Their names were Ron, Eric, and Dave This past weekend I we..

Their names were Ron, Eric, and Dave This past weekend I went camping in a site not too far from Los Angeles. As the sun started to set and the light became golden, I searched out a spot that was nicely bathed in sunlight and fairly open behind me. The only clearing was next to camp with three nature photographers (named above). They were average guys. Probably in their 40's or 50's. I came to find out that all three were married, and they get away every couple of months to shoot pics of birds during the day and the stars at night. I had on one of my favorite outfits that day. My denim shorts are cut right up to the bottom of the rear pockets, allowing my massive glutes to spill out from behind. My stretchy bra top is fairly thin and light, and it totally shows my firm nipples and the muscular bulges of my pecs. And my sneakers are transparent... showing my cute polished toes to anyone looking down. This would be a provocative outfit for any girl. But on my goddess physique, it's absolutely stunning to the average man. And I mean literally stunning. They often find it hard to speak when I open a conversation. They were standing and chatting as I sauntered over to their camp. Every step would make my legs bunch and cord with muscle, and I'm sure that a confident smirk went across my face. I stood before them and put my hands on my feminine hips. They stared. I was the first to talk. "Hi guys, I'm Eva. How is your day going?" Ron introduced himself and his two friends. He spoke nervously, telling me about their photography group and how difficult it was to set up the camp. His friends chimed in from time to time, but all three sets of eyes were locked on me the entire time. They stared at my body from head to toes. Their faces had a look of excitement and wonder. I could sense the nervousness in their voices. Guys... this is often one of the most delicious benefits of being so huge. Getting attention from men is easy if you're pretty. It's even easier if you wear a revealing outfit. But inspiring this crazy mixture of lust, respect, and intimidation...that's something that only someone very powerful can do. I asked if I could take photos in this little clearing by their camp. Eric asked "what are you going to shoot?" After all, this was arguably the least scenic spot on the mountain. Sometimes I can't believe how confident I feel these days, but two years of adoration and body worship will put you on an ego trip, lol. I raised my right arm and flashed a smile. "I need to get photos of these big muscles, Eric." Their reaction was AMAZING! You guys are clearly familiar with how huge bodybuilders look when they flex. But you know... average dudes aren't really looking at 18" biceps all day like we are. When I really show off my muscles, it's just awe inspiring for them. I followed up with... "since you're a photographer... maybe you wouldn't mind shooting them." Eric quickly and graciously agreed. I pulled my shorts up to bring them right in between my powerful ass cheeks. As his friends looked on, I went through my typical posing routine, smiling broadly with each flex, and feeding off their excitement. As married men, they were cautious with their praise ("ummm that looks good Eva, I got that"), but I could tell how aroused they were. I was definitely the most powerful woman that they've ever encountered. Probably the most powerful *person*. As my body bulged in my tiny clothes, I got so excited to imagine them dreaming of me later on. And dreaming of me when they're with their wives. Plus it turns out that Eric is a pretty good photographer. I hope that these pics are just as sexy for you to look at, as they were for me to create 😊