Then she flipped over, sitting up and leaning back, weight on her hands on the blanket, and knees up and spread wide once again. Lisa was getting more comfortable with her exposure by the moment. She closed her eyes and inclined her face to the branches overhead and smiled, letting Ryan and me enjoy the continuing show–and the cameras to capture it.
“You were magnificent, Lisa,” I said.
“Amazing,” Ryan said. He and I both zipped up, leaving Lisa the only one to be exposed. She showed no sign of getting dressed.
“Thanks for helping us out, Ryan. You don’t mind your cock being on the Internet, fucking Lisa?”
“No, it was worth it,” he said. “I just came out here to do some birdwatching. I never in a million years expected–.” He didn’t finish the thought.
“Don’t forget to check out her web page,” I said. I gave him the web address. “And tell all your friends.”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, still somewhat dazed from what he’d just done. “I guess I better go.”
“Probably,” I said. “We have more work to do. But thanks again.”
I watched him gather his binoculars and book and half-walk, half-stumble away. He had just had a day he would never forget. And I’d taken some great footage.
I turned back to Lisa, and she was staring at me.
“Oh my,” she said. “See what you get me into?”
“I know.” I grinned. “I love it. So do you!”
“It was wild, and fun, I admit. As you said, we’re not just pushing boundaries, but blowing them up. You just said there’s more work to do. What do you have in mind?”
“We’ve just gotten started,” I said. “Let’s get packed and head back to the car.”
We put things back in the tote bag and I removed the camera from the tripod and carried it.
“Do I get dressed again now?” Lisa asked.
“No way. You’re going back to the car like this. Naked.”
“What if there are more people in the parking lot?” she asked.
“We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it.”
“I have a feeling you’re going to want me to cross it naked.”
I approached her and gave her a short kiss on the lips.
“I like how you’re getting to know me better by the minute,” I said.
We left our picnic tree, and we took the winding dirt path back to the car, me with my video camera, and Lisa wearing nothing but her boots. She seemed more confident this time, but her head still swiveled back and forth constantly as though she was afraid someone would see her.
Personally, I hoped they would.
It was a perfect day for a nude excursion. The sun was still high in the sky and the air was warm enough that there was no fear Lisa would get cold without clothing.
I heard voices as we neared the car, so Lisa and I slowed our pace, and when we got closer, we peered toward the parking lot from behind a thick clump of bushes.
There were now several cars in the lot, clustered together, and standing around them were six young men with mountain bikes. They looked to be in their early twenties. They dressed casually, in shorts and t-shirts. Obviously, they had just arrived and were getting ready to go on a ride through the park trails together.
“They look harmless enough,” I said with an air of confidence.
“Wait,” Lisa said. “I’m not going to just walk naked in front of that group of guys.”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Remember what I said. Just let go and let me call the shots. Everything will be fine. You’ll have a blast, and they’ll never forget this day.”
“Neither will I,” Lisa said.
“That’s the idea. Let’s go. I’ll go first and shoot you as I walk.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“But you are,” I said. “And you love it.”
I walked out from behind the bush, walking backward, camera pointed back to Lisa behind me. She walked slowly, adapting her pace to mine. Soon I reached the asphalt parking lot. I held the camera on Lisa but looked up at the young men. A few had noticed me, and two seconds later one of them opened his mouth wide and pointed and another said, “Holy shit!”
They all looked up and stared at Lisa, nude but for her boots, step onto the parking lot and walk to my car as I recorded her. She walked with perfect posture and breasts pointing up and out.
“We’re doing a video shoot, guys,” I called out to them, maybe 50 feet away. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Fuck, no,” one of them said.
Lisa turned to them and gave them a shy wave and a big smile. That smile was bewitching, especially because she was naked.
“Is this for a website?” one of them asked. He mentioned the name of the Site host.
“That’s the one,” I said. “Her name is Lisa.” I shouted out the address for her page.
We reached the car. Lisa stood near it, naked and waiting, probably expecting me to open the door for her. I would, eventually, but not yet. I had other plans.
I reached into the bag and pulled out a dildo, an exact duplicate of Lisa’s favorite, which played a starring role on her web page. It was made of purple latex, and it was shaped realistically like a real cock, of just the right size for Lisa. Big, but not too big. It also had a suction cup at the bottom.
“What are you doing?” Lisa asked.
“This,” I said. I spit on the bottom, and I ran my tongue over the suction cup until moisture was evenly spread over it.
Then I attached it to the rear door of my car with a loud ‘smack.’
“Woah,” one of the guys said with long brown hair.
“You can’t be serious,” Lisa said. “In front of the group of them?”
“Of course, I’m serious. Yes, in front of them. Back into it. Give them a show.”
I opened my driver-side car door, reached inside, and with the touch of a button lowered the window of the back seat down. I wanted her to be able to grab onto something. Lisa understood, but she shook her head.
“You really want me to do this.”
“I really do,” I replied. “Guys, want to watch the show? You can get closer. Just don’t disturb the performer while she performs.”
The pack of mountain bike friends left their cars and bikes and approached us, slowly and tentatively. The looks on their faces said it all. They couldn’t believe their luck what they were seeing. I looked carefully for any signs that they could be dangerous to deal with, but I saw none. They seemed to be in awe of Lisa as they drew closer to her.
Lisa, meanwhile, backed herself to the side of the car, reached behind her with one hand to grab the car door frame to steady herself, and with the other hand between her legs grabbed the shaft of the dildo. It appeared to be fixed securely on the side of the car, I was glad to see.
Then she guided it into her pussy.
Lisa had fucked dildos doggy-style in her videos before, but not standing up, and never in an outdoor setting like this one.
I crouched in front of her with my camera, not far from her, to catch in high-resolution detail the moment the mounted purple shaft pushed between her pussy lips and entered her.
Lisa moaned.
“Fucking awesome,” said one of the young guys, the one that had drawn closest. He had his phone in his hand.
“OK if we–”
“Sure,” I said. “Take all the shots and video you want. Share them with your friends. Tell as many as you can about her web page. Just don’t touch, OK?”
I was pushing Lisa, hard, but I didn’t want to completely freak her out.
“Sure,” he said. The others nodded, and four others pulled out cell phones. I guess one of them forgot to bring his. I felt bad for him.
Lisa rocked herself backward against the car-fixed dildo in a steady rhythm now, breathing hard and often squealing when the toy entered her pussy. She stood with her legs spread wide, giving everyone a clear view. Her breasts bobbed and her hair swayed back and forth like golden wheat in a windstorm. I pulled back from Lisa so I could capture the sight of her six admirers clustered around her, oohing and ahhing while she fucked herself and capturing the lewd act on their own phones. I was glad to see they heeded my warning not to touch her, but also that they drew close to her, holding their phones inches from her pussy sometimes. They didn’t say much, other than exclamations like “fucking awesome.”
I took another toy out of the bag. It was a small, slender, black vibrator, a replica of Lisa’s favorite in her videos.
“Lisa, would you like this too?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she said and nodded. Lisa didn’t look at the young men in their faces. She looked up and out, to the sky, her mouth open in obvious pleasure. She took the vibrator and flicked it on and held it over her clit while her body rocked against the purple toy.
It was going to be a fantastic video.
It didn’t take long before her body began to spasm at the intense sensation of the three toys–the butt plug, purple dildo, and black vibrator–assaulting her body all at once. Her body jerked from side to side as she lost control and her squeals grew louder.
The young men surrounded her, a worshipful audience, and they kept recording her.
The one without a phone said to the others, “Dudes, you have to give me copies of that video.”
“No problem, Luis,” one of them replied.
Lisa’s body rocked harder and faster. I could tell she was about to come.
She screamed and yanked her body off the purple dildo, and following the toy’s departure closely was a fierce spritz of clear liquid spraying out of her. It darkened the asphalt beneath her. I was astonished and delighted. Lisa had told me she wasn’t a squirter. I supposed it was all that water she’d drunk earlier. She couldn’t hold back.
A trickle of fluid continued flowing, but her pussy clenched like she needed further relief, and Lisa looked at me.
I nodded.
The Site didn’t allow pee shots, but it did allow them if they looked like “squirting.” The rule made no sense to me, but that was the rule. Lisa spread her legs a little wider over the dark wet patch on the asphalt, and she let loose. A heavy stream flowed out of her, splashing the parking lot. Six video cameras recorded Lisa abandoning all reserves in the parking lot. She let go, completely. A puddle grew beneath her. All of us watched her, rapt. She rocked her hips as she peed, and the pee arced out of her in an undulating curve like water from a sprinkler. Two of the young guys jumped out of the way to avoid getting hit with the stream. When she finished, and only a few stray drops were left, I handed her a little blanket from the bag.