Crystals Palace - The Stories
The Mountain Song
By Crystal
A couple of weeks ago I received an e-mail from someone saying that I had no right to call my writings "erotica" - since they were really just blatent porn sex essays. He may be right. So I hope this is some scribblings that can be labelled "erotica"
Autumn in the Blue Mountains was the perfect time to get away. The summer crowds
were gone - back to school, back to work - and you could feel the silence
of the mountains clear to your bones. Days were warm, but not searing. Nights
were cool and crisp, perfect for sleeping. Sarah had hiked up into the Megalong region along barely visible paths. The solitude and beauty made the extra effort worth
it.
She had come alone. She needed the time away - away from her high tech
engineering job, away from her unit, away from her relationship (what
there was of it) with Peter. Her friends thought her crazy to hike in the
Blue Moutains alone. Any woman out in the wilderness alone, they thought, was just asking for it. What "it" was, Sarah knew, but she didn't feel as afraid up
here as she did walking the streets of Cabramatta in Sydney. And she knew her way around
the woods and mountains. Better than most men she knew. Sarah was more worried
about injuring herself in a fall than she was about being accosted by another
person.
Today she had awoke to the sound of jays arguing in the trees. She had camped
near a small lake far into the backcountry. She seen only two other hikers on the six foot track in thee two days she'd been hiking, and that was fine with her. With the birds squawking
overhead, she unzipped her sleeping bag, opened the door and fly of her tiny
tent and stepped into the glory of a crisp morning. The earth was already
beginning to warm from the sun, the lake was shining like liquid silver with
reflected light. Sarah walked to the tree where she had hung her food cache
out of the reach of possums and lowered the bag.
After a breakfast of cold cereal and an orange, Sarah stripped out of the
fleece pants and sweater she had slept in, down to t-shirt and panties. The
cool morning air raised tiny goose bumps, but the warm sun felt good. She
closed her eyes and breathed deeply, listening to the gentle sounds of the
mountains waking up.
Sarah busied herself straightening up her campsite, reveling in the feel of
her near nakedness. She hiked a little ways along the trail, feeling the
air grow warmer, watching for stones and other things that might bruise or
injure her bare feet. By the time she had turned around and hiked back to
her little camp, Sarah was certain no one would be disturbing her solitude
today. She also didn't much care, but a little caution didn't cost anything.
Instead of turning to her camp, Sarah turned to the lake. The day had heated
up, and she felt like a swim, both to cool her down and to wash off some
of the trail grit. She found a flat boulder next to the water, and took off
her shirt and underwear. She tested the water with a toe and laughed at the
image she must present, had anyone been there to see. A naked woman in her
thirties, her body strong from running and regular workouts, and very white
from too many days spent in an office. Her shoulder length brown hair caught
the sunlight and reflected streaks of dark red. Her breasts were average,
still firm but starting to show their age, she thought, looking down at them,
weighing them with her hands. She circled the pink nipples, already becoming
erect from the unfamiliar nudity, with her forefingers. Her hands trailed
lightly down her tummy to the auburn thatch of pubic hair, then parted to
stroke around her hips to her butt. She felt the smooth skin, and closed
her eyes, imagining Peter's hands touching her there.
Sarah shook her head and opened her eyes. Not now. Her toe told her the water
was cold, but bearable. Sarah walked into the water as far as her waist, then
suddenly dipped her entire body in, dunking her head, coming up spluttering
and whooping with the cold. It had been years since she had gone skinny dipping
- college, with long forgotten friends - and the water slipped past her body
as she swam, nothing between her and the cold, searching fingers of the mountain
lake. She felt exhilarated, sexy, strong and free.
Swimming back to the shore, she clambered out of the water, shaking her head
and body like a dog. She touched the flat boulder where she had left her
clothing, and it was warm, almost hot. Sarah lay down on the boulder, letting
the sun and mountain air dry her. Closing her eyes, she shut out everything
but the sensations of warm rock, warm sun, gentle breeze. The air moved over
her skin, just like the water had, seeking out each crevice, every inch,
every fine hair. It ruffled the hair between her legs, and she parted them
to allow the breeze access to the most intimate parts of her body. It was
like silk, moving over her feet, up her calves, around to the backs of her
knees, tickling the sensitive skin in back of her knees, then around to her
thighs, dipping down between her legs, whispering to her pussy, her ass,
following the contours of the lips, poking secretly between the cheeks, then
up her tummy, blowing on her breasts, swirling around the erect nipples,
tumbling down to the hollows of her neck and shoulders, then over her face
and hair.
Sarah lay very still, her breathing changing as she felt the quickening between
her legs and in the pit of her stomach. She let the sensation grow slowly,
not moving, allowing the mountain air to whisper to her body. Without even
touching herself, she felt herself getting moist, and a low, contented moan
escaped from her lips. She didn't know how long she could keep her hands
from her body, but she wanted to prolong this delicious ravishment as long
as she could. She spread her legs even further, opening herself to the wind.
The silk became fingers, hundreds of little fingers, and tongues, hundreds
of miniscule, warm tongues, moving over her body, lifting the fine hairs
on her tummy and breasts and arms, rustling through the triangle of soft
fur between her legs, pushing here, licking there, inserting themselves into
her vagina, her anus, tasting the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, insistently
probing the lips of her pussy, blindly seeking the kernel of her clit. Sarah
opened her legs even more, bending and lifting her knees to allow the wind
access to the moisture, to the growing, hardening bud at the top of her pussy.
The tongues of air seemed to spread open the outer lips, then the softer
inner lips, then caress her clit with warm vibrations. The fingers entered
her, moving in and out of her every opening. Tongues and fingers reaching
her very core, tickling her navel, up to her breasts and the fully erect
nipples straining for more, more.
Time became meaningless. Minutes passed, hours, days. Her body reverberated,
a wire strung taut and sounding, with the attention of this tireless, unwavering,
inexhaustable ... power ...that refused to stop, refused to even pause in
its constant, sensuous ministrations.
Sarah's breathing became tiny whimpers. She moaned with the immense pressure
she felt growing from inside. She felt as if her hands were welded to the
rock, her fingers digging into the impenetrable hardness. She felt the air
from her lungs vibrating up through her chest, almost growling out of her.
Her body was shaking with each breath. Her lover spread her pussy lips and
laved her from anus to clit, darting into the folds of her vagina, flicking
the hood of her clit, tonguing the engorged organ over and over, sucking
and pulling, hungrily lapping the juices that flowed from her. Her butt ground
itself into the rock, trying to push itself into the granite. Warmth spread
from inside, flowing liquid, molten, outward and up, enveloping her body.
Then fire, fed by her invisible lover with its thousands of fingers and tongues,
glowed and built in her pussy, down deep, at her core, grew in heat and
intensity, spreading up through her stomach, enflaming her breasts, her lungs,
until her breath came in ragged gulps, building to a sobbing scream, filling
her, expanding her, bursting from her body through eyes opened wide, mouth
gaping, head thrown back, gasping for air, again and again and again, her
body convulsing, out of control, pulsing with a heartbeat not her own. Then
the aftershocks of orgasm, her pussy snapping up, clenching with uncontrollable
spasms, and relaxing, falling, over and over until sobs wracked her body,
a tiny voice pleading, panting, "please...please...please... please" and
"nomore...nomore...ohgod...please...nomore" until they became whispers lost
on the breath of the wind.
Sarah awoke, exhausted and spent. The sun was in the western sky, beginning
its descent. The breeze had turned cooler, drying the sweat on her body.
Sarah sighed deeply, and her breath caught in her throat. She sat up with
great effort, pulling herself out of the embrace of the rock. Her thighs
felt heavy, sticky. She looked between her legs and saw the large, moist
spot that had not yet dried. Her liquid, her sex, spilled out onto the rocks.
She slowly swung leaden legs over the edge of the rock. Every movement took
every ounce of strength she had. She walked into the lake and submerged her
entire body in its icy depths. She had to revive herself enough to walk back
to camp, and it seemed an endless walk.
Sarah had three more days before she had to hike back down to the trailhead
and her car, return to her life, take up the responsibilities of living again.
Three days. Three days. She felt the breeze move over her, raising little
goosebumps on her legs and arms. She didn't bother putting on her clothes.
Not for three more days.
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