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Bella and Hank, Chapter 1

Woodland Encounter - first steps in an amateur porn career.

By CR BaxterPublished 4 months ago 8 min read
Bella and Hank, Chapter 1
Photo by ᕈ O W L Y on Unsplash

It was, I have to admit, an inauspicious start, but desperation makes you do things you wouldn’t normally dream of doing. I’d been wandering – lost – in this bloody forest for an hour or more, and I was getting pretty bloody desperate. I had no idea where I was or how to get back to the car park, but eventually I couldn’t wait any longer. With shaking hands I unfastened my belt and pulled down my shorts. My underwear came with them and before I was even properly squatted, a huge fart escaped followed by an enormous turd.

The relief was profound. I’d been searching for a toilet for at least thirty minutes, getting more and more uncomfortable, but the forest was curiously short of public conveniences. With the immediate problem solved, I used my last tissue to wipe my arse, stuffed it back in its plastic wrapper, and went to stand up.

“We’ll, this is awkward,” said a woman’s voice.

I froze with my shorts halfway up my thighs and almost stumbled back onto my own steaming turd. A woman - early twenties like me, blonde, pretty, slim - sat cross-legged only five metres away on a blanket in a small clearing. Her legs were bare and her t-shirt didn’t even cover her hips.

“I am so, so sorry,“ I blurted, pulling my shorts up and fumbling with the belt. “I didn’t know you were there, I swear, and I was so desperate to go…” I tailed off under the weight of her evident amusement.

She waved her phone at me. “As luck would have it, I’ve got the whole thing on video.”

I went white. “Look, please, I really am very sorry. I wouldn’t normally expose myself like this or interrupt, er…” I frowned at her make legs and hips. A pair of shoes sat beside her, beneath a neatly folded pair of walking trousers. “Sorry, but what are you doing out here in the forest?”

“Me?” she said with an innocent smile. “I was about to shoot a wanking video.”

I boggled at her. “A what?”

“A video of me wanking. You must have seen them, right? Even a fit bloke like you must watch a bit or porn.” I nodded dumbly. “How did you think they get made?”

“Honestly, I thought mostly in bedrooms. Or hotel rooms. Maybe a garden, at a push.”

She laughed, a warm, friendly sound. I grinned back and relaxed a little.

“Mostly, but I wanted to try something a bit different. A bit edgier. Hence…” She waved her arm at her setup, and for the first time I noticed the camera sitting on a tripod at the edge of the blanket. “But I think I’ll give it up. It’s not like I can wank comfortably in front of a complete stranger.”

“I really am so very sorry. If there’s anything I can do, anything at all, to make it up to you, please just say the word.”

She looked at me strangely for a few seconds. “Anything?” she asked with a sly smile. I nodded. “There is one thing, if you’re up for it, but…” She looked embarrassed. Unsure, maybe.

“Whatever it is, I’m there for you,” I said with a slightly forced smile.

“Ok, here it is.” She took a deep breath. “There are lots of wanking videos. Thousands. It’s difficult to come up with new things, you know? So how would you feel about playing a role in the video?” I must have looked confused. “Basically, I’m asking you, a complete stranger, to finger me, the ambitious nymphomaniac, in the middle of a forest.”

I flapped my lips, utterly dumbstruck by the suggestion.

“And then, in return, I’ll help you get back to civilisation.”

“Oh, well, in that case, it would be an honour,” I managed to say, as if the two things were even vaguely equal. I mean, unless I was stuck in a life and death situation, when would I ever turn down the opportunity to provide manual stimulation to a beautiful woman?

“Great,” she said with a bright smile. I hesitated, and her smile slipped. “You’ve done this before, right? I mean, you’re not a virgin, are you?”

“I have, and I’m not, but this is all moving quite quickly. Are you sure?”

“Think of it as a light massage, if that helps,” she said. “I’m not asking you to marry me or sire my children.”

“But I don’t even know your name,” I protested. “I’m Hank,” I said, moving closer and holding out my hand. She leaned forward, her t-shirt shifting to reveal her tummy and everything below as she stretched out her hand. I kept my eyes locked on hers.

“Pleased to meet you, Hank. I’m Bella. Why don’t you come and sit behind me?” she added after we’d shaken.

“As long as you’re sure,” I said. I kicked off my shoes and sat down behind her, stretching my legs out to either side so she sat between them.

“You’ll have to get closer,” she said. I shuffled in. “Closer. Come on, stop behaving like I haven’t asked you to do this.”

I grinned to myself and slid forward till my thighs touched hers, my chest was against her back, and my lips were beside her neck.

“Close enough?”

“It’ll do. Can you reach?”

I put my hand on her hip then slowly walked it around to her tummy, still amazed that she’d asked me to do this.

“Yes, no problem.” I lifted my hand away and watched over her shoulder while she fiddled with her phone. She flicked into an app and the screen began to show a video feed. It took me a moment to realise it was from the camera on the tripod. The camera was only thirty centimetres off the ground and the angle showed no faces, just our legs and Bella’s body from the neck down.

I couldn’t help noticing that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

“That seems to be working,” she muttered, putting the phone aside. “Ready?”

“Can I make a small suggestion? As a member of the likely target audience, I mean.”

“Hmm. I don’t normally invite creative input from the staff, but I’ll allow it, since this is an unusual situation,” she said. I could hear the smile in her voice.

I cleared my throat. “I think viewers might prefer a video shot without your t-shirt, if that’s not too bold a request.”

“Really? I thought men were just interested in seeing pussy.”

“Some, maybe, but I reckon most will want boobs as well.” Including me, I didn’t add.

She thought about this for a few seconds. “Ok, let’s do it your way.” She pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the pile of clothes. “Anything else?”

“I feel I should warn you that I might get an erection,” I said. That was a lie. I was absolutely going to have a damn great erection before we got much further.

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t, given the circumstances. And now that I’m nude, you might as well play with my breasts, if you fancy it.”

I shifted my rapidly enlarging cock to a more comfortable position then rested my hands on her hips. “Ready.”

“Rolling in three, two, one.” She leaned back against me. “Action,” she whispered.

I slid my fingers across the smooth, flat skin of her tummy and down between her legs till it rested on her mound. She put her hand on mine, laid my fingertips on her clit, and began to move it in small circles, applying a gentle pressure.

“Like that,” she murmured, resting her head against my shoulder. She took her hand away and I kept working, rubbing gently. With my free hand I fondled her breast. My cock was completely rigid and pressed against her. “Hmm, that’s nice.”

I kept going, getting steadily faster, trying to meet her needs. After a couple of minutes, her breathing became heavier, and she moaned a little.

“Fuck, yes,” she said in a low voice. “Mmm, oh, yes.”

I moved my hand from her breast and slid a finger into her pussy. She gasped, and I pulled out.

“No, I like that,” she whispered. My finger went back in and I worked it back and forth. My other hand still moved on her clit, rubbing faster and harder as her climax approached.

“I’m going to cum,” she whispered.

I felt her tense. Her backside lifted off the blanket and she held her breath. Her toes curled and her legs stiffened, and she cried out as the orgasm hit. My fingers flew, massaging her clit and delving into her pussy, then she sagged back against me and brought her knees together.

“That’s enough,” she said quietly, laying her hand on mine. I withdrew my hands and put them on her hips. A few seconds later, she picked up her phone and ended the recording. “Thanks. It’s rare to find someone who’ll do exactly what they’re told.”

“No problem at all,” I said, moving my hands from her hips and leaning back so that my erection no longer pressed on her lower back. Then I moved to sit on a tree trunk.

She stood up and dressed quickly, then began packing away her gear.

“Anything more I can do to help?” I asked wistfully. She was even more attractive with her clothes on, and I couldn’t help but dream about extending our encounter. “Maybe I could…”

She looked at me for several long seconds, glanced at my crotch, then nodded.

“Maybe you could. Come on. I’ll give you a lift, and we can talk about the sequel, if you fancy it?”

I grinned. “I do. I most certainly do.”

And that was the beginning of my career in amateur porn.


About the Creator

CR Baxter

I write sexy stories to entertain and excite. My stories are respectful, consensual, full of dirty language, and laced with humour and unexpected twists. Enjoy!

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