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Archive-name: SpecMome/forest.txt


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


     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


     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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