My fantasy involves a woman catching me naked in the woods...
While walking in the woods one day, you discover my clothes folded neatly on a rock near the river. Looking around, you see me naked in the distance and notice that I haven't seen you yet. For some reason, probably as a harmless tease, you hide all of my clothes before slowly approaching me.
When I see you, I try to hide but you call out, "I know you're naked. C'mon out, I want to talk to you."
Flushed with embarrassment, but encouraged that you are interested in looking at me naked, I step into view. I notice your camera bag and am not surprised when you tell me that you want me to pose nude for you.
I am very turned-on when you tell me you have hidden all of my clothes and to get them back, I have to pose any way you ask.
As I agree, you smile and take a video camera out of your bag, set it up on a tripod, and get me perfectly in frame from head-to-toe. As I stand there naked and waiting for you to begin, you tell me, “To get your clothes back, you have to masturbate for me. And you have to put on a really good show for the camera.”
As the little red light on the camera illuminates, you tell me to begin pleasuring myself and how to pose. I follow all of your directions perfectly, posing exactly how you want. Occasionally, you tell me to stop stroking myself and slowly run my hands all over my naked body and turn around. Frequently, you have me stop in very suggestive positions and display my erect cock to your satisfaction before telling me to continue.
I almost cum a few times, but you sense this and tell me to stop masturbating for a few moments and pose with my hands away from my hard cock. Occasionally, you step into frame with me and caress my tight balls and throbbing cock, always turning me to the camera for a good pose. This goes on for a long time. I am aching to cum.
Finally, you tell me to cum. By now I am so turned on that within moments I shoot jets of sperm several feet into the air as I cum. There are seven jets about a second apart, each one increasing my exquisite sexual release. It shows on my face and we both moan softly with pleasure.
Exhausted and sexually spent, I sit down to catch my breath. We talk about where my clothes are hidden as you pack up your camera and scribble a quick note on a piece of paper. Before leaving me, you ask, “Would you like to do this again?” As I nod, you hand me the note and slowly walk away...
--- to be continued ---