4 comments/ 21507 views/ 17 favorites Under A Raven's Eye By: slyc_willie High above the western desert, a single black-winged figure floated upon the heat rising from below. Sharp eyes scanned here and there for something to scavenge or, if need be, something to kill. But the raven's attention was brought to an open-topped vehicle rumbling along the lone highway carved through the sparse trees and rugged rocks of the landscape. There was but a single person within it, a young man clad in shorts and a sleeveless shirt, sunglasses covering his eyes, colorful, swirling tattoos spiraling down both arms from somewhere beneath the shirt. The raven followed for perhaps a mile, until the vehicle slowed and turned onto a road that led to the camping grounds. The raven knew where the young man was going; it had seen him many times before. * * * * Arrival at the camp ground's entrance brought a smile to Ethan's lips. He loved his weekends at Enchanted Rock. Others looked forward to Fridays because it meant binge-drinking and hapless flirtations with members of the opposite sex; for Ethan, it meant escaping the rigidity of the modern world and being close to nature for a couple days. The middle-aged woman did not even bother to stop Ethan's Jeep as he rolled the vehicle toward the small wooden shack beside the open gate. Ethan was almost as much a regular occurrence as the comings and goings of squirrels, birds and deer. But Ethan never took his apparent welcomed status for granted, and always slowed down as he drove through, if only to give a friendly smile and wave his annual pass to the always cheerful woman. Being early autumn, the campgrounds were not quite as heavily populated as they usually were during the summer. Not that it really made a difference, since Enchanted Rock was so vast that thousands of people could pitch their tents and never be closer than a hundred feet from their neighbor. But the obvious dearth of vacationers made the state park calmer, quieter. He parked the Jeep, bolted it up, and took the heavy backpack and rolled-up tent from the back. With a grin of anticipation, Ethan made his way into the mixture of red oaks and mesquite trees, on his way to his favorite spot. * * * * Ah . . . home sweet home, he thought with a smile. His favorite camping spot was well away from the numerous hiking trails that meandered through the park. Indeed, Ethan wasn't sure if it was even within the "official" camping zone. But he had never been accosted by a park ranger - had never even met one this far in, in fact - and had never encountered any problems with the local wildlife. While signs abounded here and there warning of wolves and coyotes, Ethan had never seen either at his spot. A covering of freshly-fallen leaves and dried twigs covered the small clearing. It measured about twenty feet across, more than large enough for a tent and a campfire. At the same time, the branches of the gnarled, twisting mesquite trees formed a canopy that nearly always kept the clearing in shade. It was the perfect spot. Using a stout branch he had found months before, and left within the twisted split trunks of a particularly large old tree, Ethan cleared away the leaves, creating a pile just off center of the clearing. Doing so revealed the pit he had dug a year and a half before, ringed with stones, and had used practically every weekend since. He also revealed the three large, strange stones that sat equidistant around the edge of the clearing, obviously placed there with purpose at some time in the distant past. There were very faint carvings upon each one, facing inward. Ethan figured they had probably been set there by members of a native American tribe hundreds of years before. Maybe, at some distant point in the past, this little clearing had been a place of communion. But Ethan had never thought to research it. His college days were thankfully over and with them, the need to look into useless, trivial matters. It was enough for Ethan to get away to the natural world; he felt no need to learn about its history. The large, four-person tent was the first task, which Ethan accomplished with practiced ease and speed. Next, he cleared out the pit and formed a framework of dry twigs and bark within it, with a tightly-compacted ball of crushed leaves and paper from his backpack in the center. He had the fire going within a minute, and knew he would be able to keep it going until the following Sunday afternoon, when he left. Now, he thought, looking about with a smile. Time to get comfortable. As casually as if he had been in his apartment back in the city, Ethan stripped off all of his clothes, setting them within the tent. From experience, he knew he would not have to wear anything but his all-terrain shoes for the duration of his stay. That was the part he loved the most. That was the freedom he craved from the moment he awoke every Monday to the moment he left the city every Friday afternoon. Gloriously naked, Ethan stood from the tent and stretched, feeling a few pops in his back and shoulders. Now I'm settled in, he thought with a grin. A flutter of wings caught his attention. He looked to the northernmost of the three aged carved stones, upon which had lit a large, black-feathered bird. Ethan chuckled. "I was wondering when you'd show up," he said. The bird's head cocked back and forth, training each eye upon Ethan in turn. Taloned feet tapped upon the stone surface as the avian shifted its weight. "Want some beef jerky?" Ethan asked the bird, almost as if expecting it to respond. He ventured toward the tent. The raven's eyes followed him, watching as if in expectation until Ethan returned, holding a piece of dried meat. "Here you go," Ethan said as gently as he could, approaching the raven with slow, careful steps. "You know I'm not gonna hurt you." The bird fidgeted, head snapping back and forth. But it did not take flight as Ethan approached. Indeed, only once Ethan was within arm's reach did the raven puff up its wings in preparation. Ethan smiled. "Okay, okay," he said, stopping where he was. He tossed the piece of dried, salted beef toward the bird, which caught it expertly in its beak. A rapid flutter of feathers, and the raven took to the air, darting above and beyond the canopy. "You're welcome," Ethan called with a wry smile. * * * * Almost exactly ninety-nine paces from his camp - dependent upon how Ethan placed his feet as he trudged through the underbrush - brought the young man to a small trickling stream at the bottom of a ravine some nine or ten feet deep. During heavy rainfall, Ethan figured, the stream was a roaring, narrow river. But he had never seen it. The deepest the water had ever been in his memory was around two feet; at present, it was half that, but moved along at a crisp enough pace that he felt sure it was safe to drink. He squatted at the edge and scooped up a handful to drink, then another to splash upon his face and shoulders. He smoothed back short, dark, wet hair with satisfaction, loving the play of the breeze across his features. A natural impulse had him reaching down to lightly fondle his dangling penis, transferring wetness from his fingers to the slightly-swollen tube of flesh. He looked around, feeling randy. Hmm . . . why not? A wide, flat rock lay several feet from the stream. He knew where it was almost from memory. He sat upon it, legs splayed out, leaning back with his left hand upon the edge of the mostly smooth, water-polished surface. His other hand settled between his thighs, lightly tickling his testicles. Arousal welled within him. He watched his cock swell and lengthen, then rise up between his legs. The broad, pink-purple head emerged from its snug fleshy sheath. Fingertips danced slowly up along the shaft, making it twitch in anticipation. A thick, clear bubble of fluid oozed from the slit at the tip. Ethan massaged it into the head and glans, making them slippery. He squirmed and sighed. Wrapping his hand around the shaft just beneath the rumbled edge of the foreskin, he began stroking his cock. * * * * Camping. I fucking hate camping. Gina grumbled as she made her way along the trickling, meandering stream. Perhaps two hours, at the most, had passed since she had arrived with her family at the campgrounds, and already she had been besieged by any and every blood-sucking insect on the planet. Cans of Off! notwithstanding, she felt like she had lost a pint of blood already. At least I got away from them, she thought ruefully, thinking of her mother and the latest "love of her life," Ben. God, why couldn't they just go camping on their own? Why make it some half-assed bullshit "family weekend?" Grumbling and tired, Gina continued along the bank of the trickling stream, peeling apart dead leaves she found here and there. But then, as she rounded a bend, she saw something she had not expected to see. Her eyes bulged, and mouth fell slack as she gazed upon the naked man seated on a rock by the stream. Her gaze was instantly directed to the impressive phallus jutting up from his groin, and the firm hand stroking up and down. Holy shit! Automatically, she clapped her hands over her mouth and ducked to the side, seeking the shadows along the bank. She could not tear her attention away from the masturbating man. Oh my God, she thought, looking back and all around, as if afraid she might be caught in her voyeuristic moment. But the air was still, save for the occasional scuttling of some invisible creature in the wood, or the chirruping of some insect. An excited smile slowly stretched Gina's lips as she watched the man jack off. He was pretty attractive, she realized. Slender frame, muscles in all the right places, sexy tats, and a damn impressive cock sticking up from his loins . . . God damn, he's really pounding that thing! Uncontrollably, one of Gina's hands made its way down her buxom body, fingers delving under the waistband of her snug-fitting shorts. She found her suddenly needy clitoris just past the smooth-shaved mound of her sex and massaged it in time with the rapid, up-and-down strokes of the man she watched. Come on, she urged silently. Make that thing shoot . . . . As if in answer to her mental yearning, the man arched his back and thrust his hips up off the rock. His impressive cock shimmered for a moment, glistening in the sparse trails of light stabbing through the wooded canopy overhead. Gina watched, biting her lower lip. Then . . . thick fountains of glimmering fluid erupted from the tip of the man's penis, arcing in the air before splashing into the stream and upon the banks. He panted and groaned, obviously thinking himself alone in the world as his orgasm coursed through him. Gina grinned, following the last few dribbles of semen with her eyes as they ran down the man's cock and over the clutching fingers of his hand. The liquid was so thick and clinging, unlike that of any man she had seen before. She found herself licking her lips. * * * * Ethan panted as he came down from his orgasmic plateau. No release from masturbation could match the sensations of being with a woman at such a moment, but he had to take what he could get. It was enough, for him, to placate the neediness of his libido. He snapped his cock forward repeatedly in an effort to shake off the last few drops of cum, then sat up to recover. He smiled in his self-created afterglow, elbows upon knees, dripping cock angled down between his legs as it softened. That was a good one, he thought euphorically. Snap! The sound of a twig breaking brought Ethan's attention to the forefront. He automatically slid off the rock, crouching down to cover his genitals as he looked about. Anxiety blossomed in his heart. Great. That's all I need, is to get caught jacking off by a park ranger. "Hello?" he called. But no answer was forthcoming. He sat still for several moments, gradually relaxing. He reasoned that if someone had seen him, such as a park employee, they would have made themselves conspicuous. But as the seconds ticked by, Ethan became more and more convinced that what he'd heard had been the work of some forest animal. Still, time to get back to camp, he thought, and pushed up from his crouching position. Gingerly climbing up the bank of the narrow ravine, he began making his way back toward his tent. * * * * Crouched low behind a tangle of roots at the edge of the ravine, Gina watched the man climb up and away, disappearing into the forest. She still had her hand in her shorts, clutching her pussy, but the excitement, the arousal, had faded. Somewhat, at any rate. Slipping her hand from her shorts, she casually brought her fingers to her lips, and sucked the pungent essence from them. A smile spread slowly across her lips. Maybe I'll see you later, she thought. * * * * As the sun descended and the night arose, Ethan reclined comfortably upon a roll-out beside the fire. The temperature was dropping, cooling the skin that did not face the small blaze. He scooted a bit closer, so that the heat spread across his body, and lay back, gazing up through the opening in the leafy canopy overhead. Without the intrusion of the city glow, the sky was dark already, with dozens of stars already winking down upon him. If only I could just live out here, he thought with a smile. * * * * On the one hand, Gina was glad to see her mother happy. The woman had gone through a string of would-be suitors since the divorce five years before, when Gina was only fourteen. Most of the men she attracted had been, well, questionable, to say the least. But Ben, at last, appeared to be genuinely interested in Gina's mother, and not just physically. Their relationship had already passed the six-month mark, which was longer than any relationship Gina herself had enjoyed. Still . . . it was downright awkward to watch them cuddle and kiss beside the small fire, clutching one another, holding hands, gazing into one another's eyes. There was the ick factor, of course, of watching her own mother in a state of semi-arousal, and then there was the reminder that Gina's own personal life had been lacking since the girl's own breakup a few months before. The combination of the two made her uncomfortable. Following the hackneyed tradition of fire-roasted s'mores, Gina politely stood. "Um . . . I'm gonna go use the little girl's forest," she said with a wan smile. Her mother and Ben were busy nuzzling. "Okay, dear," Gina's mother murmured. "Don't go far." Gina rolled her eyes. "Be back in a bit," she said, stepping away from the campfire. She headed first to her tent, from which she extracted a small flashlight, then went in the direction of the ravine and the little trickling steam within. With the flashlight leading the way, it took Gina perhaps only ten minutes to find the spot where she had seen the naked man. Delicious anxiety caused her heart to pound in her ears; she had no idea what to expect if and when she met the man she had seen earlier. Indeed, she was not even certain whether she wanted to meet him or not; the diversion he posed, however, was enough to give her something more exciting to think about than campfire songs and watching two middle-aged people make out. There was enough pale moonlight shining through the break in the trees above the stream to make the flashlight unnecessary. She turned the device off and slipped it into the pocket of her shorts. Looking about, she found where Mr. Tattooed-And-Nude had climbed up the ravine; the exposed roots of a large red oak provided excellent handholds. She climbed up, and found, to her delighted surprise, a narrow path just obvious enough beneath the filtered moonlight. She followed it carefully, trying to be as stealthy as possible. After all, she did not know exactly who she might be sneaking up on. There was no way of knowing if the man she had seen was alone. Maybe he had come with friends. A sudden distressing thought occurred to Gina, which made her stop in her tracks. Oh, God, what if he's gay? Oh, that would be, like, the cruelest trick ever . . . . But she forged on, and after less than a minute, the fluttering glimmer of a campfire could be seen ahead past the trees. It seemed to sit in the midst of a clearing, if the gentle glow of the moon shining down was any indication. Inspired, Gina moved on, placing her feet carefully upon the tiny path. And then she saw him. She grinned, congratulating herself. The tent, certainly, was large enough for at least two people, but there was no sign that the little clearing was inhabited by anyone other than the deliciously nude man laying upon the rolled-out sleeping bag beside the fire. Encouraged by that apparent fact, Gina ventured closer, until she was just at the edge of the clearing, obscuring herself behind the twisted dark bark of a mesquite. Mmmm . . . nice, Gina thought, looking upon the naked man. She found herself smiling. In her rather limited experience, she had never been privy to the sight of a slumbering, naked man. She found the novel sight endearing. Here lay a man, oblivious to her presence, so casually and - to Gina's eye - beautifully naked. Here lay an opportunity to observe a man with an uncompromised and unabashed eye. He had a good build, Gina decided. Slim and toned, but not skinny. He obviously worked out. His stomach rose and fell slowly, lightly decorated with a growth of soft, light-toned hair that was a bit thicker upon his chest and around the base of his languid penis. His testicles, Gina noticed, seemed shaved, otherwise they would not have glowed with such a slightly pink fleshy radiance. The tattoos that covered his chest and arms were a myriad of colors, and she could not make out the exact forms. Still, the play of etched ink only added to his innate sexuality. His face was strong and still youthful, telling Gina he was most likely in his early or mid-twenties. He possessed a strong jaw and smooth features. He smiled faintly in his sleep. Her eyes were drawn to the man's thick phallus, which was impressive even when relaxed and lay across his groin. Smooth foreskin enveloped it like fleshy cling-wrap, keeping the contents within fresh and protected. Some guys are showers, Gina thought as she nibbled her lip. And some guys are growers. This guy's both. As she had done before, Gina slid a hand within the beltline of her khaki shorts and the cotton panties beneath. Her nipples became more and more sensitive as her arousal grew. As the fingertips of her hand found her clitoris, she almost gasped. God, what would happen if I just . . . jumped him right now? she wondered. She giggled at the thought. She imagined the man waking up in a fit, and looking down as she stroked and licked his cock . . . . What would he say? What would he do? She whimpered as the array of possibilities exploded in her mind, like fractured scenes from some implausible porno movie. She squeezed her pussy with her hand, feeling how wet she was. He suddenly stirred, grumbling in his sleep. The movement instantly quelled Gina's libidinous fantasies and made her crouch behind the tree. Don't wake up! Don't wake up! And he did not. He simply shifted, rolling onto his side to face the fire. The orange glow played across his features, outlining the lines of his muscles. Gina's arousal shot back to her in spades. Heavy-eyed and in need of relief, she backed away from the clearing and made her way along the narrow path to the ravine. * * * * She felt possessed, as if overtaken by some naughty natural spirit that would not be satisfied until her libido was. Once she had jumped down to the edge of trickling stream, Gina shoved off her shorts and panties and sat with lean legs splayed wide on the selfsame rock upon which she had watched the tattooed man masturbate. Under A Raven's Eye Leaning back on her left hand to support herself, Gina madly stroked up and down the slick, smooth lips of her pussy with the fingers of her right. Her clitoris was thick and swollen, glowing like a pearl in the light of the moon between the dark pink petals of her pussy. Gina rubbed it furiously, panting, gasping, and twitching as her orgasm approached with greater speed and urgency than she had ever known before. Spurred by disjointed fantasy images, Gina lifted her legs and all but cried out as she came. Her buttocks tensed, her body bounced, and a brief, light spray of clear fluid erupted from her vagina. Gina gasped at the sight of it; she had never actually squirted during orgasm before, and frantically massaged her needy clitoris all through the delicious experience, resulting in several smaller, though thoroughly enjoyable, aftershocks. Finally, her feet smacked to the damp ground and she pressed her hand against her quivering pussy. Panting and spent, she blinked her eyes open moments - minutes? - later, looking up at the moon high overhead. Holy . . . wow . . . that was . . . um . . . I gotta get back . . . . Numbly pulling her shorts on, Gina stumbled her way back along the ravine toward the tent that awaited her. * * * * Ethan awoke in discomfort. The fire had degenerated to embers, and laying atop the roll-out left him exposed to the night's chill. He sat up in a state of minimal consciousness, looking around. For some reason, he had the feeling there had been someone nearby. But as he scanned the edges of the clearing, he could see no direct evidence. Tiredly, he added some more fuel to the fire, smiling as the twigs and roots and leaves caught the blaze. Then he pushed himself to his feet and, dragging the sleeping bag behind him, headed into the tent. * * * * Gina was unsure if she had a plan or not. She awoke with a demanding libido, but masturbating in her tent was simply not an option, not with her mother and Ben nearby. So she made the effort to dress in a clean pair of cotton shorts - naughtily "forgetting" panties - and suffered through the ritual of a campfire breakfast. "Gina, sweetie, we're going for a nature walk," her mother said as she and Ben laced up their hiking shoes. "Are you coming?" Gina's heart leapt. "Uh . . . no, if it's okay, I'll just stay here and read or something. You know how the mosquitoes get me if I'm not by the fire." Her mother smiled. "Alright then, honey. But if you need to get in touch, I've got my phone on me." "Sure," Gina said with a nod, watching her mother and boyfriend head off into the forest. Thankfully, they were headed in the opposite direction of the ravine. As soon as their crunching footfalls had faded away, Gina jumped up. Arousal was already making the pit of her stomach warm. Switching out the rather loose T-shirt for a much more snug top - and also slipping off her bra - Gina made sure she had her phone and little else before making her way toward the woodland stream. * * * * Though not particularly heated, Ethan's skin was deliciously and erotically tickled by the cascade of water trickling down his body. He squatted over the stream, clad once again in nothing more than his shoes, and scooped up handfuls of water again and again, splashing them to his face and atop his head. It was as good a shower as anything he could accomplish in his apartment at home. Standing in the indirect light of the sun diffusing through the trees, Ethan watched a few forest birds pecking along the banks further downstream. He had awakened not long before to the cawing of his friend the raven. It appeared he had a penchant for attracting avian friends. Or maybe it just seemed that way. Taking a seat upon the smooth, flat rock beside the stream, Ethan stretched out a bit. He pulled his arms above his head, splayed his legs out while curling his feet back. He could feel the muscles and tendons coming awake. Automatically, his hands fell to his lower abdomen and smoothed downward. The tips of his fingers graced the base of his penis, which was slowly stretching and filling out. A basic fantasy took hold in his mind. He looked along the trickling stream, watching the way the sun glittered upon it, and imagined some eager young woman coming upon him, innocent yet open-minded. She would see him sitting naked, and become mesmerized. Something about him would make her aroused. Yeah, as if that would ever happen, Ethan thought, closing his eyes as he stroked himself leisurely. He suddenly heard the scuff of a shoe, the splash of water. Ethan jerked up, looking about frantically. As a matter of course, he pushed his erection down between his legs to hide it. Alarm took hold of his senses. Darting eyes surveyed his surroundings in an instant, before he saw the young brunette crouched and half obscured by the bend in the stream. He could really only see her face. Wide, round eyes dominated her features. She stared at him with as much apprehension as he felt himself. Shit. Curling up and folding his legs together, Ethan extended a hand toward the girl. "Hey, it's not what you think!" he exclaimed, the first words he could think to utter. "I mean, I didn't think anyone else was gonna be around here." She said nothing, only blinking once, soft, ripe lips parted slightly. She was pretty, Ethan realized. Very pretty. The state of her attractiveness notwithstanding, Ethan continued. "Look, please don't tell anyone, okay?" he pleaded. "I'll just go." He started to make his way backward toward the edge of the ravine. Climbing up it would prove difficult, he knew, without further exposing himself to the young woman. "Wait!" she called. He stopped, frowning. "Wait, what?" The girl uncurled herself from her hiding place and took a couple of steps toward him. She wore snug-fitting shorts and a tight top which outlined her round breasts rather nicely. Hesitantly, she offered open hands in a gesture of amelioration. "I'm not gonna tell nobody," she said. "Promise." Ethan's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He looked around, wondering if he was about to be the victim of a trap of some kind. But for all his senses would tell him, he and the girl were alone . . . save for the black raven that inexplicably appeared, landing upon a rock further down the stream amid of a flutter of of its wings. "Look," the girl continued. "I saw you yesterday. You know, last night." Her words brought his attention back to her. "You did?" he asked, perturbed. She nodded, gaze drifting down his crouched body. "And I didn't tell anyone about it." Despite himself, Ethan began to relax. "So, what are you, some kind of voyeur or something?" Her brow furrowed. "A what?" He managed a small chuckle. "A voyeur," he said. "Someone who likes to watch other people . . . you know, when they're . . . ." he trailed off, groping for words. "When they're doing something naughty?" she prompted with a sly smile. "Yeah," he responded with a small laugh. "That's as good a way to put it as any, I guess." She ventured closer, almost skittishly, as if approaching a small animal that might bolt if she made any sudden moves. The sly smile had evolved into a more interested, curious one as her darting eyes tried to sneak peaks of hidden manly flesh. "I guess so," she said. "I know it's weird, but I always thought it was hot to watch a guy . . . you know . . . beat it." Ethan was suddenly suspicious again. Her manner of speaking and appearance both had him wondering. "Look, uh, you seem awfully young," he said. She stopped, annoyance coloring her face. "You think I'm a kid?" she asked. Anxiety returned. If I piss her off, then she's going to run and tell someone . . . "No, I don't think you're a kid," he said. "I mean, you're obviously smart, and the fact that you're not freaking out tells me a lot about how mature and patient you are, but at the same time . . . I mean, I've known girls who matured pretty fast." She seemed to relax. The corners of her mouth curled upward again. "Well, trust me, if it bothers you that much, I'm over that magical age of eighteen." Relief was obvious on Ethan's face. "Okay." "Are you?" she shot back teasingly. He rolled his eyes. "Wanna see my driver's license?" The girl suddenly giggled. "Please don't tell me you actually have it, because if you do, then that means it's in a really gross place." Ethan looked down at his body, as if he had forgotten he was nude. He chuckled. "Uh . . . yeah. Right. No, obviously, I don't have it right at the moment." She moved forward a little closer, then squatted down to his level. Ethan could not help but notice that doing so made her pale-colored cotton shorts press tightly between her legs, forming a very delectable cameltoe. He made an effort not to stare. "Um, what's your name?" He blushed in admonishment. "Ethan." She smiled. "I'm Gina." For a moment, she nibbled her lip in contemplation. Okay, so now you've met Mr. Hot Naked Guy. Now what? "So, uh, you do this a lot? Walk around naked, I mean." Ethan relaxed visibly. The simple nicety of a more or less formal introduction, as well as the verification that his voyeur was not some underaged kid, placed him more at ease. "Actually, yeah, I do," he said, shifting to get more comfortably on his rock. He decided to test the waters and parted his legs slightly, allowing Gina to get a glimpse of his dangling and slightly swollen penis. His gesture was instantly rewarded when Gina's gaze dipped to his exposed crotch. "I come up here almost every weekend," he said. "Camp in the same spot every time. I've never seen anyone this far in, so I figured . . . might as well let it all hang out." Gina giggled again. "Well, you're, uh, definitely hanging out," she commented with a blush. Ethan shrugged. The anxiety was gone, now, replaced with the delicious anticipation of the unknown. "To be honest, when I'm at home, I never wear clothes." "I couldn't do that," she said. "I still live with my mom." Ethan smiled. "Having my own place has its benefits." Gina couldn't keep herself from looking the man over. He wasn't being pushy, he wasn't being rude or crass, he was just a humble naked guy sitting on a rock by a stream. He may not have been some chiseled, manscaped, pretty boy frat jock, but Gina was finding Ethan to be the most attractive man she had ever met. "So, um, what about you? You come out here to camp a lot?" Ethan's question jolted her out of her silent musing. "Uh, well, not really," she said, blushing. "But my mom and her boyfriend really wanted to come, and I guess they didn't want to leave me at home alone for the weekend." "Afraid you'd throw some wild party or something?" Ethan asked pointedly. "Pfft!" Gina replied. "I'm not that type. I mean, I go to parties and stuff sometimes, but I'm really pretty quiet. I guess I'm the mousy librarian type." He gave her a look. "I think you're a very beautiful type." She snapped her eyes to his immediately, feeling a quick rush of arousal flash through her. She squirmed in her crouched position, fanning her thighs slightly to keep her balance. She was aware of the steadily increasing dampness between her thighs. "I think you're kind'a hot, too," she whispered. Okay, Ethan, don't fuck this up! The last thing you wanna do is lean back and flop your dick around and ask her if she wants to play "snake charmer." Keep it cool. "So . . . what happens now?" he asked. Gina sucked her bottom lip and shrugged. "Whatever," she said, then immediately recanted. "I mean, not really 'whatever,' just, um . . . you know, you were gonna . . . do something, right?" He nodded slowly with a smile. Gina's beating around the bush, as it were, was both endearing and frustrating. They could go on forever without getting to the point of why they were both there. Ethan decided to take a chance, and he leaned back while simultaneously stretching his legs out. The exhibitionism of the moment was powerfully erotic, and his cock responded appropriately, stiffening and angling upward. "Yeah, I was gonna do 'something,'" he responded, not looking to her as he leaned back and supported himself on his hands. He looked down at his stiffening penis as it rose above the level of his legs, outlined by the warm radiance of the sun. Gina looked as well, lips parted in an excited smile, eyes wide with anticipation. Never had she seen a naked man in such a state, not within these circumstances. Ethan's penis, to her, was a beautiful work of art. She was fascinated with the way it grew and stretched out, how the sheath of skin around it became smooth, how the bulbous pink head protruded from its fleshy confines, so shiny and bright. As she had the night before, she licked her lips. To his credit, Ethan had the wisdom to recognize that if anything further was going to happen, to voice any suggestion would be counter-productive. Gina wouldn't do anything if he simply asked her; he had to trust - and hope - that his actions would arouse her beyond the level of simply being a voyeur. He shifted, brought up his right hand, wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. He breathed out as he began slowly stroking up and down. Satisfying as the act was by itself, it was incredibly moreso now that a beautiful young woman was watching him so avidly. Gina's attention was fixated upon Ethan's actions. She did not realize she had settled a hand between her own thighs and was clutching and squeezing her pussy through the single layer of cotton. Seeping wetness soaked the material the more she massaged her sex, until it infused her fingers. She whimpered slightly, squirming, and had to roll onto her knees at the edge of the stream to keep from toppling over. "Do you want to see me come?" Ethan asked. Gina responded with a staccato moan. "Yeah," she breathed. He gave her a knowing smile as he continued pumping his hand up and down. "I think you wanna come, too." Gina blushed, smiled. "Maybe," she admitted coyly. He glanced over, watching the way the girl rhythmically squeezed her pussy through the shorts. He was not sure, but he thought he detected the faint aroma of her arousal. His dick twitched in his hand. "I bet that would be something to see," he said suggestively. She met his eyes briefly, pondering her options. Part of her wanted to rip off her clothes and pounce on the man. She had already been entertaining fantasies about him while they conversed, imagining herself stroking his cock, licking it, sucking it, riding it. But what if he did not want to go that far? What if she suddenly became aggressive, and it turned him off? Besides, she reasoned, I don't know why, but doing this slowly just makes it hotter . . . . "Well," she said at last, straightening upon her knees. She gave Ethan a naughty look as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts. "I guess it's not exactly fair that you're completely naked and I still have everything on." Ethan's heart palpitated at Gina's words, and he kept his eyes fixed upon her as the girl stood beside him. She bent over as she slid the shorts down and stepped out of them, then straightened. For a moment, she stood quietly, as if awaiting the full assessment of his gaze. Now nude from just above her navel to her feet encased in ankle socks and sneakers, Gina was a delicious, erotic sight. The filtered sunlight painted her tanned body a light golden tone, with obvious tan lines showing that she wore a rather small bikini when laying out. He realized Gina had a habit of shaving her pubic hair, for there were no pimples or ingrown hairs upon the mound above her sex, but it had been a couple of days since she had done so; a light shadow of stubble was visible, but not at all unattractive. Perhaps the most erotic aspect of Gina's pussy was the fact that her labia were not tightly pursed together, as Ethan had seen on other women. In fact, even standing, her inner lips protruded slightly, thick, fleshy and lightly pink. The shroud of her clitoris was visible as well, only barely hiding the swelling pebble beneath. Ethan realized he had been holding his breath, and now let it out, letting his attention drift back to the teenager's face. "God, you're sexy," he breathed. A sudden large cawing startled them both, and they looked to the raven perched upon its rock in the stream. It hopped up and down, as if dancing. Ethan laughed. "She thinks so, too." Gina giggled. "Friend of yours?" she asked. Ethan shrugged. "It's always here when I am," he said, then returned to his perusal of Gina's unabashedly revealed genitals. The young woman moved until she stood before him, straddling his outstretched legs. Gina gave Ethan an intent look. "I can trust you, right?" she asked. He nodded humbly. "I won't make you do anything." "Or stop me?" she asked coquettishly, shifting closer on her feet. Her legs spread wider and wider, exposing her pussy completely. Then she eased down until her spread thighs framed his legs just above the knees. He bent his legs, giving her a more secure perch, and Gina smiled, supporting herself with her left hand on Ethan's right knee as she faced him. Her other hand descended to her moist, glistening pussy. As she stroked the lips with her fingers, they swelled and parted. He started to speak, found he had no voice, then cleared his throat. "I couldn't stop you if I tried," he croaked. He pumped his fist up and down his cock more urgently now. It did not escape his attention that all he would have to do is push his cock out and down, and it would brush the silky lips of Gina's pussy. The tease was infinitely stimulating. For what seemed an endless array of minutes, Ethan and Gina masturbated for each other in the hazy sunlight. Excitement and humidity combined to make their skin eke trickles of erotic sweat. Gina rolled her hips forward and back, breathing becoming more and more shallow. She rubbed her clitoris in slow, firm circles, now and then pushing a finger within her slippery tunnel. The forest around them was just quiet enough that Ethan could make out the wet sucking sounds of her pussy around her finger. So engrossed in the sight of Gina's sultry display, Ethan all but forgot about his own needs. He stroked his cock slowly, but only as a matter of course. He was enamored with this young vixen, this fantasy-cum-reality. He could not have imagined a more erotic experience. Then she took the game to the next level. "Ethan," she whispered, taking her hand from her sex. She stared into his face as she sucked her finger, tasting her own tangy essence. "Yeah?" "I wanna touch it." His cock throbbed. He grinned foolishly. "Okay," was all he was able to utter. With a girlish grin, Gina slipped back, then got onto her knees before Ethan as he parted his legs widely. He took his hand from his cock, which fell forward, stiff and anxious and pointed at her face. Gina breathed it, excited and nervous at the same time. Her hands smoothed up along Ethan's thighs toward his groin. "So, um," she began, then blushed with an embarrassed, breathy laugh. The sultry vixen had become the bashful schoolgirl. "How do I do it?" Ethan held out a hand in invitation, then directed the one given him toward his cock. "Just wrap your hand around it," he directed, tensing slightly in erotic bliss as Gina's fingers curled around his shaft. He helped her adjust her grip. "Like that. Not too close to the head. Yeah, like that." "Like this?" Gina asked, experimentally stroking up and down. She grinned widely, mouth hanging open as she slowly pumped up and down. She marveled at the feel of the almost liquid foreskin gliding up and down the rigid tube of flesh beneath. Ethan sighed, taking his hand away to place upon the rock behind him. "Oh, God, just like that," he groaned. Under A Raven's Eye Utterly stupefied by what she saw and felt, Gina stroked Ethan's cock with careful enthusiasm. She loved the feel, the weight, the texture of it. Even his musky scent turned her on. Her other hand joined in, and she was soon pumping up and down with a two-handed grip. Ethan squirmed. "You've done this before," he observed, eyes heavy, jaw slack. Gina shook her head, attention riveted to the stiff penis she stroked. "First time doing this," she whispered heatedly. "Does it feel good?" He laughed. "You have no idea." Gina grinned, then let her eyes dart up to his face. "Feels that good, huh?" He could only nod. She grinned, slowed her strokes. "Then I wonder how good this'll feel," she said, leaning in, keeping her eyes on Ethan's, as she slipped out her tongue and licked slowly, seductively, around the straining head of his cock. She tasted the clear, sticky fluid that had seeped from his slit, and decided the flavor wasn't at all bad. "Oh, God," Ethan groaned, almost falling back. But he did not want to miss a moment of whatever may transpire next. Gina grinned wickedly, swirling her tongue all around the head of Ethan's cock, masturbating him toward her mouth. She puckered her pink lips and rubbed the head against it, even sucked it into her mouth now and then. Ethan bucked when she did that, involuntarily trying to push more of his dick into her mouth. But Gina kept up the tease, giving him just a little here and there. She had already decided what she was going to do for him, and wanted it to be a surprise. Her hands pumped up and down steadily, squeezing and kneading. She was good at reading Ethan's expression for cues, adeptly discovering what worked for him and what didn't. She kept one of her thumbs massaging just beneath the head of his cock at all times, while the rest of her fingers caressed and massaged firmly. She quickly realized that no matter how firmly she squeezed the shaft, it was never too much. Finally, his body began to tense. His breathing became ragged. He gave Gina a pleading look. "Gina!" he grunted, punching his hips up off the rock. "Yeah?" she responded heatedly, face glowing. "Gonna . . . I-I'm gonna . . . oh, fuck!" He suddenly spasmed, every muscle in his body contracting. He nearly doubled over as his cock flared and stiffened and throbbed in Gina's hands. And just at the peak of his orgasm, as he was about to erupt, he watched as the girl cupped her mouth over the head of his glistening penis, the tip of her tongue barely touching it. He growled like a feral beast as he came. The first thick salvo of milky fluid burst from the tip of his cock to disappear inside Gina's mouth. She flinched slightly, brow furrowing, and reflexively closed her lips. Subsequent spurts of thick semen splashed against her lips, her chin, across her cheeks. Gina giggled and gasped, pumping up and down to get it all out. More of the bittersweet fluid shot into her mouth; the rest flowed down over her fingers as she continued stroking and milking Ethan's cock. Her lover squirmed, face contorted as if in pain. He jerked this way and that, tossing his head about. He finally had to slap a hand over hers to stop the torture. "Oh, shit . . . ." he mumbled, falling back. His head smacked against the damp ground behind him. He heaved several deep breaths, as if he had just swum to the surface of the ocean from some impossible depth. Gina grinned at her accomplishment. Gingerly, she took her hands from Ethan's slowly-softening penis, looking at the gooey tendrils of fluid stretched between her fingers. The flavor and aroma of his cum filled her senses. She had swallowed some of it, and considered the aftertaste. It wasn't bad, she decided. She licked and sucked her lips, then eased back into the stream to wash off her hands and face. Languidly, Ethan managed to sit up. He both looked and felt drunk. He grinned crookedly upon Gina as she wiped away streaks and smears of white fluid from her face. "Th-that, uh . . ." he began, struggling to compose his thoughts. She looked up, smiling proudly. "You okay?" He laughed. "Best, uh, orgasm I, uh, ever fucking had," he declared. Gina beamed. "Seriously?" He rolled forward, elbows upon his knees. Clarity seemed to return - somewhat - as the blood rushed down from his head. He gave Gina a supremely impressed look. "You're amazing." She passed a hand down over her face, wiping the water away, then came up between his legs, beneath his face. "Guess you could say I was inspired," she whispered sexily, craning her neck as she offered her lips. They kissed softly, then with more and more passion. Now it was Gina's turn to whimper. "Your turn," Ethan whispered meaningfully. The brunette's only response was a hopeful look as she nibbled her lip. He pushed back off the rock and pulled her with him, then turned the sexy girl about and eased her down. She responded willingly to all of his voiceless directions, and was soon laying back, hands planted on the ground behind the rock to steady herself, lean legs lifted and spread wide. Her flushed and ready pussy was totally and uncompromisingly displayed to Ethan in all its glory. He ran his hands back and forth along her inner thighs, admiring the way Gina's pussy splayed open for him like a blossoming orchid. He planted soft, teasing kisses upon her slippery lips, gaining a taste of her fresh, ripe essence. His eyes wandered to hers, as his mouth was poised over Gina's sex. "Beautiful," he whispered, before covering her pussy with his mouth and licking deep between her sleek inner folds. Gina gasped and trembled with passion, tossing her head back even as she pushed her hips out, grinding against Ethan's mouth. He sucked, licked, and lapped, moaning at the flavor of her, the feel of her fleshy lips gliding around his tongue. He laved from her tight pink anus to the top of her hooded clit over and over again, all the while feeling the trembling rumbles of orgasmic need as they coursed through Gina's thighs. His tongue dipped into the well of her pussy, finding a thick, sweet, musky essence, and he pushed in as deep as his tongue could go. Gina gasped and squirmed, pushing back against him. He could just feel the contractions of her inner muscles around the tip of his tongue. But then he would slip up suddenly and fasten his lips around her clitoris, sucking it deeply, using his tongue to push the hood back to get to the sensitive pearl. Gina cried out in passion when he did that, bucking and clamoring and begging for release. Release finally came. Unlike Ethan, Gina found no voice to tell her lover she was about to climax, not that she needed to. She ripped her hands from the ground behind her and slapped them to the back of Ethan's head. Her legs kicked and trembled in the air. Her face became a mask of contorted bliss when she came. Ethan moaned and held on, sucking fiercely upon Gina's clit, letting her grind against his mouth all throughout the seemingly endless throes of her orgasm. She clutched him close, panting feverishly, until the tumultuous tides of pleasure ebbed away. She slid down off the rock, wrapping her arms around Ethan, seeking his mouth with her own. They kissed torridly, affectionately. She tasted her own flavor upon his lips and tongue. Passion ebbed, replaced by primordial closeness neither of them had ever experienced before. They held one another close, as the lazy, trickling stream bubbled. Gina finally pulled back with the most incredibly satisfied smile she had ever worn, and gazed upon Ethan's equally halcyon face. They breathed in and out, stroking, touching, petting, sharing kisses and meaningful looks for which no words would ever do justice. Finally, Ethan spoke. "Wanna come up to my tent?" he asked. She nodded with a broad smile. "Wanna make love to me?" she asked in kind. He matched her grin. "Oh, God, yes," he replied. They uncurled themselves, then washed up quickly in the trickling waters of the stream. Gina sought out her shorts, and, out of habit, dug out the slim smart phone still tucked in one of the pockets. She frowned as she looked at the screen, before an expression of true alarm crossed her face. "Oh, shit." "What?" asked Ethan. Gina tapped on the screen, consternation becoming more and more evident with each passing moment. "My mom's looking for me," she warbled. "They came back from their hike and I wasn't there." Ethan stared at her, feeling his shoulders slump. "You gotta go back," he said dejectedly. "No shit," she sputtered. "'Cause if they find me like this, I'm seriously toast." Her fingers danced across the phone's screen. Finally, she looked up, giving her lover a profoundly apologetic look. "It's okay," he said, averting his eyes. "If you gotta go, you gotta go, right?" She slapped the phone against her thigh. "I'll come back," she said. "I mean it." Ethan nodded, but he was obviously not putting much stock in his lover's words. But Gina suddenly pressed herself to him, staring fiercely into his eyes. "I mean it," she repeated. He settled his hands to her shoulders. "I hope so," Ethan said softly. * * * * The fierce dichotomy of the situation all but ripped him apart as Ethan trudged his way back to the clearing. On the one hand was the thought that what he had enjoyed with Gina was simply a prelude to something even more amazing, more satisfying, and perhaps - perhaps - more real than anything he had ever known with a woman before. And then there was the cynical devil on his shoulder telling him Gina had gotten what she wanted, had her fun, and was never going to come back. She played you, bro, and all that. He returned to his lonely clearing with a mix of emotions. He wasn't sure what to believe, or expect. He tried to tell himself that what he had experienced with Gina had been on the order of mind-boggling, and he should just be glad for that. Yeah . . . be glad for that. He tended the fire, foraged for more wood, fixed himself a bacon sandwich. He listened to some music on his phone as he lay back in the tent and drifted off. Despite any cynical misgivings, Ethan could not help but fantasize about his delectable lover and what he might enjoy with her if and when they may next meet. If . . . . * * * * As the night fell, Ethan felt even more dejected than he had when he and Gina had parted. Consigning himself to the apparent fact that he had, yet again, been played for a fool, he busied himself with the mundanities of camping. He gathered more wood, took a nap, watched a movie he had saved to his tablet. By the time the shadows became more prevalent than the light, Ethan anticipated another night alone with his fantasies and memories. Then came the flutter of wings, and the raven appeared once again, settling itself upon life-scarred talons on one of the three ancient rocks framing the clearing. It cawed a few times, as if it was just as perturbed as Ethan. "Yeah, I know," he grumbled, sitting before the fire, stirring the contents of a stripped metal can that sat upon a metal grill placed over the licking flames. "I don't think she's coming back." The raven cawed again, head twitching back and forth. Ethan shrugged with a heavy sigh. "I wish I knew what I did wrong," he said as if in answer to the bird's cry. "Looked like everything was going hunky-dory. Then, all of a sudden, she was gone." The bird fidgeted, fanning its wings, shifting back and forth. One of its eyes trained on Ethan. He gave a mirthless smile. "Guess it's just you and me again," he said. He took the wooden spoon from the tin can, tasted its contents, then looked back to the raven. "Want some chili?" The bird shook its head rapidly. He shrugged. "All the more for me, then." "Is there enough for me?" Ethan snapped his head around, finding the source of the soft, feminine voice. She stood at the edge of the clearing, upon the narrow little path that led down to the ravine. She wore the same top, but had changed her shorts, Ethan noticed. A slow smile stretched his lips. He was guarded. "It's just chili from a can," he said. He lifted up a small box. "And crackers." Gina stepped closer. Her body glowed with a pale radiance beneath the moon above. Her eyes were fixated upon Ethan. "Sounds good to me," she said softly, venturing closer. He reached for the can, taking it up by the edge with the tips of his thumb and forefinger. "How'd you find me?" She smirked. "Actually, I found you last night," Gina revealed. "Came up here and saw you all laid out and naked and . . . ." she trailed off with a wistful sigh. He shot her a look. "Last night?" She nodded. "Yeah," she said, venturing even closer, until she was but a few paces away. Her eyes grew heavy with lust as she gazed up and down Ethan's body. "You were sleeping. You looked so . . . perfect." He managed a smile. "Funny. That's what I think when I look at you." Gina stopped, brow furrowing. "Are we crazy?" Ethan frowned in response. "What do you mean?" "I mean . . . here I am, just about friggin' desperate to throw myself at you, and I don't really even know you!" He smiled ruefully. "Good point," he said. "So, what do you want to know about me?" Gina looked even more confused and perturbed. "That's just it," she said. "I don't wanna know more about you. I mean, not right now. I just wanna fuck you!" Ethan laughed, rolling back from the fire. He felt flippant. "Well, I wanna fuck you, too," he shot back. "So where's that leave us?" Gina's features smoldered. Her bottom lip pouted. She stepped closer to Ethan, stopping but a few steps away before dropping to her knees. "I've been tasting you all day," she said, her voice a hoarse, breathy whisper. "When I got back, they had a grill going. Making hot dogs. I had one. But all I could taste was you." Ethan met her eyes. "I keep thinking about the way you looked when I made you . . . you know," he said. Gina's cheeks colored and she smiled with remembrance. "That was . . . oh my God, it was incredible." Ethan stared. "I want you." She swooned. "I want you, too." He pushed himself up and approached her, reaching out to take Gina's face in his hands. He stared intently into her eyes. "No matter what?" She swallowed thickly, but nodded. "No matter what," she whispered. They kissed, tenderly at first, then with more and more heat. Hands fumbled as Gina's clothes were removed. The young woman blushed and sighed as her naked body was revealed to the humid night air, then again as Ethan's lips danced across her skin. He made his way down her body as she trembled against him, holding onto his head for support. She raised one of her legs readily, giving him access to the succulent pink petals of her sex. She gasped in passion when his tongue passed across them. "Come here," he said abruptly, getting to his feet and tugging on her hands. Gina followed him numbly to the bedroll on the other side of the fire, watching his face. She had never been so enamored of a man before, so desperate to feel his touch. What she felt for Ethan was something new, something overpowering. Passion gave her no choice but to give in to him. Amid more kisses and caresses, they wound up with Gina settled atop Ethan's body, her thighs spread over his face, her hands and lips and tongue pleasuring his stiff and eager cock. She murmured around his shaft as it filled her mouth, squirming at the feel of his tongue slipping between her sleek pussy lips as far as it could reach. But even as Ethan worked her toward orgasm, Gina couldn't put off the incessant longing within her. Sucking her mouth from his cock, she suddenly crawled forward, lifting herself in a squat over his body. Ethan knew instantly what she wanted, and supported her with his hands upon her firm round cheeks. Gina reached down between her splayed-open thighs to position his stiff, slick cock against the opening of her pussy, and slowly, languidly, pushed down. "Oh-h-h, fuck that feels good . . . ." Ethan could only grunt something similar as he pushed up with his hips. The liquid heat of her body soaked through his cock to light up every nerve he had. Her pussy sucked him like a mouth, pulling and massaging, but with vastly more sensation. Ethan could have stayed within her all day. She finally began moving, leaning back with hands upon Ethan's chest, gliding up and down his cock. She panted in bliss, grinning to the dark night sky overhead. A slight breeze inexplicably poured over them, cooling their skin if only just a little. God, this feels incredible. I can't believe how perfect this is . . . Her face contorted as a rush began to spike through her. I can't believe I'm gonna come already! Ethan was amazed as Gina suddenly trembled and whimpered in orgasm, her pussy clenching and squeezing tight the cock inside her. She fell back against him, heaving and giggling. Ethan wrapped his arms around her, still inside her, and rolled them over until he was atop her. He could barely hear her voice. ". . . don't stop . . . ." Ethan kissed the back of her sweaty neck, bracing his hands upon the ground beside Gina's shoulders. Her straddled her thighs, keeping her legs locked together. She eagerly pushed her hips up, giving him better access. In the light of the fire, he could just make out the fleshy lips of her pussy wrapped around his cock, the tight pink anus above. Inspired by the sight, he thrust into her again and again, reveling in their animalistic coupling. Gina huffed and groaned with each deep thrust he made, and pushed back as if that would somehow give her even more of him. At times, he went so deep as to mash his cock against her cervix, but even that pain was pleasurable. She had never felt anything so deep. They tumbled from the bedroll and across the dirty, leaf-covered ground. Gina propped herself upon her hands and knees, ignoring the pain of sharp twigs and small rocks that bit into her skin. She came and came again, each orgasm stronger than the one which preceded it, each one empowering her even more. They both seemed fueled as their lovemaking continued. At last, with Gina astride him, Ethan laying upon the dirty ground, hands groping her breasts as they shared deep, intimate looks, he felt the stirring of a powerful orgasm. He did not have to tell her; she could see it in his face, feel it in his movements. She rode him harder and harder, coaxing out his climax. When finally he arched his back and growled in release, cock burning and flooding her womb, Gina shared his ecstasy as well. With a great sigh, she collapsed atop him. Ethan barely had the strength to hold her close. The world around them was blurry and dark; their senses were as dulled as their muscles. After many long minutes, in which what little strength they had left was devoted to soft kisses and shared grins of satisfaction, Ethan found enough energy to speak. "I'm glad you came back," he said. Gina smiled, strands of sweaty hair framing her face. Her features glowed in the light of the campfire. "Can I stay?" He smiled. "As long as you want," he said earnestly, then kissed her once more. Several feet away, the black raven stood upon its stone, watching them. Had it features to read, and had Ethan and Gina bothered to look, they may have seen a smile.