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My name is Stacy and I am 19 years old, stand 5' 10" with a fit, athletic body, long blonde hair, blue eyes and a broken heart. My boyfriend Greg and I had been together since middle school and I was sure we were going to be married and have babies when he passed. I came to the cabin my parents own deep in the Virginia woods hoping to take some time to mourn and get past the loss. Not the way I want to spend the Summer between high school graduation and starting college, but what choice did I have. I had been here a few weeks and while it's quiet and lonely, the solace did wonders and for the most part, all the crying and anger was past. I still felt sad and missed Greg, but at least now I was moving forward. With no internet and barely a cell signal, All there was to do was play the same games over and over on my Xbox (without online or Gold), read, watch dvd's, lay out in the sun, and occasionally make the hour drive to the closest town to buy some magazines and maybe a new dvd. Oh yeah, plus food.
In the time I had been out here, I started out fully dressed even though no one was around. I have always been shy, quiet, sweet and innocent. Not the way someone describes themselves, but it's who I am and how everyone sees me. Greg and I were lovers, but it was either a quickie here and there or at bedtime with the door closed on the rare occasion when he spent the night. The truth is I don't have a lot of experience when it comes to sex or sexuality. While other girls wore short skirts or tight jeans, I always dressed like a lady because that was what my mother and Grandmother taught me. Greg loved me, I had friends, so I gave it no extra thought. Now, out here alone, over time, my thoughts on everything had changed. It was scary and exciting and thrilling the first time I laid out to tan in shorts and a tank top. Then I got bold and did it in a tank top and bikini bottoms. Next was just a bikini, top and bottoms, and to be completely honest, I got so excited that afternoon that I hurried inside and had a blinding orgasm after just a few rubs. Time passed slowly alone at the cabin, and soon I was tanning topless and again found myself inside rubbing my needy pussy until my mind exploded. I managed to make it an entire afternoon the first time I laid out completely naked but I swear I had at least three mini orgasms as I lay there naked wondering, hoping, imagining someone coming along and finding me completely naked. That night, the first night after I laid out naked, my fingers found my pussy twice and besides blinding orgasms I was curious where all the sexuality came from. Not that I had been repressed, but I had definitely been shy and... well... repressed.
A couple of days later, I watched an entire dvd naked and only realized it when I was taking it out of the player. Wow. Alone or not, that was bold to just sit there naked and watch a movie. I didn't have a boyfriend. I didn't even have the potential for one because it had been Greg and me for years and then I was out here alone. Well, if my newfound exhibitionism and much more open sexuality was any clue, whoever I dated in college was really going to like me. The new Stacy was going to make someone very happy. Then came the day everything changed when John stumbled out of the woods buck naked and changed my life. I was laying out nude, enjoying the sun, and a good buzz from the excitement of being outside naked and knowing anyone could see me. It was exhilarating and kept me on edge. Out of nowhere a tall, handsome naked man came out of the woods, with a huge erection and seemed to be dazed or intoxicated.
He was definitely confused and very, very hard!
I gasped "Oh my" then "Hi there" followed by "Who are you?" He collapsed and I hurried over to him, naked or not. I am telling you the complete truth that while I had fantasized about someone coming out of the woods and seeing me naked, now that it was happening my mind was spinning, my body was tingling, and my pussy was wet and achy. I tried to help him up but he wavered in and out of consciousness and his hands grabbed my inner thigh once and my ass the other time. I was already horny, his cock was huge and hard, and he grabbed me? Oh boy, this was going to end up naughty, I just knew it. I asked him his name, who he was, and why he was naked, but the more pressing issue was while I was trying to help him, his cock was throbbing and pulsing which could only mean one thing. My mind was not right because I heard my voice asking him why he was so hard, commenting that he was so big, then asking him if I could do anything to help him. The man grabbed my left breast and squeezed while teasing my erect nipple and I saw stars and felt warmth in my pussy as I gasped "Oh... okay then..." but just then he moaned, his body seemed to shake, and he groaned as he exploded all over me. Huge, thick blasts of warm cum splattered me pretty much everywhere.
Even as his cock twitched and spewed on its own I panted "Okay... oh wow..." and then he collapsed. Well that's something. Not quite the way I imagined this going. Sure a hunky man came out of the woods to discover me naked, but grabbing me, cumming all over me, then passing out was not exactly how my fantasies had played out. Well, the good news was my humiliation was short because thankfully no one saw me get spewed on like a hand towel or that the man passed out without so much as a kiss or a thank you. I half carried, half dragged him into the cabin and struggled him into the shower, the good news was that we were both naked, so nothing to take off either of us. Maybe I could salvage some of my imagination once I got him cleaned up? I mean his cock seemed to be at least 9 inches and thick, maybe 10? I suddenly realized I had been talking this entire time and when the water sprayed on him and he startled awake I couldn't help asking him "Are you hard again? I don't see how you can be hard again".
The man stared at me blankly, cupped my breast, tweaked my nipple enough to shift me from aroused to horny, then kissed me. It was a sloppy, half kiss, but it was a kiss. I mumbled into the kiss "Are you okay?" but he just squeezed my other breast then suddenly he was inside me. No flowers or phone call or dinner or even a hello. He just shoved his huge cock inside me. It felt like I was being split in half and I can only think it was my excitement and the water from the shower that allowed him to slide into me without putting me into the hospital. I somehow managed to pant "Stay with me... you started this..." before I felt another wave of pleasure. The good news was the pressure and pain from his cramming ten pounds of cock into a four pound pussy was I had an incredible, light show of an orgasm. I nearly collapsed and saw colors, tasted numbers, smelled letters. I either lost intelligence or gained some with that orgasm. The most surreal part of it all was the man was passed out while I fucked his huge cock. How else do I describe it?
It took some kind of miracle and me being in such great shape, for me to hold him up, keep fucking him, and not collapse myself, but I managed to have a second blinding orgasm and then his cock throbbed inside of me and spurted hot cum. When it was over, it felt like a truck backing out of a garage and I can assure you my pussy ached. The man slumped against the wall of my shower with a stupid grin and I sighed because no one would believe any of this. I just had life changing sex with a passed out man in my shower who came out of the woods naked and came on me. Yeah, I wouldn't be sharing this story anytime soon... or ever. The next couple of days was a comedy of errors and sex. I swear on my life, anytime I tried to get out of bed the man moaned and reached for me, but if I lay there with him he was quiet and rested. Oh, also he took me like I was his property several times, so yeah. It was scary and hot and exciting and weird, but he basically kept me naked and fucked me for three days and for the most part, I wasn't complaining because he was handsome, rugged and had a huge cock.
Hopefully he gave good conversation whenever he finally stopped fucking me.
At one point I think he asked me why I was naked and I laughed "Because you won't let me get dressed". Not to skip ahead, but a lot of the four days was sex, nudity and orgasms. Mostly mine. I told him on several occasions "You sure do like me" and "You sure seem to like me" but it wasn't until the fourth day that he was coherent enough to tell me his name was John and find out mine was Stacy. He had been camping what sounded like a good distance away from here, gotten lost, then stumbled upon my cabin while naked and seriously horny. See dreams do come true? We finally had a couple of good conversations, shared some consensual kisses, talked about our pasts and then had consensual sex. It only took eight times but who's counting? Then everything went sideways when I found out he lived in Winchester, which is not that far away from my parent's home in Chantilly, and just happens to be where Shenandoah University is, the college I start this Fall. I asked him if I could come stay with him assuming that since he just fucked me eight times, kissed me at least 50 or 60 times, and kept me naked for four days.
I felt like you could say we were dating. I mean...
He blew me off and I got upset, gave him some of my father's clothes, and drove him to his campsite while completely ignoring him. I was pissed, hurt and sad, and when I drove away it broke my heart for only the second time in my young 19 year life. I was back at my cabin pacing and crying when I realized I didn't have any contact info and I didn't even know his last name. I know women aren't supposed to give men any of their power, but I was willing to talk to him and see if he still wanted me after I had slapped him plus there was my outburst. It didn't matter though, I had no way to contact him. I ate a sandwich and started to watch AVENGERS ENDGAME again when it hit me. I had his business card. I had crumpled it when he gave it to me, but I think it was in my car. I found it and decided to pack things up in the morning and go see him at work. He would see me and fall in love and everything would be okay. Sorry, you're not supposed to know how women think. Just pretend I said I would go to his work and give him a chance to apologize.
Like everything else since meeting John, none of it could be easy. I packed everything up because I was either going to be with John, or go back home to my parents house, but there was no way I could be alone at that cabin after John had his way with me for four days and then just sit there alone. I went to his work, but John was still on vacation so I convinced someone named Mark to give me John's phone number and address by saying we met camping but I lost the info he had given me. I called John but it went straight to voicemail. Four times. I drove to his house but no one was home and I was sad. I sat there for what seemed like forever and tried to call him three more times and then suddenly he pulled into the driveway. Things went well and we made love and decided to stay together and I was happy until this really slutty lady named Karen showed up at John's door half naked and was kissing him like a lot. I was mad but the lady insisted that she was trying to get him back because he dumped her for me... or something like that. After all of that, John and I had a great weekend together, had a lot of sex, and now I knew for sure, he preferred me to be naked.
I didn't mind and told him I would be naked around the house if that was what he wanted, but I would prefer it if people didn't just stop by. Monday morning I awoke really horny and slipped out of bed to pee. Something about staying naked kept my arousal meter close to red so it didn't take much to excite me since my new default setting was set at ‘YES'. I was kissing John who was asleep but already hard. I decided to be naughty and climbed atop him but he just sighed and smiled in his sleep. Maybe he was dreaming about me? I got atop John and moved his hard cock until it poked inside me and I moaned. It still ached when we had sex because John is huge and I wasn't exactly a porn star. Once he was inside me John blinked his eyes and moaned "Mmmm..." and then while holding me, he flipped us and went right to town. Me being the town! I was excited and stared into John's eyes as I purred "You sure seem to like me". He kissed me while stroking then said "I like being inside of you".
Ok, that was new.
Since Greg passed and after spending time alone at the cabin, I had found myself amidst the boredom and sadness. Besides coming out of my shell, losing my timidity, finding my voice, and realizing I was an exhibitionist, the short time I had known John I had discovered I liked sex. Sure he had his way with me during his recovery, but even that was strangely sexy. Now as he made love to me I found my mind wanting more and asked him "Will you fuck me?" John gasped then really gave it to me. The pleasure pain combo already ensured I had powerful orgasms and yes that was plural. John's stamina also helped. Now with him slamming me like a door, I could feel the valve about to release and then my orgasm exploded like warm fireworks. Everything ached and everything felt amazing as my mind blew, my body shook, and John huffed "Oh God" then came inside me.
It's a good thing I'm on the pill.
We took a shower, kissed a lot, then I kissed John goodbye but I will never forget the look on his face when I stood in the doorway naked waving as he drove away. He asked me to be naked, he likes me to be naked, and honestly, after spending time at the cabin naked, I like it. It excites me to be naked. I was milling around putting things here and there, listening to music, and basically being happy. I took some naked selfies for John and really liked one so I sent it to him. My phone rang and John said "Damn babe, are you trying to kill me?" I grinned as I purred "Nope. Just showing you what you might be having for lunch". John gasped "Lunch?" I was so happy I purred some more "Yeah. If I get back in time, I might come to see you in a cute sundress and not much else". John gasped "I could love you" but I just laughed "You already do and why wouldn't you? According to you, I'm hotter than fire. Bye". I was buzzing with excitement but when John texted me in all caps "FUCK YOU LATER" I was giddy so I went into the bedroom and it took several tries with a selfie stick but I got a full body naked shot of me and sent it to him.
Let's see slutty Karen top that!
I was having a great morning and trying to talk myself into putting on clothes to drive home and see my parents when my advisor called. She said they had lost part of my admissions paperwork and that I needed to see a doctor before Wednesday. It's boring, but basically my doctor in Chantilly is slammed through July and my parent's doctor has no openings before late June. I wanted to cry. Why does everything go wrong? I called John but even though he asked slutty Karen to help me, he promised he would figure something out so I asked him if I really could wear something sexy and come see him. When he told me it would excite his staff I nearly lost my mind and said "Let them. I want them to know I'm yours and they can just be jealous". I tried on three different outfits before I decided on the sheer, almost see through slinky white sundress. It was a gag gift from my Aunt and I had never worn it because besides being sluttier than a porn star, it would probably get me arrested. As it was, I had to try four different panties until I found a thin, skimpy white pair that didn't boldly show through the material. I felt like I was naked and it was as if I was on constant climax as I drove to the dealership to see John.
He was right, everyone stared, so many people flirted and complimented me, including a woman who asked if I wanted to have dinner. A woman! I stood in John's doorway ready to melt down when he undressed me with his eyes and since I was mostly naked, it didn't take long. I breathed "Hi" and John practically moaned "I have never wanted you more than I want you right now". I was over the edge and purred "You have to behave, I didn't bring any extra underwear and these are already getting wet from seeing you". John inhaled deeply then said "I will do anything to make love to you right now". I was so horny I would have fucked him in the parking lot, but I tried to be the decent little girl my mom raised as I looked around his office and asked "In here? Right now?" The rest was a blur of words and sex as John coaxed me into public sex in his office on a Monday and honestly I wanted to do it so yeah.
I remember pulling my panties down and giving them to John and when I boldly told John "Fuck me" he rammed his huge cock into me and I saw stars and tasted cotton candy. I was trying to be quiet and wanted him to drill me and knew for sure, at least at that moment, I was NOT the good little girl my mom raised. John pounded me like I needed and wanted to be pounded and all of this was exciting considering not four months ago I was lucky if I got an orgasm when Greg politely made love to me then went home. I wasn't actually sure what the qualifications were to be slutty, or if there was a membership fee or initiation. I could probably ask Karen at some point. All I knew was John had opened me up to all kinds of possibilities and yes, that was a pun. Besides, the trigger to let John have me on his desk, in his office, at his job, was when I said I didn't want to seem slutty and he begged that he WANTED me to be slutty. That and asking him to "Fuck me".
Ok, I would definitely talk to Karen about being a slut.
By the time John plowed me and we both came, he talked me into using my panties to clean up and I whined "What am I supposed to wear?" He grinned and I sighed. By the time I left happy and now apparently slutty, I had the info of a doctor appointment tomorrow, and a newfound appreciation for Karen. Well, sort of. I drove to the mall but decided getting arrested was not really a good idea. The dress is sheer, which is code for people could see my nipples and areolae and the shape of my breasts and thanks to John, my pussy and ass. However, no one would pay any attention to me at Target! I drove there and told myself I could do this but I didn't listen to me. I told myself I was a beautiful woman and men would love to stare at my body. Still no response. Finally I told myself that doing this would be so mind blowing that John might get laid all night long. Ok, that worked because my body revved even higher and suddenly I was in the lingerie section with at least three men still standing where I had passed them, stunned and still drooling.
I picked out some lingerie but I couldn't just open the package and put a pair on, no, I had to get distracted by a cute t-shirt and then spot a skirt that I liked. I literally forgot I was wearing a sheer, skimpy sundress with no bra or panties until I backed into something, felt a pull, and heard a tear. I froze. OH NO! I swallowed and tried to look behind me but more tearing noise. NO! I stood completely still trying to think when a woman brushed by me huffing "Excuse you" and everything was a disaster. With a terrible rip and my body being yanked then thrown, I landed a decent ways away from the rack where my torn sundress hung. I was panicked because I was completely naked with nothing but my phone in one hand and the hanger that the cute shirt I had planned to buy used to be on. No slinky sundress, no bra or panties, and not even the package of underwear I had planned to buy. I wanted to cry, I ignored my overwhelming arousal, and did the only thing I could think of to do. I ran to the fitting rooms, nearly knocked over a shocked employee, and slammed the door shut as I called John crying "HELP"
... to be continued in OFF THE GRID 4 and then in Stacy - an OTG story part 2
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