Ian Tyler Erotica
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Yellow Cloud
🕑 Added 2023-12-09 19:00:05 +0000 UTCThis story idea hit me driving to work one day, and I finally put fingers to keyboard to get it written.
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With your glasses on your pretty face
We can go up, baby we can float up
“Wait, who is this? I don’t recognize this song.”
My husband and I were hiking on an empty trail with a beautiful early fall afternoon surrounding us. Pulling off our packs, we took a water break, reclining on a boulder right near the tree line that had been warmed by the sun. He was regaling me with info now about the drag queen who somehow made sixties folk music, and I just smiled as he spewed words at an alarming rate.
We hadn’t seen anyone out here since the solitary jogger that had passed us on an early morning trail run before the sun even came out, and I figured that we wouldn’t see another soul on the way back to the parking lot. This trail was beautiful but not as popular as the ones that circled around the waterfalls on the other side of the park.
We got no fear and no pretenses
We got nothin' but our sunglasses on
As the song continued to play on the headphones that we had linked up to his phone, I opened my eyes to see his shirt on the rock beside me. It wasn’t really hot enough to hike shirtless, but I didn’t see anything abnormal until I saw his shorts drop into view as well.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Mark was standing there in just his boxer briefs and a smirk.
“Let’s make that lyric accurate- nothing but our sunglasses on.”
“You’re crazy.”
“And you know that you’ll join in…”
He was right, but it didn’t make my heart pound any less as I watched him step out of his last piece of clothing and stuff the whole pile into his backpack. Completely naked except for his sunglasses, I just took in a second to admire his body before I threw judgment to the wind and stripped naked as well.
As my sweaty skin was exposed to the crisp air, I felt heat pulsating through my body that had nothing to do with the weather. This was the daring type of stuff that I’d read in erotica online- I never thought I’d be the one standing naked outside of my house.
With my husband grinning at me, we continued hiking around the loop that would bring us back to the safety of our car in another mile. His ass jiggled with each step, and I think that was my issue. I was too busy staring at it to see the man that had suddenly appeared on the path in front of us.
“Oh fuck!”
I heard my boyfriend yell out before I looked up to see him, and I covered my cock even though the damage had been done. He’d been walking with his phone in hand, and as he kept holding it up, I knew that he was either recording or taking photos.
My boyfriend had leapt into action, dodging past him, but I was frozen in my tracks. My hat was pulled down low to hide most of my face, but the rest of my body was completely exposed to him except for what my hands could cover.
“Hey stud, why don’t you let me take one photo so that I don’t need to report anybody?”
I didn’t want to bare my cock again, but my brain was yelling that that was the better alternative. Even though logic won out, I still had trouble moving my hands. My cock had grown harder now, and there was a flash from his phone cementing the fact that I’d be available naked to him forever.
He walked past me with a laugh, and I ran after my husband who still had my clothes in his bag. We should have gotten redressed there, but he was running ahead of me, whooping into the air with the thrill of whatever had just happened back there. With my cock slapping against my thighs with each step, I pretended that that was the reason that I was still hard, but I knew that it wasn’t that simple. I was embarrassed but just a little too turned on by seeing that man on the trail. Getting to the parking lot and seeing only one other one in the parking lot, and I stared at it as Mark unlocked the car and got in still naked.
He asked what I was doing, and I told him that I was just checking to see if anyone else was driving past. In reality, I just wanted to commit the car to memory. If I ever saw it again, I’d be the one suggesting that we get naked for added fun next time…
