1 comments/ 37990 views/ 6 favorites A Day in the Woods By: ravenx42 I have been Mystique's sub for months now and She loves to keep pushing my limits. Tonight She told me we were going to play at a new place She had found. She says it is out in the woods, nice and private. She said a friend of hers who likes to hike in the country found it and told Her about it. After we had driven out of the city She gave me a pair of wrap around sun glasses to put on, when I did I found out that She had spray painted them black and I couldn't see a thing. After we had driven for a while I heard Her turn onto a dirt road and then She started to drive very slowly. She told me I could take the glasses off and as I looked around all I could see was a dirt road and forest. As we drove down the road She saw an opening into the woods and an orange piece of tape was tied to a tree branch. She turned down this grassy path and we drove about another 500 yards into the forest around a bend until you couldn't even see the road anymore. Mystique stopped the car and I could see a path of sorts and glimpse the outline of a building through the trees. I got the toy bag out of the trunk and we headed down the path. We got to the house and I followed Her around the back where She opened a cellar door and headed inside. Mystique went around the room lighting candles and a couple kerosene lanterns that filled the room with a nice glow. She had obviously been here before because there were a couple chairs and a cooler already there. I filled the cooler with ice and the drinks She had brought and turned to Her to await Her orders. "I am going outside and have a drink slave, you will find a broom in the corner, sweep out this room and put the eyehooks in the beams, you know what I like. Call me when you are done." Then She picked up a chair, a glass, and a bottle of wine and headed out the door. I quickly found the broom and dustpan, swept the floor clean and started screwing the eyehooks into the beams and attaching lengths of chain to them. When I was finished I unrolled a rug that I found placed against the wall. I stood and looked around to make sure everything was in place. The room was obviously the cellar of the old abandoned house. Concrete walls on four sides and a ceiling full of thick wooden beams made it a perfect place to abuse a slave. I kneeled on the rug and touched my face to the floor with my hands out in front of me palms down, one of Mistresses favorite positions. She says it helps Her get into the right headspace seeing a slut like this. I called out to Her that everything was ready and waited for Her to come in. I heard Her high heels clicking across the cement floor but dared not look up. "Such a good little slut, ok kneel up bitch." I got up on my knees and Mystique slipped the bondage mittens over my hands, then tightened the wrist cuffs, slipped the padlocks through the hasps and clicked them shut. She dragged me to my feet and then locked the cuffs to the chains hanging from the eyehooks. Next She locked cuffs on my ankles and attached them to a spreader bar. Mystique walked around in back of me and I heard Her talking off Her clothes and rummaging around in the toy bag setting things out on the floor. When She came back in front of me all She was wearing was Her high heels. She came right up in front of me and I was instantly horny just looking at Her inches in front of me but unable to touch Her. Mystique walked around behind me and all I could hear is the click of Mystique's heels as it echoed off the walls. Mystique liked having me out here in the woods, because now She can really let me scream, when Mystique hits me, She so loves the sound of my screams. There is no one to hear me but Mystique gagged me anyway, because She likes the look of the gag in my mouth, it allows me to scream but I can't beg Her to stop, I have no control and She likes that because it makes me more helpless. She knows at this point I am totally Hers, I can't even beg Her to stop. She loves the concrete walls because they make such a nice sound when that rubber whip hits my flesh. I am just hanging there in the candle light with a nice sheen of sweat on my body and She winds up and hits me with the first lash. This is not going to be any ordinary whipping, She brought me here to surprise me, She wanted to really push me tonight, the first lash caught me by surprise it was so severe! A high keening wail comes out from behind the gag, before that is even finished She hits me again the SMACK, as the whip hits it is SO loud in the cellar and this time I scream! Mystique feels Herself getting so wet, She knows this is what She has wanted, waited for and She rears rear back and hit me again. She knows this is more than I have ever taken, but She doesn't care anymore, She is out of control with Her lust, it just feels so good, and She knows I cant go anywhere I just have to hang there and take it. She gets so damn hot because She knows She can keep me here, just keep this up, for hours, and that's exactly what She intends to do. Mystique lashes me again and watches the sweat really break out on my body. The whip makes such a nice noise now when it smacks my flesh, it sends a chill through Her. I am straining in the restraints, twisting in my bonds as She hits me again. Mystique loves this, Her pussy is getting so wet. Hearing my screams, knowing that I didn't expect this. She starts to walk around me, Her heels clicking on the concrete. As She comes around in front of me She sees the fear in my eyes and it thrills Her. It's like a drug and She gets such a rush from it. She rears back with Her arm and wraps the whip around my ribs and my back. I arch up on my toes and throw my head back as I scream into the gag. Her hand goes to Her pussy as the feeling of pure lust rushes through Her. She sees me open my eyes and I have a mixture of fear, pain, and lust in them. She has told me that some day She would grant my fantasy of a severe whipping with no way out, and now it is here. She stands there for a second rubbing Her clit, feeling how wet She is. I can smell the scent of Her pussy in the air and it makes me very horny, that and knowing this whipping is out of my control and it is going to be more severe than anything I have endured before. Then She starts walking around Her slave again, She strike out with the whip again, thrilled to hear me scream and struggle in my bondage. Mystique loves knowing that I cannot escape. That I am truly Her helpless bitch, and I am going nowhere until She releases me. The sounds of the whip cracks echo off the concrete walls, followed by my screams of pain, filling Her with such a feeling of lust. She is thrilled with the knowledge that we are miles out in the woods and there is no possible rescue for me, except when She chooses to release me. She has dreamed of this moment, She has masturbated Herself to mind blowing orgasms just at the thought of this fantasy, but tonight it is real! A naked, sweating male slut is chained and gagged right in front of Her with no chance of escape and Her whip marks covering my body. This is what She has always dreamed of, and tonight it is Hers. She stands just behind and to the side of Her slave as She whips my ass time after time. Watching me twist and scream as Her whip falls. Watching my ass turn red and the welts start to appear as I continue to pull at the restraints and scream into the gag. Once my ass is covered with Her marks She moves behind me and starts on my shoulders and back. I continue to scream and twist my body, pulling desperately at the chains but everything is locked hopelessly tight. I am going nowhere! She looks over on the floor and sees the ring of keys and knows this bitch is totally Hers. My back and ass are completely red and covered with Her marks, Her breath is coming in gasps as Her lust consumes Her. She's so horny that Her pussy juices are running down the inside of Her thighs. She continues to circle me, lashing out with Her whip, listening to me scream. The scent of Her sex starts to fill the room and just make Her want to whip me harder. Her arm continues to rise and fall as I twist and the chains make such a delicious noise, a reminder of how truly helpless this bitch is. She looses track of time and She's not sure how long She has been beating me, just walking around me, the sound of Her heels on the concrete accompanied by the crack of the whip hitting my flesh. My body is completely covered with welts, and I am covered in sweat. This bitch looks so delicious hanging there by my wrists, legs spread while She continues to lash me. She has waited so long for this and it feels so good, Her body is also covered in sweat now, Her pussy is throbbing with desire. She is so hot and exhausted from beating me, She decides it is time for Her to cum. Dropping the whip She picks up a leather jock strap and walks around in front of Her bitch as I just hang in my restraints. She knows I would be begging Her for mercy right now but the ball gag completely fills my mouth so I cannot utter a word. Pitiful moans and whimpering is all that comes from me as She stands naked in front of me. Mistress attaches the jock strap to me to protect my cock and balls, She doesn't want to accidentally catch me in the balls and cause me to pass out from the pain. Oh no, She wants me fully conscious and feeling everything as She completes the last part of my whipping. Mystique drags a nice little armless chair around in front of me and then goes back over to the toys She spread out earlier. There is a special flogger there, She picks it up. It has long tails on it so She can sit in the chair and when She lashes out with this whip, it will wrap around me and catch my ass and back. When She walks back in front of me, She has the whip in one hand and Her favorite vibrator in the other. She sits down in the chair and spreads Her legs, watching my eyes drawn to Her body. She slides the vibrator into Her soaking pussy and hits the on button. As its soft bussing is heard Mistress arches a bit in the chair and moans. Then opening Her eyes, Her right hand snakes out and lashes the whip around my ass. The crack is followed by a piercing scream that is absolute music to Her ears. Mistress is in heaven as She watches me scream and Her arm comes forward again catching me and lifting me up on my toes as my body arches and another scream is torn from my throat. My screams are music to Her, every one sends a chill through Mistress' body and deep into Her pussy. She feels Her orgasm building as Her arm continues to rise and fall and my screams become a non-stop wail of anguish. She is lost in a world of intense ecstasy. All Mistress hears is the crack of the whip and the screams of Her slave as She push the vibrator all the way up into Her pussy. Finally Mistress' body arches in the chair as Her orgasm hits Her, the whip falls to the floor as She grab the vibrator with both hands and ride it through an incredible orgasm. Finally Mystique opens Her eyes and drags Herself up from the chair. Her slave is hanging there in the chains, such a beautiful sight, shivering from the pain, my body red and covered in welts. She unhooks the spreader bar and gets the keys off the floor. Unlocking my cuffs She helps me down onto the carpet and take the ball gag from my mouth. Mistress lets me drink from a bottle of water as She sits there still trembling from the force of Her orgasm. I just lie there looking up at Mistress Mystique, my eyes filled with total submission, knowing that through my pain I have given Her the most incredible ecstasy of Her life. A Day in the Woods It was a hot summer day, the walk through the woods to the river had taken a lot out of him and he wasn't as quick to rush to the water as she was. He was perched on a large rock by the shore, a smoldering cigarette gripped between index and forefinger as he watched her ease her way into the cool stream. She was a hot little thing, only about five foot three, and if she weighed over one hundred pounds it was soaking wet with more clothes on than she had now donning only a white bathing suit top with blue flowers on it that held her young B breasts high and attentive. At least they grabbed the boy on the rocks' attention, his eyes were glued to her ass now though as the cut off jeans shorts turned a darker shade of blue as they took on water while she inched her way in. He pulled the cigarette from his lips as the smoke snaked down from his nose, she knelt down into the water, dipping her head below only for a second and gathering her long brown hair into a bunch as she cam up letting it fall down her back. She turned to face him as her feet left the bed of the river and she floated to her back. His eyes moved to lock on the patch of the matching bathing suit bottom he could see where her shorts made a v from being unbuttoned. "You gonna swim or just sit over there and kill yourself all day? " She spoke in a soft southern drawl and added a giggle at the end of her statement. A smile crossed his lips as he ground the half burnt cigarette into the rock he was sitting on and let the butt roll to the ground off the rock. He took the hem of his shirt into his fingers and pulled it up and over his head, first revealing his tightly sculpted six pack then his swollen pecks, he dropped the shirt next to him and slid down onto a small rock in front of this one. He unbuttoned his pants and worked the zipper open enough to work his faded jeans down and stepping out of them and laying them back on the rock with his shirt. The red and green plaid boxers he stood in now had a slight bulge in it from his member but he doubted she could see it from her vantage point in the river. She brought a hand up out of the water cupped and sent a handful of water through the air towards him, it hit his muscular torso and dripped down his body to wet his boxers and it took him only a second to launch off the rock, closing his eyes as his shaved head pierced the water and he shot towards her. He came up only a foot from her, cheeks protrude from a mouth full of water and he pushed it out in a stream that connected with the girl's cheek before she shook her head and disappeared under. She shot up out of the water right in front of him, her hands going to his shoulder to push him under, he lost an inch or two but being more muscular than her he kicked a few times and was pushing her up out of the water, his hands on her hips fingers hooking into her shorts and bathing suit bottom. She pushed off of him with a splash and was on her back again swimming away from him slowly, he kept the distance from her the same swimming at the same pace she did they exchanged smiled and glances bordering on lusty. She gave him a little wink before she rolled over to swim on her stomach towards the opposite shore that they entered from, as she kicked her legs back swimming her heart shaped ass would pop out of the water just slightly then sink back below the water level. As she neared the shore she more crawled along the river bottom up the pebbly entrance until she was barely in the water. She turned to sit with just her waist below water and he was already there, leaning into her he went right to her neck pressing lips softly to it and kissing it. She closed her eyes slowly lips parting to whisper " Oh Johnny. " to him and he kissed her neck again slightly high closer to her earlobe as an arm wrapped around his neck. His hands were on her hips as he licked up to her earlobe sucking it into his mouth, one leg of hers worked out from under her and cocked up to wrap around his waist a small moan escaping her throat. Her earlobe fell from his lips and he moved to push his lips into hers. Their lips massaging each others for a moment before parting for soft wet tongues to tease at each others, both theirs eyes squeezed tight closed as they kissed deeply. He broke their passionate kiss his eyes opening in time to see her opens hers to look into him. He sat back kneeling in front of her, his hands moving to grasp at each side of her already unzipped shorts. They slid down her soft sexual legs but not as he pulled them down, she backed out of them as he hold them where there were and climbed up to her feet. He knelt there, her shorts still gripped in his fingers and she walked backwards slowly biting her lip and moving hers hands up her body across her own breasts and up behind her neck, untying the string that ran around it and held her tits up and covered. She let the strings fall separately down her chest and held her breasts, holding the bathing suit up against them. She had backed up to the tree line and he had started to his feet. She disappeared behind a bush and he took off after her, when he rounded the bush she wasn't there but her top was. He made his way to it and stopped to look around, there her bottoms were about 10 feet away just past another large thicket of bush. He made his way to her bottoms and stopped looking around for another sign of her. She was sitting on the ground, a fallen tree between them her arms rested on the tree and her head laid on her arms looking to him. He pushed his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them to the ground, stepping out of them as he made his way to her. His cock was semi erect and standing out at an angle from his body, his pubic hair dark and curly, almost bushy as he'd never been in the habit of shaving only trimmed once and awhile. He stepped up onto the fallen tree his eyes running over her as she lay there looking up to him. " Oh my god. " it slipped out of his mouth as his eyes fixated on her shaven pussy, shed never shaven for him before and it was a new thing for him all together. She laughed at his reaction and uncrossed her legs, he could see strings of gooey juice stretch between her barely parted lips, strings of love juice glistened in the sun. Her hand moved to run up his leg as he stared at her young pussy she had to lean up to cup his balls only for a second then run her fingers along his shaft and grasp his cock, giving it a slight tug urging him off the tree. " I know you don't just wanna stare at it, come fuck me good like you do. " She locked her eyes to his and bit her bottom lip lightly. She let go of his now hard eight-inch cock and he jumped down off the tree, his dick bounced up and slapped against his tight stomach. He dropped to his knees and inched towards her, lowering himself down on his hands, his face creeping towards her shaved pussy. Seeing where he was headed she sat up her back against the tree trunk so she was facing him instead of sideways towards him. Her legs hooked up and she slouched down into the tree. He didn't waste a second to bury his tongue up into her snatch; her sweet sexual taste drove him crazy. He had his tongue buried up into her slick wet pussy hole, his nose buried into the v where her vagina split, rubbing against her clit unintentionally. He slurped his tongue out of the hole and slid it up across her clit and pausing to rub the slippery muscle against it. He understood all the hype about this, he hadn't been tickled by a wiry hair or found one stuck to his tongue yet. He got the feeling it would be even easier than it used to be to lick at her pussy for hours. Her hips were coming off the ground to grind against his face as he lapped at her clit, she reached behind her gripping the coarse bark of the tree in one hand and her soft pink nipple between two fingers of the other, squeezing and twisting it hard. Her pussy was quivering and pulsing in please, " Oh my fucking god, lick my pussy Johnny, lick it dry. " she screamed out the order between gasping breaths. As she shook and peaked she felt his tongue slide back down to her opening and push up inside of her, lapping at her aromatic juices. She moved to grab his head a hand on each side of it and she pulled him up out of her pussy to look down into his eyes, begging him with her eyes to come up and fuck her. He climbed up on top of her, bringing his lips, moist with her juices to her lips. His tongue pushed between her soft lips and rolled across her teeth waiting for her tongue to meet his. He felt her hand sliding down his side and taking hold of his swollen cock, it was already twitching the head swollen and purple. She guided him up into her wet pussy lips, his engorged head separating them and moving its way up into her. Covering his shaft in her thick soft juices. He ground into her burying himself into her balls deep, her creamy white fluids pressing out of her lips into his thick pubic bush. Her eyes pressed closed and her head fell back into the tree as he started to work his way in and out of her, slowly trying to make this experience last. " Oh shit, oh no. " The words slipped from his still moist lips and he bit the bottom one. His cock was twitching and jerking but he still forced it in and out of her sweet soft pussy. Hot semen forced its way out of the member and painted the walls of her snatch, his hot fluids mixing with her and oozing out of the bottom of her hole around his cock. He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him kissing him on the cheek. She smiled his head buried in her neck and she felt his cock soften and slowly slide out of her hole. A Day in the Woods Scotland: September, 1560 There were several reasons why Margarete would always remember the September day she spent in the woods with Colin. It was far from the first or the last time she would spend a day riding out with her husband, and taking their mutual pleasure in the tall grass or under the trees, but this day was special. The first reason was, until that day, she had never watched others while they made love. She had, of course, had glimpses on festival days of indiscrete couples celebrating the license of Beltane or midsummer, but these glimpses had always been fleeting: something sensed in the shadows more than seen in the light. On this day, the sun was bright, and the man and woman not only visible, but known to her. On this day, unseen by the two, she had, after an initial shrinking back, become an intentional observer. The second reason was she had cause to know without a doubt that it was the activities of that day spent under the trees and sky which gave her her heart's desire: a second pregnancy. Since losing her first baby far too soon, she had hoped each time, but had never expected to know for certain when the miracle occurred. The third reason why the memory of that day would remain indelible was the simple fierce passion of it. She loved best to mate with Colin out of doors. To be sure they did it in the lawful safety of their curtained bed often enough, but something in her soul and body thrilled to take Colin inside her with the fresh breeze on her skin, the scent of flowers or pine needles surrounding her, and the benevolence of the trees and the sky above her. To the pleasure of the surroundings was added the savor of satisfying desires too long denied. Colin had been in Perth for several weeks conferring with the trader and captain who minded his business affairs. He had returned the night before, and his weariness had been equal to no more than being pleased by Margarete's skill with lips and tongue. He had only one day at home, and left early the following morning to spend several more weeks in Leeth, which was how Margarete knew beyond any doubt that it was their romp in the woods that day which brought about her pregnancy. That day began early. Weary from travel, Colin had gone to bed, and slept long and deeply. When he woke, it was to see Margarete awake and watching him. He reached out his hand and took hers. On many a tiresome day in the saddle, he had remembered pleasurable times spent out of doors with Margarete and other women. After so long on the road, he found the curtained bed comfortable, but when well rested, a little confining. Enjoying the sight of his wife after many days apart, he remembered the morning on which they had consummated their marriage. She saw a glint come into his eyes, and he said, "I'd fancy an early morning ride wi ye in the woods." Instantly she read his thoughts, and remembered what he remembered. She smiled broadly and nodded. No one was about so early, and they felt like conspirators as they dressed and left their chamber. As on that other morning, they crept as quietly as they could threw the great hall, Colin pausing to retrieve food and a flask of wine left on the high table. In the stable, the horses shifted about sleepily. Margarete sat down to wait while Colin saddled and bridled their horses. Outside, the crisp September air was pleasant. Colin chose a direction that would take them on an undemanding course towards a small wood within which was a pleasant pond in a tiny clearing. They spoke little, but looked often at one another. Margarete savored the clean lines of his body, his easy carriage, that sense of natural command that came from his physical confidence, and from years of being the laird to those who dwelt on his lands. Colin's eyes returned often to her, admiring the warm gold of her hair, her proud baring, the graceful ease with which she handled her horse, the curves of her body, familiar, but still somehow exotic to him. At the edge of the wood they dismounted. The trees were too close together for easy riding, and each felt a desire to be closer to one another than could be achieved on horseback. They tethered their mounts leaving them enough reign to graze, linked arms, and set off into the trees. The tops of the trees rustled continuously in the light breeze, but at ground level the air was still, and quietness enveloped them. The ground was thick with needles, and their feet made little sound as they moved together. There was the occasional rustling of a small animal, and now and then the call of a bird from overhead. Margarete's senses were filled by the sight and scent of the trees, her mind and body with longing for her husband. She didn't hear the faint sound some distance ahead that caused Colin to drift to a standstill, his hand on Margarete's arm, drawing her to a halt also. She turned to him, about to ask him what was wrong, but he put a quick finger to his lips. His eyes widened warningly, and he flicked his gaze further along their path. Now she heard it too: a faint sound. It was the sound of a woman's voice, but there were no words. The gasping cry was repeated. Margarete jerked with surprise. Colin could see at once that she had not understood, and held her arm firmly, pressing his finger against her mouth to silence her. The cry was repeated in a rhythmical way that quickly made it clear to Margarete that the sounds were not those of a woman in distress, but those of a woman's pleasure. Margarete's eyes opened wide in astonishment. Colin had all he could do to keep from laughing aloud at the bemused expression on her face. He held her there for a long moment, compelling her to hear. Her eyes strained forward, but there was nothing to be seen but trees. At last, she shifted restlessly, trying to draw away from him back the way they'd had come, but he wouldn't allow it. He held her, his intense stair commanding her to be still. She submitted reluctantly. The sounds coming from somewhere ahead of them stirred many emotions in her mind, and an unmistakable response in her body. She wished to retreat from all of these things. She presumed that Colin's reluctance to do so was in deference to the unseen lovers: a polite urge not to disturb them. She did not understand the mischievous gleam in his eye until he began very slowly to urge her towards the lovers rather than away from them. A subtle, silent struggle ensued. She, motivated by the good manners she had ascribed to him, was reluctant to make any sound, but tried to resist his pressure on her arm drawing her slowly forward. He, motivated by something quite different, pulled her along beside him, still enjoining caution and silence. Reluctant but forcibly drawn on, and not only by his firm grip on her arm, she slid carefully forward. She peered alternately down at her feet to preserve their stealthy progress, and ahead to make sure they didn't suddenly become visible to those they sought to see. The ground began to slope down slightly, and she became conscious of the scent of water and damp ground. Colin drew them to a halt, then shifted carefully to one side until they had a view into the clearing by the pond which had been their destination. But someone had got there before them: two someones in fact, who were disporting themselves on top of a cloak thrown on the ground. Colin's hand moved quickly to cover Margarete's mouth to smother her involuntary gasp of shock. She instantly recognized the distinctive green of the cloak. It was a remarkable shade of sea green that she and Lise had admired greatly. It matched exactly the uncommon colour of a petticoat Margarete had purchased for Lise in Perth on their arrival in Scotland. Colin's trading master, recalling their fondness for the colour, had brought a bolt of cloth in that shade on his last visit. Margarete clearly recalled the hours spent turning some of the fabric into a lovely lining for a warm woolen cloak for Lise. There could be no mistaking the identity of the woman who lay on her back, her black hair spread out around her, and by extension, that of the man who straddled her. Margarete stood paralyzed with shock. Even as a cascade of thoughts and emotions flooded her, she was keenly aware of Colin's body pressed against her from behind, and of his hand still covering her mouth. Cautiously, he drew her back slightly to ensure they were out of sight of the couple on the ground, who nevertheless seemed far to absorbed to notice anything in their surroundings. Margarete no longer resisted; she let herself be drawn backwards against him. She leaned back gratefully, feeling momentarily weak with surprise and confusion. Although she had never seen a man and woman make love before, the sight of Lise naked, on her back and given up to sexual passion was not a new one. Indeed, how often Margarete had seen her so, had in fact been the eager cause of such abandon. The disorientation of the moment was profound. Of course Margarete knew well that Lise and Owen were lovers, had encouraged the relationship, and joyed for Lise as it thrived. Still, in this moment, Margarete felt a stab of hither-to unacknowledged jealousy. Knowing a thing and seeing it for one's self were very different she discovered. On the heels of this feeling was the quick caution Lise had instilled in her against ever letting anyone know the nature of their intimacy. As servant and mistress, Lise and Margarete had, for several years, routinely spent hours alone together in field and wood, or in Margarete's bedchamber. It was such a conventional relationship that neither Margarete's family nor Colin's household had ever thought to question its propriety. More worldly by far than her younger mistress, Lise had always counseled extreme care never to even hint at the true nature of their bond to anyone. Now, standing hidden in the trees watching Lise being well pleased by another, Margarete had to discipline herself to remember that this sight must seem wholly and completely new to her. Neither had she ever thought to see Owen in such a posture. She had spent many happy hours in the great hall or on horseback sharing tunes with Owen. They were both accomplished musicians, and sang and played well together. Added to this unique bond was the fondness Margarete would have felt for anyone who brought such happiness to her beloved Lise as Owen did: and she simply liked him for himself. Nonetheless, she had never imagined seeing him unclothed, much less engaged in vigorous copulation. She felt her heart racing, and, despite her many confused thoughts and emotions, could not ignore the irresistible response in her body to such a sight. Behind her, Colin felt the tension in her. In her absolute stillness, he sensed clearly that it was no longer the tension of someone restrained who wished to flee. Colin could not honestly have said that he'd never imagined seeing Lise unclothed, but he'd never truly expected to. Owen, on the other hand, he had seen unclothed and in such sport on many occasions. Foster brothers and sworn companions, they had shared much, including uncounted women on uncounted evenings of indulgence both here and during their sojourn in Paris. Margarete was not to know this of course, and he was glad to have no reason to hide the grin that spread across his face as he pulled Margarete's curvaceous body more securely against his. There was laughter from the two on the ground, a confusion of movement, and then Lise was straddling Owen, moving with accomplished ease, kneeling up, hands resting on Owen's chest. He reached up to caress her breasts, and Lise threw back her head, wholly abandoned to sensation. It was Colin's turn for a moment of sharp disorientation. The sight triggered a barely retained memory from a drunken night of pleasure. There had been several women...; Owen had been there he was sure of that. Had it been Paris? Perth? He dismissed memories of many chambers from many brothels. The setting was elusive, but the memory of a lusty woman straddling him with the muscular thighs of a horsewoman persisted. As Owen's hands slid lower, between Lise's parted legs, he gave up the effort to remember, and simply watched as Lise was brought skillfully to a peak of pleasure that caused Colin to pull Margarete even more tightly against him. She wriggled, and he knew that she was roused also. Colin kept his eyes focused on Lise as Owen neared his own climax. Colin always enjoyed most to watch the woman who was the cause of such release. He acknowledged a vicarious pleasure in his friend's pleasure, but his visceral response was to the woman's body or the woman's skill which elicited it, and into whom it was poured. Margarete was no longer motionless in his grasp. He had let his hand fall from her mouth, confident that she would do nothing to risk exposing them. One arm was around her waist, and with the other he touched her breasts through her clothing. She pressed back against him, then began to move with a slow rhythm that he wasn't sure she was even conscious of. Without taking her eyes from Owen and Lise, she leaned her head back against him in subtle invitation. He bent and placed his lips on the back of her neck. She gasped, and he replaced his hand over her mouth, less with warning than with a deliberate possessiveness and command. Lise and Owen rested for a brief time, facing one another and speaking in low voices that did not carry. Lise looked up at the position of the sun in the sky, and they both rose quickly to their feet, dressed, and left the small clearing heading in a different direction from the one where Margarete and Colin stood. In the uncommon silence of the trees, the two who stood listening could hear the sound of horses being greeted, untied, mounted, and ridden away from the other side of the wood. Colin supposed that Lise and Owen had ridden around to the other side of the wood, and planned to exit from there so that anyone observing them returning would not be certain where they had been. When the sounds died away, Margarete shifted restlessly, but he neither let her go nor removed his hand from her mouth. He pressed himself against her, and with his other hand pulled up her skirts. He propelled her forward in front of him. He surveyed the clearing, and chose his target quickly. He urged her firmly toward a fallen tree. Some of its roots remained in the earth, and it slanted at an angle to the ground. He moved her toward it at a place that was around waste height for her. Wordlessly he pushed her forward at the shoulder so that she had to put out her hands to steady herself. With one foot he urged her two feet apart, and pushed her shoulders. Complicit, she leaned forward, bracing herself on her forearms, bending as he silently commanded. She braced her legs as he pushed up her skirts, exposing her buttocks and thighs to the cool air. With one hand he braced himself on the trunk of the tree where it sloped upward. With the other, he found her vulva, wet as he had known it would be, and guided his rigid cock inside her. His first thrust was powerful, possessive, and she cried out with the surprise and pleasure of it. Once firmly inside her, he let go of the tree and stood, his hands hard on her hips. Still without speaking, he used one foot to urge her feet even wider apart. Understanding, she shifted as he wished. She took more of her weight on her arms, and allowed her hips to relax and open, sinking down slightly, welcoming him deep inside her. He grunted with satisfaction as his hands tightened on her hips. His movement was now a combination of thrusting into her and pulling her to him. With her arms and feet braced, she was pliant in his hands. Although she had eased him with her mouth the night before, it had been many weeks since he had taken her, and he didn't try to prolong the act; there would be time enough for that later. He thrust ruthlessly, taking her instinctively and without thought. Glad to be taken so, also knowing there was time, she gave herself to him willingly, and turned to smile happily at him when he let her go. After a brief, chilly wash in the pond, she returned to the shore, and they sat together on the lower part of the fallen tree to share a morsel and some watered wine. They spoke little at first, and he searched her face surreptitiously. The sadness of losing her baby too soon had lingered for a long time, but he saw no sign of it as her bright eyes rested on him, but a dawning suspicion kindled there. "Did you know they would be here? Did you engineer this deliberately?" He laughed heartily. "Nae! It was a good idea which Owen clearly had also. He's been apart from his woman too, and this is a bonny place to take a lively lass in the morning." Her eyes dropped modestly, and her cheeks flushed a little. "You've nae seen the like before." It was a statement not a question, certain as he was of her purity and inexperience. She shook her head, her eyes on the ground, embarrassed by her undeniable response. He laughed again and placed his hand affectionately on her thigh. "Ye needna be ashamed," he said lightly, "You're nae the first to be stirred by such things. In fact there are many places where such displays are offered for a price." She raised her eyes to his face, wide and curious. Lise had spoken to her of such things, but the idea was still strange to her, and although her ignorance was not entirely sincere, her curiosity was. "Have you seen such things before?" "Aye." "For a price?" "Usually." Her eyes drifted away across the open water. She wanted to know more, but at the same time she had a shrinking from hearing about his experiences with other women. She resolved to ask Lise about it later. His hand tightened on her thigh. "Ye ken I've always had a great fondness for seeing ye naked in the sun. I thought of it many times while I was away. Is it warm enough for ye?" She smiled mischievously. "I brought a warm cloak with me. If I get cold I can pull it around me." She rose and stood before him. With his help, she shed her various layers of clothing, laying them carefully over the fallen tree to keep them from the ground. Finally she stood before him, her attitude docile, but her eyes bright with expectation. He had always been pleased and a little startled by the ease with which she accepted his taste for taking pleasure in the woods rather than in the discreet privacy of their bed. Likewise, she displayed a natural acceptance of her own unclothed body that he did not associate with well-bred women. He knew her to be innocent at the time of their marriage, and it was a mystery to him. He took her hands in his as he gazed at her, and she removed one of them to reach out and stroke his cheek. Marriage had been a matter of pragmatism for him and duty for her, and they each felt deep gratitude to have found such joy where they had only expected obligation. He reached out a hand and rested it on the curve of her waist. She stood completely still as he caressed her hips, the outside of her thighs, then cupped her breasts. The edge of his lust had been dulled, and he took his time now, running careful fingertips around her nipples, watching as they hardened, but restraining himself from touching them. She clasped her hands behind her back, exposing herself to his touch. When he had run his hands slowly up and down her inner thighs several times, she professed her inability to continue standing. He caught up her cloak and laid it on the ground exactly where Lise and Owen had lain. The spot was in full sun now, and it warmed her as she lay down on her back, happily abandoned to whatever Colin would give her. She understood that she had satisfied him last night and earlier that morning, and that he would gladly take his time with her now. A Day in the Woods He knelt beside her and simply looked at her for a moment. He felt lust mixed with an intense tenderness he'd never known for any woman before her. He would please her, but there was plenty of time. Impulsively, he swung his leg over her, placing a knee on either side of her shoulders. He put one hand under her head, and with the other guided himself between her lips. She took him gladly, gently, lovingly. He watched his flesh disappear into her mouth and, not fully hard yet, pushed himself firmly against her, the sight rousing a fierce need. She made a soft sound of pleasure which he felt as well as heard. With some reluctance, but also with considerable smugness, he drew himself away and knelt once more beside her. He ran hard hands down her body, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Neither did he touch her between her legs, but he put firm hands on her inner thighs, pushing them apart. She sighed and opened to him, eager but restraining herself, trusting him. When he commanded her to turn over, she obeyed willingly. She lay on the ground, pillowing her forehead on her arm as he lay on top of her. He pressed his lips against the back of her neck, then at the sensitive place where her neck curved gracefully into her shoulder. He bit her gently as he pressed her body beneath his, and she groaned with longing. He knelt up and sat back on his heels, positioning himself so that her hips were in easy reach. He cupped her buttocks in his hard hands and squeezed, indulging himself in one of his favourite parts of her body as she pressed herself upwards. He reached down, pushing her thighs apart, but would not touch her as she silently urged him to do. He tugged gently on her pubic hair, then went back to squeezing her rounded flesh in time to the rhythmic way she was rotating her hips against the ground. He moved off her and urged her onto her back once more. He lay on top of her, pressing her beneath him, taking her lips in a deep kiss. She pressed upwards, making soft moaning sounds that begged him to enter her but he would not. He took her two hands in his and held them over her head. Pressing his full weight on her, he reached with his other hand to crush one breast between hard fingers. Still he wouldn't give her what she wanted most. Finally, he knelt up, straddling her hips and sitting back as though he had all the time in the world. He spent several minutes, excruciating to her, pressing his palm between her legs and making slow circular movements. She continued to thrust against him but he wouldn't be hurried. He reached up and took a breast in either hand. He squeezed firmly, then let go, Using only his fingertips, he pinched her nipples in slow but firm repetitions that made her cry out each time. "I want ye tae beg me for it," he said complacently. She gasped, then said hoarsely, "Please, please fill me, please!" He made her repeat this several times, alternately squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Finally, he moved to enter her, but would give her only an inch or two, then would withdraw to slide himself slowly against her slippery wetness. "Please!" she exclaimed with mounting frustration. He grinned, and gave her just a little of himself, then a little more. When he was half way inside her, she groaned between her teeth and thrust her hips upwards sharply, but he was too quick for her. He withdrew completely and went back to rubbing his hard flesh against her soft wet flesh and her swollen clitoris. She gave a gusty sigh which mingled pleasure, frustration and excitement in equal measure, and lay back, utterly passive, completely submissive to whatever he chose to do. He understood, and smiled the smile of a self-satisfied man who has his comely wife exactly where he wants her. He leaned down and kissed her lips with great tenderness, running a hand down her cheek. "Aye," he said huskily, "That's how I want ye." She returned the kiss gently. "Ye ken I'll take care o ye, take ye properly." She sighed again against his lips, content now, her motionless body still thrumming with unsatisfied desire. He loved her enthusiasm for bed sport, but sometimes he desired her utter stillness, the superficially passive receptivity to whatever he chose to give her. He went up on one hand, and with the other, placed himself just barely inside her. Reveling in her stillness, he moved in small thrusts, giving her only part of himself. He looked intently down into her face. Her eyes were unfocused, her attention directed inward. "Look at me," he commanded. Languidly she focused on his face. He stared directly into her eyes. When finally she was gazing back with equal intensity, he thrust hard, entering her fully and deeply. He commanded her silently not to break eye contact as slowly, he began a relentless rhythm that brought him as deep inside as he could be, and as close to pulling out as he could get without actually doing so. Her breathing was ragged and loud in the quiet clearing, but she made no other sound as he took her, and that was how he wished it. Intuitively, neither made any sound which would distract from the sensations of their bodies joining in violent union. At last he broke the intense eye contact and shifted his weight off his hands and fully onto his knees. The new angle let him reach even further into her, and he leaned his hands on her belly as he thrust. When she moved with him, he took one of her hands in his and guided it between her legs. He had encouraged her to do this on many occasions, believing that he was introducing her to a new and bold custom. Mindful of Lise's instruction regarding the appearance of naivety in such matters, Margarete had let herself be guided, had simulated clumsiness and a modest reluctance, and made a show of wide-eyed surprise when she had come to the peak of pleasure by her own hand. He had delighted in this performance, not recognizing it as such, and encouraged her to repeat it often, while he pleased her in other ways all his own. He watched with fascination as her fingers moved deftly. Her eyes had gone out of focus once more, and she was replaying in her mind the scene she and Colin had come upon in the clearing earlier. The sight had greatly stimulated her at the time, and now, as her own peak neared, she found that it achieved a vividness in her memory and in her body that she hadn't experienced in the moment itself. She had pleased Lise many times, and was familiar with the sights and sounds of Lise's pleasure. Seeing Lise pleased by another in ways Margarete could never achieve, drew a visceral response from Margarete that added an even greater intensity to her response to Colin. Colin kept his thrusts deep and even in the way he knew she liked. Her uninhibited cries grew as the combination of his thrusts, the response to the images in her memory, and her own manipulations brought her to a shuddering, gut-wrenching orgasm. When the spasms subsided and she was more in command of herself, she smiled happily up at him, and brought her hands up to run them over the familiar, exciting planes of his body. The edge of her need softened by her own satisfaction, she gave renewed attention to his, and to the driving sensation of him inside her, undistracted by her need for release. There had been a time after the tragic early end of her first pregnancy when she could not make love to Colin without the omnipresent preoccupation with her desire for a child. He had begun to sense the change in her from heedless passion to a somewhat somber ferocity. He hadn't liked it, and they were both relieved when, in the course of time, the preoccupation faded. Now, as she lay on the ground, welcoming her husband into her, she wondered happily if this would be the time. When he came inside her, she cried out as though it were her own climax. Later, they made love again in the bright sunshine, less fiercely, more tenderly and playfully. Afterward, she lay supine to the sun, reveling in the feel of the light breeze on her naked skin. She laid her hand over her lower belly and wondered peacefully if this would be the time. A Day in the Woods Audio * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (31 min/mp3) * * * * * Scotland: September, 1560 There were several reasons why Margarete would always remember the September day she spent in the woods with Colin. It was far from the first or the last time she would spend a day riding out with her husband, and taking their mutual pleasure in the tall grass or under the trees, but this day was special. The first reason was, until that day, she had never watched others while they made love. She had, of course, had glimpses on festival days of indiscrete couples celebrating the license of Beltane or midsummer, but these glimpses had always been fleeting: something sensed in the shadows more than seen in the light. On this day, the sun was bright, and the man and woman not only visible, but known to her. On this day, unseen by the two, she had, after an initial shrinking back, become an intentional observer. The second reason was she had cause to know without a doubt that it was the activities of that day spent under the trees and sky which gave her her heart's desire: a second pregnancy. Since losing her first baby far too soon, she had hoped each time, but had never expected to know for certain when the miracle occurred. The third reason why the memory of that day would remain indelible was the simple fierce passion of it. She loved best to mate with Colin out of doors. To be sure they did it in the lawful safety of their curtained bed often enough, but something in her soul and body thrilled to take Colin inside her with the fresh breeze on her skin, the scent of flowers or pine needles surrounding her, and the benevolence of the trees and the sky above her. To the pleasure of the surroundings was added the savor of satisfying desires too long denied. Colin had been in Perth for several weeks conferring with the trader and captain who minded his business affairs. He had returned the night before, and his weariness had been equal to no more than being pleased by Margarete's skill with lips and tongue. He had only one day at home, and left early the following morning to spend several more weeks in Leeth, which was how Margarete knew beyond any doubt that it was their romp in the woods that day which brought about her pregnancy. That day began early. Weary from travel, Colin had gone to bed, and slept long and deeply. When he woke, it was to see Margarete awake and watching him. He reached out his hand and took hers. On many a tiresome day in the saddle, he had remembered pleasurable times spent out of doors with Margarete and other women. After so long on the road, he found the curtained bed comfortable, but when well rested, a little confining. Enjoying the sight of his wife after many days apart, he remembered the morning on which they had consummated their marriage. She saw a glint come into his eyes, and he said, "I'd fancy an early morning ride wi ye in the woods." Instantly she read his thoughts, and remembered what he remembered. She smiled broadly and nodded. No one was about so early, and they felt like conspirators as they dressed and left their chamber. As on that other morning, they crept as quietly as they could threw the great hall, Colin pausing to retrieve food and a flask of wine left on the high table. In the stable, the horses shifted about sleepily. Margarete sat down to wait while Colin saddled and bridled their horses. Outside, the crisp September air was pleasant. Colin chose a direction that would take them on an undemanding course towards a small wood within which was a pleasant pond in a tiny clearing. They spoke little, but looked often at one another. Margarete savored the clean lines of his body, his easy carriage, that sense of natural command that came from his physical confidence, and from years of being the laird to those who dwelt on his lands. Colin's eyes returned often to her, admiring the warm gold of her hair, her proud baring, the graceful ease with which she handled her horse, the curves of her body, familiar, but still somehow exotic to him. At the edge of the wood they dismounted. The trees were too close together for easy riding, and each felt a desire to be closer to one another than could be achieved on horseback. They tethered their mounts leaving them enough reign to graze, linked arms, and set off into the trees. The tops of the trees rustled continuously in the light breeze, but at ground level the air was still, and quietness enveloped them. The ground was thick with needles, and their feet made little sound as they moved together. There was the occasional rustling of a small animal, and now and then the call of a bird from overhead. Margarete's senses were filled by the sight and scent of the trees, her mind and body with longing for her husband. She didn't hear the faint sound some distance ahead that caused Colin to drift to a standstill, his hand on Margarete's arm, drawing her to a halt also. She turned to him, about to ask him what was wrong, but he put a quick finger to his lips. His eyes widened warningly, and he flicked his gaze further along their path. Now she heard it too: a faint sound. It was the sound of a woman's voice, but there were no words. The gasping cry was repeated. Margarete jerked with surprise. Colin could see at once that she had not understood, and held her arm firmly, pressing his finger against her mouth to silence her. The cry was repeated in a rhythmical way that quickly made it clear to Margarete that the sounds were not those of a woman in distress, but those of a woman's pleasure. Margarete's eyes opened wide in astonishment. Colin had all he could do to keep from laughing aloud at the bemused expression on her face. He held her there for a long moment, compelling her to hear. Her eyes strained forward, but there was nothing to be seen but trees. At last, she shifted restlessly, trying to draw away from him back the way they'd had come, but he wouldn't allow it. He held her, his intense stair commanding her to be still. She submitted reluctantly. The sounds coming from somewhere ahead of them stirred many emotions in her mind, and an unmistakable response in her body. She wished to retreat from all of these things. She presumed that Colin's reluctance to do so was in deference to the unseen lovers: a polite urge not to disturb them. She did not understand the mischievous gleam in his eye until he began very slowly to urge her towards the lovers rather than away from them. A subtle, silent struggle ensued. She, motivated by the good manners she had ascribed to him, was reluctant to make any sound, but tried to resist his pressure on her arm drawing her slowly forward. He, motivated by something quite different, pulled her along beside him, still enjoining caution and silence. Reluctant but forcibly drawn on, and not only by his firm grip on her arm, she slid carefully forward. She peered alternately down at her feet to preserve their stealthy progress, and ahead to make sure they didn't suddenly become visible to those they sought to see. The ground began to slope down slightly, and she became conscious of the scent of water and damp ground. Colin drew them to a halt, then shifted carefully to one side until they had a view into the clearing by the pond which had been their destination. But someone had got there before them: two someones in fact, who were disporting themselves on top of a cloak thrown on the ground. Colin's hand moved quickly to cover Margarete's mouth to smother her involuntary gasp of shock. She instantly recognized the distinctive green of the cloak. It was a remarkable shade of sea green that she and Lise had admired greatly. It matched exactly the uncommon colour of a petticoat Margarete had purchased for Lise in Perth on their arrival in Scotland. Colin's trading master, recalling their fondness for the colour, had brought a bolt of cloth in that shade on his last visit. Margarete clearly recalled the hours spent turning some of the fabric into a lovely lining for a warm woolen cloak for Lise. There could be no mistaking the identity of the woman who lay on her back, her black hair spread out around her, and by extension, that of the man who straddled her. Margarete stood paralyzed with shock. Even as a cascade of thoughts and emotions flooded her, she was keenly aware of Colin's body pressed against her from behind, and of his hand still covering her mouth. Cautiously, he drew her back slightly to ensure they were out of sight of the couple on the ground, who nevertheless seemed far to absorbed to notice anything in their surroundings. Margarete no longer resisted; she let herself be drawn backwards against him. She leaned back gratefully, feeling momentarily weak with surprise and confusion. Although she had never seen a man and woman make love before, the sight of Lise naked, on her back and given up to sexual passion was not a new one. Indeed, how often Margarete had seen her so, had in fact been the eager cause of such abandon. The disorientation of the moment was profound. Of course Margarete knew well that Lise and Owen were lovers, had encouraged the relationship, and joyed for Lise as it thrived. Still, in this moment, Margarete felt a stab of hither-to unacknowledged jealousy. Knowing a thing and seeing it for one's self were very different she discovered. On the heels of this feeling was the quick caution Lise had instilled in her against ever letting anyone know the nature of their intimacy. As servant and mistress, Lise and Margarete had, for several years, routinely spent hours alone together in field and wood, or in Margarete's bedchamber. It was such a conventional relationship that neither Margarete's family nor Colin's household had ever thought to question its propriety. More worldly by far than her younger mistress, Lise had always counseled extreme care never to even hint at the true nature of their bond to anyone. Now, standing hidden in the trees watching Lise being well pleased by another, Margarete had to discipline herself to remember that this sight must seem wholly and completely new to her. Neither had she ever thought to see Owen in such a posture. She had spent many happy hours in the great hall or on horseback sharing tunes with Owen. They were both accomplished musicians, and sang and played well together. Added to this unique bond was the fondness Margarete would have felt for anyone who brought such happiness to her beloved Lise as Owen did: and she simply liked him for himself. Nonetheless, she had never imagined seeing him unclothed, much less engaged in vigorous copulation. She felt her heart racing, and, despite her many confused thoughts and emotions, could not ignore the irresistible response in her body to such a sight. Behind her, Colin felt the tension in her. In her absolute stillness, he sensed clearly that it was no longer the tension of someone restrained who wished to flee. Colin could not honestly have said that he'd never imagined seeing Lise unclothed, but he'd never truly expected to. Owen, on the other hand, he had seen unclothed and in such sport on many occasions. Foster brothers and sworn companions, they had shared much, including uncounted women on uncounted evenings of indulgence both here and during their sojourn in Paris. Margarete was not to know this of course, and he was glad to have no reason to hide the grin that spread across his face as he pulled Margarete's curvaceous body more securely against his. There was laughter from the two on the ground, a confusion of movement, and then Lise was straddling Owen, moving with accomplished ease, kneeling up, hands resting on Owen's chest. He reached up to caress her breasts, and Lise threw back her head, wholly abandoned to sensation. It was Colin's turn for a moment of sharp disorientation. The sight triggered a barely retained memory from a drunken night of pleasure. There had been several women...; Owen had been there he was sure of that. Had it been Paris? Perth? He dismissed memories of many chambers from many brothels. The setting was elusive, but the memory of a lusty woman straddling him with the muscular thighs of a horsewoman persisted. As Owen's hands slid lower, between Lise's parted legs, he gave up the effort to remember, and simply watched as Lise was brought skillfully to a peak of pleasure that caused Colin to pull Margarete even more tightly against him. She wriggled, and he knew that she was roused also. Colin kept his eyes focused on Lise as Owen neared his own climax. Colin always enjoyed most to watch the woman who was the cause of such release. He acknowledged a vicarious pleasure in his friend's pleasure, but his visceral response was to the woman's body or the woman's skill which elicited it, and into whom it was poured. Margarete was no longer motionless in his grasp. He had let his hand fall from her mouth, confident that she would do nothing to risk exposing them. One arm was around her waist, and with the other he touched her breasts through her clothing. She pressed back against him, then began to move with a slow rhythm that he wasn't sure she was even conscious of. Without taking her eyes from Owen and Lise, she leaned her head back against him in subtle invitation. He bent and placed his lips on the back of her neck. She gasped, and he replaced his hand over her mouth, less with warning than with a deliberate possessiveness and command. Lise and Owen rested for a brief time, facing one another and speaking in low voices that did not carry. Lise looked up at the position of the sun in the sky, and they both rose quickly to their feet, dressed, and left the small clearing heading in a different direction from the one where Margarete and Colin stood. In the uncommon silence of the trees, the two who stood listening could hear the sound of horses being greeted, untied, mounted, and ridden away from the other side of the wood. Colin supposed that Lise and Owen had ridden around to the other side of the wood, and planned to exit from there so that anyone observing them returning would not be certain where they had been. When the sounds died away, Margarete shifted restlessly, but he neither let her go nor removed his hand from her mouth. He pressed himself against her, and with his other hand pulled up her skirts. He propelled her forward in front of him. He surveyed the clearing, and chose his target quickly. He urged her firmly toward a fallen tree. Some of its roots remained in the earth, and it slanted at an angle to the ground. He moved her toward it at a place that was around waste height for her. Wordlessly he pushed her forward at the shoulder so that she had to put out her hands to steady herself. With one foot he urged her two feet apart, and pushed her shoulders. Complicit, she leaned forward, bracing herself on her forearms, bending as he silently commanded. She braced her legs as he pushed up her skirts, exposing her buttocks and thighs to the cool air. With one hand he braced himself on the trunk of the tree where it sloped upward. With the other, he found her vulva, wet as he had known it would be, and guided his rigid cock inside her. His first thrust was powerful, possessive, and she cried out with the surprise and pleasure of it. Once firmly inside her, he let go of the tree and stood, his hands hard on her hips. Still without speaking, he used one foot to urge her feet even wider apart. Understanding, she shifted as he wished. She took more of her weight on her arms, and allowed her hips to relax and open, sinking down slightly, welcoming him deep inside her. He grunted with satisfaction as his hands tightened on her hips. His movement was now a combination of thrusting into her and pulling her to him. With her arms and feet braced, she was pliant in his hands. Although she had eased him with her mouth the night before, it had been many weeks since he had taken her, and he didn't try to prolong the act; there would be time enough for that later. He thrust ruthlessly, taking her instinctively and without thought. Glad to be taken so, also knowing there was time, she gave herself to him willingly, and turned to smile happily at him when he let her go. After a brief, chilly wash in the pond, she returned to the shore, and they sat together on the lower part of the fallen tree to share a morsel and some watered wine. They spoke little at first, and he searched her face surreptitiously. The sadness of losing her baby too soon had lingered for a long time, but he saw no sign of it as her bright eyes rested on him, but a dawning suspicion kindled there. "Did you know they would be here? Did you engineer this deliberately?" He laughed heartily. "Nae! It was a good idea which Owen clearly had also. He's been apart from his woman too, and this is a bonny place to take a lively lass in the morning." Her eyes dropped modestly, and her cheeks flushed a little. "You've nae seen the like before." It was a statement not a question, certain as he was of her purity and inexperience. She shook her head, her eyes on the ground, embarrassed by her undeniable response. He laughed again and placed his hand affectionately on her thigh. "Ye needna be ashamed," he said lightly, "You're nae the first to be stirred by such things. In fact there are many places where such displays are offered for a price." She raised her eyes to his face, wide and curious. Lise had spoken to her of such things, but the idea was still strange to her, and although her ignorance was not entirely sincere, her curiosity was. "Have you seen such things before?" "Aye." "For a price?" "Usually." Her eyes drifted away across the open water. She wanted to know more, but at the same time she had a shrinking from hearing about his experiences with other women. She resolved to ask Lise about it later. His hand tightened on her thigh. "Ye ken I've always had a great fondness for seeing ye naked in the sun. I thought of it many times while I was away. Is it warm enough for ye?" She smiled mischievously. "I brought a warm cloak with me. If I get cold I can pull it around me." She rose and stood before him. With his help, she shed her various layers of clothing, laying them carefully over the fallen tree to keep them from the ground. Finally she stood before him, her attitude docile, but her eyes bright with expectation. He had always been pleased and a little startled by the ease with which she accepted his taste for taking pleasure in the woods rather than in the discreet privacy of their bed. Likewise, she displayed a natural acceptance of her own unclothed body that he did not associate with well-bred women. He knew her to be innocent at the time of their marriage, and it was a mystery to him. He took her hands in his as he gazed at her, and she removed one of them to reach out and stroke his cheek. Marriage had been a matter of pragmatism for him and duty for her, and they each felt deep gratitude to have found such joy where they had only expected obligation. He reached out a hand and rested it on the curve of her waist. She stood completely still as he caressed her hips, the outside of her thighs, then cupped her breasts. The edge of his lust had been dulled, and he took his time now, running careful fingertips around her nipples, watching as they hardened, but restraining himself from touching them. She clasped her hands behind her back, exposing herself to his touch. When he had run his hands slowly up and down her inner thighs several times, she professed her inability to continue standing. He caught up her cloak and laid it on the ground exactly where Lise and Owen had lain. The spot was in full sun now, and it warmed her as she lay down on her back, happily abandoned to whatever Colin would give her. She understood that she had satisfied him last night and earlier that morning, and that he would gladly take his time with her now. A Day in the Woods Audio He knelt beside her and simply looked at her for a moment. He felt lust mixed with an intense tenderness he'd never known for any woman before her. He would please her, but there was plenty of time. Impulsively, he swung his leg over her, placing a knee on either side of her shoulders. He put one hand under her head, and with the other guided himself between her lips. She took him gladly, gently, lovingly. He watched his flesh disappear into her mouth and, not fully hard yet, pushed himself firmly against her, the sight rousing a fierce need. She made a soft sound of pleasure which he felt as well as heard. With some reluctance, but also with considerable smugness, he drew himself away and knelt once more beside her. He ran hard hands down her body, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Neither did he touch her between her legs, but he put firm hands on her inner thighs, pushing them apart. She sighed and opened to him, eager but restraining herself, trusting him. When he commanded her to turn over, she obeyed willingly. She lay on the ground, pillowing her forehead on her arm as he lay on top of her. He pressed his lips against the back of her neck, then at the sensitive place where her neck curved gracefully into her shoulder. He bit her gently as he pressed her body beneath his, and she groaned with longing. He knelt up and sat back on his heels, positioning himself so that her hips were in easy reach. He cupped her buttocks in his hard hands and squeezed, indulging himself in one of his favourite parts of her body as she pressed herself upwards. He reached down, pushing her thighs apart, but would not touch her as she silently urged him to do. He tugged gently on her pubic hair, then went back to squeezing her rounded flesh in time to the rhythmic way she was rotating her hips against the ground. He moved off her and urged her onto her back once more. He lay on top of her, pressing her beneath him, taking her lips in a deep kiss. She pressed upwards, making soft moaning sounds that begged him to enter her but he would not. He took her two hands in his and held them over her head. Pressing his full weight on her, he reached with his other hand to crush one breast between hard fingers. Still he wouldn't give her what she wanted most. Finally, he knelt up, straddling her hips and sitting back as though he had all the time in the world. He spent several minutes, excruciating to her, pressing his palm between her legs and making slow circular movements. She continued to thrust against him but he wouldn't be hurried. He reached up and took a breast in either hand. He squeezed firmly, then let go, Using only his fingertips, he pinched her nipples in slow but firm repetitions that made her cry out each time. "I want ye tae beg me for it," he said complacently. She gasped, then said hoarsely, "Please, please fill me, please!" He made her repeat this several times, alternately squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Finally, he moved to enter her, but would give her only an inch or two, then would withdraw to slide himself slowly against her slippery wetness. "Please!" She exclaimed with mounting frustration. He grinned, and gave her just a little of himself, then a little more. When he was half way inside her, she groaned between her teeth and thrust her hips upwards sharply, but he was too quick for her. He withdrew completely and went back to rubbing his hard flesh against her soft wet flesh and her swollen clitoris. She gave a gusty sigh which mingled pleasure, frustration and excitement in equal measure, and lay back, utterly passive, completely submissive to whatever he chose to do. He understood, and smiled the smile of a self-satisfied man who has his comely wife exactly where he wants her. He leaned down and kissed her lips with great tenderness, running a hand down her cheek. "Aye," he said huskily, "That's how I want ye." She returned the kiss gently. "Ye ken I'll take care o ye, take ye properly." She sighed again against his lips, content now, her motionless body still thrumming with unsatisfied desire. He loved her enthusiasm for bed sport, but sometimes he desired her utter stillness, the superficially passive receptivity to whatever he chose to give her. He went up on one hand, and with the other, placed himself just barely inside her. Reveling in her stillness, he moved in small thrusts, giving her only part of himself. He looked intently down into her face. Her eyes were unfocused, her attention directed inward. "Look at me," he commanded. Languidly she focused on his face. He stared directly into her eyes. When finally she was gazing back with equal intensity, he thrust hard, entering her fully and deeply. He commanded her silently not to break eye contact as slowly, he began a relentless rhythm that brought him as deep inside as he could be, and as close to pulling out as he could get without actually doing so. Her breathing was ragged and loud in the quiet clearing, but she made no other sound as he took her, and that was how he wished it. Intuitively, neither made any sound which would distract from the sensations of their bodies joining in violent union. At last he broke the intense eye contact and shifted his weight off his hands and fully onto his knees. The new angle let him reach even further into her, and he leaned his hands on her belly as he thrust. When she moved with him, he took one of her hands in his and guided it between her legs. He had encouraged her to do this on many occasions, believing that he was introducing her to a new and bold custom. Mindful of Lise's instruction regarding the appearance of naivety in such matters, Margarete had let herself be guided, had simulated clumsiness and a modest reluctance, and made a show of wide-eyed surprise when she had come to the peak of pleasure by her own hand. He had delighted in this performance, not recognizing it as such, and encouraged her to repeat it often, while he pleased her in other ways all his own. He watched with fascination as her fingers moved deftly. Her eyes had gone out of focus once more, and she was replaying in her mind the scene she and Colin had come upon in the clearing earlier. The sight had greatly stimulated her at the time, and now, as her own peak neared, she found that it achieved a vividness in her memory and in her body that she hadn't experienced in the moment itself. She had pleased Lise many times, and was familiar with the sights and sounds of Lise's pleasure. Seeing Lise pleased by another in ways Margarete could never achieve, drew a visceral response from Margarete that added an even greater intensity to her response to Colin. Colin kept his thrusts deep and even in the way he knew she liked. Her uninhibited cries grew as the combination of his thrusts, the response to the images in her memory, and her own manipulations brought her to a shuddering, gut-wrenching orgasm. When the spasms subsided and she was more in command of herself, she smiled happily up at him, and brought her hands up to run them over the familiar, exciting planes of his body. The edge of her need softened by her own satisfaction, she gave renewed attention to his, and to the driving sensation of him inside her, undistracted by her need for release. There had been a time after the tragic early end of her first pregnancy when she could not make love to Colin without the omnipresent preoccupation with her desire for a child. He had begun to sense the change in her from heedless passion to a somewhat somber ferocity. He hadn't liked it, and they were both relieved when, in the course of time, the preoccupation faded. Now, as she lay on the ground, welcoming her husband into her, she wondered happily if this would be the time. When he came inside her, she cried out as though it were her own climax. Later, they made love again in the bright sunshine, less fiercely, more tenderly and playfully. Afterward, she lay supine to the sun, reveling in the feel of the light breeze on her naked skin. She laid her hand over her lower belly and wondered peacefully if this would be the time.