Leigh's Awakening, Vol 1 - The Hike
Copyright© 2022 by TopherLovesLeigh
Chapter 5
True Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Leigh's first exhibitionist experience.
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Wife Watching Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Public Sex
By the time Leigh and I made it back to camp, the late-morning sun had burned away the last traces of dampness from the rain, leaving the clearing warm and golden. The air carried that dry, papery whisper of leaves brushing in a post-storm breeze. The plastic water jugs swung from my hands, their weight shifting with each step, while Leigh kept pace beside me. Her long, dark ponytail swayed like a ribbon, damp wisps curling around her temples. Her Chuck Taylors scuffed over pebbles, and the thin cotton of her T-shirt clung to the gentle sway of her braless breasts.
She looked calmer now ... grounded. Her earlier, ravenous edge softened by the fuck session on the way to the pump. Still, I caught that glint in her eye, the one that meant her mind was already plotting something wicked. I knew that look.
Back at camp, Fritz had rigged a lean-to from a tarp and some branches to protect the firewood, and Laura was lounging by the fire, legs folded beneath her like a sun-warmed cat. She wore the same khaki shorts from yesterday, a tied-up T-shirt baring a narrow strip of pale midriff. Fritz was shirtless, perched on a log and stoking the fire with a stick, pretending to be industrious.
“Well, look who survived the pump,” he called, smirking. “Was starting to think you two had run off to start your own little colony.”
“Only if it’s a nudist colony,” I said, glancing at Leigh, “and she’s the mayor.”
She rolled her eyes and bumped her hip against mine as I set the jugs down with a solid thud.
We busied ourselves with the low, lazy rhythm of camp chores, checking drying boots, rearranging sleeping bags, tightening tent stakes, adjusting tarp lines ... until Fritz broke the quiet.
“So...” he began, voice thick with amusement, “Since we’re all just hanging around ... any chance we can revisit yesterday’s fashion trend?”
Leigh froze mid-step, a note of caution in her voice. “Fashion trend?”
“Topless trailblazing,” Fritz grinned.
Laura snorted without looking up. “You two are impossible.”
“But hopeful,” I added, arching a brow.
“Not gonna happen,” Leigh said, though her mouth curved in a way that betrayed her. She folded her arms, more a performance than modesty, and added, “The time has passed. Besides, you saw more than enough yesterday.”
“Not even close,” I muttered under my breath.
Her smirk deepened, a faint blush warming her cheeks.
Fritz broke out a frisbee and while Leigh and Laura made lunch, he and I played catch. Fritz was really into Ultimate Frisbee, and he took even just playing catch with a frisbee seriously. Having played football in high school and currently on the Aggie rugby team, I thought his dedication to the sport was ... cute.
About half an hour in, Laura’s voice broke the silence of the forest. “Food’s ready!”
I made one last toss to Fritz and headed over to the fire. Leigh handed me an open bag of Fritos with chili poured over the chips. Smiling at Leigh and Laura, I commented, “Not exactly fine dining ... but it’ll do.”
We ate quietly, the fire crackling beneath the midday sun. I had developed quite an appetite working around the camp, fetching the water, not to mention the early morning fuck with Leigh and I did not realize how hungry I was.
Once the last bite was gone, Laura took the pot down to the stream to wash it. Fritz and I secured the food from curious critters. By the time Laura returned, she and Fritz had decided on a walk, leaving Leigh and me in the rare quiet of an empty camp.
I took Leigh’s hand and led her to the stream. Settling against the rough bark of a tree, I pulled her into my lap. She fit there easily, her back pressing to my chest, my arms wrapping around her waist ... we talked.
Despite the exciting events of the camping trip the conversation was ordinary ... almost mundane. Leigh discussed how she was nervous about her upcoming Macroeconomics Final. Our plans for the Summer Break. How my parents’ around the world cruise would leave their Palm Beach house wide open for us. I told her I could not wait to get her out on the water. She had never been to Florida and was excited about seeing my hometown.
At some point, our words slowed. I rested my chin on her shoulder, breathing her in. The breeze lifted her hair, carrying the faint scent of her shampoo, and her body relaxed fully against me. As I slowly rubbed her breast, feeling her erect nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt, she tilted her head, catching my gaze from the corner of her eye, with a childish grin.
“I need to poop,” she said with mock seriousness. “How exactly does one do that in the woods?”
I barked a laugh. “Find a log, sit with your ass hanging off, or just squat. Time-honored tradition.”
She twisted to face me, eyes wide in faux outrage. “You got to be kidding me!”.”
I reached to tickle her ribs, but she slipped from my lap, darting just out of reach. Sticking her tongue out at me like a petulant child, she sauntered toward camp with exaggerated sway, the movement pulling my eyes inevitably to her perfectly shaped ass.
Reaching into our tent she retrieved a roll of toilet paper. Walking off into the woods she held roll above her head as if to wave to me. “Wish me luck!”
As she disappeared, I yelled after her, “Humans have been shitting in the woods for thousands of years ... you’ll figure it out!”
Moments after Leigh vanished into the trees, I caught the murmur of voices and the faint crunch of boots on the damp earth. Looking up, I saw one of the Scout Master leading a line of about ten boys into our clearing, each one clutching a map and compass like they were cartographers.
“Hey there,” I called, straightening from the fire.
“Hey,” the Scout Master replied, glancing down at his map before back at me. “We’re working on their Orienteering Merit Badge.”
I recognized several faces from earlier; several of the same boys who had been clustered near the water pump when Leigh had made visit to the water pump earlier. Their eyes wandered over the camp, searching for her, for Laura ... anyone who might spark the same unspoken thrill they had experienced that morning. The faint disappointment on their faces was almost comical.
“That’s a hard one.” I chuckled, “It took me a while to get that merit badge.”
The man gave me a once-over, as though sizing up whether I was bluffing. “You were a Scout?”
“Yep,” I said easily. “Actually, I was an Eagle Scout.”
“Well, I’ll be.” He chuckled and shook his head. “We’d better get moving before we lose the sun.”
As they filed out toward the far side of the clearing, in the same direction Leigh had gone, I called after them, “Good luck!”
About five minutes later, Leigh emerged from the tree line, her movements brisk and uneven. Her cheeks were flushed ... not the rosy glow of pleasure, but the deep color of someone caught off guard. She seemed a little frantic.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, stepping forward and catching her by the arms.
She fell against me with a breathless little gasp. “Those Boy Scouts ... they surprised me.”
I blinked. “Surprised you?”
“I was just finishing pooping when they came up on me,” she said quickly, her voice tight with mortification. “And even though the Scout Master was trying to herd them past, they just stood there ... watching me. Watching me wipe my butt and pull up my shorts.”
I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the tension thrumming through her shoulders and said softly, “They’re gone now,”
She drew in a sharp breath and let it out with a shaky laugh that was half a sniffle. “God, it was humiliating. I don’t think I’ve ever been that embarrassed.”
When she finally pulled away, she moved slowly toward our tent, still clutching the roll of toilet paper. I figured she just wanted to put it away and shake off the moment. I turned back to the fire, coaxing life from the red coals until flames began licking at the fresh kindling. Five minutes passed before I realized she hadn’t returned.
Curious, I wandered toward the tent. The flap was open just enough for me to see inside. Leigh was sprawled on her back atop our sleeping bag, one leg bent, the other half-trapped in her bunched-up shorts, tangled around her ankle. Her breathing was already ragged. Her hand moved slowly between her thighs, fingers parting her thin pussy lips with languid, deliberate strokes. The soft sheen of her arousal caught the dim sunlight filtering into the tent.
At first, her touch was exploratory; slow circles, a teasing brush of her fingertips that made her hips give little, involuntary rolls. But as the heat built, so did her urgency. Her body tensed, back arching as her movements grew faster, more insistent, her breath breaking into quick, uneven gasps. Leigh then focused her attention on her clit. Initially her rubbing was gently erotic but as her arousal crested, she attacked her nub with fire starting friction.
She tilted her head back, a flush creeping down her neck, her lips parting with a low, unrestrained moan. The sound was pure release, raw and unfiltered. A shiver ran through her body as the orgasm tore through her, her legs stiffening, her chest heaving.
I did not interrupt. I stayed where I was, silent, letting her have the space to drift in that haze. Watching her then, I knew something had shifted. Months later, I would recognize this as the moment the line between humiliation and pleasure blurred for her, the first step into a kink she would explore with a hunger that would change us both.
After a while, she emerged from the tent and came to sit beside me by the fire. Her head rested lightly on my shoulder, her body loose now, the earlier tension gone.
“Feeling better?” I asked, slipping an arm around her.
She gave a small, wicked smile, her voice low. “Much better.”
We stayed like that for a while, the two of us by the fire, the air still warm with late afternoon sun. The quiet between us was not awkward ... it was a kind of unspoken understanding, a shared secret that neither of us needed to discuss just yet.
The sound of approaching footsteps broke the spell. Laura and Fritz emerged from the trail, their hair wind-tossed, clothes slightly damp from their walk. Fritz had a contented look he always wore after time outdoors, while Laura’s cheeks were pink from her exertion.
“Hey,” Laura greeted, tossing her canteen by her tent. “We saw a deer about a mile down the path. Big one.”
“Nice,” I said.
Fritz gave the fire a quick glance. “We’ve got just enough light left to get the woodpile topped off before the chill sets in.”
The rest of the afternoon slid into easy routine. Fritz and I collected more wood while Laura tidied up the cooking area. Leigh busied herself with sorting gear, but every so often I would catch her glancing at me; quick, secretive flashes of a look that carried the faintest trace of what had just happened in the tent. There was something almost feline about her movements now, a languidness in her hips, like she was quietly savoring the afterglow.
As the sun dipped low, shadows stretched across the clearing. The temperature dropped with it, the dampness from the previous day’s rain settled back into the air. We gathered around the fire as Fritz got a pot of stew going, beans, potatoes, and the last of the chili. The scent curled into the air, mingling with the sharp bite of woodsmoke.
Laura poured mugs of something from a bottle ... whiskey. Leigh wrapped her hands around the chipped enamel cup like she needed the warmth of the alcohol to seep into her bones.
We ate in the slow, lazy way you do when you have earned your hunger. Conversation meandered ... from half-serious debates about the upcoming Presidential election, to Fritz telling some exaggerated story about a run-in with raccoons at another campsite. Leigh laughed at all the right spots, but I could tell she was not entirely in the moment. Every so often, her eyes would drop, her tongue brushing her bottom lip, and I knew she was thinking about something else entirely.
When the stew was gone, Laura leaned back on her elbows, gazing up at the canopy. “We should take a night hike after it’s fully dark. The stars are insane out here.”
“Yeah,” Fritz agreed. “Once the fire dies down a bit.”
The idea sat between us as the fire popped and hissed. Leigh shifted closer to me, enough so that our knees brushed. The contact was small, almost nothing, but her weight against me was deliberate. My hand found the small of her back, fingers tracing lazy patterns through the fabric of her shirt.
Laura and Fritz began bickering lightly over who should clean up, their voices carrying just enough to cover the quiet conversation Leigh and I slipped into.
“You’ve been quiet,” I murmured.
Her lips curved into a private smile. “Just ... thinking about earlier.”
I did not need to ask which ‘earlier’ she meant.
“Still embarrassed?” I asked.
Her green eyes met mine in the firelight ... steady, unflinching. “Not exactly.”
There was a pause, a beat where the world outside the firelight seemed to recede. “It’s not what I thought it would feel like,” she said softly. “When I realized they could see me, I felt ... exposed. Powerless. But then...” She broke off, glancing toward Laura and Fritz, then back to me. “It changed. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“You don’t have to,” I said.
She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I’m so confused. I shouldn’t like it ... but I do. What’s more scary ... think I’m beginning to crave it.”
The words sent a ripple of heat through me, pooling low and heavy.
Before I could answer, Laura clapped her hands. “Alright, let’s go see those stars.”
Leaving the fire to smolder, we followed the narrow trail into the night. The moon was a pale arc above the treetops, and the air was crisp enough to make every breath feel fresh and sharp. Fritz led with a flashlight, sweeping the beam ahead, while Laura trailed behind him. Leigh walked beside me, close enough that our shoulders bumped from time to time, her hand gripping mine.
We reached a small clearing where the trees opened to an expanse of sky that seemed impossibly wide. Stars hung like frost on black glass. Fritz and Laura moved off to one side, their voices low, leaving Leigh and me in our own pocket of darkness. She tilted her head back, eyes on the sky, but her fingers found my wrist, guiding my hand to the curve of her waist.
“Cold?” I whispered.
Her lips curved, slow and knowing. “Not really.”
Leigh stayed close to me, her hip brushing mine every few steps. She was looking at the stars, yes ... but she was also watching me from the corner of her eye. There was a restlessness in her, something coiled and electric.
Fritz’s flashlight beam swept lazily over the ground as he and Laura wandered toward the far edge, pointing out constellations to each other like the two of them were the only people in the world. We heard Laura laughing at something Fritz said.
Turning back to us, Fritz called over, “You guys ready to head back?”
We retraced the trail in silence, the fire in camp now just a deep orange glow. Fritz tossed a few more logs onto it while Laura dug out marshmallows. The mood turned easy again ... talk, laughter, the occasional hiss of sap in the flames.
Laura refilled the cups with whiskey as we ate toasted marshmallows. Leigh tentatively picked at the chard bits pulling them off the outside of the marshmallow before seductively popping it in her mouth. She looked at me, opened her mouth, and rolled the fluff around with her tongue ... mimicking having a load of sperm in her mouth.
I just shook my head at her and subtly grabbed my cock through my shorts. Her fingers graze my thigh, then lingered. Her hand slowly moved to my groin and just before she encountered my hardening prick, she pulled her hand back teasingly.
Finishing the last swig of whiskey, Leigh stood up and announced, “I’m beat ... I think it’s time for bed.”
Instead of heading to our tent right away, she lingered in the shadows just outside the light of the campfire. When I glanced over, she held my gaze, a sly half-smile on her lips, and she motioned for me to follow before vanishing inside the tent.
Following Leigh’s lead, I stood up stretched, and said to Laura and Fritz, “Me too.”
“Don’t lie to us.” Fritz joked with his Cajun accent, “You’re not going to sleep.”
Chuckling, I responded, “Well, eventually I’ll get some sleep.”
Inside the tent, the dim light from the fire outside bled through the fabric, painting Leigh in warm, shifting amber. She was kneeling on our sleeping bag completely nude her clothes lay discarded in a soft heap beside her. Her skin glowed in the half-light, and the look in her green eyes told me this was not just about pleasure ... it was about control, about controlling her desire.
She beckoned me closer with a curl of her finger.
I ducked through the flap, the night air falling away from my skin as the heat of the tent took over. The thin fabric walls trembled faintly in the breeze, carrying the muffled rhythm of Laura and Fritz’s voices outside.
Leigh’s cheeks flushed from more than just the cold. Her bare breasts jiggled as her chest rose and fell with each breath. Her arousal was evident in her erect nipples that seemed to throb with each heartbeat. The soft glow of the firelight bleeding through the tent walls wrapped her skin in shifting copper shadows.
She crawled toward me with slow, deliberate movements, her eyes locked on mine in a way that made it impossible to think about anything else. My knees hit the sleeping bag, and she rose onto hers, closing the last inches between us.
Sliding her fingers under my shirt, Leigh traced my spine in slow, teasing lines, pulling me in until our hips pressed together. Her hand slid lower, curling between us. My own fingers found the back of her thigh, slipping higher to cup her firm ass cheeks, the heat of her skin pulling me in. She bit her lip to stifle a sound as I grazed the edge of her sensitive ass hole, the muscles of her stomach tensing under my touch.
Her breath was warm at my ear as she earnestly whispered, “I need to be satisfied ... Do you think you can satisfy me?”
Separating from me, she reached down drawing two fingers slowly across her moist pussy, and the wet sound was loud in the cramped heat of the tent. The air inside the tent was thick ... warmer than it should have been ... every breath tasting of Leigh’s arousal and the faint, smoky scent from the fire outside.
Guiding my hand to her pussy, Leigh parted her knees just enough for me to settle between them. Her thighs trembled, not from cold, but from my sensual rubbing of her slit. She arched into my touch when my fingers found her clit. I could feel her pulse hammering through her sensitive button.
“Harder!” she breathed, her voice trembling with the effort to keep from cumming.
Her hips shifted in tiny, frantic motions, trying to draw more from my hand without making it obvious. I bent forward, pressing my lips against the curve of her neck, letting my breath drag slowly over her skin.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, so low I almost did not catch it. “I’m so clo...” She cut herself off with a sharp inhale when I slid a finger inside her.