Through branches. I watched a sneaky peak at his joyous self love by the
creek, in the hidden cove where waters meet, beneath the sun's warm,
gentle heat, I stumbled on a secret sight, a nature guy in pure
delight, naked free, he knew no bounds, his groans blending with the
nature, sounds of water rushing over stone. In this exotic place, we
were both alone, his clothes and pack by the creek, on the ground,
untouched, unnoticed, yet I found through the lens, I watched the
hidden gaze, captured by his carefree ways, his skin kissed by the midday
sun, every muscle firm and spun into nature's work of art, A perfect
man, a wild heart, muscles carved from Earth's own hand, a rugged
grace, unspoiled and ground. His face a map of open trails with smiling
lines from joyous tails, a manly beard wild as the pine, eyes twinkling
a spirited sign. With each dip into the cool water. I didn't think
it could get any hotter. I, hidden by leaves, tried to stay
hush, felt a thrilling, voyeuristic rush. Silent behind my camera's eye,
I captured moments that couldn't lie. Glimpses caught the way he would look private,
pleasure free. In the nook, he stroked himself, naked and free,
showing off his body, to himself, to me. The thrill,
the rush, the excitement too, watching when he had no clue. As
he stroked again and once more, I felt like time had stopped for sure.
I felt myself growing hot, wet, and wanting. I could not
control what I was feeling. Seeing him stroking, I was reeling. I
wanted to touch him, to taste him, to hold him, and face
him on a whim, his muscle straining, his groans growing bolder. Then
I dropped my bag and he looked over his shoulder. He suddenly became aware
that he wasn't alone, And now I was worried that my cover was blown.
If I stayed frozen, he might see If I moved, he might
catch me hidden behind leaves. I lingered camouflage and green, but the rustle
betrayed me A witness to the scene. His eyes met mine in a swift,
piercing glance, a moment frozen caught by chance. His surprise mirrored the
shock in my gaze, as if the forest held us in a mutual days
uncertainty flickered a brief, silent plea in that quiet bush, just him and
me. Would he turn away or invite me to stay? In the heartbeat
skip It was a crazy game to play. With a nod, he gestured,
the tension unsown in the wild's embrace, neither of us alone. He
stood up from the creek, a silent invite, a gentle gesture through the
dappled light, my heart and my throat. I followed and stride draw into
the water, now almost side by side there by the brook. We silently
stared, our apprehensions eased, neither of us scared. With a smile,
he broke the ice, and then I undressed. Didn't think twice. I
stepped into the waters, a shiver of delight. The chill so sharp it
felt just right. My nipples hardened like skipping stones as we exchanged sexual undertones.
My body's arousal couldn't hide the heat of my cheeks and the pounding inside.
His nakedness upclose was so titillating, And just moments ago, he was
alone, masturbating a primal hunger, a need, an ache, a nature
guy and a city break with a wink and a grin. He gave me
the go, and I touched the tip of his cock with my toe,
solid and throbbing. He welcomed my touch, a private exchange we both wanted
so much. His fingers traced the curve of my breast, my hands rubbing
his hairy chest. I breast my body to his, a perfect fit in
my hand, his cock rubbed against my clit. I was ready, no
hesitation, no talk, My wetness on his fingers, readying his cock,
tongue on tongue, his hand on my hip. We moved together, a
steady ship. The flow of the water, warm sun, cool breeze,
our naked freedom, the rush, the ease two strangers who just crossed each
other's path. Our sex craved bodies satisfied. Now emerged from the bath,
letting the air dry, our bodies patiently, smiling and relaxed, We lingered
happily. Then soon the sun would say goodbye. Now naked under moonlight on
a natural high, I helped him set up tent in a nearby clearing,
as the stars above us began calmly appearing beside the bonfire flames climbing Hi snuggling
close our bodies warm and dry. Crawling into the tent our space, snug
and tight. He wraps his arms around me, holding me all night,
his beard rough on me, his body on mine. We make love over
and over, exploring, exhilarating divine, Once stranger's now lovers, sharing the
nature we adore in his embrace, making love, I've found my wild heart's core.