Jack had seen no one else on the nature trail all day. It was early afternoon on a Tuesday, a day when he was sure that there could be no other nature watchers out this far into the woods, much less in the park area at the entrance of the preserve. He had scheduled some time off from work to pursue what had once been only a weekend hobby, but which now consumed the better part of his free time: bird watching. In the past three years, he had catalogued over 300 varieties of bird species, but his catalogue remained far from complete.
He had heard reports of certain rare species being seen in the wooded area of the preserve, one report in particular gaining his interest. A friend had told of seeing a White-breasted Sap-sucker while walking along the trail, but he had lost track of it after only a few minutes of following. What had made it more difficult to track at the time of the sighting, was the fact that a number of families and individuals were in the area, forcing the shy creature to retreat deeper into the woods. The bird had been sighted again at another time in the same area, according to his friend. These reports had led Jack to the conclusion that the bird might be nesting in the area. Of course, the times of the sightings were always occurring when the most people were in the area, so Jack figured that he needed to be there when the fewest people were around. And he could not have picked a better day.
He casually walked along the trail, his eyes scanning the branches of the trees far ahead; he wanted to be sure that he was some distance away, if the Sap-sucker should appear, thus making his presence less known as he followed its lead. The overhanging branches became denser the further along he went, shortening the view ahead of him. He crouched down some as he walked, trying to adjust the view, but to little avail. He decided to turn back and try another trail; but as he was turning around, he heard a rustling in an area not far off. Crouching low, he could see through the thicket what appeared to be a sunlit clearing not more than 50 feet from the edge of the trail. He began to look for some space between the trees which would provide him a path toward the clearing.
Pushing some underbrush to one side with his hand, he discovered an opening which clearly marked an old trail through the woods. It was covered with a blanket of fallen leaves, with no noticeable undergrowth and very few branches and twigs that could crack under foot and give away his presence. He slowly made his way along the path, which began to turn toward where he had seen the clearing. As he made the turn, he could now see that the path did indeed lead to the nearby clearing. He approached the opening cautiously, and stopped just short of entering the clearing to avoid revealing himself if something should happen to be there.
The clearing itself was wide and grassy, its edges shaded by overhanging limbs thick with new spring foliage. Jack scanned the upper branches all around and over head. Then he heard the rustling again, but it seemed now to be coming from nearer the ground on the far side of the clearing. Peering into the shadows of the limbs across the way, he caught a glimpse of the creature whose rustlings had drawn him here; the incredibleness of the sight forced him to use the binoculars to verify what he now saw: a woman sitting on the ground between two large roots of an enormous tree. She was leaning back against its thick trunk, almost engulfed within the recesses of it. She had on a flowery sun dress which buttoned down in the front. Several of the buttons were undone, and the shoulders of the dress spread open and just barely clung to her upper arms. Jack could tell that she was bra-less, the upper hems of the dress being held up only by her well-formed breasts.
The woman's knees were bent and her legs parted several inches. She had pulled the lower hem up to her waist to allow one of her hands to be inserted between her legs and into her crotch. With the binoculars, Jack could now see that she was moving her hand slowly up and down over her crotch. Suddenly, she seemed to shiver, causing the upper hem of the dress to finally fall from where it had been hanging, fully exposing her breasts with their nipples hardened. Jack himself began to shiver with excitement, hardly believing what he was seeing. Also, he could barely hold the binoculars straight to keep from missing a single second of this precious find. As he followed closely the rhythms of her hand, his excitement made its way into his own crotch. There he could feel the tight swelling within his jeans, aching to be released. But not yet, not until he could move in closer without being seen by her, and still see her without the aid of the binoculars which were becoming cumbersome and unsteady.
Jack looked to either side to see which would be the most concealed way around the clearing. He knew that he could have just walked over to her and introduced himself, and maybe she would allow him to be her attentive audience. However, announcing himself too soon might embarrass her and cause her to run away. After all, why else would she have come out this far to such a remote area, if but to merged herself undisturbed in sheer ecstasy with the natural beauty and wildness around her. Jack could understand this, having himself felt occasionally the urge to come out here, strip naked and roll around in the fallen leaves and undergrowth. So as to not ruin her moment, he carefully crept along the ground under the branches, making his way around the clearing's perimeter to just within 30 feet of where the woman sat. She showed no sign of detecting his presence, being too wrapped up in the sensations which, Jack thought, must be increasing, since she had her eyes tightly closed while her whole body rubbed up and down against the tree trunk, her free hand gripping the large root next to her for support. Or, was she gripping it and running her hand along it, with the image in her mind of some large male member, hard, stiff and smooth, being readied for the chance to be slipped between her bare legs and pressed against the burning lips of her vagina.
Jack lifted the strap from around his neck and laid the binoculars on the ground. He then knelt on both knees and unfastened the snap and gently drew down the zipper of his jeans. He pushed them down his thighs, and discovered that his now erect penis had poked its way through the slit of his briefs. He was ready to start stroking it where it was, but felt that the brightness of the light colored briefs might blow his cover in the darkness under the hanging branches. So he slipped these down as well, his cock springing back up immediately, its head lightly tapping his belly.
The woman had slowed her movements, as though the electric sensations which she had generated within her loins were beginning to subside. But soon, she was moving her hand again, this time faster, causing her body to rise and her back to arch, her head leaning back and against the trunk. Her wide opened mouth emitted heavy pantings and deep guttural moanings which rose in pitch to soft whelpings. Jack's shaking hand was closely wrapped around his throbbing cock, moving up and down its entire length; each time it reached the bottom of the thick, 7 inch shaft, its fingers reached under and tugged his now stiff balls, releasing them as his hand then made its way back up to the head, swollen and polished. As Jack continued to stroke himself, he felt a strong urge to jump up, run over to the woman, crawl on top of her, and give her what she obviously so desperately needed. The thought became especially urgent, since the woman was now moving closer to the large root, apparently ready to mount it for the final ride.
Jack stood up, his pants and briefs falling to his ankles, his cock extending straight out and up, waving like a flag.
"Need some help," he said in as calm a voice as he could muster. The woman quickly pulled down the hem of her dress, stood up and against the tree. She fumbled with the upper hems of the dress, trying to get it up over her shoulders again, but she could not seem to get it passed her erect nipples.
