Natural Exposure Ch. 02

The exposure grows more daring - and satisfying - and witnessed.

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Authors note: I apologize it's taken so long to publish chapter two. I've struggled with how to tell you this story well enough that you can understand how it happened, and how it felt. I'm grateful for all of your feedback, public and private.

To anonymous: I hope your girlfriends liked chapter one and haven't quit waiting for this chapter. Even more so, I hope they enjoy this and the following chapters.

Thanks again to ChancesAre for skilled editorial help and making me a better writer.

This story starts where chapter one ended. It's the same night. Nick just left with his dogs.

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Sarah sat on her deck after Nick left. The cabin and deck were dark. The black expanse of Lake Superior stretched out before her was so dark it absorbed the light of the stars. Faintly distant, a wolf howl rose tremulously into the night.

Sarah wasn't unsettled. She was scrambled.

Invisible at home. Her kids had their lives and Tim had his. She occupied space in the family unit. She was present, but unseen and she felt guilty that it made her feel so unsatisfied. Wasn't she supposed to be about them? She loved coming up here by herself - where she was alone. It's OK to feel lonely when you're the only person.

Then today happened.

What - exactly - happened today? What happened this evening? What was real? On the trail she exposed herself. She stopped hiding. She let her life-cloak of invisibility fall away. "I'm right here." She was still stunned how sexual it felt. Maybe my sexuality is always that intense, but covered by social convention and propriety?

And then watching Nick in the shower. Insane. He knew I was watching. His cock knew I was there. Hard for me. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to watch me undress while he stroked. The slippery tunnel of his soapy hand was my pussy squeezing his beautiful cock. With each thrust. My need gripping his cock every time it hit my cervix. On every thrust. His slick grip, sliding up and down his length, was me, cum-milking him.

What if I had walked out to him? What if I'd removed my shirt and bra? And the rest, right there. While he watched. I never could have walked all the way to him. I don't do things like that. I don't do things like any of this. I would have stopped, just out of reach. Would he have pulled me into his chest then, into the water? Would he have kissed me, penetrated my mouth with his wild hunting tongue? With his cock against my belly. His shaft hot against my cool flesh. Then pushed me to my knees to feed as much cock into my mouth as I could take? Stretching me full. Into my throat. Watching his eyes, kneeling there in the streaming water, I would have been the only witness to his primal need. To have me. With his large hands holding my head, would he have pushed even more of himself into me then? Pumped me? Until I gasped for air when he pulled out?

I think he would have fucked me. Right there. Hard and fast. Brutal? Even if I'd been able to say "no" he wouldn't have heard it. Not with my body screaming 'HARDER. Not with my cunt clutching his cock.

What is going on? What started when I took my shirt off on that trail? My last clear memory of 'me' was that moment. "Say, there's Sarah. We know her. She's a great mother and wife. You can count on her." Since? Feelings now where there was certainty before. Awe, where there was familiarity.

Then dinner. Like the shower never happened! The normalcy of dinner was too much. Except I glowed from his interest. He enjoyed me. It wasn't sexual, but I quivered inside. I felt it between my legs. When was the last time I felt attractive? And then he walked me home like we were on a date and said I'm beautiful and kissed me and passion flared wild between us - until he pulled away.

How did that happen? An older married man took me in his arms. Me, Sarah next door, and kissed me. Nothing chaste about it. Right in this yard. Without asking. She blinked. He wasn't Nick from next door when he did that. Not really. This Nick had a raw edge. A primal hunger. I was drawn to it.

A moth to flame.

Every atom of who we were in that moment was sexual. I still smell the rich musky lust -- from both of us.

What world is this? For a moment I thought he was going to fuck me right over there, in this yard. That doesn't happen to me. He knew he could, if he wanted. No man ever grabbed me that way with that look, and certainly not now, at my age. Was he reading some signal from me? Did he think I wanted that? She peered into the black infinity over Lake Superior. How did he know I need that? Could he tell how long it's been since I've been...

Now she was alone, in the dark. Trying to decide what to do. We have to talk about what happened, don't we? She decided it had to be in person. She decided to wait until morning, when blood had cooled. In the light of day.

Having even that thin a plan, she went inside, where she could pretend to sleep.

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On his deck Nick was almost done drinking three fingers of single malt scotch - neat. The dogs were sleeping next to him. He was quiet. His mind was racing. He had to do something, but what? They had to talk. He'd long outgrown tolerance for 'dancing around' anything. He wondered what time she'd be getting up in the morning. He stood and threw back the last sip. "C'mon girls, let's head in."

Two minutes later he was walking down the trail to her cabin. He stopped. He peered intensely into the dark as if it held a clue to guide him. Fuck. He went back to his place.

He ended up on the deck again, with three more fingers of scotch. The dogs were laying on his bed inside the 4 season sleeping porch. They alternated between which of them would keep one eye on him, but there was a lot of soft snoring. They weren't worried. He was.

I fucked up. He drank half his scotch in one swallow. He grimaced as it burned down his throat. Drinking hundred dollar single malt like the common shit. Fuck it. It goes well with treating Sarah like a target of my philandering. He threw back the rest and enjoyed the burn this time. At least I stopped before it went too far -- barely.

This place is where he came to get away -- from his companies, from demands on his time, from the noise and filth and stupidity of the everyday world. And, until today, he was sexually quiet here. There's a name for what I've become in my life 'back there'. Lothario? Womanizer? His dalliances began when the passion in his marriage faded and intensified with Lynn's menopause and total loss of interest. He was at an advanced age for sexual liberation but that's what happened to him.

Each new tryst was more adventurous. He learned to make love, after thinking he knew how for decades. How many women now? Dozens. Some of their names were fuzzy. But not the rest. Their faces. Their luscious excited sounds. How it felt to hold them, and them me. How they tasted and sucked and fucked and came. Clear as day. The memory of each soft kiss in a shared moment of bliss after.

He understood that along the way his lust had become obsession. His eye was always wandering. Appreciating a hip or a neck, a chest or a hand or a toned ass. Always looking for the signs, the glance that told him she might be receptive. It could be possible -- for the right man. Eyes that asked him if he was the right man. Eyes that sparkled when she realized he was on the hunt, for her, and knew how. Bright as he closed in.

He wasn't obsessed with getting himself off. It was a hunger to experience his lover's orgasm. A lust to make his lover cum -- for him. The thrown back head and wild sounds. The tight grip on his body or hand or cock at the very moment. The taste. The weightless bliss. With each orgasm he wanted the next even more. When a woman was in his sights his entire being went into a 'cum for me' mode.

But not up here. His lust never controlled him up here. Until now. He resolved to stop it. Thank God I stopped. In time. He thought about how Sarah looked. God she was ready. The whole evening. Every gesture and look and sound she made. More than any woman he'd ever loved. She almost buzzed with need as he closed in on her. She would have been coming long before I had my cock in her. When I first touched her clit? Maybe as soon as I sucked a nipple. Didn't need to see them to know how stiff they were. She would have cum for me again and again and again...

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Sarah awakened to the rich birdsong of early morning in early summer in the northern forest. She was surprised and delighted she'd fallen asleep. It must be the fresh air -- and all the rest. She threw off the covers and stretched her nude body and felt wonderful. She walked naked into the kitchen and started the coffee and then went out onto the deck. Everything was new and cool and fresh. Her goose bumped skin was alive. I feel frisky! She shook her tits at the world and laughed out loud.

She was used to mood swings but this was something else again. The cool Lake Superior air eventually nudged her inside to find some clothes. Even walking through the cabin naked was great fun. Strutting and half dancing around the house she decided to go talk with Nick before he left. She needed to hear what he was thinking. She was eager to see him. His eyes would tell her everything.

She dressed in cotton socks and sneakers, baggy cargo shorts and a well-worn T. Not even close to naked. But naughty with no bra or panties. Free. She pulled her hair back and appreciated the line of her neck in the mirror. Her nipples danced under the soft fabric when she moved. The friction stiffened them with sensitivity. Delightful to watch. She felt like a girl again? Even my smile. Especially my smile? And my tits she thought as the smile spread across her face.

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Sipping his coffee outside, Nick felt as reserved as Sarah felt rejuvenated. His mood distracted from the beautiful morning. He should have left long ago but knew he had to talk with Sarah first and had been putting it off. When the dogs gave two barks and got to their feet looking towards next door he knew the dreaded conversation was at hand.

When Sarah emerged from the woods Nick was stunned. She moved like an 18 year old. Because of the yoga and Pilates she always moved with fluid grace but this was more. There was new lightness in her gait, and a youthful exuberance. Her smile confirmed her good mood and her tits jiggled joyfully in a loose T. Damn. Nick's cock was hard long before she reached the deck. Her nipples have to be stiff as erasers dancing so wildly in there. Jesus. They want to come out! He pictured them without the shirt as she approached. He pictured all of her naked and moving and smiling and so totally fucking in charge of me right now.

He concentrated on keeping his eyes on her face, a foot above the show, as she bounded up the steps onto the deck. "Hey." she said with a smile.

"Hey," his response was subdued. "Want coffee?"

"Sure. I could have one more. Black please."

When he came back out with fresh cups for both of them she was bent over rubbing Sun and Sam. When she leaned over her tits pushed the T-shirt fabric away from her body and he saw them through the oversized neck-hole. They bounced as she vigorously rubbed the dogs. He saw one dark nipple. He stifled a moan but felt it inside. He reacted to the glimpse like a teenage boy.

When she straightened up he handed her the coffee and they each took a sip and set their cups down. This wasn't about coffee. "Sarah," he paused still not knowing what he was going to say, "last night...I have no excuse." He searched her face for a clue.

She replied softly "I can't remember a night I enjoyed more...in a long time. Didn't you?"

"Yes," he stammered, "but when I walked you back I never should have..."

"You stopped." She said, interrupting him.

Jesus Christ he thought, what does that mean? "But I never should have..."

Her look stopped him. She spoke as softly as a breath. "A magical evening at the end of a lovely day." She walked to him slowly. She moved into his personal space, until they were almost touching. He didn't speak or move. She looked up into his eyes and reached down for his hand. She took it in hers and raised it to her breast. With her hand she urged him to feel her flesh, to squeeze it. They held her tit in his hand. Together.

Nick groaned and felt weak in the knees. He squeezed her soft flesh. He felt her warmth and weight. His hand stayed when she lowered hers. Her eyes rolled back slightly when he caressed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When he gently pinched it her eyes and head rolled back further, then jerked upright in a start - like someone falling asleep who suddenly stops. Her eyes focused on his again. Looking down, he fell into her gaze.

"Do you want me?" She breathed.

There it was. In the open.

A growl rolled deep in his chest as he caressed her breast. She luxuriated in being held that way, by her tit. She was offering all of herself. Finally, in a hoarse whisper he said, "More than I can stand."

They were in a spectacular symphony of birdsong that energized the bright morning. The sound was liquid that filled the world to overflowing and they were adrift in it. They felt heartbeats through their contact.

His hand slid upwards from her breast, to cup the side of her face. She pressed her face into the hand that held her so naturally. Slowly a new expression spread across his features. It began in his eyes as distant anguish and spread across his face as loss. "We can't," he rasped.

She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm. Her eyes said "they could". His expression remained implacably unchanged. When he let his hand drift away from her she turned and walked to the head of the steps leading from the deck. Pausing there, she turned to look back at him and again her look said "yes we could", before she walked down the steps and onto the trail. Neither knew what would happen, had she said it out loud.

He watched where she'd gone and the dogs watched him. After a few minutes he began locking things up to leave.

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Sarah's bright morning mood carried her back. I didn't think I was going to do that she thought, without the slightest regret or shame. God it felt good when he held my breast and caressed it. With both hands he could melt me. It was even sexier when he held my face. Even before he spoke, she could see how much he wanted her. She loved feeling sexually attractive again. Nothing in how she walked now was exaggerated, yet she was visibly a woman who remembered what it was to feel sexy, and enjoyed it.

When she got to her cabin she decided to go for another walk on the trails -- but this time she wouldn't have to carry clothes because she was going to leave them at home! Athletic water shoes and a smile are all I need. I wonder how far I'll go. The thought of being far away, with no ability to cover up, was achingly exciting. What if I run into somebody? What would they think about running into a sexy naked woman in the woods? What would they think when they see I didn't even bother to bring clothes with me - in case? She got wet with the image. What would they do, without another soul around?

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Sun and Sam stuck their heads out the windows as Nick drove out the long twisting gravel drive. After locking the gate he got back into the pickup and debated again whether he shouldn't drive no further than Nygaard's driveway, and down it to her cabin, and let the chips fall where they may. Not my way, he decided ruefully, and was quickly at highway speed on the long drive home.

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It seemed impossible, but Sarah felt more euphoric with each naked step she took. Walking into the forest wearing only a pair of athletic water shoes was exquisitely liberating. Concerns and rules and expectations were in the same pile as her clothes, on her bed, back in the cabin. I'm walking bare-naked through Nick's woods Sarah thought excitedly, and it's perfect.

She pictured herself as the animals saw her walking through their forest. Naked and natural. She imagined how she'd look to women and children if they saw her. What about a teenage boy, hiding and watching my tits bounce as I walk by and marveling open mouthed at the mystery of my bush and what's hidden there. Or a man, who knows what's between my legs. Who knows it's only the two of us out here with the breeze and tendrils of sunlight piercing the green tree cover, here and there.

What about Nick? Looking. He's going to see. He told me last night, he has trail-cams along these trails. This naked hike is really a miles-long stripper's strut in front of him. I think I knew last night, when he told me about his cameras, that I'd be taking this walk today. I definitely knew this morning with my bright mood.

As she walked her thoughts drifted into her disturbing new fantasy. It came in a dream. It was slutty. She got a job stripping in one of those clubs with loud music and garish lights and men grown crude with liquor. It wasn't for the money. Peeling the cover off her respectability, in the awful music, with the wild strobe lights and clashing pulses of color. She was peeling piece by piece by piece, and showing off as she did. Presenting her private, hidden, unseen body. Squeezing her tits at leering faces, presenting her ass, kneeling with her legs spread wide and showing her wet pussy and touching herself as she arched her back and moved with the music and gyrated wantonly and didn't have to pretend she was into it because she had never been so fucking into anything ever in her life.

The fantasy made her aware of the natural bounce of her breasts as she walked and Sarah remembered how it felt when Nick held one. He knew he had hold of all of me, by one tit. He knew how badly I wanted him to hold both of them, and squeeze, and excite my nipples and lick them and suck them until... Once again, she was wet with the image.

From the sun's position above the forest she knew she'd been walking on a trail that mostly led south, away from her cabin and her clothes and away from her life. After about 30 minutes the trail turned to go east and she realized she was close to the county road that ran along the southern border of Nick's land. When she peered through the trees she saw it. It's right there. The edge of the forest was only about 30 feet away and the pavement 20 feet beyond that.

At that moment she heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. She froze and was stunned how clearly she could watch it pass by. And I didn't even see the road until I looked for it. It all depends where you're looking. She decided to get closer to the road. Once she was off the cleared trail, she had to push her way between tree branches and brush. One scratched her thigh and another poked her tit so sharply she yelped but soon she was at the very edge of the woods. She was clearly, nakedly, visible to any passing traffic -- if they just looked her way.

She trembled with exposed sexual excitement and the blissful eroticism of the moment. She heard the rumbling of a large vehicle approaching. From a lifetime of coming up here Sarah knew from the bang and rattle that it was a log truck hauling pulp wood. I could step out. With the motion he would see me for sure but it'll take him forever to get that thing stopped and he can't turn around and anyway I'll be long gone. It was coming fast and almost there and she quickly decided and she was just starting to step into the open when the log truck roared by going faster than she expected -- and in the same instant, close by, really close by, someone hollered "Jesus Fuck" at the top of his lungs and Sarah saw the two gear festooned long distance bike riders the log truck had just blown past. The lead rider shook a fist at the departing truck and hollered "He didn't move over a god damned inch." Then louder, "Come back here mother fucker!"