My First Meeting With Denise A story by Chris Straight @all rights reserved I was hiking in the hills just on the edge of the city. I had a favorite trail. It was quiet and peaceful. Lots of green shade and plenty of pine needles on the trail. When I came to a familiar fork in the trail, I decided not to take my usual path and instead I took the other trail, which was hardly visible. It dipped down for a while, and then curved around a bit. Then, without warning, I came upon a man and woman arguing. He was dressed in army camouflage—boots, pants, shirt, hat, the whole thing. She was maybe 5’ 6” a brunette, with hair that just touched the top of her shoulders. She was wearing turquoise shorts and a ribbed, white tank top that showed off her incredible physique. The trail had changed so quickly that there was no way I could pretend I didn’t see them. “You promised,” the camouflage guy was saying. “But I’m scared,” she said. Then they saw me. “Ooops,” I said. “Sorry, I didn’t see you on the trail.” “No problem,” the guy said. I noticed he was holding a camera. I was right next to them now. Despite his camouflage gear, the guy looked friendly. And the girl was definitely hot. Her breasts were clearly outlined underneath her tight tank top. “Can I help?” I asked. The guy looked at me. “Well,” he said. “We came out here to take some pictures. And now she doesn’t want to pose for me.” “Listen,” I said, looking at his wonderful girl. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. This …
trail is never used. I mean I’ve been hiking this area for months and I only discovered it by accident. “You’re sure?” the girl spoke for the first time. She had a soft, dreamy kind of voice. “I guarantee it,” I continued. “You’ll be totally alone here. I only discovered this portion of trail by accident. “I don’t know,” she said. “Come on,” the guy insisted. We drove all the way out here. I brought all this equipment.” I now noticed there was a pack on the ground. I could see several lengths of rope. I surmised there could be other gear in the pack—leather cuffs, floggers, whips, toys. “Listen,” I said. “I’m sorry I interrupted your scene here, but maybe I can help. Sometimes meeting a stranger can be a good thing.” “What do you mean?” asked the guy. “You get your camera ready and just watch me,” I said, not knowing exactly what I would do next, but determined not to let this chance slip away from me. “What’s your name?” I said to the girl. “Denise.” “Denise, “ I said, “You’re going to pose for your boyfriend and let him take all the pictures he wants. I’m going to help by telling you exactly what to do, and you’re going to do it. Understand?” Denise didn’t say anything. In fact, she looked a bit doubtful. “I like it,” the guy said. “Denise, please don’t spoil our date.” I needed to see the girl naked right away. “Denise,” I ordered. “You can keep your tennis shoes on, but take off everything else. Right now.” First she pulled her tank top off and revealed a fine set of tits—a
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