Birdwatching

As with some of my other stories, this is told from two perspectives; myself in ordinary font and the girl in italics. I hope this isn't too confusing for you, the reader and please bear in mind that the pictures were taken separately from the story development so may not always agree totally - but Charlotte is a beautiful girl so I don't expect too many complaints? I welcome comments - either to show your appreciation and enjoyment but I'm also happy with constructive criticism. But please, if you have something negative, crude or irrelevant to say either about the story or the model, please let me know privately or I will delete your comment.

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I'd just gone out for a day's birdwatching in the countryside. It was a bit of a remote spot in Exmoor - I'm not really a serious twitcher, but I'd heard that to see the most interesting species, this was the place to go to be away from the regular haunts and I really fancied a day of peace and quiet. I was warned that you had to be prepared to settle in for a long day, so on the promise of a good weather forecast, I headed out before dawn with my backpack filled with food, drink, binoculars and camera gear. I was all set to enjoy a day away from the noise of the city and expecting a quiet few hours with nothing but the noise of the wind and the gentle sounds of nature and bird song.

I got to the pull in location before sunrise. I knew it was a fair hike to the hide but I was pleased to see mine was the only car around. It was still before dawn when I reached the hide itself. It wouldn't have been too easy to find, even in the daylight, it was so well camouflaged and hidden - thank heavens for GPS!

I had my first coffee of the day and settled down, setting up my tripods for the big binoculars and camera. Dawn was spectacular, as it often is away from civilisation and the bright lights of buildings, roads and cars. I took a few shots just of that to post to my photography group. It was obviously going to be a warm day; there wasn't a cloud in the sky and it began to get warm quite early on, the dew disappearing from the grass shortly after dawn. From dawn to about 10am, I had a slow but wonderful session seeing all of the birdlife. There were even some rustlings in the bush from deer and other wild animals making their way to the small pool which was just visible from the hide.

I still planned to stay there for a few hours so had a second coffee and mid-morning snack. About halfway through, I heard a lot of screeching from the birds and something moving outside. When I looked out of the hide window, I saw my peaceful spot had been invaded. A red-headed girl had followed the path into the park and happened upon the pool and the clearing in front of it. She didn't look as though she was lost, but she couldn't have been a birdwatcher as she hadn't found the hide and didn't seem to be aware of its presence. She was dressed well for the outdoors and had a backpack which looked full so I presumed it had her provisions and she seemed well prepared. I guess I couldn't be too annoyed that someone else was enjoying the magical atmosphere of remote nature although I was a little cross that there's be no more bird-watching while she was around. She'd disturbed all of the wildlife so nothing was going to come into view until she'd gone away; and by the looks of it, she'd decided that she was going to stay at the pool, right in my line of vision.

I'll admit, she was quite attractive and looked pretty. Mid 30's I guessed, athletic without being over muscular. Shoulder length red hair, short sleeved bush shirt, shorts and proper walking boots - so she wasn't just some stupid tourist who'd got lost.

I was so pleased to have arrived at the remote pool. I'd been told about it by some friends and they'd warned me that it was difficult to find. But it was a gorgeous day and I was so pleased to be out of the house and able to be alone with my own thoughts. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and our life, but sometimes it's just good to get away and have some "me time" which I couldn't always get on a weekday when the house was filled with jobs to do and a hubby who worked from home and insisted on playing music while he worked. If I heard another country & western song, I was going to scream!

By a miracle, I found the place - well, I found a place with a pool in the middle of a clearing in the woods. I had no idea if it was the place my girlfriend had told me of, but it would do. It was sunny and sooo peaceful. It had taken me quite a bit of effort to get there, but it was worth it to be in the middle of nowhere with no-one to pester me or tell me what to do - or more critically what not to do. I got my things out of my bag and laid my mattress and towel on the ground.

She put her backpack down within about 10m of the hide and bent down to open it. I was treated to a grand view of her backside, the short shorts stretching over her cheeks and her pale legs shining in the sunlight, all the way down to her neat socks and boots. She unstrapped a thin foam mattress from the backpack, unrolled it and got a large towel out from her backpack, spreading it over the mattress. I was amused to see this attractive girl, going about her tasks to make herself comfortable but not knowing that she was observed. Although I was still a little bothered that my restful day looked as though it was coming to an end. I wondered if I should make my presence felt - at least to say hello before I left for the path to go back to my car.

I was still thinking about this as I finished my coffee when I saw the girl get even more comfortable. She looked around several times, turning around and shielding her eyes from the morning sun, scanning the horizon. I wondered if she was looking for bird or wildlife until I saw her unbutton her shorts and slip then down to her ankles, shrugging them off her boots and folding them neatly before putting them in her backpack. As she turned, my eyes went out on stalks; I saw that she was completely naked underneath - she must have gone commando for her walk. Her cheeks were as pale as her legs and her butt cheeks were nicely rounded - very womanly. I sipped my coffee as I sat back to admire the sight of this new rare species.

I loved the sight of the pool. I hadn't brought a swimming costume with me, but that was kind of part of the reason for coming here. I wanted to do some wild swimming and be properly attuned to nature in the raw

She turned to face me now - not that she knew I was watching her carefully - and began to unbutton her blouse. Her small creamy breasts came into view and I fired up my camera to take some pictures as she unselfconsciously shook the blouse free of her shoulders, her boobs shook and jiggled as she smiled, delighted that they were free in the open air. Clearly the girl didn't believe in underwear. I scanned the camera down and saw that the hair on her pussy mound matched the colour of the hair on her head - a striking red - except that her pussy fur was trimmed in a narrow strip and looked very fluffy.

The blouse was folded neatly and put into the backpack on top of the shorts. She looked around again and shook her flaming red hair in the warm breeze, smiling as she saw no-one around. She cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples, pointing them up to the sun and trying to bend her head to lick them. They were too small to even get close but it was delightful to see - and something I'm sure she would never try to do in her house in the city. The freedom of the open air has stimulated her. She put a finger to her mouth and licked it, then rubbed the wet fingertip over the cherry pink stub of her nipple. She looked very pleased with herself I must say.

I was experimenting in one of my cameras with some infra-red film that I'd been given, so those became monochrome once they were processed. They turned out pretty nice of the girl - quite artistic - but not so successful with the birds I was supposed to be shooting.

It was so comfortable to be naked in nature. I love being naked, but it isn't always possible at home, in my job, in the city. It was especially nice in the sunshine; I don't even mind if it's cloudy but the sun was a bonus. There was no-one around to criticise or comment on me - I could be a free as I liked, enjoying my body and letting it breathe.

I swim in the ocean as much as I can, but the beaches here are so conservative. Even a bikini is frowned on as being somehow lascivious, in danger of attracting the wrong sort of attention. It's ridiculous! I've had people tutting at me even if I wear a one-piece suit if it's even a little bit tight or shows my titties through the material. Can I help it if the water's cold or if I'm a little bit excited?

I had to get myself in the pool. It was good to get the sweat off me from the long hike to get here and just to feel at one with the water with nothing between my body and the cool liquid.

Her preening done, she strolled down to the waterhole, took off her boots and socks and waded into the cool blue water. Tentatively at first, looking out for any dangerous wildlife I guess, them immersing herself and swimming freely.

She showed no concern as she swam the length of the pool, then tested the depth in the centre, doing dives and a handstand so her legs came out of the water in a 'Vee', showing her open pussy clearly, the lips split apart seen clearly through my binoculars. I had the camera trained on her and operated remotely so I captured all of her fun. I suppose I felt a little guilty, being such a Peeping Tom, but I was sure I was unnoticed and that no harm would come of it.

She emerged from the pool, wrung her hair in her hands and picked up her boots and socks, stepping cautiously over the leaf-strewn sand on the way back to her towel and mattress. She took a brush from her backpack and combed her hair, giving a few gentle strokes to her pussy fur. Then she sat down on the towel, pulled out a bottle of coconut oil sun-tan lotion and a book and started to cream herself up with the oil. Her skin glistened as the oil was applied and she was meticulous in making sure that every part of her was covered. Once she was thoroughly coated - it was especially fun to see her oiling her back; as she twisted her arms behind her, her breasts pushed out and pointed towards the sun in a quite beautiful display - she lay back down using the backpack as a pillow and began to read. The book was - I discovered by focussing the binoculars tightly in a close-up and looking up the title later - one of a series of erotic fiction books similar to 50 Shades of Grey. Whatever, as I watched, the girl obviously became engrossed in the story and her free hand started roaming over her body, beginning at her breast. Her hand went around the underside of one, pushing it up and squeezing it, seeming to offer it to some imaginary lover. Her finger and thumb went to her nipples, squeezing and tweaking.

I noticed I was getting hard in my trousers and adjusted my position to ease the pressure. I found myself gripping my cock as I saw her hand descend to her pussy and start to explore her pussy. Her legs spread as her fingers probed her red lips, easing them apart. I had a perfect view as her legs pointed towards me, spread apart in the warm sun.

Once I got out of the water, I just wanted to bask in the sun. I had no problem drying off naked and letting the sun warm me; it was so quiet and secluded. There was no-one in sight and no sound of any human activity so I was very happy to stay just as nature intended and let my body soak up the vitamin D. I got my book out; the one my husband says is just newsprint porn for frustrated housewives. Well, all I can say is that I enjoyed the fantasy of being swept off my feet by some gorgeous hunk of a billionaire who wanted to ravish my body in every known sexual position known to man. And the thought that that came with a bit of kinky fun like tying up or spanking was just an extra inducement. Maybe it was the thought of the forbidden again. Wondered if that's what attracted me really, that it was wild, unconventional, freeing?

I got into the book and got to one of the scenes where the girl was being seduced by the billionaire again. It wasn't difficult - each chapter had at least one sex scene that lasted a lot longer than the usual 10 minutes. I couldn't resist touching my body, stimulating myself in the same way the girl was being aroused, getting wet in all the places she was being touched - and fucked. Oh my god was she being fucked!

It's a good job I was alone. If there had been a guy there, I would have taken him and ridden him until he was begging for mercy, myself cumming continuously on his steel-hard rod - just like in the book. My fingers went into my cunt. Imagine if there was a guy here! What if there was someone secretly watching me, just waiting for the chance to surprise me and take me right there. My imagination ran wild and I found I was getting wetter and wetter. Do you know? I really didn't care now. The book and the story in it had turned me on, for sure but now my fantasy was that I was being watched. Being watched as I drove a man wild with desire, flaunting my body and my sexuality. Nobody commenting on my big bum or telling me I should get a boob job so that at least I had a handful. My tits were fine as they were! My hands could make them stand out; my fingers could get my nipples hard and send that signal to my cunt that pleasure was on its way! My fingers did a dance around my "gaping slit" - I got that from the book - as I made myself have little climaxes that were the start of something bigger.

I realised that I was trapped now in the bird hide. I couldn't now leave without passing her on the path and making it clear that I both could and had seen her naked and pleasuring herself. I'd have to stay and wait until she either fell asleep so I could sneak away and hope not to wake her or wait until she left. Then leave after her, allowing enough time that I wouldn't catch up with her on the route back to my car. "Ah well," I thought. "I guess it's a different type of bird I'm watching and filming so I might as well relax and enjoy myself."

The girl's fingers were rubbing all around her pussy now and her legs trembled. "Is she cumming already?" I thought. My cock had swelled even more and I could feel myself getting wet at the scene I was witnessing. She bent a leg at the knee which gave her finger more space to penetrate her pussy and the quiet of the bush was shattered by a loud groan as she came. I'd never known a girl cum so quickly - but I guess she knew her own body well. Maybe I was learning something which would be useful when I met my girlfriend again.

She didn't stop. Her finger thrust in and out of her and the loud groan was followed by a succession of moans and whimpers as she continued to finger herself. My cock was out of my pants now. I couldn't stop myself stroking gently as I watched the girl having multiple and continuous orgasms as she rubbed and penetrated her pussy. The book was put aside and I could see a flow of liquid from the girls open slit. One hand squeezed her breast while the other concentrated between her legs, then her whole body shook as she planted both hands firmly in her crotch and both hands flew furiously at her clit and the open maw beneath. Again, the air was split by a loud cry as the girl came strongly in a series of spasms.

Oh God! That was sooo good! The release was immense. All the tension gone from my body. I grinned and giggled to myself. It would have been nice to have a big thick cock still inside me, letting me cum before taking his time to please himself and spill his hot seed in me as I came to a series of multiple orgasms but that was definitely the stuff of fantasies. Even a guy waiting for me to cum first would have been a novelty.

As I'd been watching her, I'd been stroking myself, unconsciously at first, but then I found myself masturbating in time with the girl until I came within seconds of her climax, my seed spilling all over the earth floor of the hide. I might have thought that was the day over, but the girl relaxed and seemed to go to sleep as I watched her.

I must admit, I drifted off as well, woken about 30 minutes later by the sounds of rustling outside. I woke up to see that the girl had got up from her towel and was wandering around the clearing, looking at the trees.

I passed out after cumming so strongly. The walk in must have taken more out of me than I'd reckoned on. It couldn't possibly have been my massive orgasm, could it?

When I woke up, the sun was past its highest point and I realised that I'd not really explored the woods. I had one day to be free of domestic and industrial slavery and I was letting it drift away! I took the chance to be as wild in nature as it was possible to be on just one day away from "civilisation".

I watched as she wandered around the trees at the edges of the clearing and found a large tree that had fallen, a little further away. Still within range of my large telephoto lens though. By this time, she'd found a large sarong in her backpack and draped it around herself. Maybe she was feeling the effects of the sun?

Eventually she settled down and lay on the trunk of the tree.

It took her a while to get in position but eventually, she found herself in a comfortable position and she lay back again

It felt like I had front row seats at a porn movie as I watched the girl spread her legs once more and begin to finger herself to orgasm. She licked her fingers, getting them really wet with her saliva before coating her nipples with the liquid, then letting one of her hands drop to her pussy and coating herself liberally. She cupped her sex and ground herself into her hand, rotating her hips. It was incredibly hot to see her so turned on in the outdoors and I rapidly found my hard cock in my hand once more. As she stroked, I matched her. I went slowly when she went slowly. When she sped up, my hand stroked faster. When she thrust her fingers deep inside her and held tight, I squeezed my shaft and manipulated it to avoid cumming too soon.