Archive-name: SpecMome/forest.txt
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Archive-title: Forest, The


Walking along the trail I reminisce about all that has
passed between us.  Your body striding next to mine a
constant reminder of the delights that we have shared --
and  will share again.  Time
has been kind to us both.  We are comfortable with each
other -- each knowing and trusting that the other will
never betray us nor make demands that we cannot meet.
And, as that trust grew, so did the rapture, until now
... we can be together so completely that even the quiet
time is stimulating.

     The forest offers so many varieties of sights and
sounds.  We have sought, and found, the area where
humanity seldom traverses.  The shade of the tall trees
around us prevent the suns rays from being harsh, the
air is warm.  The scent of nature permeates our
nostrils. There is a freshness that makes it seem as
though we are the only two in the universe.  It is ours.
Just off the trail is a natural cavern formed by the
overhang of some bushes.  The sunlight dances through
the branches creating a kaleidoscope of patterns on the
deep, lush grass beneath the soft canopy.

     I glance at you -- walking along, lost in your own
inner thoughts - and suddenly the urge overtakes me.  I
dash forward; my laughter sounding as natural as the
tweeting of the song birds.  Racing towards the cavern,
I duck and fall to the ground.

     Ohhhhh!  It is as cushiony as an air mattress.  The
soft grasses having grown and folded over each other --
layer upon layer.  I giggle watching you standing on the
trail -- looking at me like I had just taken leave of
all my senses.  Kneeling in this natural hut, I quickly
remove my sun top.  Now the sunlight creates patterns on
the creaminess of my breasts.

     You smile -- awareness of my adventuresome behavior
tantalizing you at the prospect of what I might do this
time.  But, teasingly, you stand --watching --waiting.
My hands push my shorts down ...  first exposing my
tummy, then the dark thatch -- with little movement I
rock backwards on the grass and free my legs from the
constraints of the  clothing.  I lie there for a moment,
peeking at you from around my knees.  Ahhh,  I watch you drop your shirt to
the ground.  I feel the stirrings deep in the core of my
body looking at your bare chest.  God!  What a man you
are.

     You slowly approach the cozy nook.  Nonchalantly,
as though merely seeking a more comfortable position in
which to lie, I allow my knees to drop apart.

You can now see my womanhood, fully exposed; my breasts
swaying above the dark mass of hair.  You stroke me with
your eyes.  I feel the moisture already beginning to
form within my love canal.  I slide my hands across my
breasts.  Pushing.  Rolling.  Causing the dark tips to
stand erect, pointing directly towards the sky.  The
sensations causing them to elongate.

     You seem preoccupied with the belt on your shorts.
As though it is a new gadget that you have never undone
before.  Your eyes never leaving me as your hands fiddle
with the buckle.  Hmmmmmm.  Watching you look at me
sends swirls of sensations through my veins.  My hands
slide down my body.

     Deftly I part the lips of my thatch.  You now see
the pinkness that had only been hinted at before.
Spreading my legs wider, you can peer unobstructed at
the area that can give and accept so much pure physical
pleasure.  I call to you .... "Darlin, I want you."  You
drop to enter the hut with me, finally having shed the
last of your clothing. But still ....

     You merely crawl to a spot just by my feet and
continue to look ... your eyes carefully surveying every
inch of my body.  I can almost feel the touch on my
breasts.  Visually, you stroke the sleek smoothness of
the pink, inner lips, now spread to allow you to see the
dark cavern. Nature's lubricant already making it shiny.
I wait for you to move closer and take charge.

     We seem suspended in time.  Neither of us move
further.  Ever so slowly the appetite within demands
satiating.  My fingers begin to caress the button at the
apex of the damp inner lips.  I press against it.
Rolling it under the ball of my finger.  When even then,
you do not move to touch me ....  I am now aware that
you want to watch me bring my body to climax before
joining me in the rapture of physical release. Watching
your face, the look of fascination, it dawns on me that
you are intrinsically interested in seeing for yourself
the ways in which I fulfill my need for you when we are
apart.  Those caresses when my hands become an extension
of you -- my mind making you so very real as I relive
the joys and pleasures of times we have had -or times
which are yet to happen.

     Parting the outer lips even further, you can now
see the shades of reds and pinks in the sleekness of my
femininity.  The button has now become hard under my
finger -- the erection of a woman.  It extends; peeking
out from under its protective hood.

The sheer intensity of sensation caused by direct
stimulation makes the pleasure almost an experience of
discomfort.  My fingers slide to the side -- picking up
speed as they stroke the area at the base of the
throbbing bump.  Your gaze is making this the most
unbelievable experience!  Ohhhhhh; how are you touching
me with just your eyes?

     My eyes slip closed - blocking out all sensations
by those from the feel of your visual caress and the
manipulations of my finger.  The well of emotions
erupting from within the depths -- spreading through me
-- my legs trembling.  My back arches.  My hips begin to
thrust upwards as though impaling me on an invisible
Passion Prod.  Moans emanate unbidden from my lips.
Your hands now stroke my legs --sliding with that firm
softness that has aroused me so often in the past.  A
hand on each leg, you slide your hands up --up --so very
slowly.  My finger moving so fast it hardly appears to
move, like the rotation of a wheel on a speeding
vehicle.  My cries fill the cavern.  Your hands now
stroking the inner thighs ... crawling ever higher.

     How long I have been gripped by the surging climax
-- my body covered now with a thin gleam of sweat.  The
dancing sunlight bounces off the moisture creating
miniature aureolas.  The spasms grip me, lifting me from
the ground as shock waves throb deep within the drenched
passage.  I cry out with the passion of pure,
unadulterated pleasure.  A riverlet of creamy fluid
issues from the depths of the canal, erupting from
within as a volcano of passion.

     The touch of your gaze has created the most
unimaginable enhancements to my self stimulation.
Crying out, my hips thrust toward the clouds ...  and
you meet the thrust with your own plunging manhood.
We merge.  Your shaft thrusting deep into the flooding
torrents. Stroking.  You take me into the ethereal world
of sensations.  Driving. Thrusting.  The sheer force
behind your own physical passions pushing you ever
deeper into the vortex.  It quivers; grabbing you;
drawing you in.  Our bodies move in unison to the hidden
rhythms of unheard drums. We dance the dance of
primordial instincts.  Our voices blending in harmony as
we cry out to the universe the sheer rhapsody of our
merger.

     You pump me full of the bodily fluids of your
passion.  It shoots within me; merging with my own
torrents.  And still more --drawing on wells that seem
bottomless -- again and again the warmth floods within
me.  My muscles drawing on you ... sucking the shaft.
Gripping you until, at long last, we each begin the
voyage back from the heavens.

     You roll to the side.  Your mouth covers mine.  We
share a long, lingering kiss.  Bathed in sweat, we
languish in each others arms.  Our chests still heaving
from the exertion.  Then .... drift off to sleep in our
brush covered sanctuary, nestled in each other's arms.

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