This story is fiction. I would imagine that most people who post on literotica write about topics that interest them and I am no different. I mostly write about mature natural women. I have had some pretty nasty emails and comments by mostly "anonymous" people who object to a natural woman who has real vices and failings. I am always amazed at people who describe my love of natural woman as a "fetish" and those who prefer women devoid of hair and with huge fake breasts as "normal". If you are offended by mature natural women who are sensual and warm, please read no further.
MAGGIE
Maggie was fifty-five years old today and she was alone and depressed. Yesterday her divorce had become final and she was now free. Maggie had put up with her rude and wandering husband for 25 years "for the kids sake" and now he had left her for another woman.
When Maggie woke up and remembered it was her birthday, she decided to get up early and do something that would take her mind off of her problems. Her kids would expect her to sit at home all day waiting for their phone calls and she decided that is exactly what she would not do.
Maggie packed her fanny pack with some cheese and hard salami, a knife, her camera and after a brief hesitation a pack of cigarettes and lighter and hung two water bottles from the belt. Taking her digital camera she went out to her car and drove to a nature preserve that was not far from her home.
She had found that walking the back trails in the deeper woods was her most relaxing and enjoyable times. Occasionally she would come across wild turkeys or deer and the 28-300 mm lens on her camera had given her many great pictures. Today she chose one of the longer and more remote trails and by the end of the day she knew she would have to cover over 10 miles to circle back to her car.
As she walked today she thought about her 55 years on this earth. She had not married until she was 29 years old and had two spoiled but lovable kids to show for her marriage. When her husband left her the year before she found that he had often been unfaithful and most of her friends had known it but had not told her thinking it was a kindness.
Yesterday when she signed the final papers she had felt free for the first time in over 20 years but now today, alone on her birthday, she felt empty and lost. She wondered if all she had to look forward to was getting old alone. She certainly didn't feel old and in the mirror this morning she saw brown hair with blond highlights, courtesy of her beautician and a face that looked younger than her years.
Maggie was ten pounds heavier than the 125 she had been on her wedding day. Her B cup breasts which her husband had often wished were larger were proving that smaller stays firmer over the passage of time. She had a bit of a sag, but knew that if she dared she could still go without her bra as she did in her 20's.
That morning as she stared into her mirror evaluating her 55 year old body, she looked with appreciation at her thick and plentiful pubic hair. For most of their marriage her husband had insisted that she have no hair below her neck. Since it was the only way he would go down on her, she had kept shaved even though she hated the shaving she loved oral sex and it was an equitable trade. Her husbands mouth had always given her much more pleasure than his cock.
A couple of days after he left her telling her he had found "more woman than you will ever be" she had started to shave while taking her shower. Realizing she didn't need to, she had thrown the razor in the trash can and had not bothered to remove her body hair for the past year.
As a young woman in the 60's she had been a bit of a rebel and hippy and had never shaved until she dated a man who complained about her body hair. When she had met her husband years before she had been only a light smoker but her husband had complained until she quit. She smoked very little now, but had bought a pack of cigarettes the week after he had left and felt further free now to do as she pleased and when she pleased.
She walked quickly along the path as the sounds of the highway and civilization faded behind her. After twenty minutes she paused at the top of a low rise to sip some water and look around. It was a beautiful early morning and dew glistened on the leaves and grass. She stopped to take several pictures and then spying a dew soaked spider web she left the path to lay down in the damp leaves to take some close-ups of it. The black and yellow spider seemed large against the web and droplets of dew.
As she got up to continue her hike she realized that she had gotten dirt on her white blouse and the front was brown stained. Even though she was alone in the woods this irritated her because she was very fastidious about her appearance. As she walked along the damp dirt dried but would not brush off. She felt silly being so upset about a little dirt with no one around to see it but she could not help it and walked a little faster.
Maggie walked for over three hours, alternating between a brisk walk and a slow stroll when she found wildlife or a nice view. She realized as she topped a hill by a small creek that she had reached the halfway point. Maggie left the path and climbed to a flat rock that overlooked the trail. She had found the view there to be beautiful and usually ate her lunch there.
She took off her fanny pack and after drinking some water she decided to wash her blouse in a small stream that ran beside the rock before she ate. The water was clear and cold and she knew her blouse would dry quickly. After scrubbing it she sat on the rock in her shorts and bra and enjoyed the sun on her skin as she ate slices of cheese and sausage.
After eating her brief meal she drank more water and lay back to rest before starting the last half of her hike. The sun felt so good and knowing she was probably the only person for miles she unhooked her bra and laid it aside and lay back on the rock to sun herself.
As she lay there she felt sleepy and began to doze in the warm sun. She didn't hear the man as he approached from the dark woods above and behind her.
Robert was a retired college professor. His wife had passed away five years previously and his children were grown and far away. He had just retired the previous semester and had felt very alone and useless until he began hiking in the woods. He had been born to parents who had not completed high school and his early years had been devoid of the things money can buy but rich in life's experiences.
He had spent his youth wandering the deep woods and had always felt most comfortable there. He never followed the trails and often camped out in the lonely deep woods of the Missouri Ozarks. Today he had awakened missing his kids and grand-kids and had decided to take a long hike in the woods and then start preparing for a long drive to visit them.
When he came down the ridge he had been walking he saw an amazing sight on the next ridge below him. On the big rock where he like to rest and eat his lunch he saw a half naked woman stretched out. Her hair was spread around her head like a fan and at first he thought she was injured or perhaps even dead.
With the natural caution of someone who had grown up in the woods he scanned the area around her looking for other people or someone who could have attacked her. He saw her stir and with relief realized that she was just asleep on the rock. He could see her blouse and bra laying to the side and saw that the rock was darker around her white blouse with moisture.
He decided she had gotten wet somehow and was drying her clothing. He also saw the fanny pack and water bottles and her plastic bags of leftover food. Robert's first impulse was to slip away and leave her undisturbed. But he looked at her again and this time with no concerns for her welfare he really looked at her.
