1 comments/ 61881 views/ 11 favorites The Bush Girl Ch. 01 By: tony090909 I read the story No Woman's Land by Victoriajohn and very much enjoyed it. It inspired me to write this variant on the theme. If you enjoy this story then part two describes what happens to Kim when she gets to the ranch where she will work. ----------------------------------------------- I left school in the summer and through friends of the family I got a job working as a nanny to the manager at a mining station in a remote part of Australia. My idea was that I would work there for about a year, tour Australia for a few months with the money I'd earned and then head back home to England. So in early July I found myself on a train to a remote part of Australia. Towards the end of the journey there was only myself and an older woman in the compartment. She asked where I was going and I said the end of the line. Was anyone meeting me? No I explained. I'd been told to take the train to the end of the line, then catch the coach to Munroe's Station where I would be working. The woman raised her eyebrows at that. "It's rough out there. They don't see many women, so you'll be the center of attention. No insult intended miss, but I would change that top of yours." "What do you mean?" "A hint of cleavage and they'll go mad. Wear a nice dress so they'll treat you like a lady." I didn't think my top showed very much, but at the first opportunity I got my case down and changed into a summery dress which buttoned all the way up the front and went to just above my knees. The woman got off two stops before me. So I traveled the last stretch alone. It was harsh, but dramatic country and the sun beat down from a clear blue sky. At the end of the line I got down from the train and was hit by a wall of heat. I asked the attendant where the coach left from and he said outside the bar. There was no mistaking the bar because it was the only building and had a large sign telling you it was Murphy's Bar. I picked up my case and walked across. There was a notice over the front entrance saying men only, so I went round the back looking for the women's room. I did a full circuit of the building, but the only other doors were one to the men's loo and another into a kitchen at the back of the bar. I walked round the building again in case I had missed something, but there was nothing. So I headed in through the front entrance. The conversation stopped dead and about thirty men turned to look at me. Feeling rather intimidated I walked up to the barman who cast a quizzical eye over me. "G'day miss." "Hello. I've got three hours to wait for my coach to Munroe's Crossing and I can't see that there is a ladies waiting room. Is it OK if I wait in here?" "Men only in here. The only way you can stay is if you agree to the rules on the notice board." He pointed to the notice board over on the wall to my left. I looked at it and almost dropped my case in amazement. Several pairs of knickers were pinned to it and at the top in large lettering it said "Ladies who wish to stay in here must remove their knickers." I looked back at the barman. "Is that a joke?" "A joke?" he said. "Definitely not. You're welcome to a seat in here as long as you take your knickers off." "No way," I said and headed out to various derisive comments and whistles from the watching miners. It was sweltering outside and after ten minutes the train pulled away leaving the place eerily quiet. I went round the back to try and get some shade, but the flies were bad, so I had to return to the front. I'd been out there for over half an hour and was feeling hot and dried out, when one of the miners came out. "Coach has broken down and there'll be a delay of at least two hours." I looked at my watch - that meant over four hours to wait in this heat! I hung on grimly for another twenty minutes and then I knew I was beaten - I couldn't stand out there for another four minutes, never mind four hours. I picked up my case and headed back inside. "Alright you win, but please can I have a drink first." He took the top off a bottle of ice-cold beer and handed it to me. "Water please," I said. "We don't serve water and it's off anyway, so it's beer or nothing." I was so thirsty it didn't seem to matter much. I took the beer and it was wonderful to feel the cold liquid going down my parched throat. In no time I'd finished it and he passed me another without comment. That went the same way as the first, so he passed me a third. I had drunk half of that before I realised that I was drinking too much too quickly. The worst of my thirst had gone, so I sat down, but there was an outburst of boos and complaints. "Come on miss, time to keep your side of the bargain," said the barman. "Give me a minute," I said taking another swig of my beer. There was obviously no way out of it, so to cheers from the whole room I stood up. Blushing madly I reached up under my dress and pulled my knickers down whilst being very careful not to let them see too much of my legs (and certainly nothing higher up!). There were lots of cheers and ribald remarks as I handed them to the barman and he proceeded to pin them to the notice board. Fortunately they were plain white cotton ones, heaven knows how excited they would have got if they had been lacy black ones. I sat down acutely aware of my knickerless state. Men kept coming across offering to buy me a drink, but I refused. The barman (who it turned out was the owner) told them to leave me alone, but some of them got quite aggressive with him and there was soon an argument at the bar. Eventually the owner came across to me. "Sorry miss I'm trying to protect you, but the lads want some more fun. To pacify them I've said you'll show them what you have under your dress." "What do you mean?" "I'm sorry, but you'll have to lift your dress and give them a flash of your pussy. I've tried to talk them out of it, but they won't accept less and I reckon if you refuse they'll just ignore me and grab hold of you and that will be worse." "Can't you call the police?" "The nearest policeman is 300 miles away. There are no police around here." He took hold of my arm and guided me across to the bar. What with the situation, the heat and the beers I'd drunk I felt quite lightheaded. I stood with my back to the bar and my legs slightly apart, then I took hold of the hem of my dress and raised it until it was round my waist. The cheers and comments were clamorous. There were lots of remarks about what a lovely furry pussy I had and so on. What I didn't understand was the calls for the cards to be dealt out. The owner said no, she's done what you wanted, but several of them told him there would be a riot if he didn't get the cards. He looked at me, shrugged and picked up a pack of cards which he proceeded to deal out, one to each man. I hadn't a clue what was going on, but I didn't like the look of it. He dealt out just over half of the cards and took the leftover ones back to the bar. "Aces only", he said. "Nothing else." There were several cries of aces and kings, but he shook his head and insisted on aces only. I had a worrying feeling that I was the prize in some sort of competition. "OK", he said. "Check your cards - do we have anyone with an ace?" Three grinning miners stood up, whilst the rest jeered and moaned. There was a general commotion, a space was cleared and a bedroll was thrown down on the floor. The three men came over, I tried to back away, but I was against the bar and there was nowhere to go. Two of them grabbed my arms and the third one started to undo the buttons down the front of my dress. I struggled and begged him to stop, but it made no difference and soon my dress was completely unbuttoned. Once that was done they took me and pushed me down onto the bedroll. The guy who'd unbuttoned my dress told the others that he would make sure I was ready. He pushed my knees apart and his head went between my legs. The shock was tremendous. I was still a virgin and the furthest I'd gone was to allow a couple of boys to get their hands inside my knickers, so I was quite unprepared for a grown man going down on me. I closed my eyes so that I couldn't see all the watching men, but that only made me even more aware of the tongue probing into my pussy. I jerked with shock as he found my clit. To the watching men it may have looked like I was trying to get away, but in truth, and to my amazement, a wave of pleasure swept through my body. The miner moved away and kneeling upright declared that I was ready. I kept my eyes shut, but could hear the sounds of him unfastening his trousers. So this was it. I had secretly planned to lose my virginity on this trip. I'd had visions of some handsome Australian lad making love to me on a secluded beach at sunset - the reality was turning out to be very different. He moved between my legs and carefully positioned himself so that his warm hard prick rested against my cunt lips. Thankfully he eased himself into me gently, though I couldn't help gasping as he penetrated me. Once he was in he started to fuck me properly. With my eyes shut tight I was able to blot out the rest of the room. All I could feel were the sensations as his big hard cock fucked my virgin pussy. It wasn't long before he speeded up, then gave an extra deep thrust and for the first time ever I felt a man come inside me. His prick jerked and there was a warm, wet feeling as he pumped his sperm into me. He lay on me for a moment, but there were cries for him to move over, so he levered himself off. I opened my eyes and saw the second man stood over me. He hauled his trousers down and a powerful erect cock sprang into view. He mounted me and positioned his cock. I was wet through and it only took one thrust and he was deep inside me. I experienced the sensations of another man fucking me, then it was his turn to fire his sperm into my fanny. Before he entered me the third man unfastened my bra and pushed it up and out of the way. I still had my eyes shut, but I could hear the miners shouting for him to give them a good view of my tits. He made sure they got an eyeful, then he put his cock in me and proceeded to give me a good fucking. Finally it was his turn to gasp and groan and my pussy received another load of come. At last I was free to stand up. The owner said I could go through to a back room. He showed me into a small and rather sparse bedroom. "Take your time in here miss", he said. "The coach has been cancelled and won't be running until tomorrow. It's not too unusual out here." I tidied myself up, then lay down on the bed. It had been a strange, almost surreal, day. My last thought before I feel asleep was of the surprising feeling of those cocks once they were inside me - much bigger and harder than I had expected. I awoke with a start. The light was fading, so I flicked the light switch. A tray with some food and drink was on the side. I opened the door and could hear the sounds of the bar, so I closed it again. I ate everything on the tray then cautiously opened the door and took the tray into the kitchen. As I was coming out the owner appeared. "You're awake, good. It's probably best to stay in your room, but let me know if you want anything." He knocked on the door a couple of minutes later and passed me a bottle of beer. At first I left it, but it was such a boring evening that I ended up sat on the bed swigging beer out of a bottle. By ten o'clock I was bored and sleepy enough to change into a nightshirt and get into bed. Eventually I drifted off to sleep, the noises from the bar a constant reminder of where I was. I had a vivid dream - a man was feeling between my legs, stroking my pussy and slipping a finger into me. I tried to push the hem of my nightshirt down, but it was no good. His prick slid between my cunt lips, then he was pushing my nightshirt up and sucking at my tits. I woke with a start. This was no dream. A man was between my legs and was thrusting into me. I cried out, but a voice I recognized as the owners told me to not to bother shouting there was no-one around. I struggled and tried to push him off, but he kept thrusting into me and told me I was wasting my time. He said that without him this afternoon would have been much worse, so one good turn deserved another. I kept struggling, pushing against him, but somehow what was almost a fight, changed into a frantic fuck. My cries of anger became ones of pleasure as his prick pounded into me. Feeling the waves of an orgasm surging through me I wrapped my legs round him and pulled him close. My ecstatic cries were echoed by his groans as he flooded my cunt with his spunk. We lay there for a while then he dressed. He told me he'd bring some breakfast and lunch and that it was probably best if I stayed in the room until the coach came. When he'd gone I looked at my watch - 1:30 in the morning. I tried to get back to sleep, but it was difficult because I kept thinking of what had happened. A few hours ago I had been a virgin who had taken a lot of persuading to even let a boy put his hand up my dress. Now four different men had fired their sperm into my pussy. Part of me was horrified at what had happened, but if I'm totally honest a secret part of me was happy. It seemed that those few hours had turned me from a naïve, inexperienced girl into a confident woman aware of her own sexuality. Certainly when the owner brought the breakfast and tried to talk me into having sex again, I found it very easy to spurn his advances. I stayed in the room all morning and when the coach came I hurriedly boarded it, ignoring the remarks of the watching miners. The Bush Girl Ch. 02 This story will make more sense if you have read Part 1 first. * It was a long and boring drive to the ranch where I would be working. Within a few days I knew that it was a mistake. The manager was an unsmiling man who fortunately wasn't around much, but his wife was a sarcastic woman who seemed to take a dislike to me and made life as difficult as she could. I wasn't so much a nanny, more a slave. The men working there sympathized and said she was a bitch, but it was difficult to strike up any friendships, because they all made it clear that what they really wanted to do was fuck me. They called me the bush girl, which I assumed was a reference to the bush country all around us. However one of the men put me right and said it was because they'd heard about the events at Murphy's Bar and had been told that I had a lovely furry bush. I decided to leave as soon as possible, though the problem was that I needed to work several more weeks in order to have the money to get back to Perth. Then one day I got chatting to a bush pilot called Mike who visited every week or so to drop off any urgent supplies. He made it clear that he regarded me as bedworthy material, but at least he did it in a light-hearted and inoffensive manner. I happened to overhear him saying that in two weeks time he would be making one of his occasional flights to Perth, so they should let him know if there were any special items required. That set me thinking and I managed to have a word with him when no one was listening and asked him if he would give me a lift to Perth. "What's it worth?" was his loaded response. I was prepared for that and had my answer ready. "Alright, you'll get what you want, as long as you don't tell the owners or anyone else. I want to get away from here and I don't want anyone stopping me." "OK," he said. "You've got a deal. But I don't want any misunderstanding. I'll give you a lift as long as I get to sleep with you." I gave him a cool smile. "Don't worry. Get me away from here and you can fuck me." So two weeks later I moved my case out to one of the outbuildings without anyone noticing. I wrote a letter of resignation which I put on my bed. As soon as the pilot arrived I managed to slip out to our agreed meeting place. He waved me across and I scurried into the plane and within a few seconds we were airborne. The red earth fell away and we rose into a blue sky with the bush country stretching away to the horizon. It was very noisy in the cockpit and Mike passed me a headset. "Here use this, it's easier than shouting. We'll be flying for four hours, then we'll land at an emergency landing strip where there's an outpost that we can use for the night." I was a bit surprised at that. Nothing had been said about an overnight stop and I said as much to Mike. "OK sorry for springing it on you, but I thought it was better than a grunting quickie somewhere. I've brought food and stuff so we'll be comfortable and it's a beautiful, secluded place - the real Australia. I think you'll like it." Suitably reassured I settled down and enjoyed the flight. Flying at a few thousand feet is much better than being in a big airliner. You're high enough to get the scale of the place, but low enough to see some detail. At one stage we could see kangaroos bounding away across the plain. Mike pulled out the chart and showed me where we were headed for - a bush station called Miller's Crossing. It was another three hours flight and the scenery gradually changed, it was still bush country, but became more rugged, with several rocky outcrops. I looked at Mike. He was probably in his early thirties. Quite good looking, reasonably slim and nearly six foot tall. I'd heard he was divorced but I knew nothing about the circumstances. It wouldn't be long and I would be expected to spread my legs for him. I didn't mind and to be perfectly honest I was looking forward to it. After nearly two months at that desolate ranch I was desperate for a friendly touch, and if it came right down to it I was up for a good fucking. I had discovered that I liked sex and just thinking about it was getting me all moistly aroused. One thing I had realised was that not all dicks felt the same and I found myself idly wondering how big Mike's prick was. The landing was uneventful and I helped Mike unload the gear from the plane. The bush station was a single wood and metal building partly shaded by a large tree. To my surprise it wasn't even locked. "Not many thieves out here," laughed Mike. "This place is hardly ever used and anyway I've checked the flight plans and there's no one even in the area. We won't be disturbed." There were just three rooms - a kitchen with a stove and sink (both working), a bathroom and a bedroom with two beds. The mattresses were wrapped in plastic sheets which Mike removed and replaced with the sheets he had brought. He'd also brought a hamper full of food and he said that the sun was dropping in the sky so it would be a great time to eat outdoors. We spread a large rug under one of the trees and put the food out. Mike had even brought some wine, I bet the miners would have been disgusted that he hadn't brought any beer! To my surprise he seemed happy just to chat. He asked a bit about my background so I told him a few details (the events at Murphy's Bar were never mentioned, though he must have heard about them). I asked a bit about him and he said he had been married, but got divorced five years ago and since then there hadn't been anyone. I didn't pry, but I got the feeling that he was desperate for some female company and this was a big event for him. When the food was finished we topped up our glasses and watched the setting sun. "They say this place has the most beautiful sunsets in the country, but you're even more beautiful," said Mike and he leaned across and kissed me. I smiled inwardly; he didn't have to come up with corny lines, I'd said he could fuck me and I was happy to keep my promise. He unbuttoned my blouse then slipped his hand inside and stroked my breasts. After a short while he reached behind my back and unclipped my bra, then he pushed it up and out of the way. I think my breasts are one of my best features - not big and gross, but definitely not flat-chested and with very sensitive nipples and large dark aureole. I was delighted when his head went down and he began to suck and lick them. I ran my fingers through his hair and gasped and moaned. Suitably encouraged he ran his hand up my thigh and I parted my legs to allow him easy access. He stroked my pussy through my knickers. I was wet through down there and my knickers must have been damp to his touch. Another wave of love juice surged to my cunt as Mike's fingers delved past my pubic hairs. He slid a finger into my wetness, then two, and then he began to finger fuck me. It was very nice, but I wanted the real thing. I felt between his legs and was rewarded by the feel of a rock hard erection. I was impatient to have it inside me and Mike was obviously impatient as well because he started to tug at my knickers. I raised my bottom to make it easier for him and seconds later a pair of black panties were carelessly tossed to one side. "Undress me," I whispered in his ear. He slipped my blouse and bra off, then fumbled with the fastener on my skirt. Soon that was discarded and I stood naked. As he unbuttoned his shirt I unzipped his trousers and pushed them down. Quickly I pulled his pants down and his erect prick sprang into view. I grabbed hold of it with both hands. I'd never been bold enough to feel any of the boys I'd gone out with, so this was the first time I had ever touched a mans penis. I couldn't get over how hard it was. Of course I knew erections were meant to be hard, but I didn't expect them to be like an iron bar. And to think that my pussy could cope with the full length of one! "I want to be inside you," Mike growled, so I lay down on the rug and spread my legs. Mike moved between them and his prick nuzzled against my cunt lips. I held my breath as slowly, gently he penetrated me. Once his prick was inside me he began to fuck me with firm, deep strokes. He told me I was lovely and said I felt gorgeous. It wasn't long before he said he would have to come. He asked me to turn over, so I rolled over on to my stomach, but he guided me onto my hands and knees. I felt him position his prick against my love hole, then I cried out as with one firm thrust his prick speared deep into me. His cock felt absolutely massive and ever since then being fucked from behind has been my favourite position. The sunsets at that place may be spectacular, but I never saw it. All I could think about was Mike's massive cock sliding in and out of my pussy. He groaned and gave an extra deep thrust, then I felt his prick jerk inside me as he pumped sperm into me. We collapsed and lay together on the blanket. I was too embarrassed to ask for a tissue, so I just lay there with Mike's come trickling out of my cunt and onto my thighs. Eventually we got dressed and cleared the foodstuffs away. Mike had to make a couple of calls using the aircraft radio whilst I tidied up the remaining items. I think everything must have caught up with me because I suddenly felt very tired. I undressed and slipped into one of the beds. The last thing I heard was Mike moving about in the kitchen. I woke with a start. The sun was shining on the curtains and I could hear birdsong. I must have slept really deeply, but it had done me good because I felt completely refreshed. I turned over and Mike was laid in the other bed with an amused smile on his face. "You've slept a long time. Feel good?" "I feel great". "Good, so do I". He pulled the sheet back and stepped out of bed. He was naked and his erect prick stuck out arrogantly in front of him. I pulled the sheet off me, then lay back and spread my legs in an unspoken invitation. There were no preliminaries, no foreplay. He positioned his prick against the entrance to my pussy then thrust into me. I cried out as Mike commenced to fuck me. "Fuck me," I urged him."Fuck my cunt." "I'll fuck your cunt, you've got a lovely fuckable cunt." "Go on then, do it. Fill my cunt with your spunk." I wrapped my legs round him, pulling him deep into me. My love juices were running out of me, and Mike took some of them and rubbed them round my asshole. Then he stuck a finger up my bum. It was as though someone had pressed a button. I arched my back and came with explosive force. Realising what was happening Mike speeded up and seconds later he fired another load of come into me. The bed rocked on its springs and the unmistakable sounds of sexual climax drifted out into the soft morning air. Afterwards we lay together, content to say nothing. Then Mike guided my hand to his prick. As I gently caressed his limp member it began to stiffen. Mike asked me to go down on him and I blushingly explained that I had never done that before. "Well I'd love to be the first." So I slid down the bed and took Mike's semi-erect prick in my mouth. At first he grimaced and told me to be careful with my teeth, so clearly it was a very amateur effort. Even so his prick began to swell and grow; it was a turn on to realise that I could have that effect on a man, it made me feel quite powerful and in charge of the situation. He was fully erect and I was ready to be fucked again, so I moved up the bed and straddled him. Slowly, gently I lowered myself onto his impressive column. I ground my hips down to make sure that he was fully inside me. Because he'd already come once Mike had more staying power and we fucked in a variety of positions. The room echoed to my gasps and moans as I was fucked and Mike's cries and groans as he did the fucking. Finally Mike held me close and shuddered and for the third time he emptied his balls into my willing cunt. Afterwards I asked Mike what time we would have to leave by. He said no later than midday, but then he went on to say that he had been thinking. He could get a few days off and he wondered if instead of staying in Perth I fancied doing a bit of a tour with him. I asked him what he meant and he said the absolute maximum time off he could take was five days, but that would give us time to fly round, stay at a different place every night and I would get to see Australia in a way that few tourists could hope for. He carried on talking, saying what a great experience it would be, but my mind was already made up. I was going to say yes. So we packed the gear into the plane and we flew to a small airstrip close to Perth. Mike dropped off the parcels he'd brought and made various phone calls. For my part I rang my parents and told them I'd left the place I was working at and was doing a bit of a tour with an Australian girl I'd met. Later we went to a supermarket and stocked up on food, loaded that into the plane and headed off to the north-east. Mike had been working as a bush pilot for over ten years and he seemed to know all of the out of the way places. The next few days were the most vivid and exciting I'll probably ever have. I got a grandstand view of a continent in a way that would otherwise have cost me tens of thousands of pounds. It was almost like being on honeymoon. Each day we would fly in to a new place, explore the area, have rapturous sex, sleep late in the morning and then head off again. One evening we went to the coast and I got to realise my dream of having sex on a secluded beach at sunset. My body molded into the warm sand as Mike thrust into me, watched only by a couple of curious seagulls. That was the last night and Mike suggested that I fly around with him for his work for a few days and then he would be able to get another couple of days off. I agreed to that, but it was probably a mistake. The flying stopped becoming exciting and became a bit boring. Humping the gear in and out of the plane and eating a variety of tinned food was hardly thrilling. Worst of all the novelty had worn off the sex and I realised that we had come to the end of our time together. On the last night but one Mike said we could head for somewhere close to the coast near Perth, but I suggested we return to Miller's Crossing. Perhaps I was being sentimental but I thought as we'd had our first night there, it would be nice to spend the last one there as well. Mike was happy to do that and at midday the familiar metal and wood building came into view. By the time we had unloaded the plane we were hot and sweaty, so we decided to take a shower (thank heavens for the solar panels!). Of course Mike couldn't resist the temptation to give me an all-over wash and a good rub down. Kneeling at my feet he complimented me on my lovely furry bush; he said it was very sexy. "Do you think so? I sometimes wish I wasn't so hairy down there." "No, it's really gorgeous," he said, delivering a light kiss to my pubic mound. "Mind you it would be a real turn to shave you, so I'd be more than happy to do that." "I don't think so." "Can I?" he said, stopping his rubbing action and giving me an imploring look. I stared at him. He was deadly serious and whilst I stared it became obvious that his penis was rising to attention. The thought of shaving my fanny was giving him a massive hard-on. All of a sudden my pussy felt warm and wet. "Can I?" he repeated. I gulped and nodded my head. He took my hand and led me through into the bedroom and laid me on the bed. Then he took out his electric razor and used the trimmer attachment to remove most of my pubic hair. After that it was only a couple of minutes more work and I was smooth as a billiard ball. He still had a massive hard-on and not surprisingly he wanted to get it inside me, but I knew that it would be more fun if we saved it for later. "No, this is the last day. We said we were going to climb the outcrop, so you'll just have to save yourself for later." He was a bit put out at that, but I think he realised that my shaven haven would be worth waiting for. The outcrop was a large reddish rock about a kilometer away and just over 100 meters high. At the highest point there was a single tree - heaven knows how it managed to grow there, but it did. It didn't look difficult, just a simple walk and there was no climbing involved. We both wore trainers, T-shirt and shorts. Normally I would have worn a bra, but I was feeling a bit of a tease, so I went braless. Mike must have noticed, but he didn't say anything. I must admit that walking through the scrub I was very aware of my swaying tits and bald cunt. It made me feel very sexy. It didn't take long and we were at the foot of the outcrop. From a distance it looked easy, but in reality reaching the top turned out to be a bit more of a scramble than we expected. By the time we reached the lone tree we were sweating heavily and happy to sit down in the shade. Mike pulled out the water bottle he'd brought and we drank and caught our breath. It was a stunning view, the colours becoming ever more vivid as the sun sank lower. We both got our cameras out and took photos of the scenery. I asked Mike to take some shots of me using my camera because I wanted a reminder of this place. He was happy to do that and then asked me to stay in the same place whilst he took some pictures of me with his camera. I wasn't altogether surprised when he asked me to take my top off. I said no, but he kept on pleading with me and swore that he would never show them to anyone else. So I asked him to close his eyes and I pulled my top off, threw it to one side and folded my arms across my breasts. I told Mike he could open his eyes and he smiled when he saw my pose. He snapped away, then he asked me to move my arms, so I did. He took some shots of me sat on one of the rocks and then leaning against it. All the time I was waiting for him to ask me to take my shorts and knickers off and let him feast his eyes on my shaven cunt. And to be honest I felt really sexy and wanton and ached to expose myself to him. He got me to stand with both palms flat against a large boulder and my backside stuck out. "That's great," he said. "Just hold that pose for a minute." He came across, reached round my waist, unfastened my shorts and in one smooth motion pulled my shorts and knickers down so that they were round my knees. He resumed his position behind me. "That looks wonderful, stick your bum out a bit further and spread your legs as wide as you can." The camera shutter clicked away and then he asked me to turn round and drape myself across another rock. I kicked my shorts and knickers to one side and spread myself in a suitably languid pose with my legs wide apart and one foot raised so that my pussy was on full display. I let him photograph me in a variety of poses and I know he zoomed in and took several close-ups of my shaven cunt. All the time I was feeling more and more hyped up, so I called a halt. Mike came across and started to touch me, but there was no way I was going to have sex in this rocky, gritty landscape. I told him it might look nice up here, but it would be dammed uncomfortable, so he agreed to wait. I dressed and we headed back to the station. By the time we got back we were sweating again so we both got under the shower. I let Mike rub me dry, loving the way he patted at my smooth mound. Then I dried him off, rubbing the towel round his prick to get him dry and giving him an impressive hard-on in the process. I took his hand and led him through into the bedroom and asked him to lie on the bed. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. "I want you to eat me," I said and lowered my shaven cunt onto his face. What a long way I had come since that first afternoon when a burly miner had buried his head between my thighs!