There's some nice woods up behind my town. They're part of the native forest but really seem like more of an extended park. Brush cutting and debris clearing to prevent bushfires means that you can just amble though them without worrying about clear cut paths. They are big enough that you could get lost up there, but you'd have to really try. Just keep walking down hill and you're out of them. Maybe not where you wanted to be, but out of the woods and able to get where you wanted to be.
I like strolling through the woods when I'm looking for inspiration, trying to solve a problem or just feel like being lazy and avoiding work.
I don't often run into other people out there but it does happen. Like today. It was the middle of the afternoon, a fine day, the sun was shining and there was a slight breeze. Not too hot, just very pleasant, an ideal time to commune with nature.
Strolling along I could hear some laughter floating past, a couple of girls from the sound of it. I just kept on going the way I was, not actively seeking them. But I found them.
I came around the edge of a small cluster of trees and there was this wider area, just covered with grass. There are a few places like this scattered around. They seem to migrate. Trees will spring up in one but other trees will die and be cleared away leaving a new little grassy patch.
There was the source of the laughter. A couple of girls from the town. Young women, I suppose I should call them. If memory served me correctly they were around eighteen, nineteen.
It took me a few moments to actually recognise them but then it clicked. Debbie and Ella. They actually live up the road from me. They were neighbours. Not exactly my neighbours, but each other's. Their families lived in adjoining properties. I'd actually known both girls for years.
Knowing them so well, you're probably wondering why I didn't recognise them straight away. Probably because of the way they were dressed. They were both brunettes. Debbie was tastefully clad in a little tuft of nicely shaped fur. Ella didn't have as much on.
They were taking selfies. I suppose that term still counts, even though they were also taking photos of each other posing. Some of the poses were pretty provocative and I hoped that they weren't sexting them. They'd probably regret it if they did.
"I hope you girls are keeping those photos private," I said. "You'll probably find they'll come back to haunt you in later years if you let them get out."
Geez. What a reaction to a bit of helpful advice. The girls both shrieked and seemed to be trying to cover everything at once, both of them trying to hide behind the other.
"Geez, just relax will you," I said. "I'm not going to jump you. Just giving you some advice."
The girls had recognised me by now, but they were still as nervous as cats, flicking glances at me and then glancing towards their clothes, obviously wondering if they dared make a dash for them.
"I don't know why you're trying to cover up like that," I told them. "I've already seen everything you've got. Very nice it is, too. I'd hate to have to try to pick between you for looks."
They were slowly relaxing, not trying so obviously to cover up.
"What are you doing here?" demanded Debbie.
"Just taking a walk," I replied. "If you two do this often, I'm going to start taking a lot more walks."
That got me a couple of offended looks.
"I suppose you're going to tell out parents about this," said Ella.
"You have got to be joking. I can't think of a faster way to get a punch on the nose than to tell your father that I saw you romping around naked in the woods. If it's all the same to you, I'll skip on being the snitch."
Debbie, bless her cynical little heart, didn't believe me.
"You want something," she flatly stated. "You think you've got us over a barrel and you're going to try to blackmail us."
"I wish you hadn't said that bit about having you over a barrel. My mind is now conjuring up all sorts of naughty images where you're concerned.
How do I blackmail you, anyway? You're not doing anything illegal. If I threaten you over this all you have to do is tell me to sit on my thumb and rotate, and there's nothing I can do about it. Like I said, tell your parents and I'm asking for a black eye. Tell anyone else and I'd look like a daydreaming idiot.
Unfortunately, my phone is being repaired. Dropped it in the toilet by accident. Well, obviously it was an accident. I can't see anyone dropping it in deliberately. I don't suppose you'll let me have copies of your photos for proof?"
There was a mocking laugh at that. I grinned.
"That's what I thought. But I'm sure you won't really mind if I just linger for a while and watch. You're both very attractive."
"We've finished," said Ella. "We're going to get dressed so you might as well just go on your way."
"You're telling fibs," I said. "You're actually wondering if you've got the nerve to ask me to take some photos of the two of you together. However, you don't need to worry. I'll volunteer quite happily."
"You've got to be kidding," said Debbie. "In case you haven't noticed, we're nude. Do you really think we're going to let you take photos of us like this?"
"Um, yes. You've got the single shots and some close-ups of the pair of you, but no decent body shots and you would really kick yourself if you didn't get them. And I can assure you, your nudity was both noticed and appreciated. Why else would I hang around and offer to take your picture. Apart from the fact that you're both attractive young women, even when dressed."
Ella nudged Debbie. "Why not?" I heard her whisper.
Cynical little Debbie was chewing her lip, mistrusting my motives. I almost felt insulted.
"How do we know you won't try to jump one of us?" she asked.
"Oh, please. An idiot I am not. While it would be child's play to jump one of you and prong you, the other would either be hightailing it for help or hitting me across the back of the head with a large rock. Either way I'd be in serious strife. So ease your mind on that score."
You tell a girl you have no intention of raping her and she gets offended. Women!
"What the hell makes you think you could just grab one of us and prong us, as you so quaintly phrase it. We'd fight like crazy if you tried."
"And get nowhere," I told her, smirking and getting her back up. "Pass me your phone while I take a few pictures."
Still looking extremely dubious, Debbie passed me her camera. The pair of them posed for a few pictures, rather stiffly at first, but when I proved to just be taking the photos and letting them do what they wanted they relaxed. I'll be honest. Some of the poses that they pulled were provocative in the extreme.
Several times I'd noticed the girls casting glances my way and giggling. I suppose it must have been fairly obvious that I had an erection, but I just pretended to ignore it.
Finally satisfied with the pictures they had, the girls started to make noises about getting dressed. Before they did, Debbie returned to the attack. My comment about how easy it would be for me to grab and rape one of them had really narked her.
"Why do you think it would be child's play for you to just take one of us?" she demanded. "What makes you think we couldn't put up a proper resistance?"
"I'm bigger, faster, stronger and smarter," I said. "You'd have no chance."
