1 comments/ 28306 views/ 3 favorites Nature Girl By: Xowie Miranda always felt that she was a nature spirit. Perhaps she was a tribeswoman in a former life, living off of the land and living with the land in order to survive. The reason was irrelevant to her and Miranda never spent long dwelling upon it. The fact was that she adored nature and she loved being with nature. She would often take a trip to town and into one of the thrift stores. She would buy a pair of jeans, a top (whose style would vary depending on the season) and an old pair of comfortable worn-in shoes. Once her purchases had been made, Miranda would drive to her local beauty spot. This was a nature reserve some five miles away from her home, which consisted of ponds, woodland and people. Families on picnics, couples on romantic strolls, walking groups on their weekly tours and people just there to enjoy the beauty and tranquility of the place. Once in the car park, she would lock the car, hide the keys on top of the rear tyre, praying under her breath that nobody would take it upon themselves to relieve her of her only means of getting home. Miranda walked across the car park to whichever path grabbed her attention. In her bag, she had a small CD player with tiny portable plug-in speakers. The CD was always the same. The deep, rhythmic drumming of the mystic shaman. As soon as Miranda was on her way, she would stop and take her shoes off, placing them in her bag. She relished the feel of the earth beneath her feet and the feel of the leaves and twigs crunching under her every step. When she found a suitable clearing, Miranda would take the CD player from the bag, place it on the floor and begin the CD. As the drumming played, Miranda would dance. She would feel her soul connecting with the trees and life all around her and she would take joy in this as she began to remove her clothes, dancing all the while. When her clothes were scattered around her, Miranda's dance became more frantic. Her golden hair flowed around her, the sunlight gleaming through the trees playing with the strands of her hair making it look like Rumplestiltskin's spun gold. She ran her hands over her body, savouring the feel of her delicate skin, her pubic hair and her hardening nipples. Still dancing, Miranda would begin to masturbate rubbing her clitoris with the rhythm of the music. Faster and faster she would dance, getting wetter and massaging her breasts and sex until, when she could take no more, her legs would weaken and she would fall to the ground crying out her orgasm and bucking her hips to the dying sounds of the drums. She never knew why nobody called the police, people often walked past her but she did not care. She loved showing her beautiful body to the world. Miranda did her dancing as often as her mundane schedule would allow. Usually, she managed it once or twice a month. The day things changed began as any other. Miranda took her trip to the charity shop, adorning herself with the essences of strangers in the clothes that she donned. She drove to the woodland, parking up in her usual spot. She had a quick look around to make sure nobody was about and hid her keys in their usual place. Stretching her legs as she got up, Miranda smiled in appreciation of the warm sunlight that caressed her face like the gentle touch of a lover. She closed her eyes and span around, stopping abruptly and walking down the path that was directly in front of her. This was a path that she had not used before, and it excited her as she walked to feel the new energies around her, penetrating her skin and flowing through her blood. She saw wandering people, as always, and smiled at them as they passed each other. Suddenly, Miranda felt the urge to stray from the path and found herself giggling at the memories of childhood stories where young ladies were warned not to leave their path, especially when walking alone or with a male companion. She continued along her way, making eye contact for the briefest moment with a man who made her feel horny just looking at him. He flashed her a grin and she smiled confidently at him and continued on her way. As always, Miranda knew when she'd found the spot where her dance would take place. She began and felt more aware than ever before. Her senses were at an all-time high as she de-robed and gave herself in to the music. She sensed a presence near her but she couldn't stop her dance now for love nor money. When he had walked past Miranda, Chris was filled with longing. He'd never felt anything that intense before and knew that he needed to see where the stunningly beautiful woman was headed. He kept just out of her view and when she stopped, he found a place to crouch, secluded in the greenery of a prickly holly bush. He watched with intrigue as she took the CD player from her bag and began the music. His first thought was that she was just working out but it didn't take him long to realise that the whole things was deeper and more profound than that. When she had stripped down to her panties, and was shimmying out of them, Chris's intrigue had turned to a mesmerised burning desire. He watched as Miranda began to run her hands over herself, pinching her nipples and throwing her head back in ecstasy, her long thick hair brushing the curve of her beautiful, grabbable ass. Chris adjusted his position so he was knelt on the ground, his butt rested on his heels. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them over his behind, letting his rigid cock stand out. He watched Miranda's hands travel their course down to her pussy and as she began to touch herself, caressing her clit and gently playing with her lips as she danced, Chris's penis cried out to be touched. He gave in. He took his length in his hand and began to stroke the shaft, rubbing his thumb over the head, resisting the urge to close his eyes. Miranda continued her dance, loving the heat that had begun to burn within her; she knew that soon her climax would take over her body and she would be powerless to resist its force. Her lithe body twisted and turned, making exotic and erotic shapes. Chris watched as he saw woman from a whole new perspective. He took his cock in his hand and began to pick up the rhythm of the drumming and he squeezed and pulled, his body tingling all the while. A moan threatened to escape him and somehow he managed to hold it in, tuning it into a savage growl, making him feel wild and big. His speed increased again now as Miranda fell to her knees masturbating furiously all sense of the music forgotten. Chris watched Miranda fingering her pussy and wished desperately that he was inside her, he imagined what she would feel like, how tight she would be, how her hair would smell and how hard she'd fuck. He heard her cry out and as she began to flick her hips in the throes of her orgasm, Chris moved so he was kneeling up and rubbed his free hand over his balls, gripping his solid cock and gasping as the friction and the sight of the goddess before him tipped him over the edge. His cum spurted out in a jet; the force of his orgasm was so strong. Miranda lay on the ground, stroking her inner thighs all too aware that there was someone hiding and watching and had been enjoying her has much as she had enjoyed herself. She smiled as she stood and began to dress. Chris stayed where he was, recovering his breath, watching the woman slip herself back into her clothes. She packed her things away into the bag and with a flick of her hair and a knowing smile she walked away. Chris waited for a few minutes until the trembling in his legs had abated. He covered himself up, zipped his fly and crawled out of the bush. Slowly, he walked over to the place he had seen Miranda dance. In the centre of her area, marked by a ring of disturbed leaves, was a pair of white lacy panties. The same ones he had seen Miranda dance her way out of not long ago. Chris bent and picked them up, checking to make sure nobody was about. He held them to his face, feeling perverse but loving it, and inhaled Miranda's scent. It was incredible and somehow, just as he had imagined it would be. He slipped the knickers into his jeans pocket and made his way back to the car, a smug little grin playing about his mouth as he strolled. ©Xowie Brandt 01/03/2007 Nature Girl 12:49 am Ada swore and slapped the back of her thigh, aiming for the crawling thing, whatever it was. Damn camping, anyway. She couldn't see a blessed thing out here, but she sure could feel the creepy crawlies doing their thing. Ugh. She was really too tired to get up and find a flashlight and even try to figure out where the bug was, but it was starting to get on her nerves. Every time she thought she had shooed it away, back it came. So much for getting back to nature. This really sucked. 3:00 am Bleary-eyed, Ada smacked her upper arm. What fresh hell was this? Hadn't she squished at least fourteen mosquitoes or other itchy critters, just since midnight? Now there was a distinct creeping sensation on her toes. Fighting to ignore it, she turned over. A pinch on the skin of her instep told her she now sported a lovely bite, hopefully from something non-poisonous. Moaning in frustration, she scrubbed the injured foot on the inside of her sleeping bag, bumping it against the side of the tree she slept under, hoping to dislodge the bug. Her toe hurt but it seemed the bug was gone, at least. Again, she closed her eyes. Maybe this time she'd catch some shut-eye. 5:35 am A nervous wreck. Resigned to the constant irritation from the bugs... at least she thought she was. Now there was quite a large variety of bug bites and smushed bug corpses all over her body. Exhausted, she covered her eyes with a corner of the sleeping bag and fell asleep briefly, waking with a jerk every time she was bitten again. Each time she fell back asleep, she dropped off more quickly, more deeply. Each time she woke up, she was more disoriented. Fatigue finally claimed her and she slept like the dead, not feeling the bugs anymore. 6:22 am Tiny creeping tendrils pulled delicately at the tough nylon of the sleeping bag. The minute notched spikes that covered them sliced easily through the fabric. Thousands of little slashes tore the protecting bag to shreds, leaving the heavily slumbering woman inside it exposed to the cool night air. Her tee shirt had ridden up over her pale belly, and her silky pajama shorts were wedged uncomfortably into the damp crevice between the globes of her smooth, chubby butt. She had been sweating, and her hair curled in wild abandon against her head and neck. Her mouth was slightly open and her breathing was even. The sun had been up for some time, and even in the dead of night, the forest had been still and hot. Now it was a sticky summer morning, perfect for sleeping in, especially after a miserable night. Ada would not wake for some time. Slightly thicker vines curled around her ankles. Her foot shifted reflexively, kicked and then stilled. The vines crept over her body, winding around her arms, wrapping her thighs and legs in firm, unyielding greenery. Soon she was nearly covered in the vines, and if she had tried to move, she would not have been able to. But of course, she was fast asleep... Her soft breasts were left bare as the tendrils snicked away the blue cotton of her tee shirt. Ada mumbled and moved her head to the side. The leafy vines tugged insistently at the elastic band of her shorts as the little spikes did their work. She sighed in sleepy relief as the binding satiny material vanished from her body. The small, tight V of springy curls between her thighs was damp with sweat and moisture as Ada dreamed that something was gently touching her everywhere, caressing her skin. A delicate tendril swayed forward and dipped into her wet curls, pulling them apart to find what was hidden there. A larger vine snaked its way up one long leg, somehow almost eager in its hurry. Sweet, musky moisture dampened the woman's upper thighs, and it paused there, seeming to drink it in through its dark green surface. Suddenly, it darted forward, pushing between her tightly anchored open thighs. A large, hard round bud had formed at its tip as it drank, and now it slid the smooth point of it into her. The bud grew. Slowly, it pushed forward, easing between her wet, swollen labia. Ada moaned. The tendrils retracted their spikes and brushed their leaves against her skin repetitively, everywhere they touched her. A long, thin vine wrapped around her breasts and squeezed rhythmically, looping around her tightening nipples at its end and squeezing gently there, too. The thick round bulb at the end of the larger vine pushed more deeply into her, relentless, seeking. Ada sighed and tried to reach a hand up to rub her eyes, but her hand did not move. It was neatly locked into the ground by four of the smaller vines. She squirmed restlessly, still more than half asleep, but starting to wake up. The bulbous vine thrust into her, the thick bulb growing even larger. Now it was reaching deep into her pussy, stretching her, filling her. Her hips bucked as she felt it. Was this a dream? Hot juices ran from her as the vine wormed its way into her. A small root wavered underneath her body, wiggling from the dip of her spine down to the soft pucker of her anus. It circled and then dug in, thickening. Sap dripped from its nubby, smooth bark, easing its way. The root ventured further into her ass as the thick vine in her pussy started thrusting deeply, its bulbed tip creating intense sensation as it rubbed and pushed its way along her tight channel. The long stem of the vine arched to nudge against her throbbing clitoris as it made its merciless way into her soaking, burning-hot pussy. 7:00 am Ada woke up and started to scream. Her body jerked and thrashed against the vines that bound her. Her mouth opened wide in pleasure and terror. A soft, thick vine swayed across the mass of greenery and sealed her lips, although she continued screaming. But now there was no sound... just the rustling of the vines and the slick, wet sound of tight, rhythmic fucking. A white light burned behind her eyes as orgasm after orgasm exploded through her body. The bulb inside her burst open, sending waves of wild tingling through every nerve as it flowered. Slowly, it withdrew, leaving a trail of sticky nectar. As it eased out of her body, she shuddered with a series of small aftershocks. The bulb had opened into an enormous, dark red flower, and in a daze, she stared at it as it raised itself from between her thighs and withdrew. The center of the flower seemed to hold an endless darkness, spiked with bright pistils like yellow stars. Ada lay still as the vines and roots slithered away, retracting into the ground or wrapping around the stem of the tree. She had heard strange tales of these woods, and she knew that nature had boundless resources when it came to reproduction. She knew that nature was stranger than fiction. But no one would believe this if she told them. Her clothing was gone, as was her sleeping bag, but she would manage with what was left in the neglected backpack leaning against a nearby rock. She wouldn't tell anyone... but maybe, just maybe... she would come back. After all, if a rare and beautiful plant happened to require some interesting cross-pollination... why not help preserve what could well be an endangered species? It was practically her environmentally conscious duty. Yes, she would definitely be back. Nature Girl Summer Rose Mayfield was the manager of Two Lips and Roses for the past 4 years. She worked very diligently at her job to support herself. She loved being around flowers, gardening, and above all making people smile. That summer, she felt overworked and understaffed due the high volume of demands. Her friend Iris Stanfield suggested she hire an intern to help out. "I have just the person for you Summer Rose! He is young, energetic, and needs a job . Besides, he'll help out with just about anything. Believe me, I know how hard it is to find good help." Two interviews later, Summer Rose hired Rhaine Falhs ,a 21 year old college student majoring in agriculture at the local university. He sure made an impression on the savvy businesswoman. Rhaine spoke intelligently, he was willing to work hard, and was willing to learn as much as he could. The fact that he's had the face of a fallen angel and the body of a Greek god was just a plus. At 8 am, Rhaine came to work in his uniform attire of a green polo shirt and khaki brown pants. He also brought coffee for himself and Summer Rose. "I thought this might help," he grinned as he handed her the steaming black coffee. Summer Rose was pleased at his generosity. "That was very nice of you Rhaine. I hope you're ready to pitch in today." "Yes, I went over the job description but I am here at your beck and call." Rhaine attended to endless phone calls, ran errands, helped with inventory, and worked with the other associates in the greenhouse. He was not afraid to get dirty and lend a hand to his co workers. Summer Rose could not help checking out his boyish good looks either. She could not help but get excited whenever he would brush against her rear end oh so accidentally or smile at her knowingly. So this went on for several weeks. Each week that passed by, Summer Rose was getting more and more turned on by the new help. His khaki pants fit him like a glove. She wanted to sink her teeth into his tight ass... "Ms. Mayfield? I was just wondering if you needed help outside of store hours? I mean, I have time to look into other jobs you might have for me," Rhaine looked so earnestly at her it was hard to say no. "Yes, are you any good with computers? I think I might have a glitch in the hardware." "Yeah, I minored in computer programming so that should not be a problem." So that evening, Rhaine showed up to her condo dressed in a black oxford shirt with dark blue jeans. He had light blonde hair with eyes as blue as the summer sky. Summer Rose could not help but appreciate the cologne he wore. She made sure she looked good that evening. Rhaine was surprised to see her in a royal blue tank top with a short white mini skirt. Her curly red hair was fastened on top of her head with spiraling copper red curls lingering over her heart shaped face. Summer Rose had large bright green eyes that really popped with the black mascara and eye liner she wore. All in all, she was a real stunner with an hour glass figure that pin up models would have killed for. Rhaine could not believe his eyes. He was in his boss's bedroom trying very hard to concentrate on her stupid computer. Truth is, he had little knowledge about computers. He spent one class in computer programming and that was all. Summer Rose went to the kitchen to fix a snack for the both of them. When she came back Rhaine was concentrating hard on her computer. Truth is, there was nothing really wrong with her computer. She just wanted him over for dinner or otherwise be dinner. When she was pulling out the beer bottles, Rhaine cleared his throat behind her. "Yes Rhaine?" "It's a bit warm in that room. I was wondering if we could just hang outside before I got started?" "Yeah we can go out in the back. I have a garden that was the feature cover of Better Homes and Garden." "Wow, I'm impressed. You do a lot of dirty work in your spare time too." "Yup, that's me, a very dirty nature girl." "My kinda woman." The two headed out to the back porch where they took in the grand view of a sprawling garden with roses, irises, tulips, calla lilies, and much more. It was all neatly arranged with clean hedges. A small water lily pond was manually excavated in the center of the garden with large round rocks circling the parameter. Dragon flies buzzed by. It was truly a breathtaking view. Rhaine could not believe his eyes "You did this by yourself?" "No, I had a lot of labor workers to help but the idea was all mine." "I love nature." "Yes, I find nature to be very erotic and sensual" "I quite agree." The two were lost in similar steamy thoughts. Summer Rose broke off the awkward pause. "So you wanna help me water the plants?" "Sure, they look thirsty today." Rhaine took the garden hose and gently sprayed Summer Rose's myriad mix of flowers. He accidentally turned to Summer Rose when she was talking to him and sprayed her full blast in the chest. Rhaine's eyes popped out of his head. He could not believe he just did that! His boss of all people. And not just any boss, a very hot and dirty boss as well. "Ms. Mayfield, I'm so sorry, I had no idea--"Rhaine stuttered in disbelief. He could not stop staring. Her thin tank top was now plastered to her ample tits. It showed off her naturally perfect round shape. Summer Rose was feeling very calm, maybe a little too calm. Something in her suddenly snapped as though she could not control herself. The feeling of cold water running down her warm body was making her very horny. She grabbed the hose and started spraying him. "You look very hot Rhaine, I'm just cooling you off." Summer Rose winked at him. Rhaine grinned. He took off his shirt. He was feeling very mischievous as well. "Well then, in that case, make sure you get every inch of me," Rhaine turned around so she could spray him down. He took off his shorts as well. Summer Rose gaped at his almost nude body. His golden tan was beckoning her to touch him. She looked down and saw the sizable package he was sporting in his shorts. He definitely had a hard on, which was great because she was in the mood to be screwed mindlessly. Before she could react, Rhaine snatched her hose and sprayed her again but this time all over her abs and legs and back. "Hey! That's mine!" "I think I missed a spot. Your turn, take it all off," Summer Rose picked up her wet tank top and slowly raised it over her head, then she pulled down her short white skirt to the ground. Rhaine threw the hose away and squeezed her naked aroused tits. He rubbed her nipples, pulled them none too gently, and slowly bent his head to lick one. He sucked hard at her tits, massaging, kneading with his rough palms arousing Summer Rose to alarming levels. She pulled down her panties, ran her fingers along her pussy lips, and began rubbing her clit. Rhaine continued playing with her voluptuous body that made for fucking. He could licked his way down her stomach. Quickly, he spread her legs, and ran his hot tongue against her clit. He brushed his face against her warm wetness, tasting her juices, making her squeal in delight. Summer Rose pushed his face against her pussy even harder. He was making her so hot so soon! Rhaine inserted two fingers inside her while still sucking in rhythmic circles against her sweet spot. "Oooo God, don't stop!" she pleaded helplessly as Rhaine's hungry tongue lapped at her juices. "You taste delicious...so sweet.. can't get enough" Rhaine continued his onslaught against her quivering tight flesh. He then got up, turned Summer Rose around and had her on all fours. He got up behind her, and aimed his hard 8 in cock inside her. He easily slid in, she gyrated against him, pushing her ass back and forth against his pelvis. Rhaine closed his eyes, he spanked her cheeks as he fucked her from behind. Summer Rose could not stop moaning out loud, begging him to keep fucking her tight pussy. "Damn it Rhaine, fuck me harder!," she screamed out loud as he complied eagerly. "Woman, you're so fucking hot," Rhaine closed his eyes as her pussy squeezed his cock tightly. Rhaine grabbed her hips and pummeled his cock inside back and forth rapidly. He reached under and squeezed her nipples hard. Summer Rose felt her juices running down her thighs as Rhaine kept sliding deeply inside her. "Yessss... fuuuck me...Oh god.. I'm cumming!..." Rhaine switched positions and turned her on her back. He lifted her legs up as he continued to move furiously inside her. He felt her tighten around his cock making him see stars. He pulled out before he came on the ground. They both collapsed on the thick green grass. Summer Rose spoke first. "I have a lot of work for you to do at the store tomorrow. Don't try anything funny,"SummerRose warned. "Of course not Ms. Mayfield. I'm always on my best behavior," Rhaine winked conspiratorially.