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Note: Ages are applicable to when the story happened, not current ages.

This story has come up for me a few times lately, so I figured it was time to just make a fun post telling it.

When I was dating my last girlfriend, before the pandemic and before certain subscription-based websites existed, Tumblr was the place for all sorts of perversions. When we first started seeing each other, we’d send captioned pics and gifs back and forth as hints of what kinky things were on our mind… or what we wanted to do later on.

After a few months or so, we found a neat blog for guys to post pics of their girlfriend to show them off. She eventually asked me if I wanted to post a pic of her on there with the blog’s hash-tag-line written on her ass. We did, and the response was quite positive. Soon enough, she had made a blog of her own to post her nudes.

That blog added lots of fun to our sex-life. Sometimes she’d tease me with it like, “Oh. He wants to do this to me. Should I let him?” Other times, the thrill of her posting would get me so worked up. It ended up being a thing we enjoyed tremendously.

Being based in Virginia, we were at all times looking to see if any of her followers were somewhat local. There weren’t plans made to meet any of those followers, but it did add something to the thrill. We never posted her face or any identifiable and visible tattoos and piercings, but there was at all times the chance that we’d be walking around Richmond, Charlottesville, or DC and possibly bump into someone who’d seen her naked. We’d have no idea. Did that stranger jack off to her? Did that woman masturbate watching my cock slide into her? If it ever came up in public, we inevitably end up rushing home to cum in the bed.

One day, we got the bright idea that we should “host” a “scavenger hunt” because the thrill got a little wild. Many of the pics we’d take of her were taken in public places: alleys, parks, in traffic. We thought if anyone had seen. We also thought if anyone would say, “I know where that is!” Thus, the “scavenger hunt” came about.

We posted early in the morning a pic of her bent over, captioned with a statement saying that we’d be down in Richmond, walking around Belle Isle taking nudes and playing around. If any of her followers found us, or caught us, they would get to take nudes of her too. They could keep or post them so long as her face and marks were hidden.

A couple responses came in, and, sure enough, there were a few local pervs (meaning no disrespect) who were 100% down for the hunt. Off to Belle Isle we went.

We parked, and posted a pic of her tits in my car. “We’re here!”

We walked down to the “beach” and took a pic of a moon in the tree line beside the river. That was the second post.

We walked to the island on the pedestrian bridge beneath the highway. No one was on there with us. Another pic, another post. This time, we wanted to make it very clear where exactly we were.

The first opinion came in. “Holy fuck! I am getting out of bed now!” or something to that effect.

We walked to the island, and took another pic by the dog/skate park – no one was there yet, but a small group, probably three couples, finished their walk to the island. We think they saw us. Another post. Two more comments by two other users.

My heart started pounding in my chest, and all I wanted to do was be pounding deep into her. But, the hunt must go on.

We ended up making a couple laps around the trails, being sure to hit every cross path. We took nudes in the woods, by the ruins, in the middle of the fucking trails, on the rocks in the bright morning sun… All while people started flocking to the island and the risk of being seen crept higher and higher.

Eventually, we slowed the posts down. Maybe seven or so had been made. We knew that at least five men and one woman were either looking for us or had said that they were. In slowing the posts down, we started taking the pic, editing it on the spot, then posting it and staying put for a few minutes before moving on. After all, what was the point if we made it next to impossible to get caught.

We posted pics and gifs of her pulling her top up, pulling her yoga pants down, close ups of her asshole, close ups of her nipples, close ups of both sets of lips. We even had her strip completely down for a fucking cartwheel in the middle of a trail. There were a couple posts of her lips wrapped around my cock (let me tell you, wandering around Belle Isle in the summer with a boner is not easy, nor easy to conceal).

Still, no one caught us. Well, I mean to say that if any of her followers did see us, they didn’t approach. It was a shame, but holy hell was it still a high like I have seldom experienced with public play.

We ended up calling it a day to go grab lunch. Comments kept rolling in. We ended up back at her apartment, fucking on the balcony for the woods to see (or anyone in the woods to see, for that matter).

When we broke up, she took down the Tumblr, and most, if not all, of the photos I had from those years ago are long gone. It’s still a fun goddamn memory, and something that still gets me off to this day. I’ve even had flashbacks to that day when I took other dates or girlfriends to the island. It at all times got me going. “We spread her ass cheeks there, flashing her holes for the internet to see,” I’d think and wish I was reliving it with whoever I was wandering the island with.

Maybe one day, I will get to relive it. Who knows?

NSFW: yes

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