Seeking solace in the great outdoors, a woman finds the female lover of her fantasies and experiences earth-shattering pleasure.
Burnt-out and vulnerable, I was ready to be swept away by something vast, soothing and stronger than myself — stronger than any of the travails of relationships and career and city living. And the great green forest wasted no time weaving its spell over me.
These were my days away. Away from everything that had made me sad, edgy and angry for the past months. I didn’t much like myself in my overwound state. I was concentrating too heavily on my job and neglecting my emotional well-being, which ended up leaving me numb. And not a good numb, either. Not the ethereal numbness that’s almost like an epiphany, which comes after a bout of really good sex.
No, I hadn’t been as lucky as that.
I’d had lovers during this past hectic stretch. But they were part of the problem, rather than the solution. Little busy creatures who flapped about distractingly in my cage before flitting away. Altogether unsatisfactory and unsatisfying.
So, I’d granted myself these days away in the woods. To the cabin I’d gone, my grandfather’s cabin. Granddad is long gone now, but I sensed the kindly old man in every beam of his rustic getaway. I could even still vaguely smell his pipe smoke in the air.
I had gone up there before, to those hills, as a young girl. He’d take me fishing at a nearby stream. I never caught a thing, but I loved hearing his stories, tales of magical creatures who roamed these very woodlands.
Now I was there again, coming up into these brisk elevations by way of a rough, winding road. I stood out on the timber porch, breathed deeply and looked off into the forest — and let that forest look back at me, as if it were a single, sentient entity, recognizing me from days gone by.
“Hello, old friend,” I murmured.
I was answered by a warm breeze that sighed through the trees. No city noises at all, which was almost its own kind of sound.
I was alone. On a whim, I stepped off the porch and headed toward the stream, trusting memory to guide my way. Soon I heard the gurgle of the water. Already some part of my spirit was at ease.
A memory came to me as I gazed at the clear flow of the water: Lori. Wow. I hadn’t thought of her in some while — or hadn’t thought of her with such clarity, without the background babble of all the rest of the shit going on in my life.
Lori. My woodland sprite.
We’d met during my second year of college in a botany class. She was a pretty girl, with a kind of elfin face and short platinum hair. I didn’t even quite understand at the time that I was attracted to her. I’d never done anything sexual with another woman before — or since.
One bright sunny day, students were sent into the field in pairs. There was an extensive woodland preserve north of the university, and we were to explore our assigned patches of it and identify as many items of flora as we could.
So, into the woods I went with the cute, pixieish Lori.
She had always seemed very shy in class. But outdoors, she was friendly toward me, smiling and giggling when I said something funny.
I caught her giving me these intense stares when she thought I wasn’t looking. There was a kind of blazing look in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but respond. The attention awoke a tingling in me, the kind of arousal I’d only ever experienced with men up until that point.
I didn’t really know what was happening, but I felt comfortable just going with it, whatever “it” was. I was acutely aware that we were alone in our patch of paradise, with just the trees and the open sky.
The day was warm, and we were both sweating. That was when we came upon the stream. Without warning, Lori tossed down her notebook, where we’d been recording our observations. She said, “I’m going to take a dip, Jolene.” With that, incredibly, she started peeling off her clothes. She rushed, as if she’d psyched herself up for the stunt and was afraid of chickening out.
Shocked and intrigued, I watched her strip. Her body was beautiful. Perky tits, trim lines. She was absolutely delectable.
Arousal flared hotly within me. My nipples hardened beneath my khaki shirt, and wetness streamed from my pussy. I was looking brazenly at my naked classmate — and she grinned back at me, apparently liking the attention.
“Come into the water with me,” she said huskily.
As if in a trance, I unbuttoned my shirt and skinned off my hiking shorts. I hesitated before removing my panties, then before I knew it I’d stripped those off as well. I was completely nude. Outdoors. Naked before the hungry gaze of another woman.
I had no idea what would come next. This was brand-new territory, an erotic landscape where I was a stranger. I looked to Lori, the only other inhabitant of this tantalizing realm.
She stepped into the stream. Water splashed up her calves, then her thighs. She dunked herself entirely before standing back up, glistening with her platinum hair dripping wet.
She held a hand out toward me.
I put a foot in the water, which was cool but not cold. The current wasn’t strong, but I sensed it as the stream wisped past my ankles. I was focused far more intently on the naked woman before me. So, I did — almost out of reflex — as she had done and dunked myself into the clear riverlet. It was refreshing. When I reached her, I put my wet hand in hers. The water was a foot below our waists.
She smiled and drew me closer to her, as if we were about to commence a watery waltz. Our bodies touched, flesh cool and wet. How smooth her skin was. My thighs were against hers. I realized with a start that our breasts were pushed together, that we were pulling tighter still, that our mouths were inches apart.
What was next? I thought in a panic born of high-strung excitement.
But it was obvious what was next. We did what came naturally. We kissed.
God, that kiss. Her lips moved sensually on mine. So soft. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss her back, to let my mouth melt against hers.
When her lips parted and her tongue emerged, I mimicked her. Our kiss grew more intense, and my belly quivered with excitement. We were clasping one another, grinding together in our growing urgency.
Around us the stream flowed, just as my pussy did. I wanted this woman, as I had never wanted a female before. Such wonder. Such newness!
In silent agreement, we waded back to land. We lay down on a patch of soft moss, and soon we were rolling back and forth, kissing and groping each other. I touched her everywhere, thrilled by her softness. She caressed me, her fingers tickling between my thighs before diving into my wet cleft.
She fingered me diligently until a climax shuddered powerfully through me. But that was just the beginning of our erotic frenzy. I sucked her breasts, feasting on her swollen nipples. Then boldness overtook me, and I licked my way down her body until my mouth was at her gleaming slit.
I knew what good oral sex felt like from the guys who’d done it best to me, so I reverse-engineered the process, zeroing in on my lover’s clit. Soon I was rewarded with her orgasmic cries as she shivered with delight.
Lori, of course, returned the favor. We continued to finger, suck, lick and kiss for the rest of the afternoon, sharing final simultaneous orgasms as the sun finished drying us by the stream.
Eventually, we resumed our botanical fieldwork. The whole sexual encounter had been so easy, so uncomplicated. I marveled at it, and the sense-impressions were permanently imprinted on me.
As it turned out, Lori and I never hooked up again. She’d gotten involved with someone else, and I’d busied myself with the studies that would eventually lead to my hectic career.
But our encounter had been years ago. As I stood by this other stream, in another time, I remembered Lori fondly and felt those memories arouse me anew. As if obeying old instincts, I took off my clothes and left them on the bank. Naked, I stepped into the flow. I splashed water onto my body. My nipples stood up fiercely erect, and my pussy tingled. I touched myself, pursuing that familiar excitement. I hooked two fingers up into my cunt as images of Lori’s body burned across my closed lids. Deep orgasmic tremors overtook me, starting at the core of my being, then racing outward.
I cried out loud, my voice echoing away into the surrounding woods.
Returning to the cabin, I savored the quiet and isolation.
There was no TV or internet, just the woodsy calm. The cabin had a big fireplace, and I’d brought supplies up in my 4x4.
That night I sat out on the porch, appreciating the brightness of the stars.
I was slowly beginning to feel human again.
I dozed off in the chair but was awoken by bright peals of laughter, so distant and ethereal the moment seemed like a dream. I blinked open my eyes and heard the disembodied sound again. Certainly there was nobody within the range of the porch’s lantern light who was laughing so playfully.
Straining my eyes, I gazed into the moon-silvered trees. They stood like stoic sentinels. I spied the occasional flicker of a bird’s wing, but otherwise nothing moved. Wind sighed through branches, but no further laughter came.
I remembered Granddad’s yarns of magical wood spirits. Those tales were suddenly vivid in my mind, but I wasn’t frightened by them. Instead, I felt a primal excitement, even though I knew there were no pixies flitting about in the night.
The next day I went walking. It was pleasant just to ramble among the tree trunks. I wore boots and hiking shorts — pretty much what I’d worn the day Lori and I’d had our luscious romp.
Why was it that I’d never gotten around to having sex with a woman again? I wasn’t sure. Maybe I’d just taken up the man habit after that delightful lesbian interlude. Maybe I was in a rut. There was no arguing the last few years of my love life had been filled with cocks and complications.
I was lost in thought when I heard a sound that froze me in mid-step. Laughter again. Sweet trickles of laughter, playing somewhere in the trees.
Again, I wasn’t afraid. A strange wonder touched me, and I turned in a full circle, looking among the boles and brush. Some part of me actually expected to see a pointy-eared wood vixen gazing impishly back at me. Certainly, the laughter had a frolicsome timbre to it.
The laughing came once more, and I spun sharply, ears zeroing in on it. To my shock, I spied a head peeking out from behind a tree, some 30 yards away. The eyes looked bright, even at that distance, and I saw a playful grin cutting the face. A pretty face.
A woman’s face.
I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came. Those woods didn’t belong to anybody, so no one was trespassing. I’d just figured I would be alone there.
The head pulled back. A second later something else fluttered into view as it fell to the ground. There also came the sound of feet racing away.
Instinctively, I hurried over and found a blouse on the ground. I could only blink at it for a moment. But the laughter sounded again, and something told me I had to follow it. I jogged through the trees.
She seemed to have disappeared, and I felt a crushing disappointment that I couldn’t explain to myself. But then I caught another glimpse of her, just as fresh gales of giggling rang through the woods. She wasn’t holding back now.
Still some 30 yards ahead, I watched her nimbly unhook her bra and fling it carelessly aside. As she turned, I saw the lush globes of her tits. A wild excitement surged in me, awakening a wave of lustful urges.
I ran after her, ducking branches and hopping roots. I had to reach her. She was as fast and graceful as a deer. Somehow, without breaking stride, she stepped out of her shoes. A few yards on, she performed a sudden duck and roll, and came up with her skirt in her hand. This, too, she flung aside.
I was now pursuing her beautiful panty-clad ass. It looked firm and ripe, and I very much wanted to sink my
teeth into her cheeks. She bounded onward, but I managed to lessen the gap between us. My pussy ached, and I was transfixed. All other distractions were pushed out of my mind. I had only one driving purpose: reach the girl.
After another fast gymnastic maneuver, her panties were left behind on the ground. She dashed nude through the trees, still laughing and leading me on. I was breathless with desire.
Abruptly she bounded out of the trees into the unfiltered daylight. She turned and stood, still grinning. I came out of the woods after her, seeing we were by the stream. But that babbling water couldn’t distract me from the naked glory of the woman. Her breasts were lovely, tipped with pink nipples. Her pussy was shaved, and I imagined it was as wet as mine.
I walked deliberately up to her, unable to look away from her beautiful body. She seemed to shimmer in the sunshine. I stopped just a foot away from her. She didn’t run again. I sensed she’d led me there on purpose.
With that grin on her lovely face, she reached and pulled my shirt out of the waist of my hiking shorts. Then in the same straightforward manner she started unbuttoning it. I let her, transfixed. Memories of Lori swam somewhere in my head, but I was far more focused on this incredible unfolding moment.
She unfastened my shorts. I stepped out of my hiking boots and yanked off my socks, then she peeled my shorts and panties down my legs. We faced each other, two naked women, bodies painted with sunlight, on the banks of a gurgling brook.
With Lori, I had let her initiate the kiss. This time, with this woman, it was a perfectly synchronized and mutual affair. We both leaned in, and our mouths met. The contact was soft and beautiful, and we wasted little time bringing out our tongues. As the kiss grew deeper, we embraced. Her skin felt wonderful against mine. I relished her softness as our stiff nipples brushed together.
She pressed her mound against mine, and I acted in kind. Pleasure uncoiled at some profound level within me, and I felt it continue to swell.
Our kisses continued with her hands on my back. I reached down to cup the succulent spheres of her ass as we ground our bodies together. She hadn’t spoken a word, had only laughed like a woodland sprite. Yet I felt so attracted to her, a connectivity that overrode all else.
But it didn’t hurt that she was as hot as fuck.
We sank down onto the soft grass alongside the brook, every move feeling right. Every motion was timed perfectly and executed flawlessly. There were no complications. Nothing to drag my mind and spirit away from the raw beauty of the moment.
We rolled on the gentle grass. We kissed and sighed and moaned with mounting pleasure. I found myself on my back, and she was licking my throat. The sensual swipes of her tongue made me shiver delightfully.
She moved down to my breasts. I groaned loudly as she licked the silky undersides and sucked on my nipples. Pleasure trembled through me as my bliss spiraled out of control. While she licked her way down my belly, I was eager for her to arrive at her destination. I spread my legs, and she took her position. I raised my head to watch. She lowered her face to my pussy and swiped her tongue along my slit.
I cried out, my hips jerking upward before I settled down and let her worship my pussy. Warmth spread over me, stronger than the sunlight. She focused on my sensitive clit, drawing greater and greater pleasure from it until climactic force swept me up. I closed my thighs tight around her and humped hard against her face. My orgasm tore violently through me, an ecstasy that seemed to lift me up above the treetops.
She lifted her head, and I saw her lips were glistening with my juices. I moved to reverse our positions, and she shifted cooperatively, reclining on the grass. I slipped down between her legs, pausing to plant desperate kisses on her thighs. I inhaled her lovely aroma as I moved into place. Her pussy waited, tempting and inviting.
I brought my mouth to her, and her feminine flavor immediately filled my mouth. Her outer lips were already slick with her excitement. I licked her slippery slit and parted those petals, venturing within. I explored her silken flesh, before homing in hungrily on the bud of her clit.
I lavished her with my tongue, causing her hips to jerk beneath her. Her thighs closed around my shoulders. As I bathed her clit, she jammed herself against my face. Her cries rose higher and higher in pitch until she shivered in orgasmic joy.
In a daze, I sat up. But we still weren’t done. We moved close together and cuddled. We kissed gently and caressed one another’s breasts. With silent precision, hands slid southward. As our kiss deepened, I buried a finger inside her. She did the same to me, and we started humping away.
She would turn out to have a name, of course. She’d no doubt seen me the day before, naked in the stream, and had decided to have some fun seducing me. I would invite her to my cabin afterward, and we would make love for hours before a roaring fire.
But for the moment she was my wood nymph, and we rode without language into the glorious orgasmic harmony of these magical woods. Our cries echoed and echoed, and in that moment, our ecstasy was without end.