4 comments/ 20313 views/ 0 favorites Clearing in the Woods By: normique A big thank you to my editor for his kindness and his time, and especially for keeping me on my toes. CLEARING IN THE WOODS They begin their day together by walking hand in hand through a park next to a lake, crunching fallen leaves beneath their feet, and watching birds gather for their long flight south. A blustery wind blows off the water sending a chill through her thin sweater and raising goose flesh on her body. He puts his arm around her shoulders to share the warmth of his body with her, protecting her from the elements. Off the path is a quaint coffee shop. They enter, and find a small group of patrons seated in front of a raised platform where a poet is sharing his latest efforts. Words written from his imagination are melodic and spellbinding. All eyes are upon him as he spins a tale of love found and lost, only to be found again. The pitter patter of a sudden and unexpected rainfall can be heard on the tin roof of the little shop. The poet, a master story teller with the gift of rhyme, lifts his head and smiles at the people whose rapt attention he possesses, and he speaks. "The Rain Murmurs Upon the Roof The rain murmurs upon the roof. Pure water sliding down the glass Of the window panes of our heart. Cleansing us of the broken pieces That thus far, have refused to part. I hear it whisper in the trees outside. A kaleidoscope of sun and clouds and Droplets of color bending and blending To send forth a rainbow to brighten The skies and give us hope." Walking through the park after leaving the coffee shop, the older woman and younger man decide to take a detour off the beaten path through the woods that surrounds the park. The woods is surprisingly dry after the rain, the canopy of trees acting as an umbrella to protect the floor of beautiful leaves that have drifted upon the wind, and fallen softly to the ground. After a short walk they come upon a circular clearing in the woods, almost as if the world has given them a private stage. The clearing is covered with soft, downy, still green grass. The sun has poked its brilliant face out from behind the clouds, warming the air, its shinning rays filtering through leaves still left on the tall trees that surround the clearing. Its beauty is haunting; with the only sound that of a lone songbird, serenading them with a pure sweet melody. Nature has given them an enchanted forest and they are speechless. Holding hands, they turn in a circle taking in the magic of the moment. She faces him and smiles, her radiance piercing his heart. The young man gently wraps his arms around her gathering her to himself, his face buried in her hair, her breasts soft against his chest, her hands caressing his back. Never had his arms felt so perfect around anyone. He pulls slightly away and using his index finger, slowly lifts her chin so he can gaze upon her face. Her eyes sparkle like moonbeams bouncing silver off the sea, and he lowers his head to taste her soft succulent lips. Their lips melt into each other from the sheer heat of passion in life's rare gift of kindred spirits connecting and building emotional bonds. The chemistry between them is explosive and all consuming, taking them by surprise. His cock instantly springs to life, and her vulva swells with desire, her nipples hard as steel nubs pressing against his chest. The world has disappeared and time is no more. The lone bird has stopped its serenade. There is only the two of them facing each other in the sun drenched circle of enchantment, each finding in himself a need for the other, a thirst of two souls sensing their communion of hearts. She steps back out of arm's reach, and looking into his eyes, removes her sweater and lets it fall to the carpet of grass. His cock is aching as he watches her delicate fingers slowly unbutton the first button of her blouse, then the second, and third, and fourth. With the unleashing of each button, more of her creamy skin is revealed as the material falls away. At last the final button is unfastened and her blouse joins her sweater on the downy grass. Braless, her full perfect breasts are exposed to the warm sun and to his rapturous gaze. She watches as he hurriedly removes his shirt from his wide shoulders and muscular arms, and throws it to the side. The black hair on his chest tapers to a thin line running down his six pack abdomen and disappears into his pants. Her gaze is transfixed on the long thick bulge straining against the denim of his blue jeans. He unbuttons the single button at the waistband and begins to unzip them, but stops. She looks at him with a question on her face and sees him smile as he raises one eyebrow and glances at her jeans. They remove their jeans together, his falling to the ground and kicked aside, his cock springing free. Her jeans slowly gliding over the soft curve of her hips, down her shapely legs and off her feet. Stepping out of them, she slowly and deliberately turns around, offering him a visual tour of her voluptuous body. Her long slim torso tapers to a narrow waist which widens nicely to feminine hips suggesting the classic valentine buttocks that his hands ache to hold. She turns facing him and his eyes drop to a bushy patch of pubic hair, his imagination seeing the delicate flower that lies beneath, covered with the dew of desire. She takes the pins from her hair, shaking it loose, and letting it fall across her shoulders and down her back. The sun dances golden off her hair bathing her skin in the soft glow of amber and shadow. The sight of this beautiful naked woman is a feast for his eyes and leaves him breathless. He swallows hard, his cock throbbing. For all the money in the world, he would not trade this moment. Nothing more than knowing she is near him is needed to make him feel peace and a need for it to never end. His mind tells him she is a goddess shrouded in sunlight and kissed by the breeze, but his body is telling him he must possess this incredible creature. Their yearnings grow as they realize their hands are mutually outstretched in common hunger. His hunger for her kiss is the focus of his consciousness. She comes to him, her mouth as hungry as his own, ripping his thoughts from all else with each kiss, making him anything but sane. Only the sight and smell of her can ever matter. The feel of her warm hand caressing his neck leaves him breathless. He feels the lushness of her breasts, weighing them in his hands, and he can no longer refrain from taking her nipples between his fingers and gently but firmly tweak and pull them. Her breasts rising as she deeply sucks in her breath at the heat rising in her loins. She stands still, her arms at her sides as if in a trance, while he makes love to her breasts with his hands and his mouth. Her eyes close as his greedy suckling tells her of his deep desire. He ravishes her breasts like a hungry babe. Her knees begin to weaken. Sensing her weakness, he wraps his arm around her waist and draws her to him, his throbbing cock hard against her stomach. He devours her mouth with his lips and his tongue. His breath catches in his throat when he feels her warm hand grasp his cock. Pre-come drips from its head lubricating her hand as she begins to stroke him. Knowing he won't last long with her sweet hands working their magic, he lifts her in his strong arms and lays her on the soft carpet of grass, the rainbow of leaves caressing her hair. She lies there so sweetly warm, eyes closed, arms above her head, and legs splayed and so deliciously welcoming. He knows new hunger for her taste as her skin and thighs pass along the fragrance of her musk. The sweet sheen of wetness is everywhere on her womanhood. It stirs his senses and his groin aches to penetrate her. But, not yet, not until he tastes every part of her. Her hips begin to move in anticipation of being orally ravished as he licks and sucks her toes, slowly kissing and dragging his tongue up her leg and across her thighs, closer and closer to her growing need. He places his face between her thighs, his nose brushing her pubic hair just above her slit, deeply inhaling her essence and feeling the moisture and heat escaping her body. Her aroma is intoxicating and he can no longer wait to taste her. Using his thumbs, he gently separates her outer lips, exposing the delicate flower within and the bud from which it springs. She's as beautiful to him as any painting an artist has deemed to be his masterpiece. He uses his tongue like an artist uses a brush to paint a canvas, using soft strokes of his tongue up and down her delicate tissue, into every nook and cranny, savoring her juices and devouring her sweetness. He continues to eat her like a hungry animal, unable to get enough of her, licking and nipping, and pulling, and sucking her hard nub. He feels it throbbing in his mouth and he hears her moans and whimpers as her hips gyrate to a primal rhythm. His lust and focus is intense, as if he were a mad man. There is no other existence for him, but this woman and her wonderful taste, no other existence for him but giving her pleasure and taking pleasure from her. Her cries of pure pleasure pierce the silence of the forest. The trees witness her body writhing, her breasts heaving, fully erect nipples reaching toward the cerulean sky. Her lovely body convulses in the ancient dance of those in the throes of ecstasy. How lovely she looks to him now, her body bathed in the rays of the sun, head thrown back, mouth open, face and chest flushed with the blush of desire and fulfillment Yet, never would he learn to satisfy her as much as he wanted to. He could only be a student of great devotion. Part 2 to follow Clearing in the Woods Ch. 02 Her cries of pure pleasure pierce the silence of the forest. The trees witness her body writhing, her breasts heaving, fully erect nipples reaching towards the cerulean sky. Her lovely body convulses in the ancient dance of those in the throes of ecstasy .How lovely she looks to him now. Her body bathed in the rays of the sun, head thrown back, mouth open, face and chest flushed with the blush of desire and fulfillment, yet never would he learn to satisfy her as much as he wanted. He could only be a student of great devotion." He holds her there, admiring the view, his arms wrapped around her thighs, his cheek resting on her soft inner thigh, gazing at her moist lips, so full, so lush, so beautiful. His gaze travels up her body, across her quivering stomach, to her lush breasts, settling on her flushed face. He watches her until her breathing returns to normal and her body is calm and relaxed. She runs her tongue across her dry lips, opens her eyes, and smiles at him. "That was wonderful, my darling." "Do you know how much I desire you?" he asked. Do you know what goes through my mind when I see you like this? Do you know what my body tells me when I drive you over the edge? "No, tell me." "I desire you like no other. My desire for you is so overwhelming my mind cannot grasp it fully. If I were to Iive forever I would never forget how you look at this moment. Your image is imprinted on my mind and my soul. When I see you in the throes of orgasm the world stops for me, we are the only two people on earth. My pulse quickens, my breath is taken away by your beauty, and every nerve ending comes alive. I can't keep my eyes or my hands off you. My cock has never been this hard and it wants to possess all of you. I want to be your protector, to stand guard over you to keep you safe from anything or anyone that will cause you harm or unhappiness. I want you to be mine for eternity. I want this moment to last forever." She looks into his eyes as he speaks and every word he utters touches her deeply. Tears of happiness and love fill her eyes and spill across her cheeks. She closes her eyes and feels his soft lips kiss her tears away. He lay on top of her and kisses her passionately, searing her with desire as if he were branding her. Her arms wrap around him holding him close, her hands running up and down his rippling back muscles and across his massive arms. His cock is hard against her stomach and she wants to feel it inside her. His lips are on her shoulder kissing their way up the side of her neck until they reach her ear, where she hears his faint whisper. "My darling, I want you to lay back and close your eyes and feel every sensation that I intend on giving you. Feel the coolness of the grass on your back, feel the warmth of the sun on your smooth skin and feel the soft breeze caress your perfect breasts and play upon your nipples. Know that the creatures of the forest are watching and stand in awe of your beauty, as I am." He watches her as she stretches to full length on her back, arms above her head, feet on the ground, knees drawn up and spread wide, a smile of expectation on her lovely face. She feels his moist warm mouth latch onto first one nipple than the other nipple, sucking hard and fast, drawing each up to full length, the hard buds throbbing with desire. When he releases them, she indeed feels the cool breeze play upon them and it sends a shockwave to her nether regions. Soft kisses are planted on the inside of her thighs. He licks and savors the taste of their first shared orgasm. Oh she tastes wonderful. He slides his face closer to her gorgeous womanhood, stopping just short, and deeply inhales. Ahhhhhh..... the scent, the musk of his lover has captured his soul, his lust and desire fueled by her scent. His eyes take in all, her lips fully wetted and parted, each fold begging to be orally explored, her clitoris now fully engorged and glistening, waiting to be suckled again. His kisses begin once more, first one sensual thigh, then the other, working slowly to those sweetened lips, over and around her furry mound of pubic hair, then under to the very beginning of her wet slit. Her soft moans of pleasure float in the enchanted clearing, a signal that she and her lover are yet exploring further delights. His hands slowly snake their way upwards, around and over her spread thighs, up her soft velvety belly and coming into contact with her full breasts. They lift the supple titflesh, and then cover both breasts, feeling the growing nipples on his palms. Her moans and writhing continue, this time slower, deeper, as she surrenders to his touch, his tongue. His forefingers and thumbs have both nipples firmly between them, and he is stroking each as they grow in size, masturbating them as if tiny growing cocks. Her moans deepen to his delight, and his tongue continues lapping the full length of her parted lips. The feel of his goatee on her sensitive labia makes her squirm with desire and it grows moister and moister as he licks and enjoys her taste. His cock needs to be touched, but he knows it will explode if he does, so he refrains. He looks up to gaze into her eyes. "Please, my Darling, let me taste you, let me taste your come once again." Their eyes lock in a lovers gaze, both intimate and devilishly erotic. All she can do is moan "Yes, yes, I will" He returns to her womanhood. His tongue begins snaking its way into her and tasting her deeply while his hands still knead her heaving bosoms and fully erect nipples. In and out of her, his tongue penetrating her pussy walls as he knows his throbbing cock will be doing soon, in and out, swirling around inside her love tunnel. He probes her as he feels her writhe and hears her moan even louder, the clearing's sun warming his backside, much as she warms his lips with hers. Her hands cover both of his for a time, mimicking and duplicating his hands motions on her breasts. She enjoys his attention to her fabulous breasts, and only moves them when she gasps with pleasure once his mouth finds her clit. At first, his tongue circles it, first left to right, then right to left, but once his lips fully cover her hardened clit, her hands move to her lover's head, at first only stroking the hair, then pressing his lips and mouth closer, tighter to her aching pussy. Her legs open further still, as if to pull in her lover and his wonderful lips, then close slightly and tremble, as her second orgasm draws nearer. He is quite aptly making her forget where they are, who they are, for moments like this; it is only the two of them. She can feel his hunger for her in the way he is licking her clit, at the moans of his carnal pleasure that are now matching hers and in the hunger, that hunger they both share. She will give all; do all for him, for herself, for them. His tongue now furiously lashes at her clit, each stroke pushing her closer and closer, and her ass lifting slightly at each brush of a particularly sensitive patch of labia, her hands both stroking and pressing his head, his face in closer, tighter. He inhales deeply, her wonderful aroma filling his senses, intoxicating him. He moans deeply, and she feels it, feels the vibration of his lips against hers, feels her lover's hands full of her tingling nipples, and feels the sensations of his long wet tongue probing her now soaked lips and swollen bud. Her head thrashes from side to side, her hands closing around the soft grass, finger tips digging into the earth below. She opens her eyes to the sun streaked sky above, then closes them tightly and crosses the threshold of pleasure. Her thighs shake and tremble and a flushed feeling of sweet release overtakes her as she shares with her lover the second of many powerful orgasms. His mouth and taste buds lap hungrily at her delicious juices, it drives him wild as the juices seem sweeter, hotter than the first time. He wants more, must have more, and drinks all he can. As her moans subside, yet echo slightly through the private forest they've enjoyed, he pulls back only slightly to gaze, to savor, to gently touch this woman he has craved for so long. He runs his hands along and over her silk like skin, enjoying the simple touch, her sweet soft thighs, her womanhood and the wetness they've created, her heaving breasts, her neck, finally the side of her lovely face. Shifting his position, he takes both cheeks in his hands, and kisses her deeply, passionately, longingly, and the kiss is sweet. He lies beside her, holding her from behind, both now stretched out in the clearing of soft, downy still green grass, her frame fitting perfectly in his arms, as they spoon and cuddle together, kissing, still moaning, skin touching, one hand cupping her breast, his hard cock pressed to her flesh. The fall breeze, warmed by the sun, covers us like a sheet... A lazy Sunday feeling, a lover's touch, all familiar now... For the two of us, what once was missing is now complete... 'Two lovers, intertwined and together at last, to be...to discover...to explore... Shadows fall, and the breeze, now with its hint of winter, cools her nipple and it grows. Seeing this, he does as well, and they both want...more...more...more...' Part Three? We shall see. ________________________________________