Val felt no shame in watching this man. He was having fun and her voyeurism wasn’t hurting him. As she lay in the sun, one hand slid down her side and under her body. She touched her clit, as she had the previous night, magnifying her excitement. It wasn’t deep masturbation, but a very enjoyable sensation. Her body felt good being exposed to the sky. Her mind felt good watching a naked man swim.
Soon the man exited the water and dried himself off. Val wasn’t sure what direction he was going to head so she slid back away from the ledge and gathered her mat. As she stood up, a second man exited the trees without notice. The rolling river was noisy enough to hide his approach. He was equally startled when they found themselves about two meters apart; Val being completely naked holding a rolled-up mat. The man paused for a second before he could focus in the sunlight and react to the situation.
“Excuse me, I didn’t mean to ruin your privacy. I was just trying to find a path down to the water.” This second man tried to walk around Val, giving her space and not glaring at her nakedness, but there was not much room in the tall grass. “I was meeting a friend for a morning swim. Please don’t worry as I pass, you can keep this space to yourself.” He was as polite as he could be. Val rotated herself as he passed trying not to be totally awkward.
“Oh, there he is, I will get out of your way now.” He started to quickly depart when he paused just a bit. What was he thinking? How should Val respond? How quickly could Val run back to her tent? “Oh, Oh, I see you found my friend first.” This second man noticed the flattened grass where Val had her mat just minutes before. “Hope you enjoyed the view.” He laughed as he looked for steps down to the water’s edge.
“I wasn’t looking.” Val countered, and immediately she regretted saying anything. This man was about to leave her to depart in embarrassment, and she chose to engage him.
“Really? It looks like a very opportune spot to me. Don’t worry, I won’t tell my friend anything, not that he would be disappointed.” He laughed a bit sarcastically.
Val was somewhat annoyed by his confidence. And when annoyed, Val can get contradictory. “I was here first, your friend invaded my space.” Why did she say that?
The second man maintained a respectful response. “I understand. We didn’t mean to invade your camping.” Val, in her mood, nearly forgot that she was standing naked, arguing in front of a strange man. “Listen, we won’t bother you. And will keep whatever distance you and your group want.” He was nicer in response than Val deserved. “I will say this. I plan to go for a swim, just like my friend down there. I do not intend to offend you, then again skinny dipping doesn’t appear to be offensive. And I wouldn’t mind at all if you wanted to watch me as you have been watching my friend.” And with that, he stepped down and walked away from the conversation. Val finally understood how vulnerable she had been, as she remained fully without clothes. She laughed at herself.
She started walking back to her tent when she paused to rethink her options. She remembered the man taunting her, inviting her to watch. She decided it was a valid invitation and there was no hurry to return to camp. She placed her mat on the same flattened grass and returned to the edge; watching the two friends connecting. The second man removed his clothes and entered the water, followed by the first man. They just swam around. She could hear voices but couldn’t make out anything they were saying.
Val’s body shivered with excitement. She was given permission to watch two naked men swimming, and was free to enjoy her body. Her hand slid back down under her hips. This time she was a bit more aggressive, sliding her finger inside. The first man never looked in her direction which implied the second man never mentioned her. But every so often, the man she met glanced her way. And with each glance, her pussy got a bit wetter. She kept her arousal the entire time they swam. And just as they both exited the water, as she watched two fit male bodies, she doubled her fingers and thrust, increasing the speed until she came. It was unlikely her gasp was heard over the noise of the river. She rolled over on her back and relaxed in the post-orgasmic joy.
It was nearly noon and Val walked back to her tent. She still was unsure of where their camp was placed and when their paths may cross again. She got dressed and made lunch. When she was sure the men had left the river, she hiked to a shady spot downriver from this morning; still unsure of where they were staying.
Val brought her journal book. Writing alone in the woods is her favorite personal time. She wrote several thoughts on several pages. Then her words stopped flowing and she couldn’t write more. She started doodling. Doodling became sketching, and she found herself sketching the man she met this morning. She isn’t even proficient at drawing human figures, but she continued sketching a nude male body exiting the water. It turned out quite nicely.
When she was done with that figure, she sketched a second body. This second image wasn’t the man’s friend, but a woman. As she continued, the female sketch became Val. Val was drawing herself next to the naked man. This image also turned out nicer than Val knew she could do. It was clear that it was a self-portrait. She used her shape. She included her features; at least how she perceived herself. The breasts were nice, her hips surrounding the lips of her pussy. Her hair was flowing. Val was very pleased with seeing herself, including her known flaws.
Suddenly she was startled again by a male guest approaching. “I am sorry to run into you again. I was certain your camp was the other direction.”
Val assured him it was fine and explained she had come down in this direction to avoid their campsite, wherever it was.
“I will leave you alone. This is just my favorite spot to read when I hike these woods.” He turned to leave in the politest manner before Val stopped him.
“You are free to join me. Truthfully, I wanted to apologize for this morning. Obviously, I was a bit out of my element. Thank you for not making me feel too embarrassed for my situation.” He nodded. “And obviously for making me feel safe in a very vulnerable state.”
He introduced himself as Tim and they chatted for a while. He was more than willing to leave Val to own this spot for the weekend but when she insisted he join her a second time, he agreed. It was a comfortable presence. She kept doodling, and he simply read a book a few trees away. The sound of the river was relaxing.
Val closed her notepad and stared across the river. Tim closed his book and engaged her in conversation. It turned out Tim and his friend come here to fish once a year. His friend is married but Tim is single. His friend is out fishing and Tim just wanted to read alone. They have a comfortable friendship. And as she suspected, Tim didn’t mention his encounter with Val. He simply mentioned he saw a campsite near them.