The Forest Ch. 01
Keywords: Forest, The, 01, Ch.,
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The drive was long and tiring, yet relaxing. The day was so hot, and started on such a bad note. Bob just being Bob giving me one of his, 'I'm in a hurry to get to work fucks,' jumping up and running to the shower, to the coffee, to the car, and speeding out of sight. Only this morning it seemed not just disappointing, but aggravatingly thoughtless. I just grabbed a plane dress, the last of the coffee, my bag, keys, and hit the road for a therapeutic drive.
The forest up ahead I knew it from a long time ago, my mind as well as the car must have been on autopilot cause I don't remember making the turns or the stops. How could it be so close to the city and still be so lush, alive, and unchanged? The forest it's time during my youth; it's funny I would drive here with my head in the clouds, after being away for so many years, and then again I always sought refuge from my troubles here.
The coffee ran right through me, I have to pee and don't want to go back into town. Any way I remember the trails, and Ah yes a parking place. I love a clearly marked trail especially when I'm in a hurry. Boy... talk about dense foliage, ten steps and the city is gone. I'll just squat right here and pee, it's off the trail and no one can see me. Ah... that feels good, what a relief it's so cool in here; the lushness is so inviting, I think I will walk around in here for a while. 'Pouf...' one piss, and this morning's attitude and frustrations have been vanquished, by the magical embrace of my youth remembered.
So much time and so many firsts happened here in this forest along this very trail. I use to play in this forest when I was young pretending to be an animal stocking and slinking around spying on the people that came here. When I grew older and the boys started coming around, we would go into these woods and neck. I would come here to play with myself dreaming of being a grownup; it was here I lost my virginity to a banana. I was so aroused; feeling I was about to cum and didn't, then rubbing myself raw. Funny how so much has changed around these woods yet they have remained untouched; maybe smaller, maybe a few more dead trees, and the trails are more obvious through use, more litter scattered about, but still more or less just as I remember.
Outside the tree line a blistering heat and an exhausting pace, inside cool and serene. I remember teasing my first boy friend in here, kissing and petting; he thought he was going to get a little, but I just jumped up and said, "I'm late!" and ran off home. Other times just walking and gazing or napping and fantasizing on the soft deep moss beds filled my days. I some times think I should have let him have me, tasted him, felt him spend his seed inside me, lord knows I had the hots for a cock any cock just no nerve.
Yes...just over... yes here is my favorite place, a thick bed of moss, off the trail, but close, close enough to watch the comings and goings of the hikers, it was here I saw my first penis in the flesh. He stopped to pee right in front of me, and never knew I was there watching, God how my loin swelled and throbbed at it's sight.
Ah...I see it... just as I knew it; the moss covered indentation, next to a brush covered log on one side, and surrounding the rest was a dense wall of vine-covered tree limbs dotted with white blossoms every spring. No one can see in, unless they look closely, so I had my own private suite to lie in the sun or shade and to nap or tan in. I some times masturbated; fantasizing about some of the boys I knew, or men I had seen, while I twiddled my nipples and clitoris. Sometimes I would just listened to the sounds of the birds as they flew and the animals in the distance, or the wind, or the fading voices as they walked by.
I think I will nap here for a while it is so peaceful, and cool it'll be just like old times. This morning is still so fresh; my sex life has dried up, I haven't been able to get him to talk to me for thirty minutes with out saying some thing critical. I have to think of a way to get Bob to treat me like he at least likes me and stop humping me like a bitch, or stop letting him hump me all together, I should just tell him to go find another animal to hump somewhere. Shit we use to talk for hours when we first got married; try to turn each other on and satisfy our needs, I am not sure how it soured or even when, "Oh hell...! It just died and dried up."
Oh the sun is doing its thing my eyes are getting heavy so I'm going to slip off to slumber land... Wuh...?! Oh! What is going on down by the road? It sounds like trouble? Wait a minute not trouble it looks and sounds like two people have come to play in the woods, and by the sound of their laughter these are two lovers who have come for a tryst in the woods, and it is my good fortune to be here and watch like I did in my youth. My... that is one good looking young male very athletic yet still plump, but strong looking with those big features I bet he is hung, yet a hint of femininity.
His girl friend is much smaller, with a beautifully lush round body, and pert tits; her long nipples really stand out, just a hint of baby fat over her muscles that give her bottom a very nice shape. Her thick head of raven hair and bushy eyebrows leads me to fantasize that she is a very hairy woman. She makes me hungry for my earlier days and my last girlfriend, even though we only teased each other it was still better than what I have now. Obviously they both spend time at the gym together, they have matching red sweats on. They act so comfortable together I bet they do a lot of things together. They both look so happy, it is easy to see who is the more sexually active. That small raven haired beauty acts like a lynx, I bet she keeps him well taken care of.
Wow...! They play rough, he just knocked her to the ground and jumped on top trying to pin her to the ground. Oh her shrieks and his grunting laughter they sound and look as though they are really having fun. We use to play like that when we first started seeing each other, wrestling around on the floor, or outside in the yard. Now I think he doesn't even want to kiss me; now he just does it as part of the act, it is my fault for letting it go on for as long as I have without mention not finding new ways to excite him. Hell I don't even think of Bob by name any more.
Oops she almost got away but he just flipped her over his lap and stuffed his hand inside her panties. I can see him wriggling his hand between her legs; I'll bet he has at least two fingers in her now. That sure put a stop to her struggles, now she is just panting, and holding herself open to his fondlings. Oh! She gets wet when he touches her, I can hear his fingers splashing in her wetness now and I see a spot forming on the inside of her thigh, yep she is really wet her sweats are starting to sag and darken from her juices and the spot is starting to run. I think he is going to diddle his fingers inside her until he makes her cum. Bob use to do that to me with his fingers sometimes or go down on me and make me cum on his face; now the bastard just nit-picks about every little thing, stays at the office till late, eats at the café where we met, but won't call me to meet him there.
I was right he is making her cum right now, boy she really moans gasps and squirms a lot. She has soaked the crotch of her sweatpants, still he didn't slow her down she got right in his face and laid him down I guess it is her turn to make him cum now. She is slippery she just pulled his top off with a single tug. Wait a minute that isn't a he? He is a she those are tits she is sucking on, small but pert little mounds, and positively feminine nipples.
I think I rustled some brush as I grabbed my mouth to stifle my gasp, though I doubt they heard me they are far too busy. I could here them talking, "You made me cum so good I have to pee. You just wait right there." I can see her girlfriend's nipples as she lies there, they are not as big as hers but they are the nipples of a woman. Oh... oh she is getting close. She is bold she just dropped her sweatpants and squatted right in front of me. Oh my but she is very hairy, her legs are densely covered with long black hair, and I bet it goes up her back. Ohoh! She is looking right at me, I think she sees me.
"Hey Sheila put your top back on we're not alone. What...why are you spying on us?" She asked with a curious smile on her face.
"I wasn't... I wa... I wasn't spying." I stuttered.
"It looked like you were spying to me. Don't be scared we aren't mad or going to hurt you or anything like that." She said curiously.
"Sharon what is it? Who are you talking to?" Sheila pried nervously.
"I'm Renee I was just napping when the two of you woke me." I said uneasily as the big one named Sheila came closer.
"So ya..."
"Quiet Sheila you are scaring her... a Renee is it? You come here often?" Sharon nosed gently.
"I use to live in one of those houses on the hill." I answered pensively. I looked at Sheila, as she loomed closer, she was much bigger than I.
"Oh don't worry about Sheila her bark is much worse than her bite. You know you were watching us and learning what our... secrete is so it is...only fair that we learn just a little something about you. That is a nice cozy little hideout you found. May we slip on in there and just talk a while?" Sharon asked nicely and smiling coyly.
I still felt nervous, as I was... spying sort of so I admitted, "I guess I should have let you know I was here but you looked like you were having so much fun, well I thought I would watch for a while and I thought for sure you would leave without noticing."
"How long have you been coming here."? Sheila asked in her rough sounding voice but looking interested in what I has to say, and casting teasing glances at Sharon.
"This is the first time in years, since before I moved into the city." I answered calmly. I was feeling a little more at ease, becoming more familiar with these two new people, while the three of us sat talking in my secrete nook so I offered, "You know this little hideout of mine hasn't changed much since I left the last time.
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Keywords: Forest, The, 01, Ch.,