**NOTE:** This takes place a few months after my other story with Ava, [*Nude Photoshoot*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f4nz2v/mf_nude_photoshoot/) If you want to read that first, some context may help here.
With the final semester of my junior year in the rearview mirror, I was beginning to feel the looming weight of adulthood and responsibility licking at my toes like the rising tide on a beach. The horizon of my future was full of mystery, and while there was a certain kind of adventure in the fog that lay beyond my graduation, I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had satiated my youthful curiosity… I was ready to live my last year of college to the fullest.
I had every intention of staying off-campus at my rental house over the summer and going to parties, meeting girls, improving my K/D ratio on *Halo*, and partaking in various sexual olympics with Ava. I was still reeling from my *Playgirl* shoot with her the previous summer, and while I was more than eager to get in front of the camera again, she had left on a family road trip for the duration of summer. If you’ve skipped ahead, I knew Ava from my freshman year of college. She caught my eye immediately because she was tan and fit, with jet-black hair chopped at the shoulders. She had a pair of thick, wide hips with an ass and a pair of breasts to match. Despite her physique, she hadn’t been wildly likeable in school. She had run with the nerd-crowd and as a result, didn’t get the recognition she deserved and did not understand how hot she was. However, come college, she had become full-fledged gorgeous.
Being alone for the summer was something I found disappointing, considering I had barely indulged my fantasy of being a nudel model, or male stripper. The idea of ripping off my clothes to a crowd of cheering women always excited me, and the fact that Ava was willing to – and had – indulged such a thing, even once, was enough to turn me on at the mere thought of it.
But that was neither here nor there, as she was gone for the next several weeks. My understanding from former classmates that staying at college during the summer was a *24/7 party-orgy* fueled by music, promiscuous girls, midnight raves and keg-stands, and I was more than eager to partake in the festivities.
Unfortunately, I had failed to read the proverbial fine-print: *personal results may vary*, meaning instead of my summer being a reincarnation of *Animal House*, it was instead more like *I Am Legend*, with me in the starring role.
All my friends left for home, leaving campus barren and empty like a scene out of the post-apocalyptic film. Additionally, summer job pickings were scarce, and I hadn’t put much effort into finding one back home since I believed I’d be partying my last “free” summer away at campus. So I was left with an empty apartment, no parties, no money, and nobody to blame but myself.
I had a little bit of money saved from my previous work-study and after working out a deal with my landlord to reduce my rent over the summer, it was easier to manage my expenses. That all being said, I learned to subside almost entirely on protein shakes and ramen, as I was living off about $100 per month.
There wasn’t much to do in town while everyone was away, and a summer heat wave almost guaranteed I would spend most of my time in the air-conditioned Student Rec Center, where I could lift weights, run on the track, and flirt with the cute girls that worked reception. I hardly wanted to leave, as walking out the front doors felt comparable to stepping onto the surface of the sun most days.
I wound up making friends with a group of guys that played volleyball regularly at a park near my house. I was never much into volleyball myself, but Xbox can only be entertaining for so long and I felt guilty for always staying inside when the days were so long and sunny.
Between the gym, volleyball and writing in my spare time, I had managed to keep pretty busy over the summer, and with my steady diet of protein shakes and (more than I’d like to admit) sleep for dinner, I had leaned out, with a flat stomach, and a defined chest and arms. I began to enjoy not wearing a shirt, which was something I was always self-conscious of, even after my *Playgirl* shoot. Unfortunately, I had nobody to show it off to, which didn’t help satiate my sexual appetite that was growing stronger every day.
After those long, hot days, I’d find myself alone at night, sitting on my porch with a beer, watching the sun dip into the horizon. As lonely as it was then, being in solitude with nothing but the rhythmic hum of a distant lawnmower and the occasional buzz of nearby traffic was quite relaxing. My thoughts often drifted from reminiscing the day to the future and things that I wanted for myself…and those thoughts always circled back to Ava. She and I had drifted apart a bit while she was away during the summer. Even in the days following the photoshoot, we talked very little as school and life got in the way.
And I regretted that, because not only did I find her terribly sexy, but I missed being around her. We had never talked about taking our relationship to anything beyond sex, since we had tried it before as freshmen and things didn’t work out…not to mention the whole photoshoot felt very gimmicky and kind of a tacky way to reignite things the way it was… but there was something about her that kept me coming back.
Then, as if on cue, my phone buzzed in my pocket with a text from Ava:
“Hey, whats up?” is all it read.
I took a photo of the beer in my hand, and texted it back to her. “Not much…could use some company,” I replied.
Ava responded with a picture of her parents asleep on a hotel bed. “Me too.” She was on a road trip out west, and was supposed to be back before the semester began. I was disappointed, since it would have been fun to have her around with the house to ourselves. We continued to text back and forth about summer, how her trip was going, what tourist traps they fell into, and where they were headed next.
The conversation gradually shifted to me and how I had been spending my summer – which I sheepishly admitted I hadn’t done much of anything – at the time I was supposed to be writing the next great American Novel, but I had struggled to finish even the first 10 pages, and the project lay dormant since the beginning of summer. Ava asked me what was preoccupying my time since I wasn’t working.
“I got into volleyball and I’ve just been working out a ton,” I texted back. Truth be told, I was lacking inspiration.
Ava took a moment to respond. I wasn’t thinking much about it, as my head was starting to buzz pleasantly halfway through my fourth beer.
“How’s your progress?” she texted back. “Been working on your chest and abs?”
I felt flushed…I didn’t know what it was about her that made me so anxious. I felt an all-to-familiar tingle in my body and I smirked as I responded, “Yeah…wanna see?”
I was practically burning with anticipation of her response. I could only imagine her on the other end of line, biting her lip in hesitation against the glow of her phone screen…hoping her parents wouldn’t wake up and catch her touching herself to my nude torso on her screen. I had forgotten how excited this made me.
*“Sure.”* she wrote.
I set my beer down and walked into my bedroom, where there was a full-length mirror. I took my shirt off and observed my body for what felt like the first time in forever.
Prior to college, even at my fittest, I had always had a small bit of belly fat… but now that was gone and replaced with a firm, flat stomach. I was shocked, particularly at how gradually I had lost it without notice, but also upon the realization that I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten and felt ‘full’ in comparison to only ‘satisfied’…which had been a problem in my youth, as I had been a stress-eater all my life.
I had grown acclimated to my new body so well, that I didn’t realize the magnitude of my summer transformation; staring back at me in the mirror was what may resemble an olympic athlete; wavy hair, a bit of stubble on my face and a muscular, athletic tan frame. It was almost startling, even for the simple fact that I had never considered myself attractive…but these few months in solitude had done wonders for my body.
Then I wondered what kind of pose would best show off my physique. I thought about my Playgirl shoot and the shots Ava took of me, what angles she thought looked best. I hesitated; it had been a while since I had done this. Would she still like the way I look? Did she still find me sexy? Why am I second-guessing myself?
So, I turned to the side, and twisted my torso ever so slightly, leaning back. My muscles looked defined, and swollen…combined with the heat of the evening you could see some sweat glistening on my stomach and chest. That looked well enough…I snapped a pic, and examined it like a forensic scientist on my phone. It was a little dark, but you could still tell I was lean; practically carved from wood. I was being too hard on myself.
Feeling anxious about her response, I hit send and waited. I felt a small rush; I didn’t realize I would be this excited at the prospect of showing off after such a dry summer. I debated going back onto the porch or to just stay in here. I was starting to sweat, my house was a bit of a hot box even in the evenings, but perhaps I would be naked, reliving a past fantasy in front of the glow of my phone screen soon enough. I left my bedroom and sat down in the adjoining living room, waiting for my phone to buzz.
After what felt like forever, Ava responded.
“Wow! You’re doing a great job working out.” she replied. Her approval was nothing short of arousing. I had imagined what she would think of my body after a summer spent on a steady diet of lifting and cardio…and now that moment had arrived. I was anxious to show more, and I had a feeling she was feeling the same amount of anticipation.
“Thanks.” I replied. “I’ve been busy this summer.”
“Looks like it.” She wrote. “…Can you take a pic looking over your shoulder? So I can see your back?”
I stood up and posed in front of the mirror again, turning away from it and looking over my shoulder. I hadn’t ever paid much attention to my back, but now I noticed I had developed a solid ‘V’ shape, like those action heroes in the movies. I snapped a photo and sent it. Sweat was running down my face…the sun had already set, why was it still so hot in here?
“You look great.” Ava replied. “You’ve been working hard.”
I sat back on the couch and felt my penis swelling. It took all I could do to resist from rubbing it… I had to play this slow if I wanted to maximize my satisfaction.
“Thanks….I’m making sure I’m ready for the next shoot,” I wrote back. “I was brainstorming some ideas.”
“Oh?” Ava wrote. “Like what?”
Earlier in the year I had submitted photos to *Playgirl magazine*, upon learning that they accepted amateur submissions. While I had failed to make it as a centerfold, they had written to say they were interested in featuring me in their Real Men section, only with better photos. Ava had offered to be my photographer.
I had the whole summer to revisit the photoshoot in my mind, and I thought about it quite often. I dreamt about slowly stripping off my clothes to Ava’s instruction; hearing the rhythmic click of her camera and listening to her breath become labored and heavy as each layer of clothing was peeled from my body. I thought about the look on her face when I first stripped off my underwear and she saw me full frontal; my cock standing erect as my hands probed across my body…coming ever so close to stroking it; delaying my own satisfaction in the interest of her seduction.
I liked to think about what I would do differently if we were to do it a second time. I thought about ways to incorporate her into the shoot…maybe we could have me laying nude on a bed, covered only in a thin bedsheet, with a shot of her hand holding the covers in place, ready to rip it off me. Or get a shot of her hand wrapped gently around my cock, stroking me softly as I grew harder. I also thought about a striptease set, where she would undress me as I danced in front of her, slowly pulling down my briefs to reveal all of me.
My brain was a lighting storm of ideas, and as I explored the options in my brain, my eyes drifted to the bathroom, and sparked inspiration.
“How about a shower set?” I proposed.
“That’d be interesting,” Ava chirped.
“Maybe we should walk through it?” I texted. “Y’know, so we have an idea of what to do?”
“How would we do that?” Ava asked. “I’m not a great writer like you…”
While I was flattered at the compliment, I had another idea. I invited her to FaceTime with me. Gradually, her face materialized on the screen, illuminated by a blue haze that rippled as shadows danced across her face. Regardless of her dark hotel room, I could make out her features clearly; her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she had her characteristic thick-framed nerd girl glasses on. She was smiling, as though she already knew what to expect. She turned to the side to indicate she had earbuds in.
“I turned the TV on static so my parents won’t wake up.” She gestured to the flickering light, in a voice just above a whisper. “What’s up?”
At this point I was standing in the bathroom, I presented her the shower; a medium-sized stall with a glass door.
“I thought we could walk through the shower shoot together,” I explained, doing my best to stifle the excitement in my voice. I had no idea how I was going to coordinate this, but my desire to fulfill my fantasy with Ava was outweighing my own anxiousness.
Ava couldn’t seem to stop smiling, it was clear she shared my nervous energy. I imagined her options for hooking up with anyone were just as slim as mine, given the circumstances. Now, presented with the opportunity, virtual sex was as exciting as the real thing. I turned the water on and felt it to temperature with my free hand, making sure to hold the camera in a way that Ava could see as much of me as possible.
“So… what’s first?” I asked coyly, returning the camera to face level. Ava made an audible, ‘hmm’ and rubbed her chin. Her expression changed from nervous to mischievous.
“Well, your shirt is already off…so, how about you lose the shorts?”
I held the camera up to get the best angle of me, and began to tug at the waistband of my shorts.
“Slowly,” Ava instructed. “You’re gonna want to tease…”
I smirked and slowly worked at the waistband, tucking my thumb underneath and pushing down. I was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that contoured nicely to my body. With the heat of the evening, they had begun to cling to me like a second skin, which only served to accentuate the bulge from my ever-swelling penis. It was difficult to concentrate and not wrap my hand around it.
“Yeah, just like that…” Ava continued, her eyes glued to my body as my shorts fell to my ankles. I stepped out of the lump of fabric and stood before the camera, running my free hand over my flat stomach.
“Is there a full mirror in the bathroom?” Ava asked. “I want to see what you look like…”
In front of me was a mirror that started at my waist and went to the ceiling. To my right was a full-length mirror that my roommate used when she was trying on clothes. I turned to the full length and held the camera so Ava could see my full body. With the steam from the shower filtering beyond the curtain, sweat had begun to run down my back, and my body seemed to glisten against the bathroom lighting. I saw Ava bite her lower lip as she observed my semi-nude frame.
“You look *really good*,” She mused. “…Can you turn to the side?”
I turned to the side, making careful note to arch my back ever so slightly, so that my muscles seemed to bulge. I tugged my briefs until my thumb rubbed against the base of my shaft. It worked wonderfully for my package, which seemed to salute against my hips. Ava definitely took notice.
“Well that’s going to make it difficult to shower,” she gestured toward the bulge in my boxer briefs.
“I think we can work around it…” I smiled. I desperately wanted to stroke it, my penis was practically throbbing and begging to be touched…but I couldn’t. Not until Ava had told me to.
“Well, if you’re going to get into the shower, you’ll need to…” Ava seemed to pause, almost as though her breath was caught in her throat.
“Lose the briefs?” I finished, practically stumbling over my words myself.
This would only be the second time I was exposed like this to Ava, but it may as well be the first, with how long it’s been since we had been together.
“Yeah…” Ava purred, practically bubbling with excitement.
Turning my side to the mirror, I held the camera as I pushed the briefs down from the back. It was almost a relief as I felt the fabric pass each cheek, I could feel the anticipation burning through the phone as Ava’s eyes remained glued to my nude frame. Once the briefs were past my butt, I turned to shake it at the mirror and Ava giggled.
*“You have such a nice ass,”* She smiled. I pulled the briefs the rest of the way off and held them in place over myself, and stood in the mirror to pose. Ava chuckled, even through the phone I could tell she was blushing. I tilted my torso back, and let the briefs hang on my semi-erect cock… the fabric was soft and airy, it was practically like wearing nothing at all. Ava bit her lip as her eyes washed over my body, practically willing the briefs to slide all the way off.
“…You’re gonna want to get in the shower…” she panted. I turned the camera to the shower and removed the briefs, holding my phone up high as I stepped into the stall. From her angle she could see everything, as my cock was swelling and almost rock hard.
With my free hand, I took a bar of soap and began rubbing it against my bare chest as water rippled down my nude torso.
“I like the way you rub it in…” Ava purred. “You’re very dirty, *it’s time to get clean…*”
I smirked as I guided the bar soap across my body, gradually running it over my cock and feeling the white bubbles slide down my torso. As my body was covered in suds, I took a step under the showerhead to wash it all away. My body glistened under the cascading water. Gradually, my free hand ran down my body, closer to my crotch, where my penis was erect and waiting to be stroked. I looked at Ava coyly, almost asking permission, as my hand wrapped around my shaft.
“Slowly,” Ava instructed, her face burning through the screen. “Not too fast…”
Obediently, I began stroking my shaft, slowly and rhythmically. It felt amazing! I was close to an orgasmic threshold but I had to wait, I couldn’t release until Ava was satisfied. My face rested against the shower wall and I made sure she could see my eyes fluttered as I was engulfed in a sea of pleasure.
“What’re you thinking about?” Ava purred.
“I’m thinking about the shoot…” I moaned. Ava seemed to drink in my pleasure like fine wine, resting her face on her hand as she looked completely enthralled – aroused by the conversation alone.
“Mhmm, what about it?”
My hand pumped up and down as I held the camera in place, glancing up at her momentarily to see where her eyes were so fixated.
“I’m thinking about you standing over me, taking snapshot after snapshot, getting every inch of my hard cock…”
Ava’s eyes were wandering over my body, taking in every inch of my nude frame.
“Are you thinking about…when I asked you to cum for me?”
“Yes…” I stifled a moan, struggling to stay at a steady pace.
“Do you think Playgirl would like a cumshot?” Ava asked. “Would you like your centerfold, sprawled out naked, with cum across your stomach?”
“I’d love that…” I panted, stroking my cock as patiently as I could. The water cascading down my body in a rhythmic pattern, filling the room with steam only served to accentuate my senses. I was engulfed in a sea of pleasure, guided only by Ava behind her screen.
“Lower the camera,” Ava ordered softly. “I wanna see your cock…”
Making sure not to get water on my phone, I turned my back to the showerhead and lowered the camera so Ava could get a full view of my erection, with my hand wrapped softly over it. It was throbbing, I was hard as a diamond and nothing short of an explosive orgasm was going to relieve the pressure.
“It looks so good,” Ava purred. “…can you cum for me?”
I had been waiting for this. I had been at the edge of my orgasmic threshold for several minutes now, but only now had I been given permission to get the release I so desperately craved.
“I wanna see your face when you *cum*,” Ava bit her lower lip. *“…Please…”*
I raised the camera to see my whole body, and hastened my rubbing. It wouldn’t be long before I crossed the threshold…I felt the water pounding on my shoulders and the heat of the room soaking into my body like sunshine. I was intoxicated by pleasure…and then I felt the familiar wave of endorphins wash over me.
My head against the wall, I looked at Ava as she watched me cum, white seed spilling out of my cock. I felt my knees buckling, I had broken a sweat!
“Woooow,” Ava purred. “Oh my god…there’s *so much!*”
My hand released my throbbing member and I braced myself against the wall, my semen running down my leg and into the drain. My legs felt like jello. I rinsed off quick and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry myself. I set my phone on the counter so Ava could watch me.
“How’s that feel?” She asked coyly. Even through the towel I could practically feel her eyes burning through me. I wondered how badly she wanted to touch herself.
“Really good,” I sighed, almost drunk from my overwhelming euphoria.
“It looks like it was fun,” Ava chirped. “I wish I was there for round two…”
“Me too,” I agreed. I wrapped the towel around my waist and took the phone into my bedroom. I could tell in Ava’s eyes she was debating whether to touch herself to relieve her tension. We sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the way the evening was going. And it wasn’t going to be over any time soon.
“Y’know,” she said softly. “You said you were short on cash, I have an idea that *might be interesting*…”
**This isn’t the end…I’ll be writing out a part 3 in the next few weeks**
*thanks for reading!*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/huaztz/mf_striptease_showercam_joi
You damn tease!