It was a sunny day as Hazel set out on her walk to the nearby forest. She wore a
flimsy summer dress and  shoes,but nothing else. " If I get somewhere nice and
quiet, " Hazel thought " I might find a spot to strip off and get an all-over
tan".

Within five minutes, Hazel had left the hot sunny street for the cool of the
pine-wood. She loved the clean air and the smell of the pine needles as she
picked her way between the trees stooping to pick up some long pine cones. As she
went deeper into the forest all the sounds of the wide world slowly disappeared.
Apart from a few birds singing, it was quiet and the sun dappled the ground. In
the distance she saw an opening in the forest and when she got there she found a
magical place with a stream and lush moss and ferns.

"This is just the place" Hazel thought and quickly pulled the dress over her head
and sat on the bank with her feet in the cold bubbling water of the stream.She
watched the water flow and became lost in her thoughts when she heard a click and
then

"What a lovely picture" a male voice behind her whispered.

Hazel was alarmed and twisted round as she stood up to see the speaker, a 40
something dark -haired man, He had a photograph in his hand.

"Look for yourself" he volunteered and stepped forward to give her the photo.
Alarmed,she sprang away .

"Please, don't be frightened" he said. "I wouldn't dream of harming you". He sat
down and turned away. "Don't worry - I won't look as you dress".

Quickly, Hazel bent down and  pulled her dress back on. She felt hot and
flustered by the man, but not frightened any more. In fact, her curiosity
overcame her and she walked round to look at him again. He wasn't bad looking,
she realised, with laugh lines on his lean face and a twinkle in his eye.

"What was that about a picture?"

"Sorry, I simply couldn't resist it." He handed her the photo and she blushed to
see herself naked by the stream.

"I thought you were a wood nymph" he laughed and Hazel had to smile.In fact, the
photo was not at all bad - the pink of her slim body contrasted with the
greenery, he soft back caressed by the light with the dark  shadow  of the trees
behind her. It was a beautiful  and erotic photograph and she was less
embrarassed to see it.

"Its OK, but my breasts are too small." she said as she handed it back. looking
him in the eye  as if challenging him to disagree.

"Oh no," he smiled - "there's no such thing as too small or too big - beauty is
in the eye of the beholder".

An awkward silence was broken by his introduction - "My name is Alun" he said, as
he offered his hand, which she thought was wonderfully old-fashioned and without
realising she shook his strong hand and breathed in his air, a fainty musky smell
of the forest.

"Why don't you join me in a pipe of peace? " he asked, as he pulled out a pipe
and a tin,opened it and stuffed it with weed. She watched as he lit the pipe and
took a long hit.

Hazel was in the mood for a bit of weed and she relaxed as she took a deep toke
on the pipe. It was good - very good,she thought as she slumped down onto the
grass next to Alun.

"Very nice" she said as she handed it back, "but what are you going to do with
the photograph? " .

"Publish it, if you let me." he replied. "Now before we go any further let me say
that I didn't intend to exploit you.I was just bowled over by such a beautiful
picture that I reacted as I always do to beauty."

He smiled and took another puff on the pipe.

"Its usually nature photography not naturist and I only use the polaroid to allow
me to gauge what I really want to photograph - for which I use this".

Alun pulled another camera from his shoulder which Hazel hadn't noticed before.
Although she knew nothing about photography she recognised is as the kind that
professionals used.

"Are you a professional photogrpaher, then?"

"Yes, I am a freelance, " he said and named a number of magazines, mainly fashion
ones.

"But,those magazines don't publish landscapes." she argued and he laughed out
loud. "I know - that work is for the money - this is for my pleasure" he said and
looked her straight in the eye.

The weed was getting through to Hazel and she grew more bold. "Which would you
get more money and pleasure  from - photographing  me or fashion models - or
trees," she laughed.

"Oh. you, of course." he smiled.

If she hadn't been stoned, she would never have done it, but, she was and she did
- she pulled up her dress to uncover her tits and pussy. "Want a look at this
again? she asked.

Alun swung round his camera and squatted so tha he was lookinh up at her. "Too
bloody right, I do" as he  started to snap shots moving round her like a tiger on
a leash as she began to move into poses.

"Take it off" he ordered her and she obeyed because she wanted to and the
knowledge was a revelation to her.She took the dress off and swung it round to
cover her breasts and then to put it round her shoulders as she put her hand on
her hips and opened her legs wide.

Alun just groaned "God, that's gorgeous."

Hazel began to touch herself, to roll her nipples so that they grew hard - as
hard as her clit, which ached to be touched.

"On the floor" Alun gasped and, as in a trance, she did and opened . her legs
wide. "Touch yourself" said Alun and she did so naturally now unaware of the
camera as he continued to snap away.

Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply as she became aware of a hot
breath and then a gentle kiss on her knee.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "Aaaaah" she sighed as the mouth made its way steadily up
her leg and as he kissed her thigh, Alun removed her hand from her pussy and made
his delicate way there until she was begging him

"Kiss me there,please." she was crying out for release now and he knew it.

"Please?," he asked.

"Please kiss me please, Alun, lick me there...OOoooh" she moaned as he finally
reached her clit and began to lick her moving up and down and then circling her
tingling mound of joy.

There was no stopping her now and she grabbed his head and started to grind her
pussy round his mouth "God. yes, ooh ... more" And then he stopped licking and
pulled away.

Hazel was moaning as Alun stripped off and revealed a slim hairy body and a nice
circumcised prick, stiff as a rod and she knelt in front of him as he pulled off
pants.Without thinking she grabbed his manhood and began to lick and kiss it,
delighted to see it stiffen further and strain as she began to gobble him.

Alun was beside himself with lust as Hazel began to take him further and further
into her mouth. " That's beautiful but I've got a better idea." Alun pulled out
and kissed Hazel's face as he moved down and parted her legs,

She was ready and eager for him and she sighed with fulkfiment as he slipped the
helmet of his knob between her labia and began to softly pump into her.Despite
her frantic efforts to get him deeply inside her he continued to stroke her and
massage her clit with his fingers until she was going mad with desire.

"FUCK ME! - FOR CRISAKE" Hazel screamed and was met by a massive lunge as Alun
drove into her so hard that the breath was knocked out of her.

"Yesssssss." Hazel chanted " Yessssss" . With every lunge of his tool in her
churning cunt, she drew neaer, until Alun seized on her tits and began to suck
them and pull them feverishly.

That was all Hazel needed and she soared off the precipice of pleasure into an
orgasm such as she had never dreamed of. On and on she sailed, until she floated
downwards to earth and the realisation that Alun,too had finished.

Their affectionate gropings as they subsided into an embrace was just what hazel
wanted and she realised that she had discovered a lot about herslf in the last
half hour.

But,she wanted the spell to last, so she got up quickly and before Alun could say
anything  she put her dress back on and found her shoes.

"Don't say anything Alun. You don't even know my name but I'll be back. I like to
go walking every weekend".

She moved away and turned back to him.