Encounter in the Deep Woods

To my utter amazement, he turned down the opportunity to cover himself. He declined the opportunity to turn away out of embarrassment or run away in shame. Instead, the guy just stood there, naked, right in front of me. He hand stopped its pistioning action and he simply held himself there for me to see.

And I looked. I am not sure why I looked, but I think it formulated from his good looks and then from the awareness of his size-and I am not talking about the size of his body or the size of his muscles. Although he had a big hand, I noticed it could not cover the thing. It did not even come close! His fingers did not encompass it either in width or length. His prick swelled out both from the ends of his fingers and from both sides of his closed palm. And it was such a nice, shiny prick. I could see it had pre-cummed quite considerably. With his organ shinning brilliant in its own wetness, it looked as though he was about to eject.

And it wasn't just his organ, but my eyes wondered down to his balls too. They refused to hang straight down like an ordinary set of nuts. They looked to be very firm instead, standing out and upward at attention. I've always found myself attracted to a man's nuts, which I know a lot of other girls find very odd. The nuts on this man were quite impressive.

"Hi," A deep voice spoke from the gorgeous hunk before me.

"Don't you know that you are supposed to stay on the trail?"

I felt like telling him the same thing, but I couldn't speak. I guess the surprise and shock at seeing him left me too frozen to do anything. It was as though I had stage fright.

"Nice tits," He went on to compliment me next. "Your suit does an excellent job at showing them off, and you sure have a lot to show off."

I remembered my lack of clothing and all he could see. Most men discretely looked or made a sly reference to the size of my boobs, but just came right out and said exactly what was on his mind. It made him look so comfortable; so powerful. He surprised me and made me feel intimidated.

What he did after surprised me even more, for he started up again.

He resumed his stroking action.

"Oh my God!" I cried out for the third time, taking a step back and getting ready to run away from this pervert. The thought of a guy jerking himself off while admiring my bikini clad body raced through my mind. It left me feeling momentarily confused. I knew the thought should have disgusted me, but he was such a handsome, big, and sexy looking guy. To my amazement, I found the thought actually exciting me.

"Don't," He stopped both me and his own stroking action in unison. I distinctly remember counting each pump of his hand. It looked great, the way he ran his hand up and down his wet, slimy, and very long dong. The thing seemed to look even longer when his hand pumped along its length. "I'm sorry. Don't be afraid. Don't you want to see my outfit?"

I momentarily feared he might come after me. He looked to be in great shape and could probably catch me long before I reached help. Hell, we were so close that he probably could have caught me before I even made it back to the trail. It reminded me of the time William grabbed by tits while hold my hands behind me.

I again got ready to run, but then he removed his hand and I couldn't. I couldn't take my eyes away. It was huge. It was gigantic. It was easily twice as big as any cock I had ever seen before. Full and erect, it stood up at attention like a long shaft from between his legs. Especially impressive was its head. His member looked to be nearly the thickness of my forearm, but the mushroomed-shaped head was more like the size of my fist. And the whole thing was so bright and shiny that it gleamed in the noon-day sun.

He did not face me directly but at an angle, which made me appreciate even more his length. I guessed his cock to be ten inches in length, or possibly even a full foot long. It extended up past his belly button.

Further stimulation came from below; his balls. I couldn't get over his balls and the way they stood out so firm and hard. They looked to be too big for his sac to contain, swollen as though about to erupt-which I suppose they maybe were. I figure he had been masturbating for quite a while. His whole cock looked magnificent.

"Well?" He finally spoke some time later. I am not sure how long I stood there and with my eyes transfixed on him. I knew it was wrong. I realize I must have looked like a horny slut for not running away, but it was too magnificent to pull away. "What do you think of my outfit? You look as though you enjoy your men harnessed."

I looked closer and suddenly realized why his nuts looked so ridged. They were tied! A single string, very thin and almost invisible, encircled his waist and went under his cock and balls. The string looked as though it looped around the back of his nut sack and pulled them out. He stood not quite naked, not like I first thought, but with a harness to place his nuts on better display.

Then he turned. "And notice the rear too," He next showed me his naked ass. "Notice how the harness does not run between my cheeks like a tong, but leaves the crack exposed for your admiration and possibly for your later use.

I took in his words but did not realize the significance of what he said. I was too busy admiring his ass instead. It really was terrific; a hard, muscular, strong ass. One strap went around his waist and two others came up his thighs to join it. No thong traveled up his crack, just like he said. I couldn't help but have naughty thoughts about spanking it and maybe doing other things to it too. I occasionally heard what other girls did to a man's ass. I wanted to try some of their ideas for myself, but none of my old boyfriends ever allowed it. His ass was not as erotic as his cock, of course, but the sight of a man turning around to show off his naked ass sent a burst of heat though my acing loins.

"It's revealing," I answered as soon as he turned to face me again.

"It's very revealing." I almost choked on my own words.

"Thank you, and so is yours," He showed his gratitude. "But I suppose I don't have to tell you how aroused you make me. You can see that for yourself."

He certainly was right about that!

"Double-D is my guess," He said next. "I mean your tits. They look as though you take a double-D cupped bra. Is that right?"

I nodded. He was right. I suppose it wasn't difficult for him to guess correctly, considering how much he could of see.

"Double-D but not quite a triple. You do not quite have the biggest size they make, but very close."

He appeared to stir right at my tits, but then I realized he had been doing so the entire time. That was why his prick stayed hard. As I locked my eyes on his substantial assets, he in returned locked his own eyes on mine.

"Not quite the biggest size they make, but close," He interrupted this disturbing thought to give me another. "Not like me. Not quite the biggest size they make."

I nearly stumbled upon hearing his words, knowing what he meant. He was referring, of course, to his own cock. He was effectively saying that his cock was the equivalent of a triple-D cup size for a woman, and I supposed he was right. It was the biggest prick I had ever seen, even bigger than the pictures my girlfriend once downloaded from the Internet. I couldn't help but fantasy what it would feel like to experience it, to stroke it myself, to suck on it, possibly even to be fucked by it-even though I knew there was no way he would be able to fit the thing into a short, petite, young girl like me.

"You better get going," He interrupted this disturbing thought. "To the beach, I mean, assuming you are still going. It's just over there." Amazingly, he pointed, but not with his finger. I noticed how his hands remained behind his back and he pointed with his erect cock. "Provided, of course, you still plan to go to the beach?"

I briefly considered it. For a moment I thought about it. What would be the harm? A voice questioned inside me. What if I stayed and allowed him to jerk himself off to the sight of my bikini clad body?

Memories flooded into my mind of the first time I got to see a man jerk off. It was an old boyfriend, my second serious boyfriend back in High School, made after I refused to allow him to fuck me. It was his idea to play this game where he got to stroke himself in front of me, but only after I gave him a command to do so. He relieved himself with a with a single stroke only after I first allowed it with the single word "stroke."

The game had been enormously fun, and now I couldn't help but want to play it with this man. Later, with my boyfriend, I came up with the naughty idea to tease him. I said "stroke" several times in a row to bring him to the edge, and then I refused to allow him to go over. I cock-teased him with his own hand, and now I wanted to do the same with this big man.

It felt so wrong, but at the same time if felt so right. I shook my head in bewilderment. I can back to reality. What kind of girl am I? I asked the good, wholesome little girl somewhere inside me. What am I doing?

"No thanks," I took a deep breath and answered him with extreme difficulty. "I think I better keep going, at least for now."

I nearly ran the rest of the way to the water.

Part 3: The Cool Beach

I needed water. I needed it bad. After the encounter with HIM, I desperately needed to dive into some cold water to bring myself back down to earth. I not only felt hot, but I think I was in heat.

I collapsed into the lake as though I had just run across the Sahara Desert, and it was my first sight of water in a week. I ran down the beach, stumbled out of my sandals, and haphazardly dropped my towel and bag onto the sand. I ran in without looking, never bothering to look around to see if anyone might be watching. The inhibitions about my new bikini left me. My only thought was of HIM and the waiting water.

I ran in up to my knees, and then I dropped in face forward like I was still a little girl. The shock of the cold water felt refreshing against the hot skin of my body and the heated beating of my heart. And not only that, but I'm shameful to admit that I could even feel it radiating out from my sex. I found myself horny as hell, probably the horniest I had ever felt in my life-or at least the horniest without actually in the process of receiving intercourse.

Memories of my second boyfriend flooded back into my mind. At the end of my little cock-teasing game, after maybe a half-dozen journeys to the edge, I finally let him do it. And did he ever do it! The guy squirted and sprayed like an erupting oil well. I discovered if you make a guy wait awhile and tease him for a few minutes, in the end he will cumm a lot more. It was one of the important lessons I had learned about sex.

I've played the game many times since then and have enjoyed it every time. There's something about an erupting cock that I find really exhilarating. And if only I had stayed to play with HIM, I could have witnessed it one more time.

I felt a desire to slip my fingers down inside my panties as I thought about the sight of him squirting, until I saw the others...

Coming along the beach, not very far away, a couple strolled hand-in-hand as though they were on their honeymoon. My inhibitions returned as they walked towards me, making me remember my bikini.

"Hi," the man waved when he got close. His girlfriend also waived but remained silent.

"Hi," I returned the greeting, kneeling in the soft sand to keep my big boobs from his sight.

The sight of the two of them made me think about HIM again. I imagined just the two of us, the big man and me, walking along the shore just like this a couple. I fantasized his hand in my own, but then I glanced over to see him naked and hard, his huge member sticking up nearly a foot into the air.

I think I swam a hundred yards along the beach until I calmed back down enough to keep my hands out of my panties. My muscles ached and my body felt as though it had just run a marathon by the time I again walked upon dry land. By the look of my wrinkled fingers, I think it had been close to a half hour.

The bright sun made it unnecessary to dry off. By the time I made it back to my belongings, sweat had replaced the water. I rubbed on sunscreen and then lay down to enjoy myself-or at least I tried to. HE refused to leave my mind. His image remained, especially that of his cock. As I put on the sunscreen, I dreamed what it would feel like for his big hands to rub it onto me instead. And as I lay down to enjoy the burning rays of the sun, I couldn't help but think what it would be like for HIM to lay down on top of me.

I found myself getting curious about what he was doing now. He certainly had to be finished with what he first set out to do. I figured he hurriedly continued just after I left while the picture of my sparsely clad body remained fresh in his mind. The thought of it should have made me feel queasy, but instead I felt-I have to admit- it actually made me feel a little proud. I couldn't help but picture him standing up against the tree with his eyes closed, stroking himself with my picture on his mind.

Images of his pistoning hand kept playing in my own mind. It was just so big, so huge. Trying to think about it in more detail, I realized his hand covered only about half the length of his shaft. And then I couldn't help but imagine my own hand in his place. My smaller hand could only cover perhaps one-third his length. If I ever got to stroke on anything of such size, my hand would indeed get quite an exercise.

Then the naughty thought of him doing it formed in my mind again. I wondered what it would be like to watch him when he finally did cumm. With such a long length and with such obviously big balls, I knew it had to look terrific. I imagined his cock throbbing, pulsating, and then shooting out a huge load of sperm. And then it would do it again, and then again. Instead of spurting two or three times like an ordinary man, I imagined him shooting it a dozen times before he finished. One of my girlfriends jokingly told me that long men could shoot a longer distance. It had something to do with a longer barrel. I thought it a joke at the time, but now I found myself wondering if this was true. I wanted to find out for myself and cursed myself for not staying to watch, even though I knew it would have been so slutty, so wrong.

It was then when I saw him again; or rather, I first heard him.

"Hello," I recognized the voice before he appeared. "Feeling a little more relaxed now?"

He crept up from behind while I lay with my back against the towel, eyes closed, dreaming of HIM. For a brief moment, I thought his voice might have been part of some amazingly vivid dream, but then I quickly came back to the real world. I sat up and turned, looking at him as he looked back at me.

He wore cloths, but still did not wear many. He stood a few feet away in a Speedo bikini. In the center, a large budge poked out, limp but still substantial. I found myself wanting to question if he still wore the harness, but of course he did not. The bulge didn't poke out that far!

"Sorry if I scarred you back in the forest," He spoke apagogically. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for causing you any fright. I didn't mean to, you know. I thought the place was deserted, but you just happened to walk by at the wrong time."

He kneeled and held out his hand to me.

"That's all right," I took it, not knowing what to say in reply. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you too. I guess we were both just caught in the wrong place at the wrong time."

His hand felt hard and calloused. I couldn't help but realize this was the same hand that had just been beating his meat.

"Don't worry about me," He let out a big smile. "You didn't much embarrass me much at all. I work as an exotic dancer so I'm actually kind-of used to it. ...just not quite to that extent."

I turned away out of embarrassment, thinking about him performing as an exotic dancer, gyrating his hips in the buff, naked, up on a stage, and with a hundred screaming women all around. I am sure HE would be the main attraction of any show. I found myself tempted to ask where he worked. I wanted to go to take a look for myself.

"Listen," He spoke with a lot more calm than I felt inside. "The choice is up to you. I can leave and go back to the public beach if you want, but I would really like to stay awhile and talk. It's not every day some gal comes by and catches me jerking off."

I continued to turn away, not knowing what to say. I didn't want to appear like I was some kind of slut, but at the same time I did not want him to leave.

He stood without saying more and started to walk away. I looked up to see his tight ass facing me; an ass only half covered by his tiny Speedo bikini, again making me wonder what it would be like to spank him.

"No, stop," I heard myself say. It came out involuntarily; my hormones speaking instead of my brain. "Stay, but on one condition."

"What's that?" His bulge faced me again.

"I just want you to know I'm not that kind of girl."

"What kind of girl is that?"

I couldn't think of an easy way to explain it, so I decided to just be honest. I admitted this was the first time I ever wore a two-piece bikini, and I told him the reason I sat on this deserted part of the beach was out of embarrassment. I wanted him to know that I wasn't a big boobed bimbo looking for a good time.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," The smile on his face betrayed his thoughts. I could somehow see that my words had intrigued him. "You look great and there is nothing wrong with showing it off a little, especially when you've got it."

I felt myself smile back to him. His words could equally apply to himself. His was the first compliment I received on my bikini.

"Let's start with names," He offered his hand again. "I'm Robert."

"Hi, I'm Diane," I shook his hand a second time. "Glad to meet you more formally this time."

I repositioned the towel so he could sit down next to me. He sat close, right up next to me. I distinctly remember our thighs touching. His body towered over me. Even in this seated position, he was so tall my eyes only came up to his neck.

"Where's your boyfriend?" He asked. "You must have a boyfriend or maybe a husband around here somewhere. I don't want to piss someone off when they see me talking to you."

I laughed. "Certainly no husband, and no boyfriend either," I told him. "I used to have a boyfriend, but we broke up a few days ago."

He asked, but I refused to get into the details. "Let's just say we got into a big fight, and I came to the conclusion that he wasn't right for me."

"I suppose he fucked you over real good?" Robert questioned.

"I guess you can say that," I had to agree.

"Must have," He nodded. "To give up a girl as good looking as you."

I had to smile.

"So you just decided to come up here all alone?" He wanted to know.

"Well, yes," I felt almost fearful to admit it.

"That could be dangerous," He spoke with seemingly genuine concern. "A beautiful woman such as yourself, all alone, out in the wilderness. I mean, what if some guy sneaked in your camp tonight and try to rape you?"

I gasped, but not in fright but in delight. I knew his words should have scarred me, but instead they only teased me. I couldn't help but think of him being the man, sneaking into my tent, and forcing himself upon me. Well, not quite forcing. I knew I would be very willing.

"What about you?" I tried to quickly change the subject. "You must have a girlfriend around here someplace too."

He shook his head and then shrugged his shoulders. "Why else do you think I was jerking myself off in the trees."

"Oh, I see," I felt like an idiot. It was a stupid question.

"I was supposed to go on this 3-day hike along the Lake Michigan Trail," He rescued me. "A few of us dancers from the club get together a couple of times a year. Either go hiking or cross country skiing up here in the North Country, depending on the season. It's a good break from tedium of the gym." He shrugged his shoulders. "In our line of work, we naturally need to keep in shape, you know."