Page 64 of Feasting on Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies)

GAVIN

Sunday was our first outing as a group. Since none of us had to work that day, we planned to take a hike near Lake Michigan. There was a flurry of text messages between us as we prepared for the day. Donovan was going to drive since he had the biggest car. Petra was going to bring a picnic, and I’d signed up to bring my camera.

At the last minute, I stole Petra’s task from her. Let me pack the lunch, I wrote. I’ll bring some new foods for you to try.

Everyone agreed, and I stopped by the local Indian supermarket for supplies. Petra cooked for a living, but everything she made was American or French. In my travels, I’d developed a taste for more exotic foods, and I knew exactly where to get them. There were some factory-made cookies that looked like giant Oreos, and some spicy beef kabobs in a wonderful sauce. I filled my cart with all the things I had been craving, then took them home to pack the picnic basket.

We set off late in the morning. It took about an hour to get to the spot, and we took the time to catch each other up on everything that was going on. Cory mentioned that he had spoken to Petra’s mother about Patrick.

“Hopefully she can smack some sense into him,” Cory said.

“What do you think about that, Petra?” I asked.

“I’m all for it,” she said.

Donovan rounded a turn and pulled up to the trailhead. It was in a remote location, accessible only by a dirt road. We were pretty much assured of privacy as we stepped out into the forest. Not only did I pack lunch, but I had something else in mind than a long, sweaty walk. Something better.

The trail itself was narrow, almost a game trail in parts. We stretched out single file to push our way through the bushes. After about a mile, we came to a babbling brook with clear, cold water that cascaded down toward the lake.

“Let’s stop here for lunch,” Donovan suggested.

Everyone agreed, and we put our stuff down.

“I want to get some pictures of you,” I told Petra. “For posterity.”

“No!” She shied away. “I look awful.”

“You don’t look awful!” Cory objected.

“You look beautiful,” Donovan announced.

“But I’m all sweaty from the walk,” she complained.

“I’ve got a cure for that,” I replied. “I’m going to take nude photos.”

Petra gasped, looking from me to the other two men in shock. “You can’t.”

“I’m not going to post them,” I assured her. “It will just be a souvenir for the three of us to remember this day.”

Petra’s cheeks turned a gentle shade of pink. “I’ve never taken nude photos before.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” I said.

She licked her lips hesitantly. “Should I just…”

“I’ll help,” Cory offered.

He stepped up, taking hold of the hem of Petra’s shirt. With the utmost care, he slid the garment up and over her head, revealing her bra. Petra turned around, allowing Cory to unlatch the hooks. He released the supporting straps and draped both the shirt and the bra over the picnic basket.

Next, Cory reached around Petra from behind, slipping his thumbs beneath the waistband of her yoga pants. He slid the fabric down her hips, past her thighs, and over her calves. She delicately stepped out of the pants, holding on to Cory for balance.

Cory set the pants down with the rest of the clothes and turned to address the final issue. Petra stood before us, dressed only in her underwear. I took several pictures, loving the contrast between her creamy skin and the dark lace of the panties.

Cory took his time, reaching under the fabric to stroke her behind before gliding the last of Petra’s clothes to the ground. She was completely nude, and just a little bit embarrassed. It was sweet. I knew from experience that she wasn’t shy. It must have been the camera that added just enough danger to make her heart race.

Cory wasn’t finished with her yet. He slid his hands around her waist, stroking upward to cup her breasts. I didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. I wanted pictures of just Petra, but that would have to wait. Filling the memory card with images of their lovemaking, I watched as Cory and Petra dropped to all fours.

It was fantastic stuff, much better than anything I had ever photographed before. The backdrop of the woods made it all the more sensual. Like wild beasts, they came together, letting everything hang loose. Seeing Petra fucked was almost as satisfying as fucking her myself. But by the time Cory was done, I was ready to take a turn on the opposite side of the camera.

Donovan beat me to it, tagging Cory out when the first man was done. Petra moaned, saddled again with a second lover so soon. I crouched to get some good shots of her face. I captured the pure bliss she experienced as one orgasm crashed upon another.

Fortunately, I had thought to bring a blanket so that when it was my turn, we could stretch out on the ground. Cory and Donovan turned away, giving us a modicum of privacy. Petra was glowing as I pleasured her, taken beyond the limits of human enjoyment by her three willing men.

When it was all over, I took a thousand more shots of her from every angle. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, lying naked on the blanket, numb from all the activity. The three of us got dressed again and sat down around her to share the meal.

She came back to life slowly, laughing at us for using her as a table. The pictures would always remind me of that day, and I was determined to repeat the experiment as soon as possible. After an hour or so waiting for Petra to revive, we helped her back into her clothing. The hike back to the car was much simpler, and we all piled in, exhausted but happy. It looked like our little arrangement was going to work out after all. Petra was woman enough to handle all three of us—and enchanting enough to make her worth it.

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