Cabin Adventure

[[Stories in the [Bad Luck] series are standalone and unconnected except by theme. They can be read in any order]]

I had long had a series of fantasies where I was cut off from my clothing for an extended period, risking exposure. Living in the city it was not something I could safely pursue, I would definitely be seen if not caught on camera. While the possibility of being discovered turned me on, I didn't actually want to risk something dangerous happening to me. So when I found out my friend's family had a cabin deep in the mountains on a big piece of land, private and secluded, my mind started to form a plan.

It was pretty easy to talk my friend into letting me borrow it for a week. Her family rarely used it so when she got word from her parents that no one else needed it that week, she gave me the key and wished me a relaxing vacation. Also mentioning the nearby lake where they kept a small rowboat and walking trails that opened up possibilities in my mind.

Going online I was able to purchase a special time delayed safe to further enact my plan. I wanted to completely embrace my fantasy. I drove up, stopping by the local grocery to get enough food and supplies for the week. I opened the windows, airing out the cabin in the crisp air as I stocked the shelves and did some basic cleanup.

Finally the time came as I stood in the clearing outside, next to my trunk and just absorbed the quiet peacefulness around me. Then I slowly shed every scrap of my clothing, locking it in the trunk. For a moment I just basked in the glory of being fully bare in the open where anyone could witness. I pretended that instead of an empty mountain clearing I was instead brazenly standing in the park near my house. Completely exposed as dozens of people walked by, leering at me and capturing me on their phones in all my glory.

I started to grow moist between my legs and my fingers caressed my aching nipples. Shaking it off, I reminded myself there was one final step to seal my fate. Locking the car completely I went inside and placed my keys in the safe. I just looked down nervously for a moment. Was I really going to do this? There was no turning back. If someone discovered me I'd have no real way to cover myself. Before placing my clothes in the trunk I'd scoured the cabin and removed anything except a single towel and top sheet. I mean theoretically I could walk around covering myself in the thin sheet in an emergency but it would leave little to the imagination and I'd still be incredibly vulnerable.

But what were the odds of anyone seeing me? My friend said no one lived nearby and her parents knew I'd be up here so they'd leave me alone. With a sense of determination and finality I shut the safe and set the lock for the following Saturday when I planned to leave.

I was now completely unprotected, defenseless from anyone that found me. The thought drove my arousal sky high.

Brazenly I strutted out the front door onto the porch, sitting on one of the chairs and propping my feet on the railing with my legs spread obscenely. Picking up the toy I'd brought out with me, I pressed the vibrating wand against my inflamed pussy, humping it depravedly as I got myself off outside for the first time in my life. For over an hour I went through multiple cycles of building up, orgasm, and cooling down. By the end I was a mess, hair disheveled, covered only in a sheen of sweat and my own juices.

The cabin had indoor plumbing but also an outdoor shower in case one needed to clean off any mud so as not to track it inside. It hung off the side without any walls or covering since it was meant only to rinse off with not to actually use to clean yourself. But I had decided to maximize my exposure so I set my toiletries up there, hung my small towel on the wall nearby, and began to gloriously bathe myself before nature.

The thought of such a private moment on display wantonly where anyone could see, as I scrubbed my breasts vigorously or lifted my leg up to rest against the wall to spread myself open as I cleaned my messy pussy caused tingles down my spine. This was already living up to my deepest fantasies and I was only a couple of hours in. I might have to measure myself before I spent all my time jilling myself all over the forest, my cries of pleasure risking attracting attention as they traveled far and wide.

For the rest of the day I settled into more mundane activities. Preparing and eating a simple meal. Reading on the porch. Exploring the nearby trails and checking out the lake. But every so often a stray breeze, reflection on a surface, or just by glancing down I was again reminded that I was completely unprotected and on display. And I would remain so for the rest of the week, any coverings locked away beyond my control. The dual feelings of exposure and powerlessness were delicious, keeping me constantly at a low simmer of arousal.

I decided I didn't even want the protection of walls as I slept. Several hammocks surrounded a fire pit outside, so taking my thin sheet as my only protection I climbed inside, wrapped myself in it, and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

In the morning the warm sun on my face woke me, so I hopped out of the hammock and with limbs in an X pose stretched as I basked in the feeling of sunlight touching my entire body for the first time. After a quick breakfast I set off down to the lake determined. I stepped into the water, luxuriating again on my skin feeling the envelopment of cool liquid without any restriction for the first time. The overstimulation of virginal sensations to my body continued to drive my libido to new heights.

Climbing into the boat, I rowed out to the middle of the lake to maximize my exposure. Then laying back as it began to drift languidly, I spread my legs and started to touch myself again. Disappointed in my lack of foresight to not bring one of my toys this time, something I would remedy tomorrow, I let my fingers expertly build up the ache inside me. My actions became more lewd and needy. Toes curling into the edge of the seat they rested on. Legs parting as wide as possible as my crotch thrust up against the pressure of my invading fingers. Nipples pointed towards the sky broadcasting my excitement.

A small part in the back of my mind wished I was discovered like this. Shameless, wanton, and carnal as I shed my inhibitions for pleasure, my modesty for depravity. I fantasized about a group of hikers discovering me, gathering around me to watch my debauchery as they stroked themselves before finally coating my body with their seed. My eyes opened in fear that something like this might actually be true, but I quickly assessed I was alone before my orgasm crashed over me and I cried out, unsure if it was the shame or relief that triggered my release.

I started carrying at least one toy with me from that point on. Every morning I touched myself on the porch, building up an appetite before I made my breakfast. Staying naughtily disheveled and dripping as I did so, using the shame of being discovered as such to build my arousal back up.

After that I would go outside to shower. With one leg up against the wall to spread my legs I'd shave myself clean every day, removing even my natural cover so I was truly bare, before edging myself for a few minutes.

Then I would mix it up. I did venture back out onto the lake, taking my suction cup dildo with me. There in the broad expanse of placid waters with no cover for dozens of yards I bounced on it to a satisfying orgasm Then I'd rest on it as I let the fullness of it inside me build my arousal up before finally bouncing lewdly on it again until I grew either too tired or overstimulated to continue.

I explored the trails, finding a flat, raised rock in a clearing that I could easily ascend. There I again put my wand to good use, shamelessly cavorting against it. The feeling of the rough rock beneath my unprotected skin and the light piercing through the canopy above putting me in a natural spotlight again drove my fantasies. I imagined I was instead surrounded by a crowd of admirers, lusting after me and calling out for me to engage in even further debauchery. As if I was performing, like a singer on stage, hundreds or thousands of phones raised in the air to capture my show for eternity. My intimate moment preserved and shared with the world beyond my control forever.

The pornographic nature of the fantasy, even the fact that someone as vanilla and reserved as me could even think of something like that, never mind pretend to be doing it outside and unprotected where I could actually be discovered drove me to my most satisfying orgasm of the week yet. I cried out so loud I was afraid someone actually might hear it and discover me.

After several moments of letting my breathing settle I headed back to the cabin, again a mess. I would have to take another shower as my thighs were glistening, droplets of arousal sliding down my legs to the ground. My nipples still darkened and standing proudly erect. My hair tousled and half in my eyes. I stumbled off the trail and into the clearing around the cabin only to pause as something seemed different. Standing there exposed in the open air, a chill went down my spine as I realized next to my car a truck was parked.

A million thoughts went through my head in those moments as I realized how powerless I was right now. Clothes locked in my trunk and the only way to change that rested inside the cabin and wouldn't open for another two days. Just then the door swung open and a man about my age who looked vaguely familiar strolled out, his eyes taking their time to trail from the top of my head, down to my toes, and then back up. Only when he'd gotten a good look did I realize in my shock not only had I not even thought to cover myself with my hands, but they were full with my toys and he could easily tell between that and my disheveled nature that I had been a very naughty girl.

He offered me a warm smile. "Well. I didn't expect this but it is certainly a nice surprise. My sister told me her friend would be up here this week, so I figured I'd check on you to make sure everything is ok. But you look very satisfied and well tended to."

The feeling of vulnerability paralyzed me, my hands staying at my sides as he continued to ogle me. "Oh, hello. That's very kind of you I suppose. Excuse me while I clean up."

His expression grew amused as I headed not inside but again to the outdoor shower. I figured he'd already seen everything anyway and I had no way to change that for another two days unless he offered me some clothing. So I efficiently cleaned myself off, my movements a bit stiff as I noticed halfway through he'd moved around the side to watch my display. I made no effort to stop him, resigned to the fact that I was now at his mercy. Still he only watched, making no effort to touch or record me. That dangerous part of the back of my mind complained, sending me quick visions of him pressing me against the cabin, pulling out his engorged cock, and taking me roughly from behind as I willingly let him, crying out in pleasure. I shook my head, casting the lewd thoughts aside before drying myself off and walking past him into the cabin.

He joined me a few minutes later and watched as I prepared a meal for us after I obtained that he hadn't eaten yet. He leaned casually against the wall with his arms crossed. "So, I'm not complaining but I would assume that after getting discovered you'd probably want to cover up? Any reason you're not getting dressed? As much as I love the idea of a nude companion, especially one as adorable and obviously adventurous as yourself, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Setting the meal on the table I sat across from him, the table at just the right height that my perky breasts rested atop it, enticingly offered up for his viewing as I explained the fantasy I'd had and how I'd seized the opportunity to act it out up here never expecting to be discovered. He ate, his amusement growing as he listened to me before finally finishing and pushing back from the table to ponder me.

"So let me get this straight. You locked all your clothes away for a week and have just been cavorting around here displaying and getting yourself off like a wood nymph? That's amazing. I'm sorry I shattered your fantasy. Like I said I was only planning to check on you. Based on how you came out of the woods today I'd say not only are you fine but you're thriving. I'll head out and this will just be our little secret."

My eyes were slightly downcast as I sat before him meekly. What he said should make me happy. I had gotten to live out my fantasy of being discovered with no real repercussions beyond some embarrassment. But for some reason those naughty thoughts rose again. What if he stayed instead and took advantage of it? What if I now had a real audience as I displayed and touched myself? Or if he decided it wasn't enough to watch and instead took me anyway he pleased, using my little mouth or tight pussy as his personal pleasure holes?

Surprising him but even more myself, I looked up into his eyes. "What if you stayed? What if you watched me?" I paused, gulping nervously. "You could even touch or fuck me if it became too much for you."

For what felt like an eternity he stared at me thoughtfully. Finally he spoke up. "Look, this is obviously your first time exploring things like this but I'm actually pretty familiar with it. I think you're in what's called subspace right now. As such, you can't really consent to some things especially since we hadn't negotiated before it happened. Furthermore until you have access back to your clothing, you really have no power at all. I couldn't take advantage of that by touching you. However, you're already showing yourself off and engaging in very risky behavior. So I'm fine with hanging around and watching over you. I may even touch myself because you're beautiful and seem to have forgotten any inhibitions you may have previously had, which is hot. What do you think?"

The rational part of my mind screamed to tell him this wasn't me, to beg for something to cover myself with, then to leave me alone until I could get home and forget all this ever happened.

But the irrational part of me is what controlled my mouth now apparently. "I'm disappointed, but maybe I can eventually change your mind. It's a deal."

He shook his head. "Until that timer goes off and you've had time to get dressed and come down from all this, you're not going to change my mind no matter how hard you try. But, after that, we can definitely talk. I think we have similar kinks and could have some real fun."

I looked at him defiantly. "Challenge accepted. If nothing else, at least I'm going to enjoy my body." The gleam of amusement in his eyes at this did something inside me that I wasn't sure about yet.

We grew more comfortable around each other as the day progressed, despite the power dichotomy between us of him fully covered while I was completely naked. After dinner I grabbed my suction cup dildo again, mentioning I was going back out on the lake before asking if he was going to join. He followed me down, making sure to keep a respectful distance between us, before graciously taking the oars to row us out.

Once there, I moistened the suction cup, pressing it down to the seat right across from him before looking him in the eyes as I crouched just above, the tip pressed against my hungry slit. I maintained eye contact as I slid slowly down, bottoming out. My hands grabbed my tits, massaging them and pinching my nipples as I moaned in pleasure. I increased my rhythm, bouncing shamelessly on my toy for his enjoyment. My eyes noticed the bulge in his pants growing, but he made no movement his arms at his side as he watched me fuck myself in front of him to several orgasms.

Frustratingly he then simply waited for me to detach my toy and sit back down, before rowing us back to shore. I pouted, sucking on it suggestively out of spite which only seemed to amuse him, infuriating me further.

The next morning he was up before me, sitting on the porch sipping coffee before offering to get me one. I ignored his kindness before assuming my normal morning position, legs spread wide with my feet on the railing. I was determined to break his calm this morning. One hand pressed my wand against my clit while the other penetrated me with my favorite dildo. I was truly a sight, writhing in pleasure as I gave in to my base desires, getting myself off for him twice before I grew too sensitive.

To my delight when my eyes finally opened I saw him watching me, his cock released from its confines as he stroked it to my display. Considering how red and engorged it was, he was close to release so I dropped to my hands and knees crawling seductively over to him. Kneeling before him, I lifted my tits up, offering him a palette as I begged for him to spray me with his seed. Gloriously he relented, his hands moving faster on himself before finally he gave me my wish, spilling himself all over my face and chest.

I wiped my eyes clear with my finger, sucking on it suggestively and thanking him before scampering inside to obediently make us breakfast. I left myself shiny with his gift all through our meal not even bothering to shower that morning. Instead I grabbed my toys again and asked him to follow me to my favorite rock.

There I let him sit behind me as I debased myself, face down, ass up, moaning like a slut. As I heard his breathing change I turned, again kneeling before him and letting him cover me in even more of his seed. I stayed marked and with my own juices trailing down my legs the rest of the day, only reluctantly showering before bedtime.

The final day arrived and after another morning fingering session and shower we had almost forgotten about it before the alarm went off and the safe sprang open. I grabbed my keys and sprinted out to my trunk, quickly throwing on the bare minimum of clothes before coming back inside.

"Ok. I'm dressed and have my clothes back. Now will you please, please fuck me? You can have me anywhere and anyway you want as long as I feel you inside me. I'm begging you." I dropped to my knees submissively before him to reinforce the point.

To my complete disappointment he helped me back to my feet, wrapping me in a hug and giving me a tender kiss on the forehead. "That's not really how it works. You need time to make sure that's what you really want. Here's my number. Call me next weekend if you feel the same. And if you don't, this was still satisfying for both of us."

I pouted in the doorway as he drove off, even ripping off my clothing and tossing it out onto the ground in a huff. Still maybe he had a point. I'd never been like this before. Maybe that naughty voice in the back of my mind was leading me astray.

I spent the next week going through my normal routine. Since I regularly touched myself a couple times a week, although always previously in the privacy of my bedroom, I did that as well just to see if I could be satisfied with it. Frustratingly, my orgasms were small and distinctly unsatisfying.

The next weekend I stood in front of my mirror, trying to find the right angle and lighting before, for the first time in my life, taking explicit nude selfies of myself. Which I then proudly sent to him with only the caption "I've had time to think on it and I still want you inside me. Anywhere, anyway."

It's been several years now and he's helped me explore many of my fantasies. Always probing my boundaries to see how firm they really are. We've spent much time at the cabin, with him always locking my clothes away from me and controlling the keys. At my insistence he even recruited some of his friends as a controlled audience for me, being respectful of my boundaries but allowing me to be as slutty as I desire. We've even talked about going to one of those resorts where I can be fully naked and seen by dozens of strangers. The ones which also allow him to take me right in front of them when my needs are too much.