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Lost in the Wood

By: Ashson



Cynthia swore, loud and long. She was furious and somewhat disgusted with herself. She knew better than to wander off the trail, but the chance for the photos of some fawns had been just too enticing.

She still couldn't understand how she'd lost track of where the trail was. She'd left it going downhill and to the right. All she'd had to do to get back to it was go back uphill to the left. And when she'd done so there was no trail there.

Then she'd compounded the error by going further, thinking she just hadn't gone far enough. 

Standing at what was a really nice spot for a scenic lookout Cynthia conceded that there wasn't a trail in sight. What the hell did she do now? She considered the situation.

Good points were that she was expected back at the camp site in a little while and when she didn't arrive the alarm would be raised. Maybe not immediately, but it would be raised. She had a couple of snacks in her pocket so she wouldn't go hungry. Well, not too hungry.

Bad points were that she didn't know how long she'd be out there and her water bottle was empty. You could get awfully thirsty on a hot summer afternoon.

Cynthia remembered seeing a little creek back aways. If she listened hard she fancied she could hear the water tumbling along. There had been an open area next to the creek. Her best bet would be to return to that open area, sit tight and wait.

Backtracking carefully, Cynthia located the creek, but found the open area was missing. Just how lost was she getting, she wondered. She decided to follow the creek a hundred yards downstream and if she didn't find the open area she'd reverse and follow it upstream.

Fifteen minutes later, moving upstream and swearing steadily, Cynthia found the open area. She took some time to refill her water bottle and then say down to wait.

Cynthia sat and waited. Waited and sat. Every so often she'd relieve her tedium by shouting loudly for help. Silence was her reward. She sat some more and waited some more. 

Twilight was closing around her and Cynthia was resigned to the fact that she'd be staying on the mountain overnight. She was quite sure that a search party was out as she'd heard a helicopter buzzing around, but it hadn't passed over her clearing. Unless there were other strays out in the woods then it seemed reasonable that it was her they were looking for. When it got dark, she decided, she fire off a few flashes from her camera. It might show someone where to look.

As darkness stirred and gathered around her Cynthia relieved her feeling with a few loud yells. She often wondered if changing her shout from help to a certain other four letter word was what let her be heard.

In the distance she heard an answering shout, although it was a bit politer that the one she'd just called. Cynthia called again, but this time had the sense to shout creek and clearing in the hope that this would give some indication of where she was.

For the next fifteen minutes Cynthia heard regular calls which she promptly answered. The last call seemed close and she was able to spot a light in the trees, approaching her. A couple of minutes later a man came strolling into her clearing.

After confirming her identity (it would be a shame to rescue the wrong person) he reached for his radio. The general search was called off and the stranger turned to Cynthia.

"Well, everyone who can is now heading for home. A couple of the searchers will meet us here. We'll set up camp, feed you and stay here for the night. Safer and easier on you than trying to have you hike out in the dark. Oh, I'm Johnny, by the way."

Cynthia expressed her appreciation of their efforts, apologising for being a nuisance. Johnny waved away her explanations.

"These things happen," he said, "even to the best of us."

Over the next half hour two more searchers arrived at their little camp, being introduced as Andy and Billy. By this time Johnny had cleared a fire site and built a small fire. Unfolding a small folding kettle he'd filled it with water and boiled it, tossing in some coffee. 

The four of them enjoyed their coffee, along with some energy bars that the searchers had been carrying.

After they'd had their coffee the three men put out the fire and extracted ground sheets from them backpacks. Cynthia watched as they spread them around, Andy and Billy to one side of the fire site and Johnny on the other.

The moon had come up and it was full. Cynthia was surprised at just how bright it seemed, and with her eyes having adjusted to the dim light she could see around the camp site quite clearly. Johnny, she noticed, had produced a second ground sheet, presumably for her.

Sure enough, Johnny indicated that she should lie on one of the sheets. Watching the men settled down onto their own sheets, Cynthia noticed Billy nudging Andy and sniggering.

"What's the joke?" she asked Johnny as she settled onto the groundsheet, speaking quietly.

"Just ignore him," Johnny told her. "He always gets the giggles when it's time for the lucky searcher to screw the little lost lamb."

"Uh, say what?" asked Cynthia, confused. Just what had he meant by that?

"It's a local custom," Johnny said. "The searcher who finds a stray lamb, you in this case, gets to sleep with her. Ignore them. It'll be fun. You'll find it's amazing making love on the mountain under a moonlit sky."

"Uh, Johnny, it's very nice of you to ask me, but it's just not on. I don't even know you."

"Uh, Cynthia, it's very much on. I wasn't exactly asking. More letting you know what's going to happen. 

Um, by the way, if you're thinking of screaming for help, Andy and Billy would be over here like a shot to help, but they'd help me, not you. And for a reward they'd expect a turn. 

You don't want that, do you?"

Cynthia looked at him in shock.

"Are you seriously telling me that you're going to have sex with me whether I like it or not and if I scream or struggle those two oafs will come over and help you?"

"No, no. You misunderstand. You're allowed to struggle, because you won't win. It's just that it's not smart to scream for help as the boys might misunderstand.

Um, are you going to cooperate and get undressed for me?"

"No, I'm not, and if you try anything I'll fight," snapped Cynthia.

"Oh, good," murmured Johnny. "I find a nice wrestle beforehand really gets the heart pumping. We'll have a fine time."

Cynthia started to roll over, preparatory to getting to her feet and ducking into the trees. Too late she found as Johnny had already moved, twisting over and catching her arm.

A jerk and a lunge and he had her pinned to the ground. A hand was at her waist, working on the fastening on her shorts. She swore softly, trying to hit him, and swore louder when he caught her hands and pinned them easily above her head.

She struggled, trying to wriggle out from under him as he pushed at her shorts with one hand, steadily edging them down. Once past her hips they moved easily, being pushed rapidly below her knees. To her fury Johnny then released her arms, thus letting him reach down and finish remove her shorts. Panties too, she noticed, cursing him some more.

Pounding on his back achieved nothing she noticed. She might not even have been trying, he was paying her struggles so little heed.

With Cynthia's shorts and panties gone, Johnny turned his attention to her top. Catching her arms, he again held them out of the way while he undid the buttons on her shirt. With that done he calmly pulled it up along her arms, releasing them at the last moment to remove it completely. Twisting Cynthia onto her side he reached around and unclipped her bra.

Cynthia found herself lying naked, arms again pinned above her head with Johnny looming over her. She glared at as she saw him unbuckling his trousers, saying something rude when he pushed them down and off.

Determined not to yield, Cynthia lay there, rigid, legs clasped firmly together. Johnny was looking down at her, his face hidden by the night. He settled down on her, leaning his weight along her, holding her firmly to the ground. She could feel the length of one leg pressing between hers, not trying to force her but holding a steady pressure against her. 

Cynthia was puzzled. Johnny wasn't trying to force her legs apart. He was just lying there, heavy, but not rough. The most he was doing in regard to assaulting her was playing with her breasts, which she had to admit he did quite well.

Cynthia writhed slightly, trying to move away from that gently stroking hand that was doing such pleasant things to her breasts. Her breasts were feeling tight and swollen and her nipples were peaked, sending agitated little signals to her when he teased her.

And all the time she could feel his leg, pressing between hers, urging them to part.

The scenario remained unchanged for a while, apart from Cynthia's fury increasing at the way Johnny kept teasing her breasts. Then Cynthia noticed that she had a problem. To her shock she found that her legs were trembling slightly and starting to move apart.

She tried, pressing her legs together harder, but she found the more she tried the weaker they seemed to get. She was totally unable to stop them parting, letting Johnny's leg ease between them. She swore softly as she felt his hand slide down and take possession of her. She'd finally got her wish; he was leaving her breasts alone for a while.

Johnny stroked and massaged, squeezed and made little probes between her lips. Cynthia wriggled and muttered rude things, but could do nothing to stop the wandering hand. To her intense irritation, Johnny reached around with his other leg, dragging her legs even further apart.

Now she found he was neatly settled between her thighs, his erection pressing against her stomach while his hand massaged her mound.

"Time to get down to it, sweetheart," Johnny murmured, reaching down to position his cock against her slit.

Cynthia tried to twist away but a casual push moved the head of his cock in past her lips. She was hot and wet, her pussy nicely stimulated by the attentions paid to her breasts and mound. Johnny paused, his cock only just engaged with her.

Cynthia found Johnny moving her arms to either side, holding them wide. Then the pressure started down below as he started leaning into her.

She did her best. She twisted under him, trying to pull away. She wriggled, she tried to clench her muscles together, every little trick she could think of to slow his entry. And bit by bit, her efforts were rendered useless as Johnny came just that little bit further into her.

Johnny made his final entry with a last sudden push, leaving Cynthia gasping and pinned.

"I win," he murmured. He drew slowly back and sank back down onto her.

"Very nice," he told her, doing it again.

"Are you going to fight anymore?" he enquired, giving yet another slow gentle thrust deep into her. 

Cynthia didn't deign to answer, turning her head so as not to look at him, while biting her lip to stop herself groaning with pleasure as he once more drove down into her.

Johnny released Cynthia's arms, freeing his hand for the pleasanter task of teasing her breasts. Cynthia promptly pounded her fists down onto his back, and cursed herself when she found her hands flattening and holding him. 

She cursed them both when she found her hips lifting helplessly to meet him as he plunged into her yet again, then she gave a mental shrug. She'd reached a 'what the hell' point, and yielded.

Johnny came sliding down again and Cynthia's legs arched up and locked around him. From that point it was game on. Johnny drove home and Cynthia rose to meet him. Slowly, but surely, Johnny moved faster and harder. Just as surely Cynthia matched his every move.

They might as well have been old partners, each knowing instinctively what the other wanted. They came together fiercely, a joyful meeting of bodies that relished the activity.

Harder and harder Johnny pounded into Cynthia, and she clutched him tightly to her, grinding herself against him, happily accepting his dominance, knowing she'd win in the end.

Johnny was breathing hard, knowing he was in the final stretch. Cynthia seemed tireless under him, but he could feel the tension in her arms and legs as she clung to him. Gasping, he faltered for a second, then drove in for his final surge.

Cynthia heard Johnny groan at the same time as she felt the hot splash within her. Her legs kicked free and a hand went to her mouth to stifle her scream as she felt herself coming apart under Johnny's relentless pounding. Everything was feeling and feeling was everything as she rode her climax under Johnny's pounding, conscious of nothing but the feeling of release.

Cynthia slowly came back to life. Johnny was still lying across her, his cock still imbedded in her. She was slightly surprised. She'd have thought that after his efforts he'd have pulled out and gone to sleep.

For a few moments she relaxed, enjoying the feel of him in her, holding her. Then she sighed and pushed at his chest, twisting slightly to encourage him to withdraw.

She gulped as she felt Johnny stir, swelling inside her. It took only moments, moments which seemed to last forever, and Cynthia could feel him huge and hard inside her, filling her.

"You know," Johnny said, "my personal best has been four times in one night. I've always thought personal best is a target that should be surpassed, don't you?"

Lost In The Woods



The wind was definitely picking up. Just my luck. I had just wanted to take a walk, since the house was getting a little much for me. You see, every year for summer vacation, my parents will drag me and my little brothers to this hole of a town. The town had like only 300 residents, and from what I had seen, none of them were anywhere below the age of 35.

So that afternoon I just had to get out of the house. My parents had disappeared into their bedroom shortly after breakfast and I refuse to think about what kind of stuff they were up to! Tim and Jonathan were fishing in the lake in front of the house, so I'm left alone. I've never explored the woods surrounding the lake before, so I just skirted the edges and decided to explore deeper. That was when I realised that all the trees looked alike and I could not hear anything except insects buzzing and the cracking or dry twigs under my sandaled feet. 

My short summer dress was sticking to my body, and I pulled my long black hair up into a bun. People always told me that I was exotic looking, since my grandma was Thai. I have these large, slightly titled green eyes and my skin is tanned. I like to think that I have a good figure, since I'm a dancer. I remembered my ex-boyfriend, who used to have an erection every time I looked at his crotch. The memory made my belly flip slightly. I'm still a virgin, but lately my fingers are not satisfying me like they used to. I just turned 18 last month, and I knew I was ready to have sex. But I just had not met the right guy.

I decided to rest against a tree. I was now officially lost. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress and wiped the mist of sweat in between my thighs with my dress. The wind felt good on my bare legs, but the rumble of thunder ahead warned me that a summer downpour was up on God's cards. That was when I saw the two guys. 

They were tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired and gorgeous. One of them was wearing a flannel shirt and skin-tight blue jeans. His face was chiselled, piercing sky-blue eyes and lips just asking to be kissed. The other guy was exactly identical in features, but he had on a white t-shirt and black jeans. I pulled my dress down, and stood up straight. The guys saw me and smiled.

"Whatcha doing out here? It's about to rain," The flannel guy asked when they were about two feet away from me. I was close enough to see that they were identical twins, and they were about 19. I decided to slap on the damsel in distress thing real thick. 

"I got kinda lost. Stupid huh? Would you guys help me?"

"Sure thing, babe. I'm Jared, and my bro here is Gerard," the one in flannel told me. 

"I'm Delia," I told them. They walked in front of me and we moved in silence, even though the guys did exchange glances now and then. It seemed to me that we were walking deeper into the woods, and drops of rain were penetrating the canopy of the trees. I was busy ogling that their pinch-worthy butts when they stopped suddenly.

"Urm, is something wrong?" I asked. The twins just shared another look. Jared then moved in front of me while Gerard moved to the back. 

"You know, Delia. My bro and I like to do stuff together. We both attend the same college, run track, go hiking. But you know what we love to do most? We love to share stuff. Especially girls."

I knew what was up, and I couldn't believe my luck. But I decided to play dumb.

"What are you talking about, Jared?" 

I felt Gerard press his body against my back and his hands snake around my small waist. The feel of his erection against the curve of my ass made me catch my breath. Jared moved closer to me and kissed me full on the lips. The boy can really kiss! His tongue skilfully flicked the roof of my mouth and massaged my tongue. As he kissed me, Jared's hands move down my chest and start to unbutton my dress. While he did that, Gerard ran his hands down the sides of my thigh and up the insides. Four hands were exploring my body, and the feeling was so good that I whimpered against Jared's mouth. 

He broke the kiss and unclasps my strapless bra. The bra falls to the wet ground and my panties followed. In between these two hunks, I only had on my open, wet summer dress. The rain was really pouring now, and the three of us were soaked. Gerard leaned against a tree and started rubbing my nipples. Jared took off his top and I nearly sighed as I saw the bod he had. The guy was built! He then knelt in front of me and with Gerard's help, lifted me so that my knees hooked on his shoulders. He was breathing against my pussy and his tongue begins to lick my clit. 

I cried out at that first touch. A tongue felt so different from a finger! And Jared knew what he was doing. He lapped me up in slow circles, centring on my clit. Gerard's hands were all over my body, causing me to whimper. The guys explored every inch of me, and I could see Jared's mouth glistening with my juice and the rain. I was lost in the sensation when I felt Jared stick his tongue in my cunt. I thrust my pussy against his face, and he drove his tongue in deeper. Gerard then moves his thumb down and starts rubbing my clit. I came with a scream. 

After I calmed down a bit, Jared stood up and unzipped his jeans. He was wearing no underwear and his dick was a good 8 inches. My wet pussy throbbed at the sight. I looked behind at Gerard and was greeted with the same picture. It's like double vision. They propped me up against the tree and start to take one breast into their mouth. I held both heads to my chest, moaning as their tongue swirl my areola and their teeth nipped at my painfully erect nipples. Their fingers found their way to my drenched pussy and they took turns fingering my cunt and clit. 

When I felt sure that I was going to come again, they abruptly stopped. Gerard then lay down on the wet ground. I stood with my shaking legs in between his hips. I went down on my knees and start to lower myself on his dick. 

It felt enormous! I cried out as my hymen gave way. Gerard grunted as I took his whole dick inside my tight pussy. I rode him slow and deep. I was wondering about Jared when I felt him peel away my dress. He pushed my upper body so that my hands were on Gerard's hard, flat stomach. Jared then cracked open my ass cheeks and begin licking the opening of my ass hole. It felt so electric that I stopped riding Gerard. 

Jared stopped licking and I felt his body heat against my ass. I braced myself as I felt his dick enter my asshole. It hurt so bad, but Jared took it slow. After a while, I caught his rhythm and the pain gave way to sinful pleasure. I begin riding Gerard again in time with Jared's thrusts. We were in that position for a long time, all the time going faster and harder. I had two 8-inch dicks inside me, and the feeling was incredible. The twins' grunts were mixed with my loud moans. Gerard bent forward and took a breast in his mouth and Jared reached around to rub my clit. My moans became louder and I came with a massive orgasm. My tightening pussy and asshole must have been too much for the guys. They spew hot cum inside me as I shuddered from my orgasm. White cum form two different dicks ran out of my pussy and asshole. 

All of us collapsed on the forest floor and our juices mixed with rainwater seep into the wet ground under us. This was exactly how I wanted to pop my cherry.



Lost in the Woods



Author's Note: This is darker than anything I've written before - call it catharsis, if you will.

It was a blazing hot 4th of July and there was so way that either of us were ready to face the stifling heat in our tent. Betty and I were pretty full of ourselves that summer, 19 and 18 respectively and determined to be women of the world. We'd set off on that post-graduation (mine) camping trip with the full intention of showing the world and ourselves what liberated, take-the-world-by-its-balls women we were.

So far, from that point of view, the trip was a bust.

Don't get me wrong, best friends for years; we'd been having a wonderful time. But our unspoken goal of meeting guys and losing it with someone really incredibly wasn't making any progress. Looking back it's easy to see how naïve and foolish we were, but at the time, we knew it all.

That was why that evening as we hiked through the national park we were laughing and talking loudly as we shared our Southern Comfort. The camp was full, but the primitive sites were secluded so we weren't worried about disturbing anyone. We walked arm in arm, comfortable in our close friendship.

"Hey there girls... want to party?"

We heard it after we'd passed the campsite – barely even noticing that it was there. Stopping, Betty and I looked at each other and began to giggle.

"Probably a coupla ol' fart red necks," she whispered to me and I laughed uproariously at her comment. Amazing what a pint of bourbon can do on an empty stomach.

"What should we do?" I whispered back to her. At 19 and with one year of college already under her belt, I looked to Betty as the older and wiser of our pair. Besides – she'd lost her virginity way back in high school. I was positively retarded next to her.

She tugged at my hand; drawing me back towards the campsite we'd passed. "Let's at least get a good look at who's there!"

My heart raced as I stumbled after her. Peaking around the edge of a boulder, we spotted the campers who called us. Unbelievably there, sitting at the wooden picnic table were two gorgeous young guys. We looked at one another in disbelief and then Betty spoke up.

"Did you guys call us?"

The taller one of the two stood up and gestured at us. He had a full beard and moustache – just Betty's type and waved us towards him. "We did indeed – come share our wine."

I knew the accent in an instant. French Canadian! I was hooked. I was quite the linguist as a high school student – fluent in French and able to hold my own quite nicely in Spanish too. I'd planned to major in both languages in college. What a cool opportunity to be with some really hot guys – and practice my skills as well! Betty didn't have to tug twice to get me to follow her into the campsite.

She sat down immediately next to the tall bearded guy, which left me to sit on the other side of the table next to his quieter dark haired companion. Nervous and excited, I immediately started babbling to them in French, which made them laugh. I blushed and they reassured me that I was very good and filled a cup with the red wine they'd been drinking... I gulped it down and saw it refilled immediately.

We were drunk already, Betty and I, and full of a determination to show them how mature and worldly we were, neither of us resisted when first her guy and then mine slipped arms around our shoulders and began kissing us. My head spun and I was sure it was with passion and not cheap red wine as only an 18-year-old girl can think.

Conversation evaporated into the humid night air as we began seriously making out with our two international lovers. They'd never lit a lantern as the sun went down and I couldn't even see Betty on the other side of the table. I could hear her though – obviously enjoying herself with her bearded hunk.

What's wrong with me? I thought. The guy's hands were on my full young breasts, kneading them harshly. It was the furthest I'd ever gone as I felt him untie my halter and slide his fingers underneath, squeezing my bare skin and tweaking my tender your nipples. Maybe I'm too drunk, I thought. That had to be it, because it wasn't feeling anything like what I had expected it too. I'd gotten more aroused from reading a steamy romance novel than from the feel of this strangers hand on my own flesh.

I gasped as his hand traveled down my belly, muscles convulsing instinctively at the touch. His mouth descended on mine again, filling me with the taste of cigarettes and wine and whatever the hell it was he'd had for dinner. Some shred of reason stirred within me and I started to push against him, trying to give him the idea that I wasn't into this as much as he was when his head slid into my hip hugger jeans and under my bikini panties.

Up to that point in time, (and not counting diapering which no one remembers anyway), no one's hand other than my own had come in contact with my pussy. To my shock and surprise, I realized that I was wet down there – and that he was feeling it too. I didn't know what to think. Was I more aroused than I'd thought? What would he think when he felt how hot and slick I was? Did I like it?

He didn't give me a chance to think, as his thick finger began to slide back and forth in my slit while his tongue plunged repeatedly deep into my mouth. Somewhere in my brain I realized that Betty was no longer sitting on the other side of the table and I wondered bizarrely if she'd gone off and left me. The situation was getting way beyond my control and my friend was nowhere around to rescue me.

Not that she would have. We'd talked up such a storm over the years that I'm sure she thought this was just what I wanted – anonymous, unattached sex. With rising panic, I realized, perhaps for the first time in my life, that it wasn't. Not at all.

While in the turmoil of these thoughts, I felt him pick me up in his arms and begin to carry me away with him. I struggled and managed to regain my feet for a moment only to have them collapse under me. I'd had way too much to drink and my legs had turned as much traitor to me as my best friend had. I heard his hoarse laughter as he swung me easily into his arms once more and carried me into his tent, tossing me onto his sleeping bag.

I tried to sit up, but my damn head wouldn't stop spinning... He shoved my halter over my head and his mouth descended onto my young breasts, sucking hard on them. I kept trying to tell him that I didn't want this – ridiculously in French of all things – but either I was saying it wrong or it didn't matter to him because he never faltered for a moment. He'd somehow already taken off all of his clothing and lying down on his back, forced my head down towards his crotch.

I'd never seen a man's penis let alone taken one in my mouth before, but he shoved my face into it, repeatedly. When I tried to protest, I found myself filled with his organ, pumping deeply into my mouth. I was gagging and sputtering. Later, I'd wonder why I hadn't just bitten off a few inches. I still can't answer that question.

Between the wine and the lock of air, I was beginning to pass out; the world was swimming in front of my eyes. Or maybe I just wanted to block it all out. How could this be happening to me? This wasn't the way it was supposed to be...

Perhaps I did become momentarily unconscious because the next thing of which I was fully aware was his weight on top of me. He held my arms over my head, pinning them down in one hand while with his other he was guiding his cock between my legs. I began to thrash furiously and cry out when his other hand clamped down over my mouth.

"Tais-toi, cheri," he whispered. "Tu vas l'aimer..."

My eyes were wide with terror – absolutely certain that I was NOT going to like this – when I felt him shove his thing hard up into me. I screamed behind his hand, sounding little more than a moan as I felt like I was being ripped in two, torn completely apart inside of me. Tears began to spill down my cheeks, so convinced was I that some serious damage had been done to my innocent body as he continued to pump himself hard into me. Oh God, please let me live through this, I silently prayed.

Suddenly he went completely still and grunted several times before going limp for a moment on top of me. I heard Betty's voice outside of the tent, calling my name and he rolled off of me, tossing my halter back to me.

"Voila, cheri...et merci bien..." he sneered at me as I scrambled to get dressed and out of that tent, rank with his smell and the odor of what we'd done.

Betty was laughing a placing a playful kiss on the lips of her bearded friend before coming over to me and wrapping an arm around my waist. She squeezed me lovingly.

"Wasn't that great?" she whispered as we walked off, not noticing my state or how much I was relying on her arm. She went on to gush about her experience with Mr. Bearded Wonder as my mind reeled. Insanely, I decided not to tell her what had really happened, as if in doing so I would lose face in front of my worldly friend. She'd finished her tale by the time we got back to our tent and I just pretended to be too drunk to talk, crashing onto my sleeping bag and rolling over with my back towards her.

Silent tears rolled down my cheeks as I fell asleep, nursing my wounded body and spirit in a tiny cocoon of teenage girl. 



Lost in the Woods



I stumbled through the fog that covered everything. I stopped and listened. Nothing. I had lost my pursuers. I felt relief, but I was also alone and lost. I was 20 years old. My family had been killed. My heritage was gone. Now I had lost even my horse to those thieves. I pulled what was left of my torn dress over my exposed breast and sank down onto the damp leaves to catch my breath and think.

I am a good fighter, even if I am a woman. My father and my brothers had trained me as a warrior since the age of 7. My mother died of fever when I was 8, and even if I remember her well, I grew up without her. We were nobles, but no one was safe from the marauding barbarians who attacked castles like ours to seize booty and frighten everyone from the land. When they attacked our castle ten days ago, I had fought alongside my father and my brothers. But our castle had been burned, and. I alone survived. When my younger brother was killed right beside me, I slashed his killer across the neck and fled. I swore I would fight them another day.

I hid in the woods for two days, found one of our horses that had not been rounded up and herded away.

I had entered these woods after a long journey from the North. 

After hours without water or food I was beginning to lose my strength, and I was no match for the three drunken thieves I came upon. They grabbed my horse and my arm before I could hoist my sword. They pulled me to the ground and tore at my dress, exposing my breasts, touching them with dirty hands. I was frightened, of course, but my mind registered the events coldly: I just wanted to find the right moment to fight them. No matter how hard I kicked and squirmed, two of them forcefully held me down while one began unfastening his pants. Then, that terrible filthy man straddled my leg and ordered me to look at him. "I will punish you with this!" he groaned while his huge, throbbing member was pointing at me.

It was too much. As he kneeled and reached to push my legs apart, my anger exploded and with all the strength I could summon I managed to lift my knee, hitting him on his testicles. The maniac fell right against his comrades who had been too concentrated on my breasts until the last second to react. The three of them fell to the ground, and I ran as fast as I could. I did not have time to panic. 

They began running after me, but they were drunk and I was too fast. They lost track after a short while and I entered the brush with a smile of relief.

In the quite of the fog, as the light was fading and chill was settling in, I shuddered and looked around. I had to survive the night. I sat on a cold stone covered with musk and fell asleep immediately.

I woke up a few moments later with a start. I had a sense of being watched...why? I turned around and I realized I was not alone.

A man in his mid-thirties was staring at me; his horse was probably nearby because I could hear it. He was strong, his dark hair cut short, he was muscular built and wore leather armour with a black robe. He had a sword with him, and I gulped down my fear, not knowing what to expect. Then, I met his dark and golden shaded eyes...my heart missed a beat. He saw me sleeping, I thought, and I instinctively covered my breasts with my hands, embarrassed.

He had a beautiful face -- a long elegant nose, sensual lips, and chiselled features. "Have you been here for long, young lady?" he asked me, his tone steady yet deep and serious. 

I tried to catch my breath and calm down. "Well...I...no, not for long."

His eyes looked at my breasts, and he moved closer. "Did someone hurt you?"

I took a deep breath and decided to speak.

"My Lord, I had just left my town when I opted for a protected travel across the forest, and I bumped into a bunch of thieves. They stole my horse, everything I brought for my journey. That's why you see me in such a state...but they didn't have the time to..." I blushed. "I managed to fight and eventually saved myself." I paused. "I am Caroline of Peverell...." He stopped me. "This forest is wicked, especially for pretty young ladies like you. You shouldn't have decided to enter it." It was patronizing, but I simply nodded. "My name is Guillaume Deschamps. I wish to do you no harm. I live near this forest. We need to get you out of here as soon as we can." We locked eyes again; I felt a positive feeling comforting my soul as well as my tired body.

We approached his horse, a strong, proud black animal. I caressed the horse's nose. "Here, let me help you." I felt a jolt of electricity running up my spine as he lifted me up... "Gothard is not an easy ride. You'd better put your arms around my waist, like this," he suggested, reaching back and pulling an arm around him. I felt so silly: here I was, lost in the woods and above all, I was feeling attracted to this stranger.

We trotted, my breasts brushing against his leather-covered body, my arms around his waist. I felt warm. We remained silent for a while, then I decided to break the silence.

"I see from your sword that you must be of noble's heritage, and a soldier." I said. 

"Yes, but not any more," he replied. "My life is simple and quieter now."

"My brother was a soldier as well. But...he died. I am my family's sole survivor. The barbarians destroyed our castle after we fought against them." I tried to use a steady tone, but I am sure he felt me tremble all over...he squeezed my arms. 

"I am sorry. It must be an unbearable loss." His voice was polite. I put my head on his back. He did not protest. Maybe he thought I fell asleep.

The horse increased its pace and I stiffened, my breasts pressed against his back, caressing them. I suffocated a small moan. Was he feeling my hard nipples pointing out?

"Stop" he ordered. We were in a large field surrounded by willow trees. A stone cottage was in front of us. 

"Such a beautiful place, so peaceful," I said. 

He glanced over his shoulder. "Yes, I like loneliness."

He climbed off the horse and offered his hand. I let it wrap mine and I felt a rush again as he put his other hand on my waist and helped me down.

"Welcome to my cottage. Carolina," he said with kind smile, awkwardly dropped my hand. 

My name, pronounced from his lips with a low voice worked its magic on me...I shyly smiled, realizing that my skin was tingling, my heart was racing and I couldn't cope all this sensation without being noticed. He opened the wooden door and we went inside.

The first room was a small salon. It had a stone wall and simple wooden furniture, except for a leather sofa that was placed strategically in front of a big fireplace. A place to recover and heal heart scars, forgetting Evil on Earth.

Lace curtains hung at the small square windows. A woman's touch? My stomach twisted. "It's a really nice place to live," I softly said as I looked around. 

"For luck, I left the fire on. Please, sit and warm yourself, you must be freezing."

He went to a table, poured a glass of red wine for me and another for himself, and offered some bread. I ate silently while he adjusted the fire.

"You must have a bad opinion of this impulsive lost woman." I said. I dropped my eyes from his.

"You've been strong and full of courage, Lady Caroline; a female warrior deserves all my admiration. I just know that women end up badly in this forest...believe me, for I learnt it too well."

"Why?" the question came out of my mouth before I could stop it. I turned to see his resigned, angry expression.

"You see, I'm alone now. But I wasn't before."

He paused and I asked, "Were you married?"

He nodded. "She was riding her horse alone in this forest, just like you, and she died exactly where I found you. She was a warrior like you. After her death, I changed my life completely." He stared at the flames in the fireplace.

I wanted to ask him if he found the killers who tool his wife's life, but I didn't want to be too indiscrete. "I'm sorry." I whispered. I instinctively put my hand on his again. God, I wished to cure his soul.

"Caroline...."

His eyes looked at mine for a moment, then wandered to my body. I held my breath. Every part of me was on edge, waiting. Stop it, I said to myself once again. You don't even know each other.

He cleared his throat and looked away, awkward again. "I set some water by the fire; it should be warm by now. I thought you'd be happy to take a bath. My wooden tub is in that corner." He stood up. "I will exit so you can have your privacy." He picked up his cloak and started to the door. 

"Guillaume," I said. He turned, his eyes so wide and dark. "Don't be too far from the house, please." 

He smiled. "I'll just be outside. There are some dresses in that drawer if you need them." He caressed me from head to toe with his wonderful eyes and left me alone.

I took the pot full of water and poured it inside the wooden tub; I mixed it together with cold water, then removed the remnants of my dress and undergarments. My right hand touched a nipple. It was hard, and I felt another rush of desire between my legs. "I wonder how it would be to lie with him," I thought. I imagined his firm stomach and strong back that I had been holding during the ride a short time ago. I lifted my leg to step into the tub, and let my left hand drift to my pubic hair and slide to the top of my slit. It was damp, as I knew it would be.

I sat down in the warm water and kept sliding down until my shoulders were almost under water. On the side of the tub was soap with a fir scent, like the trees in the forest. I slid down further until the water covered my head and my long blond hair for a few moments. It had been so many days since a bath.

I started washing myself with a piece of cloth and rubbed the mud from my hair, my face, my arms, my breasts, and my feet. As I rubbed the cloth across my breasts, my nipples were still hard. I imagined it was his hand washing me, and I pinched my nipple in pleasure. I imagined him now, without his shirt. I put my head back and savoured the moment, then I put the cloth aside and rubbed the soap down my stomach and between my legs. I was tingling now, and I pressed the soap against my sex. Then I let the soap slip from my hand and touched myself with my fingers. I imagined that he must have bathed inside this tub many times, and perhaps touched his own naked body the way I was touching mine. I imagined his cock, hard, as his hands washed it.

I knew then that I had to feel that cock inside me.

I have never done it, but I could imagine how it would be like. Being touched from his strong big hands, feeling his face pressing against my neck, and...oh, the mere thought of his body nestled into mine made me throb down there. It was time for this bath to end.

As I stood and reached for a towel, I stepped on the soap in the bottom of the tub. I shrieked as I put one hand against the wall to regain my balance. I paused a moment, then took the towel from the hook. I heard his voice as he rushed through the door. "Do you need help?" He stopped and stared.

I clutched the towel, but did not try to cover myself. Nor did he turn away.

We stared for a moment. "God. You are absolutely beautiful," he said. 

I stretched my arms toward him. Every part of my body was screaming for him. I was a virgin, but did not care. All I wanted was to be in his arms, to know what I had been imagining. "Come here, please" I whispered.

In seemed to glide to me in an instant, and embraced me. He lifted me, still wet, from the tub.

"Caroline" he sighed. My nipples touched his shirt. I pressed my hips against him and I could feel his hardness there. His lips searched for my mouth, and he caressed my back. I parted my lips and invited his tongue, and I pushed my tongue firmly under his. It was my first kiss, yes, and I did not wanted to behave like a terrified maiden. This man was a miracle.

I became wetter as he probed his tongue again and again. His right hand came up to my breasts and lifted it, then cupped it and gently pinched my nipple. He broke our kiss to move down and kiss and lick the nipple.

"Please," I whispered again. He bent over, and with his right arm under behind my knees, lifted me. 

He carried me into his bedroom. He leaned in to kiss me again as he walked. 

He tossed me on the bed. The room was lit only by a small lamp. I could feel the softness of fur blankets under my damp skin. He looked at me, then began unbuttoning his shirt. I spread my legs. I wanted him. He reached down and rubbed his hands gently up the inside of my thigh to my slit. He kept caressing my sex for a moment; I let out a small moan. He smiled, then began to remove his pants.

I could finally admire his beautiful body. My gaze wandered across his large shoulders, his chest, his abdomens, his long muscular legs and thighs...then, biting my lips and taking a deep breath, I watched his cock for the first time. It was springing from its nest of dark hair, toward me...so strong, so full of life. Totally different from the disgusting thief's member. The manhood I was observing some hours after that bad encounter did not belong to a drunken rapist, it belonged to a kind, handsome man who did not want "to punish" me. Everything in Guillaume was elegant, even his throbbing, stiff sex. At the base of it, on his left groin, I noticed a small star shaped mole.

I became bolder. I pulled him on top of me, kissing him on his golden skin and caressing his strong muscles of his back, his shoulders; I could not believe the strength of his desire. His hardness was pushing against my navel. He touched my left breast this time, then raised himself up to fondle both breasts at once. I closed my eyes and opened my legs more. His left hand went between them, traced hot lines on my thighs, then slid slowly upwards...and caressed my heat.

"Oh God, you're amazing" he moaned on my lips. "I must have you now." 

I opened my eyes and stared at him. My heart was racing. My sex was tingling, begging. I knew he could see my fear behind my yearning. I could read fire, control and respect on his face. I put my hands around his neck. He slipped a knee between my thighs. I was now completely opened, exposed. I loved it.

I felt the tip of his hardness on my labia, caressing me. Then, he found my opening and began to gently ease inside me, so delicately and insistently at the same time. His eyes held mine.

His cock found my hymen. He stopped. "Are you new to this, Caroline?" he asked, with an astonished look. 

"Yes," I said. He paused, but I pulled his face towards me and kissed him again. "Take me," I pleaded. He smiled. He pulled his cock back slightly and rubbed gently in small strokes. Then, with a firm thrust, he broke my barrier and rested inside me. I could hear him panting, tiny droplets of sweats falling from his skin onto mine. I fell stretched, full.

I put my legs around him, clenching my teeth. My pulsating inner walls got slowly used to him, thanks to his kisses. All of a sudden, I felt a wave of pleasure hit me and I nearly screamed. He thrust deeper and deeper inside me, with growing intensity, making me feel possessed yet not used.

I was being loved by his entire body, and God only knows how much I needed it.

Our lips pressed together. He wrapped his arms under me. His hard cock was buried inside me now, and he slid up my body so that the top of his cock was rubbing my clit and the top of my vagina. "Ahh, ohh God, yes," I started moaning, as his hands pulled my hips upward.

He nibbled on my neck and earlobes then devoured my mouth once again. The waves of pleasure started to encircle me, sending sparks from my throbbing channel all over my body as he rotated his hips and growled into my ear.

Then, it happened. "AAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed, both in pleasure and shock, climaxing around his cock. My whole body convulsed, yet he didn't stop. Finally he slowed his pace. As I recovered, I opened my eyes and saw him smile.

I stared back at him, lost in my aftershocks, not able to say a word while he withdrew. Why? Where was he going? He was still hard, and suddenly I was empty.

He kneeled on the bed and lifted my legs so my knees were bent and my feet pressed against his chest, and he entered me again with a quick thrust. "Ohh, yes," he said huskily. I could feel him completely now. I so wanted to touch him, but I couldn't reach him, and this made my arousal grow.

His hands were trembling as he lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. I started moaning and writhing on the bed, shaking my head from left to right. "Guillaume, ohh my God, please fuck me," I shouted. With my feet still resting on his chest and my knees bent and spread widely, he suckled on my toes while driving again and again inside my extremely wet slit, quicker, harder. I felt completely dizzy. All I could feel were his moans, my sighs and the wet slaps of our bodies.

Abruptly, he lifted me. "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered. I complied. What else did he have in mind? He pinned me against the cold wall. "Hold me tight, Caroline."

"OHH God," I sighed. I devoured his mouth and gripped his shoulders. His strokes were once again languid. I knew he didn't want it to end. Yet I felt his cock pulse and grow bigger.

"Mmm, ohhh, uhh," I moaned. His pace quickened. "I...need...you...I...need...this," he whispered with almost no breath, in rhythm with his thrust. I arched my hips. "Ohh, please, Guillaume, come inside me," I moaned back without even thinking about the possible consequences. He buried his face in my hair. "Are you sure?" "Yes, ohh yes."

I felt his finger dig into my ass as my walls sucked him with vigour. His tempo increased. "OHHH YES," he moaned. "UHHH." His cock swelled. "Caroline, OHHH!". With one last push of his hips I felt the first jolt of seed inside me. He kept thrusting, so much desire so long contained, and finally he slowed and stopped. He looked at me, and we kissed. Sweat was all over us. We lay together for a few moments.

He gently withdrew from me. "Come here, Caroline. I'm not done with you yet," he said. 

He kissed me hard, with a new sense of intimacy, now that we have become lovers. I hungrily returned the kiss. As he was leaning under to kiss my neck, his left hand found my wet pussy and he inserted one finger into my heat, then another.

I held my breath; breathtaking pleasure was rippling through my body like a stream. I moaned as his thumb brushed against my clitoris and forced his fingers deeper, my juices dripping on them. My whole body tensed, and I began to push my hips up against his thrusts. He sucked on my earlobe, then headed downward until he met my breasts. He feasted on them, biting and licking. "Oh God," I repeated over and over, moaning, shivering, as he increased the pace, his fingers thrusting inside me, the friction of his thumb making me shiver with lust.

"Ohhh, Guillaume, ohhh" I screamed, as he brought me to the edge with his experienced fingers.

"Come for me one more time, Caroline," he whispered in my ear. His words sent a huge wave of pleasure that shook me from head to toe, and I climaxed, squeezing his fingers with my throbbing walls and lifting my buttocks off the bed. 

Then I collapsed, sweaty and gasping for air, totally lost in my own sensations. Through the blur I saw him smile. 

He ran his tongue over my breasts and licked first one, then the other. He looked up, and we stared at each other. I lost myself in his blue eyes and his smile.

He moved up and kissed me, put his arms around my back and pressed himself against me. We drifted off to sleep.

(To be continued...)



Lost in the Woods



Author's note: Hi everyone. Hope you enjoy, and votes and feedback are appreciated. Happy Spring. It is spring now, right?

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"Hey, everybody! I want to tell you about a volunteer opportunity before we get started."

Willow Oakton gave a mental roll of the eyes before turning her attention to the speaker. Holly Stone was hosting the book club this month, and so she had the floor. Whenever Holly had a "volunteer opportunity" to discuss, it tended to result in everyone else volunteering while Holly supervised. 

"What is it this time, Holly?" This was from Ivy Blackwood. She slid a knowing wink to Willow. "I'm not taking abandoned dogs for walks again. Ruined my shoes." 

Willow covered her mouth to hide a grin and saw a few others doing the same. A few women gave Ivy looks of mild disapproval. 

"Okay." Holly sat with back straight, knees together and legs angled to one side, hands in her lap. Her blonde hair was twisted up and back so that not a strand escaped, the style emphasizing her high cheek bones. Willow was reminded of a prim teacher ready to lecture her students. "So you know it's Earth Day in a couple of weeks, right?" There nods around the room. "My brother's friend is a park ranger and they're looking for people to help clean up the park."

"Sounds good so far," Ivy said, and there were approving murmurs from the other book club members.

"What's the catch?" Willow almost jumped in her seat; she hadn't meant to say it out loud, but she'd learned to be cautious of Holly and these types of plans. Willow's green eyes darted around the room and she saw a few people waiting on Holly to answer.

"There's no catch, Willow." Holly gave her a baleful look before continuing. "There will be eight park rangers and they'll divide everyone into four groups. They'll take us to different areas of the park where we'll pick up litter and things like that. It'll be a two-night camping trip—an outdoor slumber party!" Holly beamed at the end of her little speech.

That generated a buzz of excitement and curiosity. Holly went on to explain how in addition to giving basic tips on keeping the park clean, the rangers would instruct everyone on camping, from how to set up tents and fires, to how to cook and properly clean up the site when finished.

"I'll pass around a form later, so put your name down if you're interested," Holly said when the voices died down. "Now, let's get to the book!"

Willow pondered the volunteer effort while they moved on to discuss the book club selection. She hadn't been interested in it—it was some depressing family story that she'd had to force herself to finish—and so didn't mind letting everyone else talk about it. She chimed in when asked a direct question, to say that although the book was well-written, it had been a relentless downer and wasn't for her. She saw Holly sniff in disdain.

Should have been more tactful since she picked the book, I guess. Willow gave a mental shrug; she hadn't liked it and didn't feel like searching for those ambiguous comments that might lead a person to think she did.

After the book discussion, Holly passed around a paper and Willow joined some others in adding her name, cell phone and email address to the list. Camping wasn't her usual idea of a weekend trip, but it could be fun to do something new, she decided. She said her good-byes, grabbed her jacket and waited for Ivy by the door.

"God, am I glad that's over." Ivy shook her curly brown hair back from her face as she got in the car. "That book was the most boring thing I'd ever read."

Willow laughed. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought so."

"The Earth Day thing sounds fun, though. I used to go camping a lot when I was younger. Mom and Dad would pile us all in the camper and off we'd go." Ivy grinned at the memories.

"Not me." Willow shook her head. "My mom's idea of roughing it is a hotel with less than four stars, and my dad can't light a match, much less a campfire." They both chuckled. "Still," Willow continued, "I figure what the hell? It's just two nights, and it could be fun." She ran a hand through wavy dark-blonde hair. "I mean, I know I'm leery about going new places, but I can't avoid it forever. I need to try new things."

"Me, too, and if one of those new things is one of the park rangers—Yum!" Ivy flashed a grin.

"Ivy, you're incorrigible."

"No, I'm insatiable."

"Okay, you can stop right there." Willow shook her head with a smile.

"Oh, come on, Willow, you think so too."

"I do?"

"Don't you know who Holly's friend is?"

"Should I?"

Ivy gave an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "Remember Clay Wilder?"

"Clay Wilder?" Willow frowned. The name was familiar but she was having a hard time matching a face to it. "I'm not sure."

"You must remember him." Ivy's voice was full of disbelief. "Come on, at the Fourth of July party Holly had last year? The guy in the blue trunks?"

"Blue—oh." Willow swallowed in a dry throat. "Oh, um. Yeah, I remember. Clay."

How could she have forgotten him? He'd been about six feet of near perfection to Willow's eyes. They'd met when Willow had tripped and knocked them both into the pool. She'd never been so embarrassed. He'd been fine, laughing about the whole thing once he'd realized it was an accident and joking that it saved him the trouble of deciding whether to go back in the water.

"I knew you would." Ivy turned onto Willow's street. "He's a hard one—ha ha—to forget."

"Mmmm." With any luck, Willow thought, Clay had forgotten all about her.

"Here you go. The flowers look great, Willow. Wish I had your touch with that. It just all says 'Spring is here! Be happy!'" Ivy looked at the trail of colorful flowers that led up to Willow's door. There were nasturtiums, petunias and hyacinths creating a bright line up to the porch. More grew in plant boxes that hung on the porch railing, and a pretty green wreath hung on the door.

"Thanks. It's fun. I can help you set some up at your place if you want, just give me a call."

"No, I have too much compassion for the flowers to subject them to me." Ivy winked. "I'll just borrow from you when I need help."

"No problem. Thanks for the ride." Willow stepped out and closed the door, then waved as Ivy pulled away.

x-x-x-x

Clay Wilder listened with forced patience as his best friend's sister, Holly, chattered on about recruiting volunteers for the Earth Day clean up. 

"Okay, Holly. Yes, sounds great. Give me a final list when you can and I'll get you a list of supplies everyone should bring. Right. Say hi to your parents and Ash for me. Bye." He put down the phone and rubbed at his face. 

"Hey, Wilder!" 

Clay turned at the sound of his name. "What?"

Adam Fossey came into the office. "What do you want for lunch?"

"A bottle of Excedrin." Clay leaned his elbows on his desk and rubbed at his temples. "My God, that woman can go on forever without taking a breath."

"Some guys would consider that an asset." 

"It would be, if she didn't talk at the same time." Clay was quiet for a moment, then looked up with a grin that made Adam suspicious. "And she's been gathering volunteers for Earth Day."

"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?" Still wary, Adam put his hat down and went over to get some coffee.

"Because you'll be hiking with women in Prada shoes, wondering where they can get a good glass of wine." He flashed a grin at his friend.

Adam groaned. "Oh, come on, man. Tell me you're kidding."

"I am, mostly. I'm exaggerating. Holly never struck me as the camping type, but I could be wrong. And she and the others are volunteering, and we'll give them lots of information. They'll know what they're getting into." Clay felt slightly cheered by his reasoning. 

"I don't know." Adam sat down and frowned at his coffee. "A lot of those do-gooder types like to think they're getting 'in touch with the earth,' you know? The reality check doesn't usually go well."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. A lot people back out of these things at the last minute, and I really don't think anyone worried about ruining their shoes would sign up in the first place." Clay sighed and got up for his own coffee, hoping the caffeine would chase the headache away. "I'll send out a list of supplies. That will weed out anyone who isn't serious."

"True, true." Adam ran a hand over close-cropped brown hair. 

"So how is it out there? All of the campers okay so far?" Clay sat down and sipped at the coffee, wincing at the strong taste.

"Oh yeah." Adam shrugged and covered a yawn. "Not many out there, and they all seem to be old hands. People who really like to camp, you know? And they're smart about it."

"That's a relief." Clay concentrated on his coffee and hoped that Holly's friends were half as smart as the campers they had in the park now.

x-x-x-x

Willow studied the list that Holly had emailed. Nothing too exotic, she thought, or expensive. All reasonable supplies for a short camping trip. Some things she probably had around the house, others she'd have to acquire, but that was all right. She was now glad that she'd picked up the hiking boots last year; she hadn't used them much, but at least she wouldn't have to lay out for a new pair.

"Okay, let's see." Willow pulled out a piece of paper. "Sleeping bag...I can borrow my brother's. And didn't he buy a tent last year? Insect repellent I'll have to buy, and suntan lotion, too. I have a water bottle...." She muttered to herself as she compared the list on the screen to her mental list of things she had on hand.

It took three rings before she heard the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Willow. It's Ivy."

"Oh, hey. How are you?"

"Good. I was just going through the supply list."

Willow laughed. "Me too. Great minds, huh?"

"Depends. Was your great mind thinking of a shopping trip?"

"For some things, sure. I think my brother may be able to lend me the rest. Do you want to try our hand at the shopping?"

"You bet." Ivy sounded determined and enthused. "And if I can get me a hunky salesman to demonstrate his, ahem, equipment, then all the better."

"Ivy!" Willow cracked up. "You're terrible."

"Insatiable," Ivy corrected. "I thought we'd covered this."

"Whatever. What say we go to Cabela's? They've got everything we could possibly need for camping. Even if we don't buy stuff there, we can probably get ideas and recommendations."

"Sounds great. I'll drive; pick you up in an hour?"

"You bet. Thanks, Ivy."

"No problem. I'll make sure to save a hunky salesman for you, too."

"Gee, thanks."

Willow shook her head but smiled as they hung up. She was glad Ivy was going; that would make the trip more fun. Her next phone call was to her brother, who did indeed have a sleeping bag and a tent that held two people, and was happy to lend them to her. He also promised to give her some tips on setting it up when she came to get it.

Pleased, Willow hung up. Maybe she and Ivy could share the tent, she thought, and then realized there was no guarantee they'd be in the same group. She wondered if there would be some sort of buddy system, and hoped so. Her one fear had nothing to do with bugs or fires or anything like that. Willow sighed as she went to get a drink.

You really should get over this, she admonished herself. You were fine. You weren't even really lost, just scared. And mom and dad found you within an hour.

Trying to push the thoughts away didn't help and her mood started to decline, so she decided to go check on her flowers before Ivy came. Working with the bright blooms always cheered her up. She forced herself to concentrate on weeding and not on how frightened she'd been when some friends had led her into the woods and left when she'd been distracted watching a family of rabbits.

By the time Ivy arrived, Willow had managed to put most of it out of her head. It was silly, she told herself. They were going to be in groups and for heaven's sake, it was an Earth Day event to clean up a park, not a survivalist weekend in the rain forest. 

"I am really looking forward to this," Ivy said as she drove. "I was kind of iffy at first—you know how Holly can be with her volunteer stuff—but I checked out the park and everything and this could be great." She grimaced. "It's a little depressing, though, to read how people litter in the park and how much trash there is. I mean, God, is it so hard to take a trash bag with you?"

"I think it should be fun," Willow said. "I haven't had a chance to just get away from everything for a long time. I know it's just a short trip but I think it will be nice to be away from the noise and all."

"They did advise taking your cell phone for emergencies, but I'm with you." Ivy nodded. "Sometimes I can't believe how I go from screen to screen all the time. You know, computer at work, iPhone on break, computer at home, then television...."

"Yeah, me too," Willow agreed. "I've been trying to make myself stay off the computer for at least an hour a day. Just to make myself read a book or listen to music without so many distractions."

"Now don't get me wrong, I'm not looking to go live off the land," Ivy said as she parked the car. "But sometimes you do forget there's a lot of beautiful stuff out there."

"There is." Willow got out of the car and stretched. "And it wouldn't hurt us to make it a little prettier by picking up some trash."

"That's the spirit." Ivy came around and tossed an arm around Willow's shoulders. "Come on, let's go get an electric blanket."

Willow laughed. "Where would you plug it in?"

"Extension cord."

"Kind of defeats the purpose, Ivy."

"Hell with that, I want to be warm."

Willow laughed again as they entered the store, her worries fading. With Ivy around, the trip was sure to be fun.

x-x-x-x

"Oh, now I must need this!" Holly smiled and held the box out towards Clay, who bit back a harsh reply.

"Holly, it's for gutting fish. I don't think we're going to be fishing." He made his voice neutral, since he knew gentle was out of the question. How did I let her brother talk me into this? Ash was gong to owe him, and owe him big.

"Oh, gross!" Holly all but threw it back on the shelf.

"Why don't you let me show you the best options for what you need?" Clay tried to wrest control of the shopping expedition. He'd thought Holly would let him lead, but it appeared that when it came to shopping of any sort, Holly put herself in charge. He spoke again when she made to protest. "Holly, please. I do this for a living. You'll enjoy it much more if you have the proper equipment. I'll just make suggestions; final decision will be up to you."

"Whatever you say." Holly fluttered her eyelashes and Clay cringed. Holly was okay, but he didn't think they had a single thing in common. He wished she'd stop flirting, and wondered how to nicely tell her he wasn't interested. Not that she'd given any sign she'd considered that possibility.

Clay guided her down the aisles, pointing out what he thought would be most useful and trying to keep Holly from overspending. Holly didn't seem concerned about that, but Clay saw no point in her laying out money for a tent that would keep a person safe in Antarctica when she was only going to be out for two nights in a state park in the spring. 

He managed to talk her into a two-person tent with few frills, a medium-sized back pack, and a down sleeping bag. It was spring but the nights were still cold, Clay reasoned, so that was a good investment. He had one like it. 

"Okay, Holly, let's get you some hiking boots." Clay pushed the cart to his right, aiming for the shoes.

"Whatever you say." She smiled again and put her arm through his as he pushed the cart. "And here I thought I could manage with just sneakers."

"Sneakers are okay but I really think you'll be grateful for the boots." Clay counted to ten before continuing. "I'd bring sneakers, just in case, but the boots will have better traction and keep your feet warmer. Wool socks would probably be good, too," he added.

"Oh no!" Holly looked dismayed. "I'm allergic to wool!"

Of course you are. Clay nodded and kept his expression bland, although a scream of frustration fought for release. "No problem. There are lots of options; just go for something warm, and you can always layer."

She nodded and followed along. Clay asked after her parents just to make some conversation, and was distracted enough that when someone bumped into him, he stumbled before regaining his balance. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The woman who had tripped tried to right herself, which nearly made Clay lose his balance again. On reflex, he tightened one of his hands on the shelf he'd grabbed, then the other around her waist, and she stilled.

Clay straightened but didn't let her go. She felt pretty good, he had to admit. Then he chastised himself. "Are you all right?"

"Yes...yes, thanks." She stepped aside and he released his hand with a pang of regret. She looked up and started to talk, then blushed furiously. Before Clay could ask her anything else, Holly spoke up.

"Willow? What in the world are you doing here?" Holly did not sound pleased.

Clay ignored her and turned to the other woman. "Really, are you okay? I should have been looking where I was pushing the cart."

"No, no, it's my fault." She was flustered and ran a hand through her hair. "I was carrying too much and something started to drop and then I don't know...I just tripped and...."

"It's okay," he assured her. "I'm Clay Wilder." He held out a hand.

"Oh, I'm Willow. Oakton." They shook hands and he liked the feel of hers in his.

"Clay, don't you remember? You met Willow at the party last summer," Holly said.

"I did?" Clay looked down at the woman before him and tried to place her. She had dark blonde hair and he'd caught a glimpse of green eyes and what he was sure were kissable lips. He liked the casual jeans and shirts she wore, which showed off the kinds of curves he liked. Despite all that, he couldn't quite remember if he'd seen her.

"I'm sorry," he said. "My memory must be going. You're too pretty to forget." He groaned to himself. You didn't really say that, did you?

Willow smiled and was about to speak, but Holly broke in again.

"She pushed you into the pool, Clay. You must remember that." Holly crossed her arms and gave Willow a look, then turned back to Clay with a coy smile and pressed one hand on his arm. "Come on. I need to get those boots, remember?"

"Hey, Willow, what's...oh, hi, Holly." Another woman with dark hair and a ready smile came over. She held a hand out to Clay. "Hi, I'm Ivy. Not sure if you remember, but we met at Holly's party last summer. Clay, right?"

"Yes. Hi, nice to meet you." He did remember Ivy, and wondered how he could have forgotten Willow. 

"We're here getting ready for the Earth Day trip at the park. Mind if we run our stuff by you?" Ivy asked, then grinned. "Might as well get expert help while we can."

"Sure, no problem." Clay turned to Willow. "Are you coming, too?"

"Um, yeah." She cleared her throat and seemed to collect herself. "Yes, I'm looking forward to it and Ivy's right. If it's not too much trouble, could you give us a quick opinion on what we have so far?"

"Love to. Holly, why don't you head over to the shoes? Tell the salesperson what you're looking for and get two or three pairs and I'll be over in a minute to look at them, okay?"

"Fine." Holly managed a glare at Willow before turning and walking away.

"You'll have to excuse her," Clay said in apology, "she's just...."

"Being Holly," Ivy interrupted with a wink. "We know."

Clay suggested they find a place out of the way so he could help them and led them to a spot near one of the hunting displays. Clay was impressed with their choices; they had put in the thought that Holly hadn't, or wouldn't. He advised them to skip a few things he thought unnecessary for such a short trip, and gave some recommendations on items they had yet to buy.




Lost in the Woods



"Thanks, Clay, this is great." Ivy nodded in satisfaction. "Hey, Willow, wait for me here, okay? I need the ladies' room and then we can grab some food. Bye, Clay. Thanks again." She darted off without waiting for an answer.

Clay was silent for a moment, not sure what to say. 

"So, we really appreciate you all coming out to help with the park," he said. "It'll be a big help."

Willow laughed. "Really? A bunch of novice campers? You'll probably be pulling us out of the poison ivy and keeping us from tipping over tree roots."

"Here's a secret: Poison Ivy is...." Willow looked at him intently. "The best Batman villain ever." Clay winked.

Willow stared at him, then couldn't stop a laugh. "Trust me, I know Poison Ivy, both types. My brother had a huge crush on her when he was twelve, and I ran through some once and had it all up my left leg for a week. It was terrible."

Clay laughed, too, then said, "Seriously, the best thing to do is make sure your legs are covered and keep an eye out for the plant. You know what it looks like?"

Willow adopted a solemn tone. "Leaves of three, let it be."

Clay grinned. "You'll do fine." He was reluctant to leave, but he knew Holly must be impatient. He was surprised she hadn't come over to drag him back. He sighed to himself. "It was nice meeting you again, Willow, but I'd better get back to Holly."

"Okay. Thanks, really. This has been so helpful. Ivy and I don't want to be any trouble, so this will give us a great head start." She smiled at him.

"All right, then. See you on Earth Day."

"See you."

x-x-x-x

Ivy restrained herself until they were in the car. "He likes you," she said in a sing-song voice.

"What? What are you talking about?" Willow looked at her, puzzled, as she buckled her seat belt.

"Willow, don't be dense. It doesn't look good on you." Ivy backed the car out of the space and worked her way out of the parking lot. "Clay, dummy. He likes you."

"Oh, God, please don't remind me." Willow buried her face in her hands. "That was so embarrassing. 'She pushed you in the pool.' Did she have to say that?"

"He didn't seem to care."

"He was just being nice." Willow stared out the window. Once Holly had said that, the memory of bumping into Clay at the party had come back in all its vivid, embarrassing detail. How Willow had slipped on the concrete around the in-ground pool, and unable to right herself, had fallen against Clay. How they'd both fallen in a tangle into the pool, sending up a huge splash. 

A few other memories surfaced and she bit her lip. How Clay's arm had gone around her waist, just as he'd done in the store, and how he'd felt just as warm and strong against her as he had at the party. She thought of how he'd helped her out of the pool and how she must have looked like a drowned rat, her clothes soaked and plastered to her body, her hair hanging down in ragged wet tails. She'd had to borrow a robe while waiting for her clothes to try, since she hadn't brought a swim suit with her. 

At least today I didn't need a towel, she thought. Still, for God's sake—the man probably thought she had inner ear balance problems.

She and Ivy chatted as they drove, and Willow was grateful Ivy dropped the subject of Clay Wilder. 

"Well, here you go. Thanks for coming, Willow." Ivy pulled up to the curb. "Need help getting stuff inside?"

"No, I'm good, thanks. And thanks for the ride. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay. We'll work out details for Friday. I can probably drive if you want." Ivy stretched as Willow unloaded her purchases from the trunk. "I'm such a control freak. That's why I never ask you to drive."

"No problem. Saves me gas money," Willow teased.

"Bye, Willow." Ivy gave her a mischievous grin. "Remember, I'm never wrong about these things. He likes you. You've swept him off his feet twice!"

"Oh, Ivy, that's awful." Willow groaned. "Please, don't keep reminding me."

Her friend laughed. "Lighten up, kiddo. Take it easy."

Willow waved and went up to the house. She pondered the upcoming trip as she brought everything into the house, and wondered if she'd be in Clay's group.

x-x-x-x

Clay nodded to his fellow rangers as they filed into the room. Adam was there, along with Sandy Audubon and Brooke Goodall. They talked sports while they got coffee and settled into the chairs in the room while they waited for the other rangers to arrive. Four more men showed up, grabbed their coffee, and sat down.

"Okay, guys." Clay spoke up and they all turned their attention to him. "Tomorrow is the Earth Day event, and we have the volunteers coming to help clean up the park. The bosses want this to go smoothly."

"Yeah, that'll happen." Brooke scoffed and the others gave wry smiles.

"I know, I know." Clay raised a hand and they settled down. "We've got a list of about fifty, and I figure there will be some last-minute cancellations. So we should each have about ten or twelve in our groups."

"They realize there's no hot tubs, right?" asked Brooke, grinning. "No espresso machines?" Brooke was a rough-and-tumble, tomboy type who had been raised on hunting and camping. 

"Come on, Goodall." Clay arched an eyebrow, then grinned in return.

"She's got a point," Sandy said. "You know there's always a few who expect the park to be just like home but with more windows."

"Guys, look, I know a few of the people coming, and they're pretty down-to-earth." Clay snickered as they groaned at the pun. "It won't be that bad. They were smart about packing, and asked for advice, so if they're an example, we should be in good shape."

"Cool." Brooke downed her coffee. "Anything else, Clay? I need to make my patrol."

With that, the meeting broke up and Clay went back to his desk to start the paperwork that never seemed to end. He filled out forms, then remembered he needed to get waiver forms for the volunteers. Nothing says 'Thanks for helping' like asking people not to sue, he thought with a sigh. He found a stack and slid them into a folder that he put aside for the next day. 

Clay hoped he hadn't been too optimistic with telling the others he thought the volunteers would be easy to deal with. He was basing his opinion on Willow, Ivy, Holly and Ash, Holly's brother. A reasonable sample, he decided.

He smiled as his thoughts went back to Willow. She'd looked so embarrassed at the mention of the pool incident, but he remembered it differently.

At the party, he'd just gotten out of the pool and stepped aside to talk to Holly's mother. He'd noticed a pretty woman with blonde hair off to his side, and wondered who she was. He'd seen the accident coming: someone had left a pair of shoes by the side of the pool and the blonde hadn't seen them, and had tripped and stumbled.

Clay had reached out to steady her, but she'd landed too heavily and they'd both gone into the water. 

It wasn't so bad, though. Even now he smiled at the memory. She hadn't panicked, just sputtered a bit when they came up from the water. She had felt nice against him, he thought. Soft curves that had been highlighted by her clinging clothes; he hadn't minded that at all. He'd meant to get her name, but once she was out of the pool, she'd dashed into the house and he'd been handed a towel and recruited for grilling duty.

She still felt pretty good, he thought as he got up from the desk. He decided to cut over and catch Brooke on her patrol; Clay had been stuck inside all day and was desperate to get out and breathe the clean forest air. He wondered if he could get Willow into his camping group without being too obvious.

x-x-x-x

Willow woke up on Friday, stretched and rolled over. Taking the day off was a great idea, she thought. She'd originally planned to take a half day, but the week had been beyond hectic and she'd worked until nearly eight every night, so she'd gone for the full day. With a smile, she let herself fall back to sleep for another hour, then got up.

She grabbed a shower and decided to do some cleaning, figuring it'd be nice to come home to a clean house after a couple of nights in the woods. After talking to her brother, a camping enthusiast, and receiving the last informational email about the excursion, she felt less anxious. 

Everyone would meet around six o'clock that evening, hike a little to a camping spot and set up for the night. The next day, they'd hike deeper into the woods and work on cleaning up. There would be rest and meal breaks, and they'd work their way back around to the campsite. The following morning, they'd hike back. Willow thought it sounded like fun, and was glad she'd signed up.

Cleaning kept her hands busy and her mind occupied, but Clay still broke into her thoughts. She shook her head at herself and sighed. He was nice, but then, he's a nice guy. And Holly is after him. That would have been obvious to a blind person, she thought. 

After Ivy had returned from the restrooms at the store, they'd eaten and then finished shopping, every so often crossing paths with Clay and Holly. Willow and Ivy had had to fight to keep from laughing at the fluttering eyelashes, the doe eyes, and the way Holly had taken every opportunity to hang on Clay's arm. Ivy had also pointed out that Holly had all but gone in the opposite direction every time the pairs met; it was clear that Holly had meant to keep Clay focused on herself.

Ah well, Willow thought, it's not like you can blame her. He's a good-looking guy. She turned her attention to cleaning and packing. By the time Ivy arrived a bit before five, she didn't think she could be any more prepared. 

"Hey, Willow, what's this?" Ivy picked up a black device, a little bigger than a cell phone, with a small screen. 

"Oh, it's a GPS. For walking, though, not for driving."

"You weren't going to bring this, were you?" Ivy looked at her. "I mean, come on, we'll be in a group. It's a state park, not the lost world."

"I thought about it, but no." Willow stared down at it. "I never could get it to work, and I'm not sure I'd know how to read it anyway. But I don't know, I thought about it." She bit her lip. "What can I say? You know how I am about getting lost."

"I promise we won't lose you." Ivy smiled and patted her shoulder. "Let's go."

x-x-x-x

Clay watched as people started arriving. He checked his watch; not quite six o'clock. The sun was still up—Hurray for daylight savings time, he thought—and he was anxious to get the final head count and get moving. It would be dark by eight, probably earlier, and he wanted everyone to reach the camping sites before full dark.

He gritted his teeth into what he hoped was a smile and waved at Holly as he saw her pull up. He liked Holly well enough, he thought; it was just that he wasn't interested.

"Looks like a decent crowd." Adam came up beside him.

"Looks like." Clay nodded. "Our last count was around forty-three, but we'll see how many show up. Not sure it'll actually be quite that many, but that might be good."

"I guess."

"Come on, Fossey. They're donating their time when they don't have to, and we should appreciate that."

"I can appreciate her." Adam let out a low whistle.

Clay turned a bemused grin in the direction his friend was looking, and then he clenched his jaw. Willow was stepping out of a little green car. If Adam was thinking about Willow...Clay took a breath. It wasn't like Willow was his, after all. Then Ivy stepped into view and he saw a grin spread over Adam's face. 

"Now there is a woman I wouldn't mind sharing a sleeping bag with."

Clay laughed. "Easy, tiger. You don't even know her."

"Yet."

"Be nice to me, Fossey. I know her."

Adam turned. "No shit? You do? Introduce me."

Clay considered. "You fill out the paperwork for a week if I do."

"All right, but no putting me down when you do the introductions."

"Deal."

Clay hoped to get over and say hello to Willow and Ivy, but Holly got to him first, and by the time he extracted himself, he had to organize the volunteers.

He went over to Brooke, who had gotten started handing out name tags and waiver forms. That had been Sandy's idea; he'd pointed out that with so many people, it would help to be able to call names instead of "Hey, you in the black shirt!" Clay had agreed, figuring that anything which made this easier was worth doing. Sandy stood next to Brooke, collecting the waivers as people signed them.

The final count was forty-eight. Before dividing the groups up, Clay asked for anyone with any camping experience to raise their hands. He was pleased to find about eight people, including Willow's friend Ivy, although Willow herself stood back. 

"All right. Everyone, if I could have your attention?" Clay raised his voice and the volunteers turned to him. "My name is Clay Wilder, I'm the guy in charge, and these are my fellow rangers." He introduced Sandy, Brooke, Adam and the others who would help lead. Each raised a hand as Clay called out their name.

"We're going to divide up into groups. When your name is called, please go over to the table there and grab a t-shirt. They're a small thank you for your help, and color-coded to help everyone stay together. After that, your group leaders will come over and explain the rest of the trip to you. We really appreciate everyone's help, and hope you have a good time."

Clay began calling out names, making sure to put at least one experienced camper in each group. Exercising what might have been a small abuse of power, he assigned both Willow and Ivy to his group, then after a pause, added Holly. Flirting or not, she had worked to organize recruits and he had to remember that.

At last they were sorted into red, yellow, blue and orange groups. The t-shirts would be more useful the next day, when people separated into smaller clean up groups. Clay and Adam took the red group, Sandy and Brooke blue, and the remaining four rangers were split between yellow and orange. 

As everyone went back for their gear, Holly came over to him. Clay steeled himself.

"Oh, Clay, I'm so excited to be in your group." She gave him a bright smile. "I'll feel so much safer with you."

He cleared his throat. "I'm sure it'll be fun. Why don't you go over with the rest of the group, Holly? I need to do a couple of things and then I'll be right there."

"Looking forward to it." Holly gave him a coy look before leaving.

Adam caught him as he walked over to his group. "That was slick, man. Thanks."

"Hey, I'll introduce you. That's all. You'll have to trap...I mean, charm her all on your own."

"Yeah, yeah." Adam shook his head, then grinned. "Actually, this should be fun. One of the campers is a guy I knew in high school, and another has been through Army training. He'll probably be telling us what to do."

Clay clapped Adam on the shoulder as the other man went over to the volunteers. He went back to his checklists and got a face full of clipboard when he bumped into someone. 

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so clumsy, I...." A feminine voice trailed off.

Moving his clipboard aside, Clay smiled when he saw Willow. "Hi there. Don't worry about it. My fault, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"No, I was trying to get this bag, but it tangled here and I just...." Willow sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm really not usually this much of a klutz."

"Just around me?" Clay teased, and she blushed.

"It's coincidence, I guess," she managed.

"Not a problem," he assured her. "Come on, let me help you. We'll take this over, I'll give everyone an overview, and then we'll get moving."

He grabbed Willow's pack and they walked over. "Hey, this looks well-packed."

"Thanks. My brother helped me. He camps a lot. He wanted to come, actually, but he was on call this weekend."

"Looks like he taught you well." Clay handed her the bag back as they reached his group. She smiled her thanks and stepped over to stand next to Ivy.

"Okay, everybody. Again, my name is Clay and Adam and I will be your guides. Let me get these preliminaries out of the way, then feel free to ask questions. We'll be heading up to a campsite tonight, not too far, and we should be there by dark. Then we'll set up tents, make some dinner, and hit the sack. Tomorrow we'll pack up and start the clean up and work our way back to the camp. Then the next day we'll work our way back here, but no real schedule, so feel free to take pictures, video, whatever. Any questions?"

The group shook their heads and Clay was pleased. They all seemed willing and eager, and since no one voiced any complaints about sleeping outside, he figured he was off to a good start.

x-x-x-x

"Oh, this is so nice." Willow looked up at the trees and smiled as she took a deep breath. "I'm so glad we did this, Ivy." The sun was setting, and the gold, red, and oranges of the light filtered through the leaves.

"Me, too." Ivy looked around. "I love spring, when the flowers are coming out, and the trees are such rich shades of green. You know, maybe I should be a ranger."

"Maybe you should. I know you hate being inside so much with your job."

"Yeah, but it pays well." Ivy sighed. "I hate it when the practicalities of life interfere with your dreams."

"You should think about it, though. Maybe there's just something else you could do that would get you out of the office, even if it isn't being a ranger."

"I should, I really should. Hey, maybe I can ask Clay about it, if he has time. See what goes into training and all." 

"Good idea." Willow nodded. "I'm not sure it's for me, though. I'll just have to keep recycling my aluminum cans."

Ivy laughed. "Every little bit helps."

"You ladies all right?" Clay came up to them.

"Yes, fine." Willow smiled, for once too caught up in her surroundings to feel nervous around him. "I was just saying how beautiful it is here. I like to take care of my flowers, and have a garden, but this...." She spread her arms out. "This is the kind of thing we forget about and think will always be there."

"Very true." Clay nodded and smiled at her enthusiasm. "I like to think I'm doing a little part towards keeping it around."

"I'm sure you do a great job." Willow looked at Ivy. "Ivy was just saying she might want to be a ranger."

"Well, I'm not sure," Ivy spoke up quickly. "I'm not dumb enough to think you just read a nature book and put on the uniform. But I used to love being outdoors when I was little, and camping, and now it just feels like I'm hermetically sealed in my office."

"If you want to talk about it, let me know," Clay told her. "Might be easier after the trip, and I do have some brochures I can give you when we get back."

"Fantastic!" Ivy grinned. "Thanks so much."

"Quite welcome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think Holly's about to meet Batman." He strode off.

"What the hell did that mean?" Ivy stared.

Willow laughed. "Poison ivy. Holly's about to step in some, and she's wearing those silly crop pants. Trust me, you want Clay to catch her, or the rest of this trip will be miserable."

"Why didn't she wear jeans?"

Willow sighed. "My best guess is she didn't really think it through. Plus, remember how she was at Cabela's? I have a feeling she thinks capris do more for her than jeans."

Ivy snorted. "What a doof."

"Keep it down," Willow hissed but couldn't stifle a laugh. "Come on, it's terrible having that. I wouldn't wish it on anyone."

After another half an hour, with the sun setting, Clay called a halt to the hike. "Okay, everybody. This is where we'll stay tonight. Why don't you get started setting up your tents, and let me and Adam know if you need any help."

Ivy and Willow dug out their tent and began assembling it. Willow was glad her brother had shown her how to do it before, and she and Ivy had little trouble. As they worked, a dismayed cry made them look at each other and shake their heads.




Lost in the Woods



"Clay!" Holly wailed. "This isn't going according to the instructions!"

"Hold on, Holly," he called back.

Willow and Ivy watched as Clay worked with another volunteer, exchanged a few words, then came over to them. 

"Could you two do me a big favor and see if anyone else needs help?" Clay jerked his head towards Holly. "I think I better go."

"Sure." Willow nodded and looked at Holly, who sat on the ground, a tent pole in each hand. She would have been the epitome of dejection if not for the fluttering of her eyelashes. They managed not to laugh for a few minutes.

x-x-x-x

A little later, the tents were up, a fire was going, and everyone sat around chatting. Clay was relieved that everyone got along, although Holly seemed to want to get along with him more than anyone else. She'd sat next to him with no invitation and had inched closer to him every minute. By reflex, he inched away and realized he'd scooted so close to Willow that he was about to knock her over. With a sigh, he sat up and asked Holly to move back in the other direction.

Adam, he noted, found more than one excuse to talk to Ivy.

As they talked about the next day, one woman raised her hand in a tentative fashion. "Um, excuse me, but...what do we do about bathrooms? I mean, I know bears shit in the woods, but I'd rather not."

That got a round of laughter.

"No problem. Did you see the porta-johns as we came in?" Clay asked her. She shook her head. "Okay, see the path here?" He aimed his flashlight a little to the right of the circle to show a well-trodden path. "Follow it this way—" He moved the flashlight along the path a few feet. "—and you'll see them after about twenty or thirty yards."

"Hold on, I'll go with you." Ivy stood, dusted off the seat of her jeans and grabbed her flashlight. "Anybody else?" A couple more people got up and the group headed off.

"You know, Clay, this is so romantic." Holly put a dreamy face on, and Clay had to bite his cheek to keep from groaning. He saw Willow turn and try to hide a smile in a yawn. "An open, warm fire, out under the stars...I don't know why I don't do it more often."

Lack of central air and heat, he thought but didn't say. He'd known Ash and Willow's family for years, and never once had she expressed interest in camping.

"You may not think that tomorrow," he told her, "after you've been cleaning and walking all day. A bed indoors might look pretty attractive."

"Only if you were in it with me." Holly gave him that coy look again and he nearly choked.

Did she really say that? He was mortified and saw Willow laughing behind her hand. 

"Well, um, that's nice, Holly, but...." He turned to Willow. "Anyway, you've been pretty quiet, Willow. Having a good time so far?"

"What? Oh, yes, thanks." She coughed to clear her throat, gave in to one last giggle, then composed herself. "It's a lovely park. I haven't been here often, but my brother comes quite a bit and has nothing but good things to say. I know I'll fall back into my old habits, but it is so nice to be away from computers and phones and everything else. Just for a while."

"It sure is," spoke up another man. He was in his fifties, balding and had also shaken off his own laughing fit. "I just realized while we were walking that I haven't had a vacation in two years, and the last one was spent almost entirely inside. That is going to change. When I think about how I was a kid, and we spent so much time outside...." He shook his head.

"You do wonder what happens." A young woman, maybe twenty-one, nodded in agreement. "I mean, I used to go bike riding, or take walks with my friends, and now it's all library and classes and studying...I'm going to try studying outside when it's warmer."

The bathroom group returned and took up their places, and more of them chimed in with their reminiscences of and wishes for being outside more and inside less. Clay found himself appreciating his job anew. Sure, he had paperwork, and personnel issues like anyone else, but at least he could get out and breathe whenever he needed, and not just on a sidewalk downtown.

"Well, I guess it's my turn." Willow bit her lip. "Anyone else need a bathroom break?" 

Clay watched as she played with the flashlight, nervous fingers drumming on the handle.

"Oh, I guess I do." Holly stood up. 

"Okay, let's go." Willow took a deep breath, shined her light on the path, and walked over, Holly behind with her own light.

Clay noticed Ivy staring after the two women with concern. "She okay?" Clay asked. The other campers had fallen into conversation amongst themselves.

"Yeah, she's fine, but...." Ivy shrugged. "She's just nervous about getting lost. I should have gone with her."

"I'm sure she'll be fine." Clay tried to reassure her. "It's not that far, after all." 

Ivy nodded and turned to Adam, asking if he had time to talk about becoming a ranger, and he was happy to answer her questions. Clay noticed her eyes kept darting back to the path and couldn't stop his from doing the same. After a few minutes, Holly came back alone. He frowned.

"Where's Willow?" Ivy jumped up and asked before Clay could.

"In one of the porta-potties." Holly rolled her eyes. "What, are you two joined at the hip?"

"Why didn't you wait for her?"

"Oh please." Holly huffed out a breath. "She told me I didn't have to. What are you, her mother?"

Ivy stomped off with her flashlight, muttering to herself.

"For God's sake." Holly dropped down next to Clay again. "What, is Willow a baby or something? She's being ridiculous."

Clay turned and looked at her, studying her expression. He'd thought Holly was just flirting—heavily—with him, but now he saw an expression in her eyes as she stared after Ivy that he didn't like.

"Holly, it's not smart to leave someone alone like that. She could trip over something and get hurt, even with the flashlight. One thing about camping, you need to watch out for each other."

Holly's voice was tight. "They're barely a hundred feet away. What could happen?"

Clay resisted the urge to throttle her when Ivy and Willow came back into the circle. He was relieved, even though he doubted anything would happen. He noticed that Willow looked pale, although it could have been the light from the fire playing on her features.

Ivy led her back and they sat down again. Ivy glared at Holly as Willow wrapped her arms around herself and took deep breaths. Ignoring Holly, Clay got up and moved to sit on Willow's other side.

"You okay? You look a little shaky. See a bear?" He kept his tone light.

Willow gave him a wan smile. "No, no bears. Maybe a moose." 

He laughed, glad to see she could joke about it, then turned serious and put a hand on her arm. Ignoring the pleasant shock that went through him at the touch, he said, "Listen, anything like that happens again, don't be afraid to call out. Just stay where you are and give a yell. Sound carries pretty good out here, and someone will find you."

"Okay, thanks." Willow nodded.

I'll find you, he thought and stayed next to her until everyone went to bed.

x-x-x-x

Willow woke the next morning and was disoriented by the blue-gray ceiling. Then Ivy snored and Willow looked over at her friend, wrapped in her sleeping bag, and remembered. The park. Earth Day. Lost in the woods.

No, she hadn't been lost, she corrected herself. She'd been less than a hundred feet away from a dozen people and could have called for help. When she'd stepped out of the portable bathroom, she'd been stunned to find herself alone. She had her flashlight, but even so, the surprise had disoriented her. As usual, Willow sighed, she'd let her fear of being lost overrun her common sense, and had frozen, unable to get her bearings or call out.

Luckily Ivy had come to find her, and had had some choice words to say about Holly while they walked back. Willow had agreed, but was glad Ivy had finished before they got back. Having Ivy and Holly at each other's throats would not have made for a good group dynamic.

"Good morning." Willow reached over and poked Ivy's side. "Happy Earth Day."

"What? What!" Ivy tried to sit up, but was hampered by the bag. 

Willow couldn't hold back a laugh as Ivy twisted and turned, looking for all the world as though she was struggling with an alien worm made of nylon.

"Hey, no fair." Ivy narrowed her eyes. "No laughing at me before coffee."

"Not sure we'll get coffee. We're in the park, remember?"

"Oh, there will be coffee, or there will be blood."

Willow pretended concern. "Easy now, Ivy. You're off your meds. Don't worry, it'll all be fine."

Ivy tried to throw a pillow at her, got tangled again, and then they both fell back laughing.

"Okay, I can manage without coffee for one day. Grudgingly." Ivy stretched. "Well, guess we'd better see what the great outdoors looks like in the morning, huh?"

They dressed as quickly as they could, threw on their jackets, and stepped outside. Willow couldn't resist laughing at herself a little. Everything looked so different in the day time, and she wondered why it was that night often made things so ominous. From her spot she could even see the porta-johns through the trees. God, I'm such a wuss.

"Good morning!" Clay called. "We have coffee!"

"You are a god!" Ivy dove into the tent to dig out her cup and all but ran over. "Dibs!"

"You'll have to excuse her." Willow rolled her eyes as she followed. "She's addicted to the stuff."

"So am I." The younger girl, whose name was Fern, took some as well, thanking Clay. "I can't tell you how much of this stuff I drank to get through finals last year. I probably ruined my stomach lining."

Willow waited until the rush was over and held out her cup to get some for herself. "Thanks. This seems like a real treat, you know."

"No problem." Clay raised his cup to hers in a toast and she reciprocated. "Trust me, I need the coffee as much as anyone."

Willow took a sip and closed her eyes as she let the hot liquid roll over her tongue and down her throat. "I probably sound like Ivy, but I do think this may be the best coffee I ever tasted."

"I'm flattered. You should try my lasagna." Clay grinned. "It's my mom's recipe, but I do okay."

"I'd love that." Willow blushed as she realized what she'd said. "I mean, I bet it's great."

Clay was about to take the opening and ask her our when a voice sounded in his ears and made him grind his teeth.

"Clay, is that coffee?" Holly come over and stepped in front of Willow, just missing her foot. "Oh, my goodness, that's wonderful. I'd never make it through the day without it." She stepped back and hit Willow's arm, sloshing the coffee onto the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry, Willow."

No, you're not. "That's okay. I was done anyway." Willow wondered if she could dump the rest on Holly's head, but decided against it.

Clay turned to the group and called for their attention. "When you're ready, let's fix up the site before we go out on cleanup detail. Happy Earth Day, everybody."

x-x-x-x

Willow hummed to herself as she cleaned up a vacant camp site. With the sun shining, the breeze whispering by, and the smell of the grass and trees, she almost forgot about the previous night's anxiety.

It had also helped, she thought, that Clay had talked to her quite a bit. She found herself hoping he'd ask her out, then berating herself for expecting him to do it when she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. But why, she wondered, would he want to go out with a woman who couldn't seem to stand up straight around him?

"How's it going?" Clay came up.

"Oh, fine, thanks." She turned and smiled, ignoring the twist in her stomach. "Just about done here and then I can do whatever you want." She blushed to her roots when she realized what she said. "I mean, whatever the next project is."

Clay took a minute to make sure he didn't actually tell her what he wanted her to do, or more accurately what he wanted to do to herand nodded. "A couple more sites here, then we can break for lunch."

"Sounds great." Willow took a breath. "Um, Clay. I wanted to ask—"

"Oh, Clay, there you are." Holly came traipsing through, her red t-shirt tied tightly at her waist to emphasize her chest. Willow didn't know whether to laugh or scream in frustration. "I was looking all over for you. Could you please come back to my site? I've found something and I'm just not sure what to do about it." She didn't even look at Willow.

Clay gave Willow an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I'd better go see what this is. Just come on over when you're finished here." He started away and turned back, ignoring Holly's impatient glare. "Sorry, you started to ask me something?"

"It's all right." Willow shook her head. "It'll keep for a while."

Clay nodded and resumed following Holly, turning around once to mouth Help me! and forcing Willow to clamp down on a laugh. She was still giggling when Ivy found her, and her friend joined in after Willow told her what had happened.

"Holly's one of a kind, thank God." Ivy drank some bottle water, then held it out for Willow. "Poor Clay. I saw him earlier and he looked like he was getting a root canal."

"Oh, stop." Willow laughed again. "Clay will have to hold his own, and give her credit for going after what she wants."

"Please." Ivy scoffed. "You have to take away her credit for not realizing that the man isn't interested. Which is the way it should be, since he likes you, and you're tons better for him than she is."

"I was about to ask him out," Willow confessed.

"What? That's great!" Ivy beamed. "Way to take charge of the situation!"

"I was about to. Then Holly came in and Clay went to help her. I'm not sure I can do that again."

"Of course you can." Ivy was firm. "Just think of that as a dress rehearsal. A bad dress rehearsal means a good performance. And I'll bet Clay is a great performer."

"Ivy!" Willow blushed and shook her head. "You're—"

"Insatiable," they finished together with a laugh.

"No, I'm really not." Ivy helped her finish up and they started walking to the next site. "I just know when two people are good for each other, and you and Clay are good for each other. So is that guy Adam, for me."

"Adam?" 

"Adam Fossey, the other ranger. Clay introduced us and hoo boy." Ivy fanned herself with her hand. "That man is hot stuff. I am not leaving this place without a phone number."

"Go get 'im, tiger."

x-x-x-x

Clay was dying to know what Willow had been about to ask him, and he felt like someone up there was having fun at his expense. No matter what he did, he was unable to break free even for a few minutes to find out her question. The best he could do was steal the occasional glance and give her a smile; the smiles in return made him feel better, but he wanted more.

He had determined that he would ask her out, and was just waiting for the right time. No matter how he planned it, Holly seemed to have a sixth sense and was right there with a question, or request for help, and he couldn't get away. He thought Willow noticed, and her friend Ivy, since they both shot sympathetic looks his way. 

A question—this time from Fern—provided a welcome distraction. As he'd been doing for much of the excursion, he told her the names of the nearby plants and trees. After a bit, he guided them along the trail and they collected more litter as they walked along.

"It's such a shame."

Clay looked over, saw Willow talking to Ivy, and broke away before Holly could snag him again.

"What's a shame?"

The two women looked up and Willow answered. "Just how people drop things here without even thinking of it. I mean, just because a paper cup is biodegradable doesn't mean they should leave it any old where. It's not like it's going to degrade in the next day."

"True, which is why we appreciate you all helping out this weekend." Clay couldn't resist reaching out to touch her arm, and she blushed. He saw Ivy fail to hide a knowing grin.

"If you two will excuse me," Ivy said, "I'm going back to the group. I need some water." She waved and walked away.

"Now she is a perceptive woman." Clay turned to Willow.

"Why's that?"

"Because she knew I wanted to be alone with you."

"Ivy can be kind of...loud, but she's great." Willow gave him a shy look.

"So, I've been wondering, what is it you wanted to ask me earlier? When we had coffee?" Clay studied her, taking in her eyes, green like English grass in the spring, and the rest of her, which looked soft and round and...He cleared his throat before his thoughts went any further.

"Oh, I, um...." Willow took a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh. "Well, okay. I was going to ask if you wanted to get together. Later. After the weekend, I mean. But not if you don't want to. I mean, you don't have to...." It was her turn to clear her throat. "Wow, I'm really bad at this."

"You're doing fine. And I'm glad you asked, because I didn't think I'd ever get a chance." He took her hand in his. "I'd like that a lot. I like you a lot."

"You...um, hardly know me." She blushed.

"Well, that would be the point of going out, wouldn't it?" 

Willow nodded, lost for words now that she'd managed to ask him.

"I think we'd better...seal the deal." Clay's sea-blue eyes were mischievous.

"Seal the deal?" Willow was puzzled. "How?"

"Like this." He stepped to her, leaned down, and kissed her. 

Willow jumped slightly but then sighed. He had one hand on her shoulder, and his free hand still held hers. His fingers tightened on hers and she responded in kind, otherwise afraid to move and break the spell. She didn't know how long they would have stayed there had not a shrill cry cut the air.

"Claaaaaaay!"

He pulled back with a sigh and they shared a rueful smile. Clay kept her hand in his as they started toward the group.

x-x-x-x

Willow saw Ivy's none-too-subtle thumbs-up when she and Clay joined the group again. He'd held her hand until just before they were in view of the others, then had given her a quick squeeze before stepping away. He moved to address the group, and she walked over to Ivy. Willow shushed her when her friend began demanding details.

"I'd like to thank you all for all the work you've been doing," Clay began. "I know you must be beat, and you'll be glad to know we're nearly back at the campsite. I suggest we take a rest, have some water, and then we'll move on."

"So what happened!" Ivy bumped Willow's shoulder with her own, causing the blonde-haired woman to bobble her water bottle as she tried to take a drink. "Come on, come on, spill!"

"I just did." Willow pushed back and wiped at her mouth. "Calm down, Ivy. It's not like I've never been on a date or anything."

"I know, but this is so great! He's cute, you're cute, and it'll annoy the hell out of Holly."

Willow rolled her eyes. "Yes, that's always one of my considerations when asking a guy out: Will Holly be pissed off?"

"You asked him?" Ivy beamed and gave Willow a high-five. "That's my girl!"

Willow chuckled. "Well, it didn't seem fair to leave it all up to him. It's the twenty-first century, right? Women can do that kind of thing."

"Amen, sister." Ivy grinned again, then took a long drink from her own water bottle. "So, I wonder if I'll have to ask Adam, or if he's the kind of guy that likes to make the first move."

"Should be fun to find out. I'll just stand to the side and watch the fireworks." Willow winked at her friend.

"Oh, there will be fireworks." Ivy wiggled her eyebrows. "You just wait."

They looked up when Fern came over to chat. It turned out that Fern was attending Ivy's alma mater, and the two had fun comparing notes on professors and classes. Willow listened with half an ear, but was still buzzing with excitement inside about her impending date with Clay. 




Lost in the Woods



"Okay, everyone! Let's grab our stuff and move on. We have less than a mile to go, then we can just hang out for the rest of the night." Clay stood and put on his pack.

"I like it." Fern grabbed her own back pack. "Tonight, I want s'mores!"

"A girl after my own heart," Ivy said with approval.

They traipsed through the woods, keeping up a good pace despite everyone being tired, and reached the camp site in about an hour. 

"I think we made it just in time." Ivy nudged Willow and they both looked up at the sky. "Looks like it might rain."

"They did call for some light rain," Clay broke in. "That's why we suggested everyone bring ponchos. Still, it shouldn't be too bad, according to our last report."

"It might be nice," Willow said. "I mean, a little rain never hurt anyone, and on Earth Day, we can't begrudge the plants some water, right?"

"Stop it, Willow. You're scaring me. You're...giddy," Ivy murmured.

"Maybe a little. So what?" Willow grinned.

x-x-x-x

Everyone stretched and sat down to relax for a bit with more water or snacks. 

Clay pulled out his walkie-talkie and checked in with his other rangers. No one reported any problems, which was a relief. After the checks were completed, Clay tried to get over to talk to Willow, but ended up talking with Ash, Adam, and a few other men. 

"Oh, no!" Holly's dismayed tone caused more than one person to roll their eyes. "I lost my cell phone! I must have dropped it on my way back here. I really need it!"

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Ivy asked. "I mean, it's not likely someone will steal it, right?"

"I'd rather not have it ruined by the weather or the animals." Holly glared at her, then seemed to recover herself. "Could someone go with me to find it? Willow? Fern?"

"Um, sure." Willow and Fern both agreed.

"I'll come, too." Clay stepped up, remembering Willow's reaction the first night. "We should keep an eye on everyone. Besides, more eyes are always better. Adam, you okay if I go with them?"

"You bet." He nodded.

"I can come." Ivy stepped up.

"Thanks, Ivy, but I'd feel better if you stayed with Adam. You're an experienced camper and it'd help to have you here."

"All right." It was grudging, but she agreed.

"Okay, ladies, let's go. We can't go too far, Holly, since it's getting dark, but we'll give it a shot." Clay grabbed his flashlight and the four of them left.

x-x-x-x

Willow picked up her own light and saw Ivy engrossed in conversation with Adam. She smiled to herself and followed Clay, Holly and Fern back along the trail they'd taken.

"Willow, thank you so much!" Holly gushed and Willow fought not to react. "I know it must seem silly but I just got it and you know how warranties are. They cover everything except what actually happens. It was a gift from my mom, you know, so my brother and I can keep in touch and I just hate to tell her that I lost it already." 

Willow nodded. "It's okay, Holly. I'm sure we'll find it."

They walked in a mostly single file line, sweeping their flashlights along the ground. Willow looked up and was surprised at how quickly the sky was darkening, and had to force herself not to swing her light too fast in case she missed the phone. She was hoping Clay would call a halt to their search when suddenly there was a yelp and a cry from Fern.

"Oh, ow! Oh, shit." Fern squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced. "Sorry, guys. Pardon my French but my ankle hurts like a son of a bitch." 

"Hold on, now." Clay was calm and soothing. "Here, I'm going to move your leg, but just a little and slowly, okay?"

Fern nodded and hissed out a breath. Willow knelt next to her and took her hand. "Squeeze if you need to." The younger woman nodded her thanks.

"All right. I don't think it's too bad but it is swollen." Clay patted Fern on the shoulder. "We need to get you back to camp, and we'll put an icepack on it. Think you can lean on me?"

"Sure." Fern was still a bit breathless, but her face wasn't as pale. "It doesn't hurt quite so much now. Damn, I'm sorry, guys."

"I'm sorry, too. Holly, we'll have to go back. I'll get up early and look again tomorrow." Clay stood and with Willow's help, got Fern to her feet. He slid an arm behind her and pulled her arm over his shoulders.

"Oh, no!" Holly wrung her hands. "Please, Willow, could we look a little longer? Just a few minutes? I know it can't be far."

"Hey." Fern looked up. "I have an idea. Duh; why doesn't someone call Holly's phone? Maybe we'll hear it ring." She gave Willow a rueful smile. "Some college student, huh? Overlooking the obvious."

"It's a good idea, no matter when you thought of it," Willow assured her.

"It is, but I set the phone to vibrate."

Willow almost bit off her tongue in her effort not to respond. Of course you did.

"Please, Willow?"

She sighed. "All right, just a few minutes. It's getting dark, Holly. We need to get back soon."

Clay's eyes darted between the other two women. "All right, but just a few minutes, Holly. I don't care where the phone came from or how much it cost; it is not worth getting lost or hurt over."

Holly gave him a grateful smile. "I promise, Clay. We'll practically be right behind you."

Clay and Fern walked back towards the group, and Willow watched for a moment. Then she turned and ran her flashlight over the ground again. Holly did the same and then began walking forward. Willow stayed to Holly's side, trying to help cover as much ground as possible.

She got so involved in her search that she didn't realize Holly had gone until she turned to say something.

Oh, shit. I'm lost. Willow's blood went cold and her chest tightened as she tried to figure out what to do next.

"First off, relax. You're not that far away from anyone," she told herself. She spoke out loud in hopes of calming herself done, but it only emphasized the fact that there was no one else around. A few drops of water hit her arm and she fought back the urge to panic."

Okay, okay, think. You're not that far. You followed the trail. You still have your flashlight, just turn around and follow the trail. After a little bit, give a yell. Clay said sound will carry.

After a few deep breaths, she turned around, aimed her flashlight at the ground and tried to ignore the dread she felt when she realized she couldn't see the trail. The rain wasn't heavy, but it was enough to dampen her clothes. Her hands were shaking and she forced them to be steady as she held the flashlight and walked. 

Willow checked her watch, realized she'd been walking less than five minutes, even though it felt like at least fifteen. Walk some more, and if you don't see the trail, stop and try calling out. Having a plan, even a small one, made her feel a little better, and she felt her heart rate return to closer to normal.

After another five minutes, Willow felt even more lost than before and still didn't see the trail. Deciding it was time to try calling out, she took a breath. Her first tries weren't much more than whispers, and it took an effort to get a shouted "Hello?" No answer.

The rain sounded loud, although she was sure that was just her imagination. This is a little more time with the earth than I wanted today. She tried again.

"Ivy! Clay!" No response. "Ivy!

A noise like a snapping twig startled her. She whirled around, slipped on the wet grass and lost her flashlight when she went down. She saw the circle of light and started to move toward it, but it rolled away and she was left in the damp dark.

A lump of panic rose in her throat and Willow was afraid she'd hyperventilate. She forced herself to breathe slowly, counting the inhales and exhales. Next she stood, trying to see if she'd injured herself but aside from an ache on her rear end, which even in this situation was more embarrassing than anything else, she decided she was fine.

The rain let up and a small shaft of moonlight came through as the clouds passed by. Willow saw a tree, went over and sat down. She hugged her knees to her chest and rocked, resigning herself to waiting until morning.

x-x-x-x

When Clay and Fern arrived back at the campsite, Ivy hurried over to help the young girl sit down. At Clay's request, she dug in his bag for the first aid kit. Others gathered around to help, providing bags to prop up the girl's ankle. One man said he was an EMT, so Ivy stepped back to let him attend to Fern. Soon the younger woman was comfortable and everyone moved back to their tents and food.

It started to rain but no one seemed to mind. Ivy dug out her poncho and resumed her talking and flirting with Adam, who was talking and flirting right back. She found herself thinking she couldn't wait to tell Willow about it and reflexively looked around for her friend. When she didn't see her, Ivy stopped and took careful count of the people around the campsite. No Willow.

"Ivy? Ivy, is something wrong?"

She stared at Adam and realized she hadn't heard anything he'd said in the last couple of minutes. "No, I...I mean, I'm fine, but I don't see Willow anywhere. She went with Clay and Fern and Holly but...." Her eyes narrowed as she saw Holly return and stand next to Clay, then Ivy stalked over.

"Oh, Clay, she's so lucky you were here to help." Holly looked appropriately concerned. "Fern, I'm so sorry. If you hadn't been out looking for my phone...."

"It's okay, Holly." Fern's voice was strained. "Just an accident. Could have happened any time. I'll be fine."

Ivy saw Clay scan the group and then get to his feet. 

"Where's Willow?" Clay and Ivy ended up speaking at the same time.

"Willow?" Holly blinked. "Why, I'm not sure. She was right behind me."

"Well she's not now!" Ivy glared at her.

"Holly, how long ago did you leave Willow?" Clay stepped in, his voice serious.

"Oh, I don't know." Holly waved a hand. "It couldn't have been that long ago. I didn't come back too much after you and Fern did."

"Why did you leave her alone?" Ivy demanded.

"She'll probably be here in a few minutes." Holly rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you're so worried about. We didn't go that far."

"Adam." Clay looked over and gestured to his coworker. "I'm going to find Willow. She probably isn't far, like Holly said, but she's likely scared and she might have tripped or something."

"Want me to come?" Ivy asked.

"No, thank you, Ivy." Clay shook his head. "The rain will make things slippery and we don't need anyone else hurt. Look, I'm going to take my tent; if she is hurt, or the rain picks up, it might be better for us to wait until morning. I'll radio to Adam to let you all know, okay?"

"All right." Ivy wasn't happy but she knew Clay was trained for this. "Here's a dry shirt for her, and her poncho." She handed them to Clay and he took them with a nod.

"Adam, you good?"

"I'm good." He nodded and put a hand on Ivy's shoulder. "Go on, we'll be fine."

Clay shot an icy glare at Holly before grabbing his equipment and heading back along the trail.

x-x-x-x

Willow took a deep breath and tried calling again. "Clay? Ivy?" Still no answer. She wasn't even sure she was loud enough, but she couldn't seem to raise her voice any more.

It'll be better in the morning, she consoled herself. You'll wonder why you were even worried. You'll find out you were practically on top of the campsite, just from another direction.

It didn't help, much.

She sat with her back to the tree and rested her head on her knees. Despite the rain and the chill she felt, exhaustion had her drifting off. She jerked when she thought she heard something, then tried to shake her head to clear it. Willow listened intently, but then sighed. Must have been dreaming, she decided. She lowered her head again, then frowned.

"Willow? Willow!" It was Clay.

For a moment, she was too startled to speak, then when she did try, relief and nerves made her voice little more than a croak. She swallowed and took a breath. "Clay? I'm over here."

"Willow? Can you hear me?"

"Clay! I'm over here!" This time her voice carried and a moment later, Clay came into view with his flashlight. She looked up and hoped she wasn't crying. "Hi."

He smiled and knelt down. "Hi there. You okay?"

She nodded once before launching herself at him and almost knocking them both over. Her arms tightened around his neck and she buried her face against his shoulder. 

x-x-x-x

Clay chuckled and steadied them both before wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair. "Guess you're glad to see me?"

Willow nodded against his shirt. She took a few shuddering breaths, and huddled against him. Clay decided he didn't mind and continued stroking her hair. "It's okay, Willow. It's okay. Relax."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for." Clay nudged her back so he could look at her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah." She wiped at her eyes and he saw her fighting for control. "Um, aside from being a little hysterical, I guess, I'm fine. Sorry."

"It's okay. Being alone is scary, especially when you're lost." He ran a finger along her face. "Ivy said you had a thing about being lost. What happened?"

"Oh. You know...silly childhood trauma." She tried to shrug it off.

"It's okay, Willow. You can tell me."

"It's...it's nothing, or it seems like it should be nothing, but...." She swallowed. "When I was little, about nine, we had just moved. They were still building the neighborhood, you know? There were lots of wooded areas around. And I met these kids and they took me into the woods, said they wanted to show me something and then they...." She swallowed again. "They left me there. They ran away and I wasn't fast enough and...So I looked around and I couldn't see Holly and I tried to call someone and...." This time she couldn't stop the tears.

"It's all right, I've got you. You'll be fine." Clay held her close. "Wet, but fine."

Willow gave a small laugh. "Yeah, well. I don't mind being wet now." She blushed as Clay laughed out loud. "I say and do the dumbest things around you." She dropped her head against him again and the rain began to pick up.

"I like the things you say." He lifted her face to his, stared at her for a moment, then kissed her. 

She was soft in his arms. He rubbed his hands over her shoulders and back to calm her, sliding his lips against hers. He knew she'd just been through a shock, but couldn't help but tease her lips with his tongue. When she parted her lips, he groaned and stomped on the urge to roll her over on the grass.

Willow sighed and leaned into him, her tongue meeting his and savoring his taste. He smelled like she imagined he would, of the earth and outdoors. His arms were strong and warm around her, and despite the wet and her fear, she didn't want to be anywhere else. She shivered, half from the cold and half from the sudden desire that rose up at Clay's touch.

Clay felt the shiver and forced himself back a little. "Willow, I should put up the tent. We'll get soaked."

"Hmmm? Oh, right." She pulled back as well. "Here, I can help." 

Clay realized he should call Adam first and pulled out his radio; Adam answered immediately. 

"Adam, I found her. Yes, she's fine. Just scared and cold. I think we'll stay here. I have my tent and it's dark and wet enough I don't want to risk either of us slipping on the way back. Yes, tell Ivy she's fine. Thanks, Adam." 

Clay pulled the tent out and started setting it up, handing Willow a bottle of water and waving off her offer to help. The rain was letting up after the brief increase, but he figured they'd both be better off inside it. Nothing like a night in the rain to make a person sick, and he reminded himself to make sure Willow got warm and dry so she didn't get sick. Her clothes were already wet through and he tried not to think about how her shirt clung to her shoulders, her breasts, outlined her waist and hips and...

Willow felt Clay's eyes on her and looked down at herself. Oh, my God. I can't believe this. I'm soaked, I look like I'm in a wet t-shirt contest, my hair probably looks like a bunch of seaweed... The rest was forgotten when Clay snaked an arm around her and kissed her again.

"You have no idea how gorgeous you look," he told her.

She gave a shaky laugh. "You like women who look like drowned rats?"

He chuckled. "You don't look like a drowned rat. Trust me. I see a beautiful woman with clothes that hug her very delicious curves." He ran the tip of his tongue along the line of her neck and she gasped. "A woman who doesn't mind being outdoors, who doesn't mind the rain." He nipped at her earlobe and she jumped in his arms, then shivered again. When she kept shivering, Clay realized she was cold.

"I'm sorry, Willow. God, how stupid. Come on, let's get in the tent and get you out of those clothes." She gaped for a minute before smiling and he was speechless for a moment as the words replayed in his mind.

"I did not...mean that...the way it sounded and oh, man, there is no good way out of this." Clay ran a hand through his hair as Willow failed to stop a laugh.

"Well, at least the rain let up. It's not so bad," she managed between giggles.

"What? Oh yeah. It did. Well, that's helpful. I hope it stays that way."

"Me, too." Willow bit her lip. "It's nice being here with you, even with the rain."

He smiled. "And you. Come on, I was serious about getting you into the tent. And you should change. Ivy sent a shirt with me. And a poncho."

"Okay. You wouldn't have a towel, or something, would you? My hair, I mean." Willow dragged her fingers through the wet locks. "I wouldn't want to get the inside of the tent all wet."

"Here." Clay handed her a couple of bandanas. "Sorry, it's all I've got. Oh, wait." He rummaged and handed her two shirts. One was the one Ivy had sent, the other one of his extras. "That might help."

"It'll be fine, thanks." Willow tried to keep her teeth from chattering, but the cold felt like it had seeped inside her skin. She took the shirts and leaned her head forward, then wrapped one around her hair and squeezed, trying to sop up the water.

I'm a lunatic, Clay thought. She's wet and freezing and trying to get dry and all I can think of is how her skin would taste, wet like that from the rain, the drops running down her shoulders to her... He tried to cut the line of thought off, but it was difficult. He'd never wanted to touch someone the way he wanted to touch her.

x-x-x-x

"Clay?"

"Hmmm?" He blinked and focused on her.

"You, um...you were kind of staring at me. Is something wrong?" Willow balled the t-shirt in her hands and held it against her chest. 

"No, nothing's wrong." He turned back to the tent and busied himself with checking to make sure it was set up properly. 

What is wrong with me that I want to jump him? Willow wondered. I mean I was just sitting here in the rain, my clothes are soaked, I was scared to death and now... Now all she could think of was his arms around her body and his lips locked on hers.

"Okay, there's one thing wrong." Clay's words brought her out of her thoughts.

"What? What is it?"

He smiled at the concern in her voice and came over to her. "It's not exactly wrong, I don't think. It's just that it's all I can do to control myself right now." His voice was low and she swallowed at the sensations it caused in her body. "I would like nothing better than to lay you down right here, under the trees, and make love to you. Rain and all."

"Oh." Willow blinked. "Oh."

"It's all right." He skimmed his knuckles over her cheek. "I've got enough sense to realize now is probably not the best time."

She was silent for a moment, gathering courage. "Well, you did say I should get out of these wet clothes...."




Lost in the Woods



It was Clay's turn to be stunned. "Willow, you don't...I mean, we don't have to...I mean, I want to, but—"

"Clay, we're out here, at night, on Earth Day, surrounded by nature...so maybe that's a sign we should do what comes naturally?" She gave him a nervous smile.

"Well, how can I argue with that? Come here, nature girl."

Willow laughed as he took her in his arms and kissed her, then sighed as the warmth of his body hit hers. She was still cold from the rain, and her clothes were still wet, making her colder yet. As his tongue slid against hers, she tightened her arms around him and pressed closer, seeking more heat.

"You really should get out of those clothes," he murmured, his lips moving restlessly against her neck. 

"Well, why don't you help me?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Clay reached for the hem of her shirt, then stopped. She gave him a puzzled look. "Hold on, forgot something." He went into his pack and unrolled the sleeping bag, then came back to her.

"Nature's great except when it gets into awkward places on your body. So I say we compromise. Outside, but on the sleeping bag."

"Such a considerate man."

"Oh, there's a whole lot of you I intend to consider." He gave her a wicked grin, captured her lips and found the edge of her t-shirt. He broke the kiss only long enough to remove the shirt, then resumed while he worked on unclasping her bra.

He slid the straps down her shoulders and off, nuzzling her neck and shoulders while he did. The feel of her breasts against his shirt was good, but not enough. Willow had the same feeling as she went to remove his shirt as well. They both sighed when skin met skin.

Clay leaned forward, pressing her back until they both lay on the sleeping bag. "You still cold?"

"No, I'm warming up." Willow twined her fingers in his hair and half-pulled him down, half-lifted herself up for a kiss.

Clay tried to think of a clever remark, couldn't, and so concentrated on the kiss. Her lips were soft and supple, and his hands slid up and down her back, reveling in the smooth skin. He left her mouth to trail kisses down her neck, moving her damp hair aside and tugging a little so that she tilted her head, leaving her neck and shoulder open to him.

Willow gasped out a breath as his teeth grazed her skin and her body moved against his in response. He glided his tongue over the pulse in her neck, then sucked gently on the spot. He savored her shudder, and let his hand drift down until he could cup her breast. When she gasped his name, he smiled to himself and captured her lips again. 

He ran his thumb over her nipple. It was already taut and hard, but cold from the rain and so he dipped his head down and took it in his mouth, flicking his tongue over and around it. Willow's soft cry was what he was after, but then he pulled away.

"Better be quiet, sweetheart." He winked at her. "Remember, sound carries." She blushed and he laughed, remembering at the last minute to be quiet himself. "Now, where was I?" he murmured. "Ah, yes."

Willow bit her lip as he resumed teasing her, his mouth and tongue sucking and pulling at her nipple, then she dropped her head back as he moved to the other one. She was torn between wanting to touch him and needing to hold on. For the moment, she held on, waiting her turn to do some touching.

Clay's hand moved further down, along her waist to the curve of her hip where he encountered the jeans she still had on. At first he was frustrated by the obstacle, but then realized it meant more discoveries lay before him. He dragged a finger along her waistline, then unbuttoned her jeans and waited a moment to see what she'd do.

"It's okay." Her voice was a breathless whisper with a hint of teasing. "I should get out of these wet things, right?"

"You are going to drive me crazy," he told her and began tugging at the wet denim, making her giggle until she clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Here, let me." Willow got up on her knees, and half turned away when she remembered she was topless. Clay pulled her back to him as she worked the jeans down, kissing her and moving his hands to help her. The managed to get the jeans down to her knees. At Clay's nudge, she lay back and wiggled out the rest of the way. 

"Your turn," she told him. 

He nodded and drew in a breath as her hand drifted across the front of his jeans. He was hard and the movement of her hand over the material led to thoughts of her hand moving along his bare skin. His erection jumped as she undid the button and zipper. Her hands went to his waistband but then stopped; he opened his eyes to see her biting her lip.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just...." She took a deep breath. "I don't usually do things like this."

"I don't either, if it makes you feel better."

That made her laugh. "In a strange way, I think it does." She paused. "Maybe it's all this fresh air, being out of doors. It must be going to my head."

"Well it's a known fact that outdoor activity does increase one's...appetite." Clay brushed his lips over her forehead. 

"Does it?" Willow's voice was breathy again.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Everyone knows that. And I sure have an appetite for you."

She giggled and then kissed him again. "I'm not the only one that says ridiculous things."

"It might be ridiculous, but it's true." He tunneled one hand into her hair and held her still for another kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as though he'd missed something before. "Now, let's get these off me. Seems terribly unfair for me to still have clothes on."

"It does, doesn't it?" Relaxed now, Willow pushed at his slacks, then laughed again when he took over and kicked them aside.

"Oh, wow." Clay closed his eyes and stretched out along side her, bringing her close so that they touched from knee to chest. "My God, Willow. You feel so good. Why didn't you tell me you felt so good?"

"I didn't know."

"Oh, well then." He moved against her, groaning as his shaft slid along her leg. "Let me show you just how good you can feel."

"I—" Willow couldn't finish as one of his hands moved down and drifted over her thigh. He held it there a moment, moving back and forth in a languorous rhythm, before he began dragging his hand upwards. It was all she could do not to grab his hand and force it higher, torn as she was between wanting his touch and enjoying the teasing. Then his hand was between her legs and his fingers were stroking her sex. 

Clay lowered his head to her chest, his senses reeling from the slick, wet feel of her. He circled and teased her some more with his fingers, every so often nudging the bundle of nerves that made her jump in his arms. She was still except for her hips, rocking in time with his hand. Then she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke, matching his pace. His hips moved with her and he dragged his head back up so that he could find her lips and take them again.

"There is so much else I'd like to do." Clay's lips brushed hers as he spoke. He stilled his hand and in a moment, Willow followed his example and they both caught their breath. "But I think that will have to wait until next time." 

"Oh?" Willow could barely force the syllable out.

"I think I can take time for one thing." Clay smiled before kissing her again and she jumped as his hand resumed its previous rhythm, and soon her hips were rolling to match it. 

Willow felt her muscles tensing, the heat building in her body, and didn't know how much more she could take. His hand moved in slow circles, keeping her on the edge of orgasm. Then he moved from her lips to her neck and locked his lips over the pulse point. The pressure was too much and Willow gave over to the flood of heat that poured through her, whispering his name as she clutched at him.

Clay thought he could have done that for hours, held her in his arms as she shook at his touch, but he had other plans. Plans, he recalled through haze, that included avoiding any natural consequences. "Wait right there," he told Willow.

She gave a quick laugh. "Just where did you think I was going?"

Clay sat up and found his pants, then dug out his wallet and a condom. He rolled it on and settled himself over Willow, taking the time to run his eyes and hands over her first.

"You are prepared, aren't you?" She blushed a little.

"I used to be a Boy Scout. What can I say?" He nuzzled her neck and she clasped her hands around his neck.

He held himself up on his arms, kissing her lips, then her cheek, then tracing a line to her neck. She was so soft, and warm, and he was dying to feel all of that around him, but he refused to hurry. Much.

A few more minutes of it was all he could take; Willow seemed to realize it as she drew her leg up along his and pressed gently, encouraging him. He kissed her, shifted position and thrust inside, stifling a groan as he did. She was as warm and wet as he'd imagined; softer than a summer rain. Her hips lifted to meet his and together they found the pace that was right for them.

I wish I could do this all night. Clay closed his eyes, concentrating on making the feeling last. He felt Willow's fingers drag over his chest, the nails combing through his chest hair and over his nipples, making him gasp. His eyes snapped open and he saw that hers were closed, but she wore a small, satisfied smile. Thinks she's clever, does she? He lowered his head and played his tongue over her neck, pleased when she bit her lip to hold back a moan.

He maintained his pace, but knew he wouldn't last much longer. Deciding it was worth any future discomfort, he murmured to her to hold on and rolled them over and off the sleeping bag.

"Oh." Willow blinked and then looked down at him. "You...the ground must be cold."

"Don't care. Kiss me." He tangled his hands in her hair and tugged her down to him. After a long, thorough kiss, he released her. She straddled him, her eyes half-closed as she moved her hips.

Am I really doing this? Willow couldn't believe she was, but nothing felt wrong. It felt right. She drew in a breath when Clay's hands came up to cup her breasts. A moment later she felt him tense and his hands went to her hips. He thrust up and kept her in place, close to him, and she leaned down to kiss him so that they muffled each other's cries.

They stayed for a moment on the grass, then Clay rolled them back on the sleeping bag. They both laughed when he turned over and Willow brushed off the grass and leaves that had stuck to him. He removed the condom, put it in the plastic bag he carried for trash, and reminded himself to make sure the bag was closed before they returned to the campsite.

"Come on, we'd better get in the tent." He gathered his clothes and the bag and let Willow go in first. There was more laughing and giggling as the two of them tried to fit themselves and their belongings in the small space. At last the sleeping bag was laid out and they were both inside it. 

"I'm so glad you came to find me." Willow snuggled against him, letting the pleasant fatigue wash over her. She covered a yawn.

"I'm sorry you got lost." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I won't let it happen again."

"I know."

x-x-x-x

The next morning, they returned to the campsite. Ivy ran over and hugged Willow so hard the latter wondered if she had any cracked ribs.

"Relax, Ivy. I'm fine."

"I'll bet you are." Ivy looked from Willow to Clay, who averted his eyes but couldn't hide a smile. Ivy grinned. "Nice work."

"Thanks, I think." Willow smiled at Clay as he went over to talk to Adam.

"I want details, lots of details, but it can wait until we go home," Ivy told her. "Come on, there's still coffee if you want some."

"Sound great." Willow stepped over, got some coffee, and then went with Ivy to check on Fern, who seemed in good spirits.

"It's really not so bad," she told them. "The swelling is almost gone and it's not too bad to walk on. I'll have to get to a doctor, just to check it out, but really, it's okay."

Willow was relieved to find it wasn't serious, and promised to lend a hand as they walked out of the park. Ivy also offered to give Fern a ride home. Fern thanked her but said she'd already arranged for her boyfriend to pick her up and would finalize the time later.

Willow noticed that Holly wasn't around, but didn't get a chance to ask about it as she helped Ivy pack up their gear. 

"Hey, you okay?"

She turned and smiled at Clay. "I'm fine, thanks. You okay? Adam's not giving you a hard time?"

He gave her a wicked grin. "He's just jealous." Then he laughed. "No, he's just glad I found you. Any idea how much paperwork is involved in a missing volunteer?"

"Well, I wouldn't want any trees sacrificed on my behalf."

Clay chuckled. "How about we have that date tonight?"

"I don't know." Willow pretended to think. "I wouldn't want you to get tired of me...."

He gave her a mischievous, dark grin. "Like that would happen."

"If you're sure...."

"Willow."

"Kidding." She smiled. "I'd love that."

"We'll work out the details later. Let me get everyone together so we can start back." He gave her hand a quick sqeeze, then began making the rounds of his group, helping everyone pack up and clean up the camp site.

"Where's Holly?" Willow asked Ivy. Before her friend could answer, Holly burst into the campsite.

"I found my phone!" She held it up in triumph.

"That's great, Holly." Clay looked at Willow, then rolled his eyes. "I'm glad you found it."

"It was just over there a ways." She gestured with her hand off to their right. "I don't know how it got there, I must have tossed it out of my bag accidentally. I mean, I looked over there twice. I even got on my knees to look through the leaves."

Willow stared at the ground, nudged Ivy to look as well, and bit her cheek to keep from laughing. Ivy had to turn away to hide her smile.

Holly walked over to her tent and bag, scratching at her arm, then her leg. "I must have been bitten by something. I have been itching like crazy since last night."

Clay came over to Willow and Ivy, who could no longer hide their laughter. 

"Holy three-leaf plants, Batman," Clay murmured.



Lost in The Woods



A collaboration by Sienna and erostorm, edited by Sienna

*

Sienna was driving home towards the sunset through one of the most scenic areas of England, although it did matter to her how beautiful the area was to tourists. To her it was always familiar, being raised in that area from birth. Everything looked the same to her. The distinctive hills, woodlands and small lakes. Infact, she could almost make that same route blindfolded if she needed to from home to the city of Sheffield where she worked and then back again.

The day had been extraordinarily busy. There had been important visitors to the office from various important local industries. There had been too many hands to shake and too many unfamiliar faces. One face, however, stayed in her mind. It was a stranger from the USA, a representative from a Miami based company interested in their specialised products. He was tall and distinctively handsome and his accent turned her on. She liked that smooth sexy southern drawl of his voice. She had heard it many times in the many movies she had watched, but his was in person, standing right there before her that morning. It remained in her mind, but she could not recall his name. 

Her vehicle turned a sharp bend in the road whilst her mind drifted back to that one man. Quickly, she slammed her foot on the brake, a stray sheep had found its way onto the road ahead and the car came to a screeching stop. Lucky that there was no other traffic behind her. Lucky also it was late and most of the main traffic had gone hours before her. She clung to the steering wheel and took a deep breath, thanking whoever the master of the universe was for their thanks and guidance. It scared her because she stupidly allowed her mind to drift. It could have been something more heavy, another vehicle or a hiker. There were so many tourists that time of year and they stopped their vehicles to take pictures in the silliest places.

Regaining her temporary lost confidence in driving she moved on as soon as the old ram decided to find its way down a path. Now she felt tense. Back home there were her children to take care of and the thought of the stranger was still on her mind. Her husband was handsome enough and she adored him, but this stranger was yet to be another Adonis from her fantasies. If only she could experience what her imagination was visualising. Pretend just once that she was single and free.

The drive continued this time more cautious and with a little less speed. She came to a familiar wooded area where often in her past she would take a narrow road up the hillside and be away from prying eyes. There she would take time out to be alone and chill out in the best way she could. A little masturbation play was always relaxing. She had not been there in a while, almost five, maybe six years ago she thought. Now those youthful days had gone. She was now a mature responsible adult, yet those desires to fantasise had never changed.

Coming up to the narrow road on her right, she noticed another car in the distance behind her. Another tourist or anyone not interested in her business perhaps? She turned and took that narrow road which wound through hundreds even thousands of mixed varieties of trees, all in full summer leaf. It was dark, with only a hint of setting sun filtering through them. The darker the better she thought. She had never been scared of the woods, not even at night.

Alec had remembered the lithe blonde from the morning meetings. The image of her folded over a conference table, skirt hiked over what he admired as a lovely ass would not leave his imagination. 

Far from home and seemingly lost, he had driven the rental car along the main road for some time. Lost in reverie about that woman, his mind was frustrated, he had managed to screw himself up with directions and found himself far from town. Looking for some indication to where he was he noticed a car in the distance ahead. Driving on the wrong side of the road, on the wrong side of the car, he had completely given up knowing where he was. Shrugging to himself, he decided to close up on the car ahead and then turned to follow where he had thought the car had gone. Almost immediately, he thought it a wrong turn once again. The road obviously headed into a wood. Not leading to a house as far as he had hoped. He drove slowly, looking out for the car he supposedly followed. The stoney road was narrow, long and winding obviously leading him somewhere so far, and it was getting darker.

Soon she reached that one open space, enough space to park and turn her car. Nobody knew she was there. It was quiet and when she silenced the engine a wave of calm swept through her. Now and then the sound of a crow would break that silence.

Letting both hands free of the steering wheel she grasped both hands together and eased back into the seat. Her hands hitched up her black skirt and along the inside of her thighs to the tops of her flesh coloured stockings. There was a feeling of warmth not only in her groin, but throughout her body. This was it. She was ready to take the plunge and do it. Make herself feel good, all by herself, with only her imagination to play with.

She reclined the seat further back and thought. Last time she wore less important clothes. She was in her business uniform now. Black jacket and skirt with a white blouse. Not exactly dressed for fun, even though it was by herself. The skirt had to come off, the jacket too. She removed them in haste and left them on the passenger seat beside her. The only items of clothing now were her stockings, black suspender belt and matching thong below. On top, her blouse and black bra. She did not want to go too far in making herself comfortable, after all it was going to just take maybe fifteen or thirty minutes at best for her to reach satisfaction and contentment. Anyhow, the only thoughts she had in her mind was feeling good and thinking about the handsome stranger. How they would make love and both enjoy it. It did not matter if he disliked her. Although his smile did indicate some liking towards her.

She slowly placed her fingers into her thong, feeling the neat trim of her pubic mound and the heat that emanated from her damp yOni. She had already been thinking naughty thoughts, and her labia was wet and sticky has she parted them. One finger touched her clitoris and sent a wave of sensitivity through her body, making her take deep breaths. She paused to taste herself on her finger and make it more moist, then returned it to her nub, keeping her lips apart on one side with the other finger. Her scent filled the air. It had been a busy day and her juices had already become fragrantly stagnant. She was raw and ready to proceed, slowly using her finger to part and tenderly stroke between her inner lips, touching her clitoris so sensitive on the upward stroke. Too early yet to enter her vagina. She wanted this to be almost perfect, enjoyable and in time with her imagination has she breathed long deep breaths with her eyes closed.

Sienna began to enjoy her soft gentle play. Fingers now delving into her vagina. Not one, not two, but three fingers has she become wider. More clothing had to be removed, more comfort was demanded. Nobody would know she was there, alone in those woods.

Slowing the rental car, he suddenly came upon a clearing. There, turned slightly from the road, was the car he had followed. He approached the driver's side, there appeared to be nobody in the car at first. Then righting himself, and remembering for the umpteenth time that the driver's side was opposite the norm back home, he changed direction and headed to the proper side of the vehicle. The rental car was virtually silent, the smoothest engine he had ever had during many a trip to Europe. He just had to have one back home, he thought. And then, he noticed her. He could not help watching her, undisturbed in her act of impending sexual pleasure. "Fuck" he whispered to himself. It was the very same blonde he had just been thinking of.

The restraining suspender belt was removed and then her blouse opened so she could feel and pull on her aroused nipples, pulling down the cups of her bra. The very thought of being naked crossed her mind, but still she continued with caution.

With each delving of her fingers she scooped out her cream, licking it, tasting herself. If only she had her vibrator to enhance the sensations. It had to be finger play all the way, just like the days before she had discovered the many sex toys she had collected to date.

Eyes closed, pulling and twisting on her nipple and smoothing her g-spot within her sex, she was ready to ride her first orgasmic peak. She moaned and twisted her body slightly, now pulling aside her thong to get a much better access as the release dribbled between her buttocks. There was more to be had. In her imagination, that stranger was fucking her, filling her with his hardness and pumping her. She began to jerk on her fingers as if it felt so real, riding her orgasms.

There he was, watching this woman perform the most intimate of rituals without invitation. His slacks had been stressed across the front by his burgeoning manhood at the sight of her. With one last admiring glance, he turned to leave. And that's when a large branch cracked under foot. Cringing, he knew he had been found out.

Suddenly there was a noise. A crack from a fallen rotting branch and there was the embodiment of her fantasy as if he had materialised from nowhere. Still trembling and yet amazed with disbelief at the same time she stared at him, stood watching her. She noticed the rental car parked beside hers has he lifted his hands in an apologetic manner. As the car door opened, He frantically tried to ready an apology that would suit his transgression. Turning his head, he could already see the woman, Sienna? He thought her name was, gathering herself in the car. Ready to accost him for being a boorish sot, no doubt.

"I'm sorry, I think I got lost. I didn't know it was you." He explained. "And, I didn't mean to disturb you. I thought this was a path to some house where I could ask directions. I never realised this country could have so much desolate areas. Honest, believe me. I didn't even know the car I followed was yours."

Sienna got out of the car, grabbing her skirt and covering the lower half of her body the best she could. He could clearly see she was annoyed, maybe in shock. He knew exactly what she had been doing. He could not even believe it was the sexy little blonde host from the factory premises he had been to visit.

She looked at him and seemed to recover her demeanour quickly. "It's fine. Not your fault. Obviously you got lost," she raised a smile, and obviously embarrassed. She covered her exposed breasts with the cups of her bra, realising her still aroused nipples were in view of his gaze. "May I ask where you are going?"

"Er, yes... back to my hotel. The Hilton in Manchester. I took a different route this morning. This way back is more desolate. The signs more confusing... and I am so pleased I found you."

"Why?"...

Very quickly the stranger had to find an answer. "Because I'd be lost out here at night." The dark was closing in fast, and it seemed so obvious an answer. "I can follow you back to civilisation and get back to my hotel. I have a very busy day ahead of me." 

Sienna thought to herself, and his answer seemed reasonable, but what impressed her more was the fact he was staying at The Hilton and that was way beyond what she could have dreamed of. Not everyone gets the chance to stay in such a luxurious hotel. She leaned against the car and giggled at him. He was not sure why. Was his reason acceptable? He had caught her in a very vulnerable situation and it was not every day you found a sexy blonde masturbating in a forest kilometres from anywhere. He noticed her smiling to herself mischievously.

"What is it?" he asked, "What do you find funny?"

"You caught me half naked," she replied.

"Yeah. Not only half naked Miss, but doing other things too." She still had that grin on her face that told him he was being flirted at. He felt generous for that too. She was certainly what he had hoped to bump into during his visit to the UK. But, she was as much a stranger to him as he was to her. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yes. I think I do." She said with a reassuring smile. That was what he wanted to hear.

"Ok then. So, you don't mind me following you into town? Wherever it is."

"I need to call my husband and tell him I'll be late. Unexpected business."

He returned to his rental car watching her get dressed. He desired more than just to be guided back to town. He wanted her, full stop, but then he noted she was married and that got him thinking. His plan was to entertain her all night into the early hours of the morning, even if that meant breakfast time. He watched has she called someone on her cell phone until she came over to him.

"You have to follow me closely, especially when we reach the busy city, Ok?"

"That's no problem Miss. Thing is, do I have your company all evening? I'd like to show you my gratitude for helping me."

Sienna grinned again. "You have me for as long as it takes."

There was that mischievous twinkle again in her eyes. For as long as it takes? He wondered to himself, what did THAT mean? She's married, he pondered. He was again reminded of the turgid state of things. I'll be stroking you later to the thought of her nakedness, if nothing else. "Okay... that's NOT helping" he caught himself blurting aloud.

"Beg pardon?" she called to him before getting into her car.

"Oh, um, nothing" he fumbled. Turning his head before the blush in his cheeks could be detected. 

"Alright then," she replied. "Now don't forget to stick close to my rear. I'll guide you home." She grinned from ear to ear. Are you kidding me? He thought. Surely she knew what she was doing? Flirting was one thing. This was damn near an invitation. At least he hoped. As they turned their cars about and headed out the way in. He thought he noticed her glancing in the rear view mirror. Often. Having a look, are we, he mused. Lovely.

Arriving, eventually at the valet parking, they both dropped their keys with the attendant and headed in. Nearly dark, there was no way dinner reservations would be available at the Podium. Pity, he'd thought to ply her with Cheshire beef. A local favourite. "Care for a drink?" he proffered. "Absolutely" came her enthusiastic reply.

Finding a secluded table, the waitress arrived before conversation started. "Vodka martini" he said. 

"Screaming Orgasm" she beamed. The twinkle in her eye never more obvious. He grinned a hopeful grin back at her as the waitress departed the table. "Tourists" she muttered under her breath, still grinning from ear to ear.

The decor was stylish. Fortunately, they were both still in professional attire. 

"Impressive" Sienna leaned in. "I certainly could never afford to stay in a hotel like this."

"Yes, well," he began, "expense account. I've a fairly liberal account with the company when I'm on international travel. The dollar is taking quite a beating these days" rolling his eyes. "So, do you often find yourself in the woods? Taking your clothes off and, um, answering Mother Nature's urges?"

"Why are YOU blushing?" Sienna asked, "I'm sorry, what was your name?" she teased. She knew full well his name, where he was staying. Even the fact that he'd upgraded on arrival to the King Executive Suite.

"Alec" he replied, lowering his eyes. "Alec Bradley"

"Well, Alec Bradley" she began, reaching for his hand, "it's not nice to fool Mother Nature. Haven't you ever heard?" Her shoe making contact with his leg. Slowly sliding under the hem of his pant leg. Just then the waitress returned with the drinks. Lifting her glass, Sienna asks, "What shall we toast?"

"Getting lost in the woods." Alec replied.

Two rounds of drinks later and a lot of teasing exchanges, Alec has finally relaxed enough to ask, "You know, the King Executive Suite has an amazing view of the city. Care to see? If public nudity is your bag, you'll love this vantage point my suite has."

With a wink, he takes Sienna by the hand. Nods to the waitress as they leave to add the total to his bill, and not forgetting to admire her long slim legs, he heads for the Suite elevators. As they reach the elevators, Alec stops and in mock horror asks, "Wait! Sienna, aren't you married? Are you sure you want to come to a young man's suite alone?" The grin has now transferred to HIS face. As the lift door slides silently open and they enter alone, Sienna leans forward into Alec's chest. Lifting her face to his, their lips touch, then melt together. His arms around her waist, the passion erupts right there in the lift car. Barely 30 seconds to raise 20 floors and the doors open to the private suites floor.

Lifting Sienna into his arms, Alec carries her to the door of The King Executive Suite. "Nice" she admires as the door opens into a vast room with wall to ceiling windows on the far side. A large flat screen TV occupies one wall and the bed occupies the opposite. Several plush chairs litter the space between as well as a coffee table. Arranged meeting style. The luxurious furniture looks comfy enough. But the attraction is the king sized bed against the wall. Setting Sienna down on it, Alec collapses next to her. They both smile at each other has he begins to unfasten her white blouse. She removes her jacket to help him has their lips meet, slowly gathering into a tongue playing passionate kiss.

Alec placed his hand over her bra and felt her aroused nipple through the material. Just feeling was no good. He had to see and kiss both. Sienna obliged once her shirt buttons were opened, breaking the kiss and sliding it from her shoulders. He did his one hand trick which he was well known for, opening the bra clasps and pulling the garment free.

He leaned in towards her pert breasts. Despite having two children, Sienna had kept herself fit. His tongue could not resist a lick upon her pink nipples as if it was nature, like a babe wanting to suckle. And, the feel of his playing tongue made her more and more aroused. The tingles traversed from each breast he mouthed to her groin, releasing more of her liquid love. This man she so desired was now beginning to give her what she wanted. Her hand slipped from his shoulder and over his back to his hips. She felt his groin and discovered exactly what she had expected. Inside his pants, his cock was hard. He was actually bigger than she had expected. Reacting to her touch, Alec cupped each breast in turn and suckled, kissed and bit gently, making her quiver with lust and excitement.

His hand soon found the hem of her skirt and he tried to tug on it, for her to lie down so he could get closer to his goal. But, she decided that things had to stop there for now.

Slowly, she indicated for him to calm down. "Let's take it slowly" she whispered. "This moment I want to be special. Let's share the spa in the bathroom. I believe they are quite good." In other words, she did not feel comfortable yet before she had freshened up. She was a proud woman and if this night was going to be special and above all romantic, then that was how it would be. "Why not order some bubbly?" she suggested.

Alec understood and smiled. "Another well deserved luxury for the expense account."

While Alec called for room service on the phone, he began to strip himself naked. His manhood hard and throbbing, he could hardly wait. Sienna in the mean time had disappeared to the bathroom to fill up the spa. It was a square shaped bath with soft rubber seating in each corner, large enough to take four persons if required. Alec politely knocked on the door. "Room service is bringing up the champers. Are you ready yet?"




Lost in The Woods



Sienna called back through the locked bathroom door. "Not quite. You have to get it, remember, from the room service people first. Besides, I'm using the toilet."

"Of course, sorry." Alec remembered that some ladies needed time before dashing into pure animal sex. He had been in the UK for a while now and his urges had taken over too strongly. She was the first in a long while it seemed, and Sienna could tell that. She also knew he had something she wanted badly. Not just the sex, orgasmic relief, or little if not a lot of romance. She wanted his cum, to taste, to play with and to swallow.

Room service arrived. Alec hid behind the door has the girl entered with a trolley. On it was the usual bucket of ice and the most expensive Moet in its distinctive bottle, already opened. Two glasses stood together on a tray with an assortment of nuts and fruit in a triple stack bowl. The girl looked back, noticing Alec, just head and shoulders. "Oh? I'm so sorry Sir, I'll leave it to you..."

"Yes, please, but take this with you" Alec said, pushing the door closed and stepping out from behind. The girl stopped dead in her tracks and stared as the naked man padded across the room to the bedside table. Alec could feel her eyes on his ass as he moved away. He scribbled a quick note on a pad of paper then tore of a sheet folding it neatly. What was she, 22, 23 years old? Maybe a student. No rings, so she was not married. Almost guaranteed she didn't have anything like him at home. Having the courtesy to grab a pillow and cover himself in the front before turning around and walked over, handing the note to the girl. She stared, wide eyed at him without ever realizing he was handing her something. "Take this to your Concierge." He began. "Have everything on this list back here and displayed as I have specified on this note in 20 minutes, and there's an extra 100 pound note in it for you. Do you understand?" The girl nodded vacantly. He searched her blouse for her name tag, "Sharon, is it?" snapping her out of her reverie and sending her toward the door. Almost knocking herself in the head trying to open it. "That's a good girl", he spoke softly.

Discarding the pillow back onto the bed, Alec pushed the room service tray to the bathroom door and knocked. Fearful that Sienna might still be on the "loo", he waited a few moments, before slowly opening the door. 

To his happy surprise, she was already in the spa. A giant hotel sponge in her hand, lavender bath gel set upon the edge of the spa, about to begin bathing. A plush hotel robe laid over the edge also. Dimming the overhead lights, Alec pushed the cart fully into the bathroom, and held up a finger to her impending complaint. "No. We'll have none of that. I'll take this," he insisted, taking the sponge from her hand. Reaching to the cart, Alec lifted a glass of champagne and handed the glass to her. Picking up the other, he turned and reached to toast again. "The woods" he said as they clinked glasses. 

"You're going to have to come up with a new toast if we're going to have more to drink," Sienna smirked. 

"Fair enough." he replied, before sipping his champagne. The dimmed lighting shone on Sienna's face. "My God, you're beautiful" he complimented. 

"You know, you're already going to get the girl." Sienna quipped with a great grin.

Setting his glass back on the cart, Alec plunged the sponge into the churning spa. "I wonder how many guests actually use this as a bath." he mused. 

"I don't care." Sienna replied. "I need to be rid of the day's wear and tear. Besides, I'm more pliable when I'm squeaky clean." 

"Well, let's get to it, shall we?" he asked rhetorically? Alec began at the waterline. As Sienna lounged in the spa, champagne glass in hand and eyes closed. Alec began bathing her. Cleansing strokes from her stomach up between her perky breasts. A kiss at the base of her neck as he followed her shoulder and down onto her arm, leaving trails of soapy scented lather. Down and then up and across to the other arm, as he shifted his head to the other side, kissing her neck there as well. Bathing her, he filed away mental images of her body.

She WAS beautiful. More beautiful than he had remembered from earlier in the day even. Reality superseding imagination, he was enchanted. And he knew it. His kisses not wasted, he noted, that her nipples were rock hard. He wondered if his strokes were having the same affect all over.

His answer came quickly. Turning her head Sienna reached for his face tenderly and leaned into him. Their lips connecting with a spark and the touch of her fingertips on his face was simply electric. Their tongues danced together. Lifting the embrace with a final lick of his lips. The moment lingered. Soon, she sat forward, that he might bathe her back.

"Get in" she finally insisted, making way for him to get into the warm soothing water. She could see the effect on him. She admired his cock as he spread his legs to get in. Lifting himself into the tub, Alec's manhood passed near enough to touch, but she refrained. Sliding himself in the adjacent seat, he reached for his champagne glass, thankful that he'd pushed the cart close enough. Picking up the bottle next, he refilled Sienna's glass before his own. He admired her breasts as he drank. Dark pink areola and the perkiest of nipples he had ever seen before. Sienna's eyes sparkled in what little light there was. 

"Shall I wash you now?" she coyly asked, brandishing the sponge. Alec could see a playfulness rising in his companion, as Sienna could see something rising on Alec. "Or better yet..." she set her glass down on the edge. Sienna could see Alec's turgid cock under the water. Her clit drummed at the sight. The sensation, combined with the roiling spa water urged her on. The jet closest to her caught her yOni wide open as she moved; causing a tremble that was noticeable.

Sliding in front of Alec, Sienna spread her thighs and straddled him as she sat down on his lap. Her outer lips enveloping his shaft as she pulled herself right up to him. Wrapping around him as she began to slide up and down his length. Never reaching the top, her pearl rubbed deliciously against his hard cock. She leaned back just enough to allow Alec's mouth to capture a nipple and suckle gently as he moaned. Her sweetness massaged the length of his throbbing manhood. Her soft whimpers joining the soundtrack that was becoming the evening's music. Suddenly, Sienna pulled away with a wink and reached for the champagne bottle. Forsaking her feminine manners for a moment, she topped off both glasses once more, before tipping her head back and draining the rest of the bottle, filling her mouth with the bubbly concoction. She dropped the empty bottle into the spa to float about for a moment, then reached to Alec's hips, lifted, lowering her head to his emerging cock and slid his purpled head between tightly closed lips, taking him into her champagne filled mouth, over the head and rim of his cock.

Deep throat was her speciality, it came so natural to her and her love of man cum. She began to run her tongue around and under the rim of his manhood before swallowing as much of his length as possible in one motion, the champagne eventually running out of her mouth, but having created a mini spa for his cock for a short while. To Alec, it felt like heaven. Lifting her lips to his, Alec said with a great grin, "Proud of yourself, aren't you?" 

Sienna whispered her reply; "A preview", she said, before sliding her hips back up to capture his cock in their desperate grasp. Riding up and down yet again, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as their kiss deepened again. Neither knew how long their embrace had lasted when they were awakened from their world by a light tap on the bathroom door. 

"Mr. Bradley..... We're all finished here", came the tiny distinctive Mancunian voice from the other side. Sienna looked at Alec with a bewildering frown.

"Thank you Sharon" echoed his reply.

Leaning back a bit, Sienna's confusion was obvious. "Sharon is it? On a first name basis with the staff are we darling?" she teased. 

Pointing to his left breast, "Name tag," he made his reply. 

"Uh huh", she chortled, rolling her eyes. "Finished doing what?" she asked. But his reply came when he pulled her close, pressing his tongue into her mouth again. Her exasperated sigh ended the question. For the time being. But, after a few more moments in their embrace, even his curiosity grew to overwhelming status.

"Let's go and see" he said. Rising to her feet, Sienna braced herself on the edge and started to get out. Quickly, Alec joined her, emerging quickly so as to be between her and the door. Holding her robe open so she could put it on, he deliberately blocked her way while he too donned one of the plush burgundy garments. Neither bothering to actually dry off before he reached for the door, opening it to another world.

Sienna followed Alec into the suite to find the room ablaze in candlelight. What seemed like hundreds of multi-wick column candles of several sizes and heights shone brightly. The carpeted floor now covered in white and red rose petals. On the coffee table stood another ice bucket with another bottle of Moet, with two new glasses. On the king sized bed were strewn chocolates and on the pillows, a single white and a single red long stemmed rose. The city lights shone out the floor to ceiling windows. A thousand pounds well spent in total he thought to himself. Turning to see Sienna beaming at him, his arm reached around her waist, pulling her to him. "I believe you said something about romance?" They were the last actual words he would say for a while. Sienna on her tiptoes to reach his mouth with hers.

The long kiss seemed to go on forever and Sienna loved every second that passed. Alec did not kiss like any other man she had kissed before. She knew he was a charmer and now it was quite clear to her that he was no stranger to love either. He was about to say something, but she placed a finger onto his lips. "Shhhh. Say nothing darling. I am going to make this the most memorable night you have had in all your life." Alec raised his eye brows in a gestured reply. She opened his robe and ran her fingers over his neck and across his chest, making his nipples tingle with her delightful and gentle touch. Then Sienna began to nibble and lick each of his nipples in turn has she stared up at him. Nobody had ever really done that to him before, he thought to himself. The feel made him vibrate with passion and he gave out a moan of approval. Now she was all his to play with has she planned.

She removed her robe completely and stepped back to admire her one night lover. He was exactly what she had imagined and most important of all was his manhood. It pleased her inside during the playful teasing in the spa. It was sensational in every way. The way it slightly curved upward and the smooth dominant glans that touched her most sensitive spot inside. When it came to men, regarding his cock, he had passed with distinction. Once again he was about to say something and she gestured for him to remain silent. He wanted to say how honoured he was to have such a beautiful woman with him for company and the obvious appraisal of how horny she made him. She already knew these things. He was hard and ready.

Sienna gently dropped to her knees face to smooth head of his cock. He admired the way she looked at it, as if in silent praise and observation, a smile on her face. Then she looked up at him, resting her buttocks on her calves. "Do you know what I'm going to do now Mister Bradley?" she asked. He coughed and returned a smile. "I am going to give you the best oral sex you have ever had. Do you believe me?" He wondered for a few seconds. Was this part of being romantic? He thought.

No sooner had she spoken she began to slowly swallow his length. He watched every inch disappear as she took him deeper into her throat, deeper than she had done in the spa. He gasped and placed his hands on her head has she looked back at him. He felt the warmth of her mouth clasped around him and the gentle sucking sent tingles to his groin like a thousand electric sparks. She bared down further onto him, gagging slightly as if she wanted all of him and then released him, gripping his manhood firmly, covered in a mixture of saliva and his own precum. "Did you like that?" She asked. He was in a daze, already he was half cumming, she had given him the sensation of a short soothing orgasm and he wanted more. One hand on her dark blonde hair, all that he could do was pull on it. To Sienna it felt good. That moment of roughness she could handle told her that he wanted more badly.

His cock reacted exactly like all other men has she took him into her throat repeatedly, twisting and stroking with her fingers grip. Her eyes looked up at him and she could see his eyes closed tightly has he moaned for more, not wanting this cock massage to end. His mind was going blank with those sensations, enhanced by her soft fingers playing with his testicles within their swollen sack. She could feel him quivering, his cock throbbing, but he would not give up so easily it seemed. This man could hold back and enjoy every bit of the ride she was giving him. That was good, she thought. Atleast he was enjoying it to the full. That was until he could hold back no more. She tapped his glans against her tongue has he looked down at her. That was it. The feel and sight was too much for him to take. He began to release his hot creamy loads of cum in four huge spurts has he cried out, almost screaming with ecstasy. One load landed on her cheek, the next three, guiding his aim, straight into her begging mouth. "Oh fuck..." he kept on repeating, pulling her hair even harder. "I can't believe you are doing this. You're fucking magic."

To Sienna it was magic. She could taste his cum and enjoyed the feel of it running down her throat. It was thick and consistent, a taste slightly saltier than expected, but still it was his and she had no doubts that it was what she desired. He kept on cumming has she sucked on him gently, feeling his long orgasmic quiver has she held onto his thigh, still stroking. Once more he went silent, and obviously words could not express how he felt. Never before had he experienced an orgasm like it. It was not one huge climax, but the way she administered it from start to finish made him feel good. It seemed to him that she was some kind of expertise in these sexual matters of pleasuring men. Was this the ultimate in oral sex? He thought. 

He began to relax and his cock went limp has Sienna continued to take him in her mouth, clearing every drop of cum from him. He eased back against one of the backs of the plush armchairs and gathered his breath. "I think we should have a drink. Now that was something I need to celebrate."

"Why of course." Sienna rose to her feet and reached up to kiss him. He held her tightly and he could taste himself on her tongue. It tasted pleasant. Well, on this occasion atleast. He noticed the white blob of spunk on her cheek and smiled has it begun to dribble onto her chest. It seemed romantic enough to gather most of it up onto his finger and offer it to her. She closed her eyes, taking it onto her tongue and offered to share it in another kiss.

This time it tasted much better has their lips and tongues embraced. He lifted her off the petal covered floor to make that kiss more passionate has Sienna held onto him, arms tight around his neck and shoulders. The feel of those aroused dark pink nipples making contact. Skin to skin. The night was certainly not over yet. He and no doubt she had more playtimes in store. Besides, he wanted to taste her so badly. Something he had been denied earlier, so turned on by her distinctive feminine scent.

"Guess what I'm going to do with you." He whispered in her ear, whilst licking the gold studded lobe with his tongue. It made her tighten up against him. He immediately knew he had found atleast one of her erogenous zones.

"What are you going to do with me?" She smiled and looked at him with a wink of an eye. Her cheek still glistening with his cum. He refused to answer and smiled with a wink also. He pulled her head closer to his, licked her face of the remnants of his cum and once more they locked lips and tongues in a deep kiss.

Again, their kiss seemed unending. Kissing Sienna made his whole body tingle. And it definitely encouraged his manhood to attention. Her tongue danced over his. He returned the tango in kind. Duelling with her tongue. Carrying her to the bed, Alec laid Sienna there, brushing what chocolates he could reach onto the floor. Laying there in the candlelight, nothing else existed in the world. He started kissing her breasts. Slowly but feverishly licking each mound. Paying particular attention to her dark rigid nipples. She stroked his cock at first, before moving her hands to his head, pulling him to her. Sienna writhed as he nibbled each hard nipple. Playfully licking, Alec began a trail with his tongue, down her stomach to the smooth white skin between her thighs. Sienna lifted her legs high and parted her them. She was as anxious for him, has he was to taste her sacred folds.

Playing with her outer lips, has he settles between her thighs, his fingers part her. The tip of his tongue plying apart her guardian flesh to find the firm pulsing button within. Closing his lips on her bud, Alec begins to press the delicate trigger that completely dominates her focus. Round and round, his tongue plays this pearl like an instrument. Each pass bringing Sienna a pulse of intense pleasure. Breathing deeply, she reaches for his head, holding him in place unable and not wanting him to move, desperate not to lose the feeling. Alec's fingers probe between her thighs. Following the trail of nectar that leaks from her. Sliding lubricated fingers inside. Gently finding her g-spot. But lingering there briefly for a while. He does not want a quick end. His tongue delving into her heat. Withdrawing with delicate strings of pearlescence, before diving gently back to trap his warm breath on her. Her soft moans became his reward.

Sienna's hips writhing in ecstasy as his tongue brings her close, then relents. He will have her climax. But, it will come with his cock coring her. "Not yet, my love". He whispers. His hands now reach for her perfect breasts, kneading the fleshy mounds. Pinching her nipples and rubbing them with his thumbs. Sienna grasps one hand and lifts his index finger to her mouth, sucking on it greedily. A reminder of the magical oral gifts she bestowed. Alec's cock grows even harder at the not-so-subtle reminder. Lifting a leg with his one unoccupied hand, Alec's tongue dips into her rosebud. Tracing ever narrowing circles to her anus. Tickling her there for a moment, before sliding through her slit. Gathering her dew on his tongue, then finding her clit again. Time and time again, he repeats this path, only to relent before Sienna can reach a regular pattern of orgasm.

Alec rolls onto his back, taking Sienna with him. Her body easily manipulated, He slides beneath her on the bed, grasping her buttocks with both hands and driving his tongue straight up into her dripping yOni. Tasting her juice and staring into her eyes above him. Her hands to her breasts, she squeezes gently, pinching and pulling at her nipples, before sliding her hips off of his face. Her moisture on his lips and chin as she bends to taste his mouth. The head of Alec's throbbing cock, now aimed directly at her aching sex. Sienna slides down his body. Inches away, the two poised to do exquisite battle. The candlelight casting beautiful light on the lovers. Sienna's whimpers filling Alec's ears. "I want you so bad." She whispers. Was this a sign that she was ready? Had he teased her enough?




Lost in The Woods



She began to enjoy Alec's teasing foreplay. It had been a long time since anyone did what he did. She was used to riding orgasm after orgasm until she could take no more. Alec had rejuvenated things the way they used to be. Sienna licked and kissed Alec's neck voraciously has his manhood, hard and ready, poised between her moistened inner lips. Wait! She thought. Did it matter what mess she made in his hotel suite? She wanted to be remembered by him, not just for sex, but how mischievous she was also. They would one day meet again no doubt.

She clambered from the bed and left Alec wondering, has she made her way to the champagne. He watched her, noticing the full scale of her rear in more detail. He was not bothered and just waited admiring the sight has she poured out a glass and tasted it. In that time, he began to compare with other women he had the pleasure of within in his past. She was now teasing him and there was more to come.

He leaned up on his elbows watching her return to the bed. Glass in one hand, bottle in the other. "You said you wanted bubbly I believe?" she asked, winking and grinning. "I agree with you. Time for a drink I think, Mister Bradley". He shrugged his shoulders in reply. He saw no reason not to, although he was ready to fuck the living daylight out of her personally.

Sienna knelt on the bed between his thighs and handed him the glass of champagne. "Where's your glass?" he asked. No sooner had he asked, she tipped the bottle, slowly pouring some of the contents onto his hard cock resting against his belly. "Holy shit!!!" His exclamation was confirmation of how cold the champagne was. She stopped pouring and smiled. The shock had instantly turned him slightly flaccid, but not for long.

Alec watched on has Sienna took him into her grip once more. Slowly, again he was subjected to more deep throat treatment. He moaned has his manhood begun to resuscitate its hardness between lips and tongue, urged on by her fingertip touching strokes. Something deep inside told him that this woman loved more than a fair offering of giving oral sex. She was addicted to it. Probably starved of it. But, who cares? It was heaven.

The fact was; she loved giving as much as receiving. This was just the start. Again, she paused to pour more of the champagne over his cock. This time he was used to the cold and the over sensitive feelings were more towards her oral actions. Her share of the champagne was licked up from his shaft has she poured, and the surplus from his balls and anal pit before it soaked into the bed sheet. Alec did not object. This was new to him, and kept him on edge, has he felt and watched. Her eyes gazed up to every moan he made. The more he reacted the more she felt his satisfaction.

Soon enough, the bottle was nearly empty. She wanted some saving until later and returned it to the bucket. Alec did not expect her to stop so close to his climax. Already he was quivering and shaking. Quickly she ran back to the bed and her waiting man, straddled his thighs and guided him into her with her fingers. She did not want him to cum yet, and allowed him to settle. What she wanted was control. Alec could feel the warmth of her yOni tightening around him. He wanted to jerk, but she held him by his shoulders and whispered; "Shhhh, not yet my love. Be patient."

Alec's breathing began to return to normal during their long and passionate kiss. He opened his eyes only to see her gentle smiling face and feel her hand brushing through his soft hair. Slowly and steadily she began to move her hips in short rhythms. Her sex tightening even more around his full erection inside of her. Already Alec felt a certain contentment, has she increased her rhythm slowly until they both began to moan in sync with each other. They had found a natural and increasing harmony between themselves. She could feel his glans touching her g-spot, each stroke within making her want more, but in her time and at her pace.

Those orgasms he had denied her during oral sex had begun to make her move faster and she began to ride each one, coating him with her creamy love juices. Alec could feel her moistened warmth inside, making it feel easier to thrust upwards, meeting her rhythm. Each time she came, she gave a jerking quiver and long sighs and then continued until the next. Soon they were pounding, faster and faster, the room filled with the sound of skin to skin impact and the slush of sex, until Alec could hold back no more. He had no time to withdraw and Sienna felt the warm gush of his release within her. It did not matter. He was still hard and she wanted more. "Don't stop..." she almost pleaded with him between moans and fast intakes of breath. He looked up at her and her eyes opened wide. Suddenly, she fell onto him, holding him by his shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh has she almost screamed and quivered. "Fuck, oh fuck..." she gasped into his ear. He could feel a combination of pain and orgasmic pleasure has she breathed deeply. Sienna was in the thrall of her climax, the ultimate that rendered her depleted with total ecstatic tingles throughout every single nerve ending. Alec could do nothing but to embrace her, hold her tight and close to him. 

Sienna's crescendo did not pass quickly. Holding her tightly, he found her lips. Moans and mild expletives whispered into their kiss as she rose to the highest point of her orgasm. Her body trembled uncontrollably and he held her tighter. A tear fell on his cheek. Hers, he suspected at first, but then discovered his own emotion had overtaken him. This woman had touched him deeply and all he could do for her now was hold on. He felt inadequate to her needs. Slowly, she recovered. Looking deep into each other's tear filled eyes, they shared the moment. He could still feel her hot canal clenching around him. What there was left of him, anyway, after coating her insides with his warm seed. He could not recall a more intense orgasm. The memories of Sienna's talented mouth floated through his mind. Threatening to raise his staff yet again.

"I'll need to go soon." she whispered. She kissed him gently but fervently on the mouth, chin and cheek. He returned her tenderness by kissing her face, her eyes, her nose. Trying to kiss away the salty tears. Their bodies bonded together on the bed. Neither wanting to move. Reaching blindly, Alec had had a moment of inspiration. He'd found his target and gently stroked Sienna's spine with the white rose. She shivered at the softness of the petals on her back, giving out a moan of approval mixed with a contented smile. Regaining her senses, she reached to unwrap a chocolate. One of the few remaining on the bed. Placing it between her lips, she lowered her mouth to his. They shared the sweet with lips, tongue and teeth, consuming it. The least of the treats they had shared that night. Suckling at the candy, her eyes opened wide and stared at this man. This talented and generous lover. She wondered to herself how soon they could return to this place, if at all. Or another location perhaps? But she knew she had to have him again. She hoped that he would feel the same. That he would not return to the states and turn his back. Her marriage was sound. Her children her entire world, but this man had happened along and found a need. One that she had not known was there. A special want and desire that perhaps would never again be filled like that night. But, she was willing to find out.

Alec stared up into huge hazel eyes and wondered how often he could get away to England to see her. What would the next chapter in this newly discovered relationship bring? She was a tender and generous lover and he wanted to hide her away from the world. Stay here in this room forever. Not break the spell. It was folly, of course. She was married with a family. He had his obligations. Would it ever be more than this one night? He certainly hoped there would be another time. And he wondered how they would arrange it.

"We'll find a way" Sienna offered, reading his mind. And with that, their lips touched again, and melted as one. 



Lost in the Woods



This is the tale of Lane and how she lost herself in the woods. Lost herself, but found who she really was. The tale goes a little something like this.

Lane woke up early that day. She pulled her arms out from under her covers, stretching her muscles to get the blood flowing. She lifted her eye mask from her vivid blue eyes, rubbing away the sleep and waking up a little more. The early sunlight streamed in through her curtains and fell in a yellow rectangle across her bed. She glanced down at her large well rounded breasts which had popped out from below the covers during her stretch. Her dark pink nipples were hard. She reached down to pinch them lightly and immediately felt a twinge of desire between her thighs. She continued to pull, and pinch, and progressed to massaging her breasts together and apart. She could feel herself getting damp. Slowly she began to slide her right hand down her slender stomach. She thought to herself "Alarm hasn't gone off yet, I have a little time to take care of things." Just as her fingers reached her clit, with an electric jolt through her body... "Beep beep beep" went the alarm. With a quick curse in her head she jumped out of bed and began to get ready.

It was the first day of summer break and she was rearing and ready to go on her camping trip. She was planning to get to the camp site a few days early to settle in and have some alone time before her best friend, Sara, arrived. She threw her tent, cooler, and bags into the back of her truck and hit the road. She had a few hours of driving ahead of her before she made it to the base of the mountain and she was eager to get it over with. The drive was difficult with how horny she was. At the pit stop she had debated trying again. But the place was grimy and gross and rapidly repelled the thought.

At the base of the mountain her uncles cabin was nestled in among the trees. He had left that morning on a business trip and had left her the horses already ready. One was saddled and the other with its pack harness on. She loaded up the harness with her gear and as the sun reached midmorning, she mounted up and began to make her way up the mountain. The constant movement between her thighs was a consistent tease, and by the time she made it to the camp site she was soaking wet. She unpacked, set up camp, stalled the horses in their pin, and decided midday was as good a time as any to go for a swim.

There was a large stream that ran through the camp, with a good sized pond a little higher up the mountain. The water was crystal clear and often very cold, and was the nourishment source for all the plant life around it for miles. She trekked up to the pond with nothing but a towel in hand. At the edge of the water she stripped down to her knickers, leaving her clothes in a pile on top of the towel, which she had laid out in the sunlight. She started in to the water and then decided why not have a little fun! She took what little clothing was left off, and in nothing but her birthday suit stepped her way into the chill water.

The pond was deep, and many strokes across, with very gentle moving water. As she let herself float and relax her body drifted to the center to the pond. The soft lapping of the water between her thighs was working its magic. It wasn't long before she could feel her hips automatically start to ever so slightly buck up and down. She reached down and opened herself up, exposing her sex to the cold tongue of the water. As her excitement increased she tried to touch herself, but the task of masturbating and floating at the same time was a bit more difficult then she had hoped.

She swam her way back to the edge of the pond. Resting on the sun warmed rocks but with most her her body still underwater. She slid her hand between her thighs and finally began to rub her clit. The water lapped at her nipples, increasing her pleasure. She had been ready all morning and could feel her body staying consistently wet, lubricating itself more and more as the gentle water continued to wash it away. Sliding two fingers into herself, tight and warm, she moaned out loud. While still teasing her clit with her thumb she slid her fingers in and out over and over, faster and faster. In no time at all she cried out in orgasm. She laid back and let the water clean her up. Then contentedly relieved she got up and went to the towel. Suddenly very tired she decided to lay out in the sun on the towel to dry off. In her slumber, ever so subtle changes began to take place in the forest around her.

When she awoke she was relieved to find that she hadn't been asleep too long, and was hopeful that she wouldn't end up with a sunburn. She wrapped the towel around her body and made her way back to the campsite. The feel of the warm green grass under her feet and the scent of the fresh mountain air heightened her senses. It was as though she could see, hear, feel, and smell better then she ever had before. She could also sense that every one of those senses caused a tingle between her hips. She laughed at herself wondering how she could be horny again already.

Back at the campsite she slipped into her bikini, made a simple sandwich lunch, and grabbed a book and blanket. She made a little nest for herself at the base of the tree beside a cluster of small purple and red mushrooms and settled in. With nothing pressing for time, and no more requirement then to relax, she stayed in her nest and continued to read even after lunch. Chapter and chapter, page by page, she was drawn into the novel. A story of magic and fantasy. She knew magic wasn't real but she still enjoyed reading about it and pretending it was. Knights in shining armor, damsels in distress, dragons, unicorns, fairies, you name it, the book had it. She reached a point in the novel with a very detailed and elaborate sex scene between the two main characters. As she read on she could feel herself getting more and more wet. As the main character reached orgasm she was startled out of the book by a stickiness on her hand.

She looked down to see her hand wrapped around a mushroom. She could have sworn there had been a bunch of small ones, but now there was only this one large one. She didn't remember putting it in her hand and yet there it was. To her surprised she also realized that she was slowly stroking it up and down. For some reason, this action was turning her on even more. The mushroom was red with purple spots and fairly large. About 8 inches tall, 2 inches across, and with a wide bulbous cap. It was firm, but yielding, and felt very much like a penis in her hand. 

As she continued to stroke it up and down she noticed a glistening bead of... something forming at the tip of the mushrooms cap. She reached with her other hand and picked up the drop with her finger tip. It had the same sticky consistency of whatever was on the hand stroking. Without thinking she put her finger in her mouth. The sap, for lack of a better word, was very sweet and satisfying. She began to stroke a little faster, harder, but still cautiously for fear of damaging the mushroom. The more eager she got in stroking the more sap the mushroom produced. The more sap she consumed the more eager she became for an orgasm. 

With both hands now covered in sap she continued stroking with the one hand and put the other to good use between her thighs. Her whole body was tingling with anticipation. Her eyes were fixed on the mushroom as she brought herself to orgasm again. As her body began to shake and her vision began to blur it was as though the mushroom shot out half a dozen spurts of sap high into the air. The thought of making a mushroom cum was insane but it made her body rock with a second and equally intense orgasm. When she finally came down from her high she realized how preposterous it was that she even thought a mushroom could orgasm, much less actually react to a handjob.

She walked to the stream to wash her hands and between her legs. In the back of her mind she thought she should be worried about the mushroom being poisons but for some reason she just didn't really care. The sun was almost down below the ridge and her stomach growled. She hadn't realized how much time she had spent with the book and with her... activities afterward. She started up a small fire, checked on the horses, and made a delicious camp fire dinner. As the stars began to pop out she cleaned up, put out the fire, and crawled into her tent completely full and satisfied. Well, mostly satisfied. There was still an unsatiated tingle deep inside herself.

She woke up with a start in the middle of the night. She wasn't sure what woke her. There was no sound in the camp aside from a light breeze and quiet murmurs of the horses. She unzipped the tent and stepped out to be startled by just how many fireflies there were about. They were everywhere! In the branches above her head, all about the camp, and swirling in the wind in the field before her. She was in awe of their beauty and in rapture of their glow. Slowly she realized they weren't the only thing glowing. The mushroom at the base of the tree was glowing a soft pink. As she approached it it seemed to her that it was smaller now and further away from the tree. She thought that that surely wasn't possible though.

She knelt down beside it and gently poked it with her finger. Right before her eyes it grew in size and glowed a little brighter. She gentle traced around the cap with her finger tips and watched as it grew larger, harder, and brighter. A small bead appeared at the tip of its cap and without even thinking she placed both hands on the ground on either side of the mushroom and leaned down to lick it up. As her tongue touched it two things happened. She felt the ground around the mushroom begin to vibrate almost in a humming pattern. And she felt her pussy become immediately soaked. 

She didn't think, she didn't rationalize, she didn't do anything except follow her desires. She pulled off her shorts and angled herself just above the cap of the mushroom. Looking down at it, she began to rub the head up and down along her pussy. She was so wet she could see the mushroom glisten with her juices. Everywhere her juices touched the mushroom glowed a vivid red. She could feel the vibrations of the humming earth through the mushroom. With a soft moan she settled her hips down and felt the head of the mushroom squeeze its way in to her tight pussy. She knew there was no way she would be able to fit it all in but up and down she moved taking more and more inside of her.

Lane was caught by delighted surprise when she looked down and saw only the base of the mushroom. She felt so full. Her body burned as the mushroom continued to hum inside of her. She rested her hands on the tree in front of her, settled on to her knees, and watched with increased lust as she slid up and down on the glowing mushroom. It was entirely red now as she came up, letting the head ALMOST pop out and then settling back down. As the sensations increased she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She looked up in to the tree and could have sworn she saw someone up there. But she was so close to orgasm she didn't care. She rocked back and forth, up and down, and with an intensity that made all her senses dull she was rocked with the most insane orgasm. She continued to move up and down, forcing the orgasm to prolong itself. 

And just as she was prepared to pull herself off the mushroom she felt the ground beneath her shudder as the hot sap from the mushroom shot inside her. Her eyes grew wide as she counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... She realized she probably should have moved after the first spurt, but came to the realization that it felt incredibly good and frankly, she didn't care how weird it was. The ground ceased shuddering, the mushrooms humming slowed to a stop, and as she pulled herself up and onto her feet there was a rustle in the leaves above her. She looked up and saw a shadow move unbelievably fast and make off into the field. She realized a normal person would be scared, or perhaps even not believe their eyes. But at this point Lane realized she wasn't normal at all. And as the shadow disappeared into the distance entirely she heard a voice in the wind float back to her, and all it said was "Good..."



Lost in the Woods



I like hiking in the mountains as a means of keeping fit. About once a week I'd drive up to a Diner up in the mountains and use that as a starting point to go for a hike for a couple of hours. There were five trails leaving the Diner heading in different directions. There were also cross trails higher up so you could go up one trail, wander down the cross trail, and come back by a different route.

 It was late afternoon and I'd been on the trail for about half an hour and it was becoming painfully obvious to me that I should have attended to nature's call before I left the Diner. There was no way I was hiking back down to the Diner and I decided a short excursion off the trail was called for. 

 I left the trail heading a little deeper into the woods. While there were lots of trees there was very little undergrowth, and I found I had to go a little deeper than I had intended before I was out of sight of the trail. Anyway, I answered nature's call and was about to head back to the trail when there was a rather raucous noise over my head and, looking up, I saw a flash of colour.

 There were some parrots in the trees above me. Colourful birds, those parrots, and I decided to take a few pictures. Of course, with natural perversity, the damned parrots flew to another tree as soon as I lifted the camera. Then it was a game of hide and seek for about ten minutes, but I did wind up getting a few choice shots.

 Smiling with pleasure as I looked at the pictures I headed back to the trail. The trouble was it wasn't where I'd left it. I walked confidently through the trees and, instead of finding the trail, I found more trees. Time to stop and think things through.

 I was working out how to get back to the trail when someone spoke to me, causing me to give a little yip. I didn't scream. I just made a small noise to show that I was startled.

 "You're looking a little lost, lady," this deep voice said to me.

 That's when I made a little noise.

 "No need to scream," came the voice. "I'm just checking to see if you're all right."

 "I did not scream," I said, all offended dignity. "I was just expressing my surprise at meeting someone out here."

 While I was talking I was also turning around to see who was there. Ye gods – a dwarf? Well, I guess that technically the guy wasn't a dwarf, just a little on the short side. OK. A lot on the short side. I doubt that he was over five feet tall. To balance this he was a good three of four feet wide, and it wasn't fat. He had on a sleeveless shirt and his arms were just bulging with muscles. If he'd been a foot taller he'd have been a real wow of a man. As it was. . .

 "So, are you lost or not," he asked.

 "No," I said with some irritation. "I'm not lost."

 "That's good," he said, and he had a nasty little smile. "So where are you?" he asked.

 It was a damned good question. Fortunately I'd had a chance to work out where I was.

 "I left the trail on the left hand side," I told him. "If I face up-hill the trail is to my right. All I have to do is walk towards my right and not go up or down-hill and I'll be back on the trail. If I go to the left I'd find another trail but it's a lot further away. Or I can walk straight downhill and I'll finish up at the Diner."

 That proved I wasn't lost. It was just that I wasn't a hundred percent sure of my location.

 "Very good," he said. "You seem to have thought things through. Apart from the fact that you can't reach the left hand trail from here very easily and you'd have to try and cross the creek going downhill."

 Now that he mentioned the creek I remembered that there was a bridge on the trail that crossed a creek. I'd hate to have to cross it without the bridge as it was running rather full. Still, I should be able to find the right hand trail easily enough.

 "I'll give you a tip on helping yourself find out the direction to go," he said. "Close your eyes and listen, trying to ignore any bird calls."

 I shrugged and did as he said. With my eyes closed my hearing seemed clearer and I found I could hear faint cries in the distance. I opened my eyes again.

 "People are noisy creatures," he said, and I jumped, because he was now standing right next to me. "If you listen hard you can generally pick out the direction to go to find them. Kids, especially, are always yelling their fool heads off as they race up and down the trails."

 "Um, I see. Thank you for the advice. I'll be heading back to the trail now."

 "You're welcome. You'll have a story to tell your friends. I can just see you now, telling the girls about how you got lost in the woods and this tall handsome logger came to your rescue."

 I couldn't help myself. "Tall?" I asked with a laugh.

 "Well, of course tall. You're not going to tell your friends that a little man pulled down your panties and molested you. You'll find that you'll describe me as over six foot tall. Too embarrassing to say a dwarf jumped you."

 He was rather blunt about his intentions and I was woefully slow in realising what he'd said. To be honest I was half ignoring him, planning my route back to the trail. By the time my hearing and interpretation reached my consciousness it was too late.

 I was hiking and the weather was reasonably warm, which meant I was dressed for hiking in warm weather. I had on yoga pants, because they're comfortable, and a sports bra and t-shirt. I now found that there was a major problem with yoga pants. They're stretchy and tight and you pull them up and don't need to worry about buttons. That lack of buttons meant that they could also be pulled down easily and this little runt was doing that before I could stop him.

 I gave another small yip (not a scream) and took a swing at him.

 "Don't do that," he said, ducking easily. "You could hurt your hand trying to slap me. And stop screaming. No-one is here to hear you. If any-one did, they'd just think it was a bird."

 "I wasn't screaming. Just protesting," I said trying to push him away. "Just what do you think you're playing at?"

 My pushing at him was like trying to push a wall over. He didn't even seem to notice it. And it was obvious what he was playing at. While I was pushing at him he was busy pulling at my panties and now they had joined my yoga pants down around my knees.

 I switched from pushing at him and started trying to pound on him with my closed fists. I might as well have been hitting him with a feather duster. He was holding me close up against him, his face pressed against my bosom, while his hands were running over my bare bottom.

 After I'd pounded on him a couple of times he pulled back slightly. 

 "You should stop that," he advised me, speaking quite calmly. "You're going to bruise your hands if you keep it up."

 "Let go of me, you little bastard," I snarled at him, and he laughed.

 "Don't forget, when you tell your friends I'll be at least a foot taller. And you'll find that lying down we'll both be the same height."

 With that he put an arm around my knees and lifted, while his other arm moved up behind my back. Just like that he picked me up as though I weighed nothing. I couldn't believe how strong he was. Then he laid me on the ground and he was half on top of me.

 He certainly knew what he was doing. One leg went between mine, pinning me to the ground. He caught my wrists and held them over my head with one hand. For a little man he sure had big hands. One of those hands was busy pushing up my t-shirt and bra, giving him proper access to my breasts, access which he was quick to take. He started rubbing his hand all over my breasts, squeezing and rubbing and teasing my nipples until they stood up.

 I was busy protesting and he was calmly ignoring my protests. He switched his attentions from my breasts to my pussy and my protest went up a notch and his calm refusal to listen to them remained the same. He had, unfortunately, talented hands, and he was building up an arousal in me despite anything I could do. 

 I had a momentary respite when he took his hand away from my pussy and started undoing his trousers. I looked away, determined not to look at his tiny cock, assuming that it would be as short as him. I found that I couldn't not look, hoping to be able to laugh at him. It was a case of, oh my fucking god. Where did he get that thing? 

 That cock of his was out of proportion to the rest of him. I kept telling myself that it was probably just average and his shortness made it look bigger than it was. A little voice whispered he's not short going from side to side and his cock reflects that. I turned my attention elsewhere. I was NOT going to scare myself looking at it.

 "I'm sure you will understand if I don't lie on top of you to take you," he told me. "It would look silly, someone as short as me on top of you. You'd find yourself looking down at my head and laugh. I'm going to put you on all fours and take you from behind. Your imagination can then paint me in as tall as you like."

 He may have had a point but that didn't mean I had to appreciate it. I squirmed and struggled and he flipped me over onto my stomach with no problems, giving my bottom a friendly spank as he did so.

 "Come on," he cajoled me. "On your hands and knees. You might as well as you're going to finish up like that, like it or not."

 Reluctantly I did as I was told. The oaf was so strong that he could have tied me in a knot and I wouldn't have been able to stop him. I finished up with my head on my folded arms, bum up, temper high. I was fuming.

 He knelt behind me, hand rubbing against my pussy, his other hand on my back to make sure I stayed there. He seemed satisfied with me because I could feel him easing my lips apart and then he was pressing his cock against me. 

 I had sworn to myself that I wasn't going to say anything when he did that, but that was before I felt it. It felt enormous. Maybe it really was as big as it had looked. Bigger even. He started pushing in and I started protesting, and by protesting I don't mean a maidenly 'oh, no, you can't do this to me'.

 "What the fuck are you doing?" I howled. "How do you expect me to take that? You're going to split me in two. Take it out you swine. What do you think I am? Oh, my god, you're going to kill me. Lay off, you rotten swine."

 I'll swear the man was totally deaf. He didn't even apologise for what he was doing. I could feel him down there, slowly invading my body, my passage desperately stretching to accommodate him. I have to admit, he wasn't actually hurting me. In fact, seeing I was aroused it actually felt pretty good, but it was the principle of the thing. He had no right to stick that thing in me.

 When I say he was slowly invading my body I meant just that. He was just easing himself slowly into position which I suppose was considerate of him, not that I was thanking him for it. I continued protesting and he kept on coming. I found it hard to believe that there was so much of him and that he was making me accept all of it. 

 He gave one last little push and I could feel his groin squish against my pussy, crushing it. 

 "Right," he said, giving my bottom another friendly slap. "I'm in. You can stop your whining now."

 Whining? I was making a legitimate protest, the swine, and he knew it. I snapped my mouth closed, not deigning to comment, and waited.

 His hands came around and closed over my breasts, getting himself a friendly feel, rubbing them softly. Satisfied with what he found he started moving.

 He made a couple of long slow strokes to get me acclimatised and then he started picking up the pace. For those first couple of strokes I found myself automatically moving with him, lifting my bottom and pressing back against me as he thrust in. In self-justification I have to point out that if he was going to take me anyway then I might as well cooperate and let things run smoothly. 

 After those first couple of strokes he apparently took my continued cooperation for granted. Using his grip upon my breasts to help hold himself steady he started speeding up, driving in harder and faster, thoroughly enjoying his abuse of my poor body. Me, I had this monstrous cock in me, charging back and forth, and I was bouncing frantically, trying to keep up with it.

 I was gasping and panting and making funny little ah, ah, noises, and wishing I had the breath available to scream. My god, I couldn't believe what his cock was doing to me. I was shaking under the force of his lunges and my excitement levels were going through the roof. I was pushing back hard, taking him deep and wanting him even deeper. If he had offered to stop at that stage I don't think I'd have been willing to let him.

 Mind you, I don't think you could have stopped him with a loaded shotgun. He was having his fun and seemed determined to see it through. He was squeezing my breasts in time to his happy thrusting, my whole body jolting every time he slapped home.

 I was being reduced to a state of mindlessness, just taking him and waiting for the next thrust, demanding he put some effort into it. I was losing control and I knew it. Ha! Who was I kidding? I'd totally lost it and was just bucking under him, letting him do as he would without a word, or even a thought, of protest. He had me where he wanted me and was making the most of it.

 I don't know how long he went on for. It seemed forever at the time without a word of complaint. I was going to climax, I just knew it, it was just a case of when, and he seemed able to keep putting off that moment, leaving me in perpetual expectation.

 When he finally gave a harder thrust and started squirting inside me I just went to pieces, shaking and shuddering, my climax almost killing me.

 I managed to get myself back together and found him redressed and standing there waiting for me.

 "Tidy your clothes up," he told me, "and I'll direct you back to your path."

 "Don't bother," I told him firmly. "I can find it."

 "Ah, no, I don't think you can," he said, smiling. "You've got yourself so turned around you haven't got the faintest idea where the trail is. Now hurry up and get dressed."

 I gave him a dirty look but I hurried to tidy up my clothes. Then he turned and started off up-hill.

 "Where are you going?" I demanded.

 "To the nearest trail," he said calmly. "Like I said, you're lost."

 I followed him, rebellious and wary, and was quite shocked to find myself stumbling onto the trail five minutes later. It was just about at the same spot that I'd left it. Boy I felt silly. I had been totally turned around. I turned to thank him, even though the words were going to be a bitter gall on my tongue, but he wasn't there. He'd vanished as abruptly as he'd appeared.

 I turned and headed back towards the Diner. I'd had enough hiking for the day I decided. Another thing that was irritating me was that he was right about his size. If I discussed this little episode with my friends, and I probably would, he was going to be over six foot tall. What? Tell my friends I'd been jumped by a dwarf? That'd be the day.