirt. "Go 
ahead," she responded. I reached back, unhooked my bra, 
and slipped it off. She held her hand for me to put it 
in and I complied. She bundled the shirt and bra in a 
roll and held it under her arm. We just walked silently 
for a little while, then she offered a comment and we 
started talking again. Naturally, a part of me continued 
wondering when Jeff would notice, but soon I was 
absorbed in talking to Anita again.

But of course, soon it happened. I'd been watching Jeff 
even though my mind was elsewhere, and when I realized 
he'd turned around and stopped, I could still picture 
the moment he'd noticed. Anita and I stopped before we 
reached them. Jess had stopped and turned too, just a 
step or two beyond Jeff. I tried to keep a grin off my 
face. He started walking back to us and Jess followed. 
The four of us ended up in a little circle, a little 
closer together than I suppose we'd normally be. They 
were all looking at my chest.

No one said a thing. Finally, Jeff reached up to touch 
one of my nipples. I guess I should have expected 
*something* to happen, but somehow I wasn't prepared for 
this. When he touches my nipples, I always respond, and 
I realized immediately that I had to stop this right 
away or I'd probably be beyond my own control in a 
minute. 

After just a few seconds, I took hold of his wrist and 
pushed it back to him. He stared at me just a second, 
then said "Well, we'd better keep going," and pulled out 
of the circle. When we'd started walking, he fell in 
beside me and whispered in my ear: "Interesting!" and 
kissed my cheek. Then he and Jess led the way again and 
soon were a little ways up ahead.

"OK, give me my clothes," I said to Anita when Jeff and 
Jess weren't close enough to hear me. She didn't do it, 
but just smiled a little.

"You're very sensitive, aren't you?" offered Anita. I 
realized she meant my nipples. I had a sinking feeling I 
shouldn't have done this despite what Jeff and I'd done 
in front of them before.

"I guess so."

"Why don't you touch yourself...  a little?" 

I glanced at her. She was looking right into my eyes, 
expectantly.

I must have done it before thinking. I touched my right 
nipple with the fingers of my right hand. I was looking 
at her and her eyes were still locked on mine. She 
didn't glance at my chest even for a second. Then I 
realized what I was doing and took my hand away. She 
smiled at me and then looked ahead again as we walked. 
We walked in silence for a little while before she 
started talking again.

"Can you give me back my shirt?" I finally said.

She smiled at me. "No; you keep walking like that." And 
she went on as if nothing weird were happening.

I did seem to forget about my state once in a while, but 
of course my mind kept coming back to it. She wouldn't 
give me my shirt. The two in front of us glanced back at 
us occasionally. I guess they would have done that in 
any case, but I was just sure they were checking *me* 
out. I felt like a slave with three owners. And I guess 
deep down, a part of me is rather wild, because I kind-
of liked it.

Anita didn't say any more about it--she just walked on, 
talking about other things. Well, we did talk a little 
about her social life and she told me she hoped to 
eventually hook up with a man who was into crazy things 
like Jeff and me. I assured her again that this was my 
only experience anything like this at all. She appeared 
to accept that, but I still worried about whether she 
actually believed me. I don't know why I should have 
worried about it.

Finally Jeff and Jess stopped up ahead of us and turned 
around and waved. Jeff yelled "Civilization!" Anita and 
I immediately stopped and she gave me back my clothes. I 
quickly put on the shirt and stuffed the bra in my jeans 
pocket.

Jeff and Jess were standing together up ahead, talking 
to each other. They looked kind of close. Anita told me 
she had something that I ought to have and she showed me 
a picture of me and Jeff on the rock! "I was going to 
keep it, but now I think you should have it," she 
explained.

"What were you going to do? Show it to your friends to 
prove you really did meet up with a crazy couple?"

"No... *really*, I wasn't. I just wanted to remember..."

I looked at her. She really was such a sweet person. 
"Keep it," I said, finally, not believing I was saying 
this. "Show it to that husband you find in the future 
who you want to do crazy things with." She took it back 
and beamed at me. And she leaned over and kissed me on 
the cheek.

I looked ahead again, in time to see Jess kiss Jeff. It 
was on the mouth, but it was only a peck. I felt my 
heart in my throat for a second, then decided it wasn't 
worth worrying about. They didn't do any more.

We reached picnic grounds and split up. Jeff and I went 
straight to our car and drove back to our motel. Though 
nothing like our time on that rock, the rest of that 
afternoon in the motel was plenty wild.

END

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