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Magnificent

By: janiexx



"You've got that look on your face again...come on, spill the beans!"

Annie laughed and blushed, her eyes twinkling as she poured out a glass of wine for her friend Elizabeth. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Oh, please, Annie! Yes you do! Every time you mention walking your smelly dog..." Elizabeth paused and looked down at Sam who was gently snoring at their feet, "You have this silly smile plastered all over your face!"

"I do not!"

The friends giggled and sipped their wine, the dusk outside making the cosy room seem even more snug and intimate than usual.

"What's his name, then?"

Annie smiled. "I really don't know. I've only smiled at him as we've passed. He doesn't have a dog with him but he doesn't look like a weirdo."

"Hmmm...I'd be a bit wary if I were you. I'd be suspicious of a man out walking without a dog."

"Why? Maybe he just loves to walk."

Elizabeth shrugged. "But most people around here have dogs. Weren't you worried when you saw him the first time?"

"Yes, a little, I have to admit. But Sam here would protect me, wouldn't you baby?" Annie bent to stroke the dog behind his ears and his tail thumped. "And anyway, around here, nothing's going to happen, is it?"

"I don't know. He doesn't sound familiar and I know most families from the village. Tell me what he looks like again?"

Annie smiled. "OK...he's tall with gorgeous brown hair and has beautiful blue eyes that sometimes look grey when he smiles, very broad shoulders and he's gorgeous. Oh, and in his mid thirties I would guess. But he has such an open friendly face, Liz...I can't believe he's a weirdo. Just shy, maybe."

"And he's never said a word?"

"Nope. He just smiles at me and that's it." Annie sighed. "He makes me feel so good even though we've never spoken. When Dave left I felt terrible. I thought that it was all my fault and even though I know deep down it wasn't, the shock made me feel as if he hated me." Annie paused and thought back to the day she'd returned home to find a note from her fiancé. It was a cowardly act, to abandon her two weeks before their wedding, because, as he'd written, he needed to "find" himself, which he had three days later, in the arms of Annie's best friend Georgia.

Elizabeth reached over and took Annie's hands. "Next time you see him, say hello, for heaven's sake! You've made the first moves, let him know you're interested!"

"But what if he's married or has a girlfriend? I'd feel such a fool!"

Elizabeth laughed. "You're not going to jump on him, are you? Just be friendly!" She rolled her eyes at Annie and tutted. "How on earth you manage on your own, I don't know!"

A few days later, Annie remembered her friend's words as she called Sam for his walk. It was a beautiful day in late March and Spring had definitely arrived. The winter had been long and hard and Annie was fed up with the cold weather that had seemed to go on forever. It was a delight to be out in the warm air and see Nature waking all around her and Sam seemed to feel the same as he made off across the fields after the scent of a rabbit. 

Annie felt a sense of anticipation as she followed, her eyes scanning the horizon for the mystery man. She didn't see him every day, but she desperately wanted to see him today and follow Elizabeth's advice. He's bound to be married, though, she thought to herself. Anyone as good looking as him must have been snapped up ages ago. Thoughts of Dave surfaced and the pain she had tried to suppress felt like a stab in her heart. They should have been married now and settling into a comfortable life. Dave had been her childhood sweetheart and she'd known him for twenty years, ever since they were at Primary school together and he'd sat next to her on their first day. Maybe that was it, she thought. Maybe they'd been together too long...

As she walked, she thought back to all the things they'd done together, their travels, the ups and downs that were part of a long term relationship, and her dreams for the future. She'd wanted children and she'd wanted to grow old with him but now that was never going to be. He would have children with Georgia and the thought of seeing them with babies made the tears spring to Annie's eyes. The landscape blurred and melted into a tapestry of browns and greens and she groped in her pocket for a tissue. When she looked up again, the man was standing in front of her, a puzzled look on his face.

Annie jumped with surprise, all thoughts of saying hello gone from her mind. Today he seemed taller than ever and the sunlight caught his hair and turned it into the colour of Autumn conkers. His eyes were full of warmth and compassion but again, he never uttered a word. He was dressed in brown jeans and a green shirt that accentuated his broad physique and he seemed to tower over Annie, his presence making her feel strangely relaxed rather than intimidated.

They stared at each other and then he slowly and gently wiped away a tear that had made its way down Annie's cheek. His hands were large, but soft and warm, and Annie gasped as their eyes met. She didn't know what to say, felt her words stick in her throat and knew that she couldn't break the spell. Words now would seem flippant and silly and all she wanted was to live in this moment and prolong the pleasure of his touch.

But as swiftly as he had reached out to her, he had gone, his broad back disappearing down the wooded track that led to the lake. She watched him go, her spirits plummeting as he strode away and blended into the surrounding landscape.

*

"You have to talk to him!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she sat opposite Annie the same evening. "I can't believe you didn't even say hello!"

"It wasn't like that!" Annie protested. "I can't explain how it felt to have him touch me like that. I felt alive and exhilarated and then when he left me, I could have cried my eyes out. He's gorgeous, Liz...so beautiful, if I can call him that. His body...he's like a God or something. Like something out of one of those glossy magazines where the male models have been airbrushed so much they don't look real."

Elizabeth looked confused. "I've been asking around and there's nobody who matches your description, Annie. Do you think he's foreign? Polish or something?"

Annie shook her head. "I don't know. I just wish you could see him. You'd swoon."

"Well, if he's from abroad, that would explain why he doesn't say anything. He can't speak English!"

"It's not that. There's something about him I can't explain. Perhaps next time I go you can come with me."

So, two days later, the friends made their way along the path that skirted the fields and hedgerows and walked towards the lake which shimmered in the late afternoon sun. It was a perfect day again and the trees wore their new coats of green, the leaves shining and rustling in the gentle breeze that teased the hair of the women. 

"It's so beautiful here," Annie sighed. "I feel so lucky to live in the country rather than the town, despite the lack of men!"

Elizabeth laughed. "Depends what sort of man you want! I think the average age is about ninety around here!"

The countryside was looking its best. The trees were no longer leafless and Annie breathed in the delicious scents as they walked. The fields, recently so bare and earthy were also showing signs of life, new green shoots pushing their way through the brown soil. Even the birds seemed to rejoice in the warmer days, their songs echoing through the silent forest that bordered the lake.

"Well...any sign?"

Annie shook her head. "No. I normally see him by now. Just as I go through the gap in the hedge next to the wood, he appears." She looked bitterly disappointed and stopped to scan the horizon. "There's nobody about today."

"Why don't we wait? He might appear at any minute."

"No, it'll look like I'm desperate, Liz."

"No, it won't. The man touched you, for heaven's sake! He caressed you! He's definitely interested!"

They carried on walking, the only sounds the distant drone of an aeroplane and the birdsong. Sam appeared in front of them, his tail wagging as they approached and Annie laughed. "Wish I was a dog. I'd be happy with just a comfortable bed, a walk and lots of food."

Beneath their feet, twigs cracked and as they entered the wood, the birds grew silent. Annie looked up at the trees, their silent presence comforting and beautiful. Sometimes she felt as if they were watching her but she never felt worried or scared out on her own. Sam was a big enough dog to deter anyone who threatened her, but the reason she loved the area so much was how safe she felt. Normally if she met another person out for a walk, she would say hello or even have a chat, but this mystery man was different altogether. The only rational explanation would be that he was foreign and couldn't speak the language.

"I feel like I want to whisper," whispered Elizabeth. "It's been ages since I came here, but I suppose it's just another walk to you."

"I feel like that too. The trees are so beautiful. They're just there, aren't they? Silently growing and some of them so old." They looked at the gnarled trunks of the oaks nearby and Annie reached out to touch the leaves. "So alive and just...magnificent." 

Elizabeth laughed. "Ever thought of becoming a tree-hugger?"

"No! But I do love them. And in winter, the bare branches against the sky. I'm forever taking photographs."

Elizabeth stopped and listened. "I heard something. A twig cracked or something." Both girls waited, holding their breaths, but all around was silence and the distant cry of a bird, its haunting voice carrying on the breeze.

"He's not going to show, is he?" Annie murmured, looking at her watch. "Come on, let's go home."

*

Another week passed before Annie saw the man again. He was striding along in the distance and almost blended in with the landscape around him. He didn't see her, and she felt that agonising stab of disappointment when she realised that she would never catch up with him. Since her walk with Elizabeth she hadn't stopped thinking about him and all thoughts of Dave had gone from her mind, which was a relief. She'd been to the village pub in the hope that she would see him there but it had been full of local lads who'd eyed her up like she was a piece of meat. Every time she drove in and out of the village she'd scanned the streets for him but there'd been no sign.

Elizabeth had been asking around as well and nobody had taken on casual work, not even the farmers who sometimes took on men to help with the hedge-cutting and spring planting. It was a mystery.

Annie kept busy with her job as a local Primary school teacher. She loved to take her young children on nature walks and often hoped to see him as they roamed around the village pointing out the Spring flowers and wildlife. There'd been no new children enrolled at the school so at least if he was new he didn't have a family. At night she gazed out of her cottage windows towards the distant woods and fields and wondered what he was doing and where he was. She knew it was stupid, but she'd felt such a strong connection to him that she couldn't stop herself. If he was married, why wasn't his wife out walking with him?

Every now and again, Annie caught a glimpse of her reflection in the hall mirror and wondered if he found her attractive. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, more girl-next-door, but she'd never really thought about how appealing she was as she'd been with Dave for so long. Her brown eyes looked back at her reflectively and she turned her head this way and that to study her profile. Her best feature, she supposed, was her long chestnut coloured hair. Idly, she imagined what their children would look like and then told herself to snap out of it. He was quickly becoming an obsession.

Over the next few days, Annie tried not to think of her stranger any more. If he was interested he would have spoken to her and from now on she was going to walk and not try and cross his path. One evening, after being kept late at school with a meeting, she took Sam out just before sunset. It was far later than she'd have liked but the dog needed a quick run and Annie took her normal route across the fields and down to the wood. It was very quiet and the sky had turned into a flaming pink and orange that looked almost magical. 

She stood and stared at the sky for a long time while Sam sniffed and snuffled in the thick undergrowth. A familiar feeling of loneliness came over her again as she realised she had nobody to share this moment with. As she turned to go back the way she came, she saw him. He was standing in the path, blocking her way, and she couldn't see the expression on his face. Annie was suddenly acutely away of how late it was and how alone she was. Sam had disappeared and the silence was profound. Fighting her feeling of fear she walked towards him but he stood his ground, his broad shoulders filling the narrow path and making it impossible for her to go past. 

Up close she could see he was watching her, a curious expression on his face. He looked stern and Annie's alarm grew. Was he a madman, escaped from a nearby hospital? She could feel her heart hammering in her chest and swallowed nervously. 

"Hi," she said, her mouth dry. "Isn't it a beautiful evening?"

He said nothing, just carried on staring at her and Annie braced herself for the worst. This had been what he'd been waiting for, she thought. An evening walk when she was all alone and nobody around to help. In her rush to get out she'd even left her mobile phone at home.

Annie stopped as she could go no further. He filled the path and she could smell his scent, a mixture of cold evening air and new green leaves. For someone who could be deranged, he smelt good. They stood facing each other for what seemed like ages and Annie relaxed. His face had softened but his eyes still held hers, dark in the evening light.

"Do you speak English?" she asked. "My name's Annie."

He said nothing but held out his hand and stroked her cheek. Again, his hand was warm and soft and Annie could feel shivers run down her spine. She reached up and covered his hand with hers, amazed at her own bravery.

It seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. He opened his arms and gathered her close, so her eyes were level with his chest. She could feel the warmth coming from his body and inhaled his scent which smelled delicious, a mixture of natural earthy scents, and fresh leaves. Did he live in the forest?

She looked up at him and smiled. "I guess you don't speak English. Do you understand me?"

In answer he bent and kissed her softly on the mouth, his lips warm and dry against hers. She leaned in closer and responded to his kiss, her arms wrapping around his body and drawing him closer. She could feel her arousal building as their lips met, his body hard and comforting against her. He felt so solid and she melted inside, wondering how he would feel if he made love to her, imagining him naked, their bodies entwined...

Annie forgot everything as they carried on kissing, his tongue gently probing inside her mouth and meeting hers. He moved closer and held her tightly in his arms and she could feel how aroused he was through the fabric of his jeans. She wondered what would happen...should she invite him back to her cottage or was that being too forward? Did he live nearby and was someone expecting him home at any minute?

She pulled away and looked into his eyes. "Who are you?" she asked. "Do you live near here?"

Again, he didn't answer, just pulled her gently over to a nearby tree. She leaned against it and he pressed closer and closer, his body moulding into hers. Their kisses were now hot and passionate and there was no doubt in Annie's mind as to what was going to happen. She was wearing a long skirt and boots and could feel her knickers grow wet with her arousal. As if sensing what she wanted, he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pressing into her rhythmically as they kissed. Annie had never felt so turned on in her life as he thrust against her. No clothes had been removed but she could feel her orgasm building as he pressed deeply into her, his tongue inside her mouth doing what she so desperately wanted his cock to be doing. 

Suddenly he stopped and looked down at her, his breath coming in short gasps. He seemed to be listening and Annie tried to still her own heavy breathing. He softly set her down and turned in the direction of the open fields where Annie could see, in the murky distance, a couple walking their dog. 

Her disappointment was acute as he smiled, kissed her gently on the lips and then strode away, deeper into the wood. She stared after him, her body screaming with frustration. She'd been so close to having an orgasm, had given herself up to the most delicious sensations she'd ever had and she wanted so much more. When would she see him again? And she still knew nothing about him... The tears rolled freely down her cheeks as she called for Sam and sadly made her way home.

*

The next day Annie called Elizabeth and told her what had happened. She didn't tell her how, in bed the previous night, she'd brought herself to orgasm with her fingers, her mind full of the mystery man and the feelings he'd awoken in her. When she came, she'd cried, the tears streaming down her face in frustration and need.

Elizabeth couldn't believe what Annie told her. "You mean, you sort of made love with him yet you know nothing about him? He didn't say anything?"

"No," Annie groaned. "Oh, he made me feel so good, Liz! No man has ever done that before and almost got me off without even removing my clothes!"

"He's got to be foreign, Annie...surely? Perhaps he's illegal, living in the woods and not daring to say anything."

"You could be right, but he just didn't seem to be living rough. He smelt so wonderful and his clothes were clean. He looked like a forest ranger or something. He blended so well into the forest, Liz. You can tell he...oh, I don't know...has an affinity with the countryside, if that makes sense. He was gentle and kind and he made me feel great."

"I'll ask around again. Perhaps he's working for the Forestry Commission, on loan from another country, I don't know. Just be careful, OK? You nothing about this man, he could be anyone."

"I know," Annie sighed. "But he's so lovely, so good-looking and just..." she sighed again. "I want him so badly, Liz. I can't think about anything else. It's driving me mad."

That evening, after she finished at school, Annie took a long shower and dressed carefully. She wore a long skirt again but this time she went without knickers which made her feel delightfully naughty. She chose a loose blouse that buttoned up at the front and brushed her hair until it shone. Then calling for Sam she set out for a long walk, determined she was going to solve this mystery once and for all. 

The woods were quiet and there wasn't a single person around. Even the birds seemed subdued. Annie wandered around the forest, listening intently for a noise but there was just silence. She walked to where she'd met the man last night and leant against the same tree, her heart hammering in her chest as she imagined him meeting her there and making love to her.

Where was he? The evening shadows had lengthened and the sky had turned a beautiful shade of peachy pink. Sam kept bringing her sticks, a puzzled look on his face when she just smiled at him and pushed him away. Looking at her watch, she sank down onto the ground beneath the tree, its solid trunk making her feel safe. Again, she listened but could hear nothing except the distant call of a bird and the gentle breeze through the branches.

She thought back to last night, how wonderful it had felt when he'd kissed her, how she wanted to feel his hands on her breasts, his lips kissing the rosy nipples, how he would feel deep inside her...


Magnificent Marzia



Marzia Price wasn't a vain woman by any means, but every time she walked by a mirror, she couldn't help look at her reflection. She loved the reflection that stared back at her, a curvy, large-breasted, tanned ash-blonde who could turn heads whenever she walked into a room. Her lips were soft, pouty and kissable. Her ass had a provocative sway when she walked, her legs were long and shapely. Marzia was very proud of her 38C-24-36 figure and whenever anyone noticed, she felt fulfilled.

The reason for her narcissistic pleasure was that Marzia hadn't owned this body very long. Just 2 scant years ago, she had been dumpy and overweight, the kind of woman who wore runners and sneakers everywhere, except work. Then Marzia met him and everything began to change.

Phineas Blackstone was a promising young attorney who worked for the law firm at which Marzia toiled as a clerk. He had wavy, dark hair and piercing green eyes, the build of an athlete and a rich, husky voice. His laugh made her smile and every time he walked by, Marzia's heart went pit-a-pat. He always looked so impeccably dressed in his Brooks Brothers suits and he seemed to have a kind word for everyone, Marzia included.

Sadly, this didn't mean that he noticed Marzia in the way she wanted to be noticed. She wanted him to think of her as sexy, but that simply wasn't going to happen. She teetered near the 200 pound mark and did nothing to draw any attention to herself. Marzia wanted to go to bed with someone like "Finn" just once in her life and knew that to accomplish that goal; everything about her would have to undergo a drastic change.

All employees enjoyed full privileges at the company gym, so Marzia knew starting a workout regimen would not be a financial burden, although she would have to force herself, Marzia knew that. She hated exercising and had since she was a kid. It was the reason she was heavy although the rest of her female relatives looked like magazine centerfolds. They exercised frequently and she didn't. The other reason was her passion for food. Unlike many "foodies", Marzia didn't eat to cover up pain or inadequacies. She loved food, the aroma, the creation; the texture ... food was her passion. Now whenever Finn passed her desk and waved, she knew that she had a new passion.

Marzia's greatest fear was that her former passion would overcome her current passion. Her lovely cousin Selina put that issue to rest.

"You know that I'm a trained Chef and a Dietician," Selina said as they ate a fresh, large tossed salad that she had prepared for both of them. "If you're really serious about this, I'd be more than willing to help you out."

"Help me out? How?" Marzia asked.

"I owe you big-time for the 3 months you let me stay with you when Gary and I broke up," Selina told her cousin. "I'd be willing to prepare tasty, low-calorie meals for you until you get into proper eating habits. I think you're sincere about wanting to lose the weight, this is my way of supporting you."

"That'd be great Sel and I'm going to take you up on your very kind offer," Marzia grinned, giving her cousin a big hug.

"I'll go running with you too, if you like," Selina offered. Selina often teased her cousin that the main reason she liked to run was the admiring gazes her butt got when she did so. Selina was hot and loved to be looked at, she didn't care by which sex. Selina, like much of Marzia's family, played by her own rules. She was unconventional and didn't care who knew about it.

Over the next several months, Marzia's flab began to melt off. She still enjoyed food and she and Selina would occasionally treat themselves to pizza or some other decadence if they'd been particularly good that week. Marzia had a lot of money saved and she began to buy clothes that she previously would never have dared try. Some of her co-workers noticed the difference and made flattering comments, but the person that Marzia most wanted to notice hadn't said a word so far.

It took a while, but one afternoon, Selina and Marzia were out for a run. A passerby whistled and when the girls turned around, it was quite apparent that he was whistling at Marzia. She felt great about it, having achieved her goal of being sexy. She hugged her cousin and when she went home, she unwrapped some of the new clothes she'd had in storage for the past several months and laid them out on her bed, marveling at how beautiful her new wardrobe was and the fact she'd now be able to wear clothes that flattered her new physique.

It was a very new, very sexy Marzia who went into work the following Monday. On Saturday, she'd had her hair styled and streaked a bit more, had herself waxed and got some sun so her skin shone like burnished copper. Her 5'8" frame now stood atop 3" heels and she was wearing a snug blue dress that showed off the body she had worked so hard to achieve. Marzia felt very good about herself and as she worked, she knew she had more spring in her step. There was only one thing on her mind that day ... would Finn notice the changes and would it be enough to lure him to her bed?

Finn stopped by her desk just before the end of the day. "People have been telling me about the new Marzia and good Lord, they were right!" Finn told her. "You look fabulous Marzia, if I weren't engaged; I'd ask you out in a second!"

Marzia's heart sank. "Y-you're engaged?" Marzia felt her heart sink to her feet.

"Yeah, to Dahlia. She's the daughter of one of our largest clients, that's how we met. I envy the lucky guy who gets to be with you, the change is really impressive Marzia! Good for you!" Finn complimented her as he walked away.

At home, Marzia paced the floor. The OLD Marzia would have eaten a tub of ice cream, but she had moved beyond that. It still stung that she wouldn't get to have Finn, but she wasn't falling back towards her old habits. She kept looking in the mirror and admired herself too much to quit now. Plus, she knew Selina would kick her butt.

Friday night, she and Selina were sitting around her apartment, commiserating. Selina hugged her cousin close and smiled. "I'm proud of you for not going backwards cuz, but it is a damned shame you won't get to fuck your dream guy!" Marzia blanched a bit, Selina was far less inhibited than she. "Still, it's his loss. If I wasn't your cousin, I'd take you to bed in a heartbeat." Selina knew her cousin wouldn't take her seriously, but she actually meant it. She'd been harboring a secret girl-crush on her cousin ever since Marzia's newfound sexuality began to emerge.

Marzia flirted back. "If you weren't my cousin, I just might let you." She winked. Both girls laughed.

"Speaking of sex and getting laid sweetie, I DO have a friend who has been dying to ask you out. My friend has seen us running together a number of times and thinks you're really hot," Selina told her.

"Sure, why not? If I'm not going to be with Finn, I wouldn't mind going out with a hot guy ... this friend of yours is hot, right?" Marzia asked.

"VERY hot, only it's not exactly a guy," Selina said, biting her bottom lip.

"Another GIRL? You want me to go out with another GIRL?!" Marzia said, astonished.

"Why not? You know I'm bi and I sure wouldn't set you up with a dog. Her name's Holly and she's a CPA and really, really cute. She's bi too and she asked about my `hot girl cousin' and if you might be interested. I told her I'd ask and see. Babe, you couldn't go wrong having Holly as your first girl-girl experience, let me tell you that!" Selina sighed. From her tone, Marzia knew that her cousin had likely bedded the girl. What Marzia didn't know was that Selina really wanted to be her cousin's first lesbian experience, but Selina was sensible enough to know it wasn't about to happen. Better to ease Marzia into things at a slow pace to avoid panic.

Marzia thought about it. She had always found other women beautiful and it wouldn't be a bad thing to increase her options. She hadn't been a highly sexual person so far, the opportunities hadn't been there and now they were. Selina enjoyed the company of women and she was a happy, cheerful person. Why shouldn't Marzia follow her cousin's example?

Selina dangled a bit more bait. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. I have a date with my friend Alison this weekend; we're going to a local Country nightclub. Why don't you join us and I'll invite Holly as well. If you two hit it off, you can do your own thing, if not, it'll just be 4 girls sharing some drinks and some good music, okay?" Selina proposed.

Marzia smiled and told her cousin to set it up. Saturday night found the four women at a very lively Country bar that had a 5:1 ratio of women to men. "A lot of gay and bi women come here, the girls are hot," Selina confessed to her cousin. Even the band was all women and they were good.

Selina looked lovely in a white jacket and blouse, cowboy hat, loose flowing skirt and cowboy boots. Alison was dressed in a loose floral skirt and white blouse and hat, boots with a high heel. She was very flirty and affectionate towards Selina. At first, Marzia found it a bit unnerving, but after a few drinks, she relaxed and let herself enjoy the fun.

Holly was a lovely companion, blonde and sweet and perky, with a lovely smile, long blonde hair, great legs and pale blue eyes. Dressed in a short skirt and high heels, she was a yummy piece of eye candy. She was very attentive to Marzia, who had to admit she found the younger girl attractive.

"I'm glad you agreed to this date, I think you're the most gorgeous thing EVER!" Holly gushed. "I'd love to get to know you better, if you know what I mean," She winked at Marzia.

"I-I think I'd like that, but wouldn't it be rude to leave Selina and Alison by themselves," Marzia said as Holly moved closer.

"I can solve that problem," Alison smiled. "My apartment is within walking distance, why don't we all go there and have a little bit of fun?"

That's what they did. Marzia thought her cousin and Alison would leave her and Holly alone, but that was not to be the case. They all went to the large master bedroom and Alison stripped Selina naked and began kissing her all over. Selina had one of the sexiest bodies and watching the two women in the throes of lesbian sex ignited Marzia. She wanted to try it for herself, but she simply didn't know where to start. Holly moved behind Marzia and brushed her hair to one side and whispered into her ear "Are you nervous, beautiful?" Marzia nodded so Holly smiled and said "Let me show you just how sexy you are and I'm sure everything will come naturally after that."

Once Holly's lips were on her skin, Marzia melted like butter. Holly was soft and gentle, she smelled so nice and she was so loving and passionate. She tasted and teased and Marzia was barely aware of her pretty blue dress being removed from her body. She had worn lingerie that matched nicely and Holly complimented her on how sexy it looked, plus her sexy high heels. Marzia knew that women noticed such things, she herself had also noticed Holly's frilly underwear and heels. Now Holly was on top of her, their breasts pressed together and their lips were merged as they kissed and took their pleasure together.

Marzia's nervousness about having sex with another woman had dissipated with Holly's first kiss. She liked the softness and the gentle, unhurried way that Holly made love. Marzia's body was afire with passion and as Holly's lips kissed and sucked, Marzia wanted to do the same things to Holly that were being done to her. Once her body had crested with orgasm, she begged Holly for the opportunity to make love to her, to taste her as Holly had done her. She knew her cousin and Alison were watching them, but she didn't care. She had nothing to be inhibited about, she was gorgeous and had a terrific body, she and Holly together made a beautiful tableau.

Holly's body was petite and tanned and sexy, Marzia took in every inch of the golden-hued, nubile blonde. Marzia had her yelping and gasping as she ate pussy for the first time, loving the feeling of it and the honeyed sweetness. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the feelings that surged through her body. She was feeling so sexy and desirable and she also had a tremendous sense of pride that she could make sexy Holly cum so hard.

They closed out the night with a few more drinks and Holly showed Marzia how to `69'. Marzia enjoyed that, it was a very sensual way to have sex and she had another 2 orgasms in that position.

"I really hope I can see you again," Holly hugged her as they said their goodbyes. "You're one of the sexiest partners I've ever had and I really feel we clicked."

"We sure did and you can count on seeing me again ... soon, I hope," Marzia hugged the blonde. She and Selina made their way home and Selina gave her cousin a hug.

"I can assume you no longer have hang-ups about having sex with other women?" Selina teased. She hadn't expected her cousin to take to it so freely, but Holly truly was a little temptress. Selina felt as if she was one step closer to bringing her cousin into her world.

"None whatsoever. That was wonderful; have any other pretty ladies you'd like to set me up with?" Marzia grinned.

"Kinda," Selina smiled as she got into bed beside her cousin. "I'm exhausted; Alison can really tire you out. I'll tell you all about it in the morning. Night."

Morning was nearly over by the time Marzia and Selina got out of bed. Over coffee, Selina asked her cousin "Are you ready to try something daring?"

"I thought I did that last night," Marzia laughed.

"This is a step beyond. I have this friend, Erin, who is looking for an attractive woman to join her and her husband Steve in bed. I'd join them myself but Steve and I used to date and I had it bad for him. I've slept with both of them and believe me; you'll have a wonderful time." Selina told Marzia.

"Okay, that sounds like naughty fun," Marzia told her cousin. "You haven't steered me wrong yet, go for it! When can we go for it?"

"Why wait? I can call Erin and you all can have your little tryst tonight. I'm going out with Alison and a friend of hers, you might as well have some fun of your own," Selina smiled.

Selina set up a meet with Erin and her husband Steve. Like she had with Holly, Erin and Marzia clicked immediately. She found the girl flirty and sensual and lots of fun to be with, very intelligent. Erin worked at a Dental Office and her husband Steve worked as a Gym teacher and Wrestling coach. It wasn't hard to imagine why, Steve was dark and tall and built like a brick wall, a mass of solid muscle. They went out for drinks and got to know each other, but Marzia was dying to go back to their home and get things going.

Erin was soft and sensual and when she finally kissed Marzia, the waiting had proved almost unbearable. Erin had been wearing a simple white blouse, but her skirt was a leopard print with matching boots. Steve was wearing a nice shirt and dress pants that showed off his musculature. 

"Let's go to our place and get in a naked pile," Erin teased. She and Marzia stumbled in the couple's doorway and were practically ripping each other's clothing off. Marzia had only worn a leather mini, tight cream-colored blouse and skimpy bra and thong. By the time Erin had pulled her up the stairs and into her bedroom, she was naked. Steve was right behind them and he buried his face in Marzia's cunt and began lapping her frantically. This would have freaked out the old Marzia, but the new, vivacious Marzia was so eager to get at Erin's yummy pussy, she just went with the flow. Her adorable playmate was so slender, tanned skin, 36B tits, legs that Marzia wanted wrapped around her head, Erin was irresistible. Marzia didn't resist, she showed Erin her adoration and had the girl cumming in mere minutes.

"Fuck me lover," Marzia said to Steve. "I haven't had enough of your wife's cunt, screw me while I finger-fuck and eat the hot little bitch!" Marzia winked at Steve and went back to lapping pussy while Steve inserted his throbbing cock inside her cunt. Neither she nor Erin had even tasted his cock, but she knew both of them would remedy that later. It felt so good, so fucking good, to have a real, hard, throbbing piece of cock inside her at last and the fact he was a hung, hunky muscular stud was icing on the cake. Pretty, naughty little Erin was the delectable cherry on top!

"Fuck her darling, what a gorgeous piece of ass she is, are you enjoying it, you nasty little slut?" Erin asked her husband as he vigorously fucked their gorgeous visitor.

"Christ baby, we couldn't have picked a better partner, we'll have to send Selina flowers or something," Steve groaned as he thrust his hips back and forth. Marzia knew that flowers weren't what her cousin would have preferred, but she kept that piece of data to herself.

She let herself cum and then Erin switched places, eating Marzia's pussy while her husband fucked her. Marzia thought that Holly had been just a teeny bit better, but perhaps she would need to have them at once to compare. She filed away that thought for a later time. Once Steve had cum inside his wife, Marzia ate his cum from her pussy and then she and Erin lay side-by-side and ate each other until they were screaming in orgasm.

Over the next number of weeks, Marzia continued her sexual exploration. She started seeing Holly regularly, met up with Erin and Steve again and even accepted an invitation from Alison to get together for a "pool party". Marzia smiled as she thought of all the diving she might do at the party ... and she might even go into the water.

Finn came up to her one Thursday afternoon and entered into idle conversation with her. It turned out that he and his fiancé had ended their engagement after Finn had found her in bed with her female roommate. He wondered if Marzia might be available for dinner sometime. Marzia told him she'd love to and she also thought of his ex-fiancé. She had met the girl a few weeks earlier and knew that Dahlia was a delicious, long-legged, slinky brunette. Now that Dahlia was also newly available, perhaps Marzia could add the sultry beauty to her list of new playmates? She also thought it might be nice sometime to share Dahlia with Selina ... after all, she did owe her cousin a huge "Thank You".



Magnificent



Suppressing a groan, she looked around and slipped her hand into her bra, circling her erect nipple and imagining it to be his fingers caressing her. She moaned and stealthily lifted her skirt with the other hand enjoying the cool evening air on the lips of her vagina. She felt incredibly sexy and terrified of being caught, either by him or by someone else. But she couldn't stop. It felt delicious to be touching herself in such an intimate place in the open air, her pussy slippery and wet with the arousal she was feeling. 

She pulled her skirt all the way up and opened her legs, facing the open fields so she could see if anyone was coming, but she wasn't aware of him coming up behind her until she felt his lips on the back of her neck.

Annie jumped, her hands hastily pulling her skirt down as she turned to face him. He kissed her deeply and then took her hand and lifted it to his mouth, tasting her juices and smiling.

Annie could feel herself redden as he gazed at her, her fingers in his mouth which was warm and soft. He pulled her skirt back up and knelt before her, stroking the skin on the inside of her thigh. She shivered and a shot of arousal made her feel weak as he bent to kiss her outer lips.

"Ahhh," she moaned as he pulled her hips closer to him and probed with his tongue. Her legs were wide apart now and she felt herself drowning in pleasure as he explored her inner depths, lingering on her clitoris and sucking the small nub into his mouth. Please don't let anyone come along, she prayed silently. Never had she known this pleasure from a man. He was moaning along with her, a deep sound that fitted his physique perfectly. She wanted to know his name so she could call it out when she came, but he still wouldn't speak when she asked, he was so focused on giving her pleasure with his lips and tongue. 

Just when she felt she could stand it no longer, she climaxed in a shuddering orgasm that spread from her groin to the rest of her body in a series of waves. She tried not to call out, but she couldn't help pulling his head closer and moaning out loud, making a curious Sam look up and growl.

It took her a while to come down and he sat and held her close, stroking her back and hair. She wanted to do the same for him and he smiled as she struggled with the zip of his jeans. He knelt before her and freed his penis which was everything she had imagined it would be, warm, firm and beautifully shaped. Their eyes met while she stroked him gently, cupping the sensitive head and enjoying the look of pleasure in his eyes. They kissed and she stroked harder and harder, wrapping her fingers tightly around the shaft and making him groan deeply like he had before. Breaking away from him, she bent and kissed him on the tip, tasting the warm skin and inhaling a fresh scent of leaves and cold air. 

Not caring about her surroundings, Annie concentrated on giving him as much pleasure as she could, her lips and tongue moving over the entire length of his cock, her mouth hot and moist against his skin. She caressed him rhythmically with her hand which acted in unison with her mouth, enjoying the groans and sighs which seemed loud in the silence of the wood.

They were both lost in desire and sensation now, his hands on her shoulders as she sucked and kissed him. She could feel him tense up and knew that he was close, but carried on, sucking harder and harder, her hand cupping the base of his cock as she moved her lips around and around the tip before moving almost all the way down to meet her fingers which curled around him in a firm grip.

When he came he groaned out loud, his juice spilling out of him in a flood. Annie swallowed, something she'd never done before, but she loved the taste of him and the way he trembled and shook beneath her lips and fingers.

Again, they held each other for a long time afterwards, until it was almost dark, the sky an indigo blue sprinkled with early stars. She felt him growing away from her and then he stood, zipped up his jeans and smiled. Still he said nothing. She stood as well, looking for the dog in the gloom of the forest. He took her hand and led her to the open fields and then after a kiss on her lips, turned and disappeared back into the trees.

*

Over the next few days, Annie could barely concentrate on anything. She'd loved what had happened between them and trusted him implicitly now. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to have him thrust into her and bring her to orgasm as she held him close. A part of her was terrified that she'd had all there was to him and he would now disappear for good. She'd told Elizabeth a shortened version of what had happened but had felt that she was somehow betraying him by relating what had happened. He was too pure, too good for a giggle over a bottle of wine.

A week had passed and she hadn't seen him at all. Feeling bereft at his absence and convinced that he had gone for good, she tried to concentrate on her work but found her thoughts straying to the countryside and the deep woods where she was convinced he came from.

On Friday she went to the local pub with the other teachers, but left before the sun had gone down completely. Sam had been in his kennel all day and he desperately needed a walk before it was dark.

A feeling of anticipation ran through her as she collected the lead and called out to Sam. He bounded ahead of her in the growing dusk, delighted at being so free. They made their way across the fields and into the fringes of the wood which looked dark and mysterious in the evening light. I can't go in there, she thought, stopping as she reached the first line of trees. In the distance an owl hooted and she looked around nervously, hoping upon hope that she would see him again.

Sam disappeared into the undergrowth, hot on the scent of a rabbit and she felt a soft kiss on her hair. Spinning around she found him standing close behind her, his eyes lit up with love and desire. They kissed for an age and then he held her close, his chin resting on the top of her head. She took in his delicious scent and pulled him into her, yearning for him to be as close as possible.

Without a word, he took her hand and they entered the forest, the trees on either side black against the evening sky. They walked and walked but Annie didn't feel worried. She'd never been so deep into the wood before and the silence was complete. She could hear Sam scrabbling along behind them but he was having the time of his life sniffing out all the new and exciting scents so she relaxed and gave herself up to the experience of being with him and anticipating what was going to happen next.

They reached a small clearing in the wood and Annie gasped when she saw an oak tree that seemed to tower over all the others. It was beautiful, clothed in new green leaves which rustled gently in the evening breeze. Her lover led her over to the base of the tree which was soft with springy moss and sank to his knees pulling her down with him. They kissed, his warm tongue probing her mouth and making her feel a mixture of nervous excitement and lust.

Breaking away from her he removed his shirt to reveal a broad, muscular chest lightly sprinkled with hair; Annie yearned to know what it would feel like pressed against her own full breasts. She lay down and he bent over her, kissing her once more on her lips, his hands unbuttoning her top and stroking her nipples through the lace of her bra. 

Above them the moon was the only source of light, bathing them both in a silver glow that added an air of magic to their union. Annie removed her top and bra and he gazed down at her as she lay there, his eyes taking in her smooth skin and rounded breasts with their erect nipples begging for his lips and tongue. Her long hair shone in the moonlight and she felt beautiful and powerful as he kissed a trail down her stomach and then slipped off her skirt. 

With a quick movement he removed his jeans to reveal no underwear beneath, just hard muscled thighs, his erect penis framed by a mass of dark hairs. She could feel her heart beating faster as he gently removed her knickers and stroked the silky depths of her pussy, his eyes never leaving hers as he slipped his fingers in and out, making her gasp and arch her hips towards him.

She leant forward to stroke his beautiful cock and he moaned and closed his eyes, bending closer to enable her to touch all of him. He was hard and warm and she parted her legs in invitation, hoping that he would enter her and satisfy the amazing yearning that drove out every other thought she had.

Her wish was fulfilled. He parted her legs wider and knelt before her, the tip of his cock probing the outer lips of her vagina. 

"Please..." she moaned as he teased her. "I want you so badly."

She looked up at him and he smiled, rubbing his penis up and down the opening and covering the head with her slippery juices. He leant forward to kiss her breasts and softly nibbled on her hard nipples as if they had all the time in the world.

I can't take much more of this, Annie thought as she looked down at his head buried in her chest. He seemed to want to take his time with her and savour her slowly, as if she were a delicious meal. She stroked his firm back, nuzzled into his shoulder and tried to commit every second to memory in case he disappeared and never came back. What would I do, she wondered, if he went? The thought made her blink back tears and concentrate on the pleasure he was giving her, his smell, the feel of his hard body over hers and the magic of the moonlight.

When he eventually entered her, slowly and deeply, she thought she would never experience arousal like it again. He filled her up and thrust hard into her, their eyes locked on each other, each reading the emotions on the other's face. His eyes were dark grey and full of love as he took possession, each time going a little deeper and making her gasp with need. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, drawing him in ever deeper and matched his rhythm with her own so they were joined as closely as a man and woman ever could be.

He continued to love her and Annie felt her orgasm begin and grow, spreading out from deep within her until it touched every fibre of her being. She'd never felt like this before with anyone, never felt as if she was completely at one with another human being like this and she could feel the tears gather again, threatening to spill from her eyes and roll down her cheeks.

He seemed to sense her need and quickened his strokes, almost pulling all the way out of her before thrusting back deeply again. Annie reached down and massaged her clitoris slowly, her eyes locked onto his. He smiled and kissed her breasts again, nibbling and sucking until she felt like she was going to explode.

Which she did, her cries echoing through the woods like those of a wild animal and making Sam, who had lain down in disgust at the lack of activity, stand up and growl menacingly. 

Annie could feel herself trembling and shaking, her whole body alive under his touch. He kissed her on the lips and smiled, then gently stroked her pussy until she lay still under him. He was still inside her and she nudged him onto his back, making sure that the ground was soft beneath him. He lay there as she straddled him and she gazed down at his body in the moonlight, not quite believing that this gorgeous man was in love with her.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply. She was at peace now and determined to give him the same pleasure as he'd given her. She moved slowly up and down, each movement controlled so he fitted her exactly. The rhythm was delicious, her breasts bouncing in time with her strokes which made him smile and reach up to touch them, his hands stroking the fullness of each one, his thumb rubbing the nipples. She could feel her arousal building again and leaned forward so he could take each nipple into his mouth at a time. With his hands once more on her hips they moved slowly in rhythm, his upward thrusts matching her downward ones. Annie could feel her arousal exploding again as she watched the emotions on his face. They both seemed to be in a delicious dream that she never wanted to end : the exquisite pleasure, the deep dark woods that would hold their secret and the feeling that this was meant to happen.

Annie's lover moaned his ecstasy out loud and manoeuvred her so she was lying beneath him. His movements became harder and faster and she knew that he was about to come. He held her tightly and then came in an explosion that matched Annie's second orgasm. This time, as they climaxed together, she felt as if she were going to faint. She felt dizzy with the sheer euphoria that enveloped her as they clung to each other.

For a long time they lay together, their breathing slowing and calming. He held her close to him, keeping her warm against the chill night air, but she knew that the time had to come when the spell would be broken.

"Come home with me," she pleaded. "Please...I don't know where you come from, or anything, but I want you to come home."

He smiled down at her and then stood. She gazed at his beautiful body, scrutinised each inch of his face and committed it to memory, just in case... Once dressed, he walked her back to the edge of the woods but he would go no further. She could feel his eyes on her as she made her way back across the fields and although she looked back almost constantly he made no move to follow her.

* Annie never saw him again. Over the weeks that followed she walked the fields and woods constantly but he'd gone. At first she'd cried rivers of tears, sat up late into the night with Elizabeth and agonised over what had happened, why he'd disappeared and how she would be able to go on without him. Her friend tried her best to comfort her, but Annie wanted just one person and he'd gone.

"He must have gone home," Elizabeth said, one evening as she sat with Annie in the garden. It was early summer now but the season had done nothing to help her mood. "I'm so sorry, Annie. I don't know how I can help."

"No-one can," Annie sighed. "I've just got to face up to it. He's gone, probably back to his wife and children."

The next day she decided to try just one more time. It was a beautiful Sunday morning and she awoke at 5am, the sunlight streaming in through her windows and making it impossible for her to go back to sleep. Dressing hurriedly, she called the dog and they made their way out of the village and over the fields. Each time she went it was full of memories for Annie, but this morning she brushed them away and concentrated on the view over to the lake. As she neared the woods, she stopped and listened. The birds were waking up and she suddenly decided to see if she could find out where they'd had their last encounter. 

It was very different from the moonlit night of before. Today, the trees rustled gently in the wind and she plunged deeper and deeper into the canopy, somehow remembering the route they'd taken. She thought back to the huge oak tree that had towered over all the others and looked up. She could just see the uppermost branches and hurriedly made her way towards it, her heart beating frantically in her chest.

Within a few minutes she came upon the clearing and stopped. Directly in front of her was the huge tree, it's trunk massive compared to the others. She went up and stroked the bark, feeling a deep sense of belonging as she looked up at the network of leaves and branches above. She sank down onto the ground and cried, her tears mingling with the moss and fallen twigs that carpeted the floor of the forest. 

She wasn't sure how long she'd been there when she noticed a branch that was lying right in front of her. It was long and thick, about six or seven inches in length and was shaped like...Annie gasped. She picked it up and caressed it, turning it this way and that in her hands. With a little sanding and some loving carving it would be a replica of his magnificent manhood that had taken her to the heights of pleasure. Was it a coincidence, she wondered?

Annie sat up and looked around some more. Perhaps he came here regularly. Was he even watching her now? But the forest was still and nothing stirred except something brightly coloured that she could just glimpse...

Standing up she walked towards it and gasped once more. There on a branch on the other side of the oak was her scarf which she'd been wearing that night. It was looped loosely among the leaves and there'd been no way it could have got there by accident. She hadn't even been near this side of the tree.

As she reached up to retrieve it, the tree seemed to tremble and all the leaves rustled even though the wind had dropped. Annie stood stock still and listened as a tremor moved through the branches and all the birds nearby were silenced. For one unbelievable moment she felt as if the tree itself were trying to communicate with her and she moved to wrap her arms around the trunk which felt warm and smooth beneath her skin. The tears flowed again but this time she felt happier, as if something magical had happened which she couldn't explain.

A week later, Elizabeth sat with her mouth open in amazement as Annie showed her the newly carved wood. It was beautiful, an exact replica of a penis carved lovingly and with the utmost care over several days and nights. 

"That is so naughty!" Elizabeth giggled. Then she stopped. "Have you used it yet?"

Annie laughed. "No! Don't worry, you can touch it."

Both girls stroked the magnificent specimen and giggled again. "You just found it, under the tree?"

"Mmm...I mean it's like his..." Annie paused and blushed. "I don't know whether it's sheer coincidence or what, but it's mine and I'm going to use it!" They burst out laughing. "But on a serious note, when I was standing under the tree I had the strangest feeling. I'm not normally given to flights of fancy, but I really felt as if the tree were him. Perhaps I'm going crazy..."

Elizabeth put her arm around her friend and held her tight. "You're not going mad, don't worry. You just miss him that's all."

"I looked up tree spirits, Liz. A lot of it was nonsense, but some of it made complete sense. Perhaps that's what he was, I don't know. All I do know is that I feel as if everything with Dave is behind me now, all the pain from him leaving me has gone and I have this amazing memory, and, of course, this..." Annie looked down at the carving in her hand. "This will help, I know it will. It feels as if this is a gift from him to help me until I find the right person to live the rest of my life with. Do you understand?"

Later that night, Annie opened the window in her room and took out the carving. She was naked and held the wooden object against the soft skin between her breasts. If she looked carefully, in the distance, she could just make out the oak tree, standing in magnificent splendour, head and shoulders above all the others in the wood.

The End