The Cree

The Creek

Part one

I'm Randi; I just turned fifty-four. My married life has been somewhat of a rollercoaster. After 30-something years of raising three children, facing several family tragedies, and struggling with a dead-end marriage, I am worn down.

My marital issues began with finances, something my husband Gordon is horrible at. Losing our home to foreclosure recently, and my grieving of child loss, drove us even further apart, not that there was a great intimacy between us anyway.

This recent financial catastrophe made me seek employment, something I had not done in many years. I was lost until I discovered a help wanted poster in a neighboring town. A nearby Butterfly Habitat was searching for someone to feed the butterflies and maintain the grounds. This was right up my alley; I loved the outdoors.

The Habitat encompasses about fifty acres. My new boss is Bill, a married man who looks to be in his mid-sixties. He has grey hair, a pleasant personality, and a nice smile. Ann, the young lady who runs the gift shop, is in her late 20s. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, big blue eyes, and the most pristine light-colored skin.

Her short summer dresses really highlight her nicely formed, firm breasts, tiny waist, and long legs; I'm quite envious of them. Even though I consider myself to be in shape, my age is definitely starting to show.

Let me go back a minute. I have always been keen on staying fit. I weigh 124 pounds and stand almost 5 feet 1 inch. I keep my hair short because I don't like spending any more time on it than needed; it's probably the 'Mom' thing. Makeup, well... a puff of powder on each cheek, a drop of perfume, and a modest smear of lipstick is my go-to formula.

My 29-inch waistline looks great in my cut-off jean shorts, and they are short. I gave up wearing panties 15 years ago, around the time my body went through the changes of life. My new job working outdoors permits me to dress casually. I love the sensation of my panty-less bottom rubbing along the inseam of the tight shorts.

My daily outfit is a pair of slip-on sandals, my favorite pair of blue jean shorts, tattered at the hems, with several torn holes in them, a strapless tube top, and my favorite ball cap.

Bras are not my favorite thing, but a strapless one is necessary at work to control the appearance and bounce of my B-cup breasts and rather firm protruding nipples. On my off days, I am always braless.

So far, Bill has not complained about my shorts with holes or my shoulders being bare, but he is keen to observe me when I am near, paying close attention to what's visible through those holes.

I have always liked the look of my body being tan. One of my favorite things to do is to tan outdoors, well, I mean to tan outdoors naked. There is nothing I like better than the sensation of the warm sun caressing my naked skin, especially my pussy.

I have always prided myself in keeping my vagina 'clean' void of hair. I love the look and feel of it bare. I keep a very small triangle of pubic hair on my pubis; I don't know why, but I do.

Gordon and my work schedules are unusual. I work Wednesday through Saturday, and he works Monday through Friday, so our only day together is Sunday. He knows and complains about me being oversexed; I have had a tremendous sex drive for most of my life.

What he doesn't understand is why I really get so horny when I am naked, and still yet, why I'm so pissed that his financial decisions cost us to lose our house; I despise living in a Mobile Home.

If it's a sunny day, I'm usually in the back lot tanning, naked. Gordon has become familiar with my ritual, and these days, even though we have been at odds recently, my wild over-sexed desires are partially satisfied when his cock is in my mouth.

He has me kneel in front of him as he holds my hair and fucks my mouth. I try not to show too much enthusiasm, but it really gets me off when I feel him tense up and unload down my throat.; for some strange reason I love the salty taste of cum in my mouth.

In 28 years of intercourse with him, I have only achieved orgasm from penetration twice; I'm not quite sure why, and it's damn aggravating. He is rather normal in size, maybe four inches hard, and is the only one I have had sex with.

I love masturbating. I do it often and find it fulfilling, and I am willing to go to extremes to pleasure myself. The once-a-month schedule of my husband, which usually lasts five minutes, was never enough to satisfy my raging hormones.

After years of having to 'finish' myself, I have become comfortable using my vibrator in plain view of him, especially after he informed me that he likes to watch me pleasure myself. It's quite common for me to entertain myself right in front of him as he watches with his cock in hand; it's kind of exciting for me too; I kind of like being watched.

I carry my 'sex toy' with me in my backpack. I often find myself horny in some of the most unusual places, like the grocery store parking lot, and once at a rest stop while driving. I relish having it to satisfy my unusual sex cravings. My toy accompanies me everywhere, always at the ready.

It is a blue battery-operated dildo with a small set of rabbit ears protruding above it. The subtle tickling of my clit from those ears as I slide the device in and out, is usually the formula for orgasm.

On occasion, when my pussy is really flowing, and I reach my pinnacle, my vocal pleasure is not easily regulated, especially if I introduce a finger or two to massage my swollen clit. Strange sounds and moans of ecstasy flow freely as my body shakes from the pleasures of orgasm. It is something that I have found hard to control.

On my second day at work, I discovered the most wonderful secluded creek tucked away, near the rear of the habitat, Harper's Creek. Living and working in the Deep South, here in Louisiana, near the Gulf, is foreboding during the summer months. The temperature can easily reach the upper 90s with 90 percent humidity, making life almost unbearable outside.

The draping canopy of the old-growth cypress trees that line the creek bank provides good shade, helping to keep the creek water cool and refreshing. Several bends in the creek have banks of sand that are corralled during high water. I immediately realized this would be a perfect place to cool off, unwind, and tan in total seclusion on off days when the habitat was closed.

So, I began my weekly ritual on Mondays and Tuesdays when weather permitted. Having access to the gate was great. I would park my car in the vacant lot and walk back to the creek. Relaxing and tanning nude in solitude was great. I was comfortable naked at the creek for the entire day, listening to the serene sounds of nature and the babbling creek water.

Of course, being naked outdoors drove my pussy crazy. I always had my backpack and toy to play with. It was not unusual to satisfy my drive two or three times during my day here. This soon became a routine. Gordon commented yesterday that my all-over tan was getting darker. I answered, "Yes, my back lot tanning time is paying off."

My work schedule settled in and became normal. What was not normal was my sex drive; did getting older cause this? I started carrying my backpack at work when I would go into the wooded area to refill the feeders, sneaking back to the creek to relieve my itchy pussy.

I relished stripping off, sitting on one particular fallen log across the creek, and fucking myself to orgasm. Soon this became a normal schedule for me; masturbating and fucking myself with my favorite dildo at the creek several times daily while at work. My life, well, my sex appetite, finally seemed to be under control, and I loved it.

Spring flew by, and summer began. Bill kept the corporate donors happy while Ann ran the gift shop, and I, well, enjoyed my employment there and my private time at the creek; my off days there became my solace.

I became so comfortable here when I visited on my off days, I began leaving my shorts and tube top in my car, and walking back to the creek naked. This became normal. I truly enjoy the sensation I have when I am naked outside, and it only enhances my crazy sex drive. By midsummer, my entire body was a deep bronze, void of any tan lines, and I loved it.

Saturday, mid-July, was like any other Saturday at the Habitat. There had been 30 or so visitors today. Although several butterfly observation trails meandered through the wooded areas close to the creek, none traversed Harper's Creek, or my favorite private place.

My schedule went as expected; I had visited the creek once this morning, satisfying my needy desires. When I returned mid-afternoon, I was quite startled to spot a small gift bag, tied with a red ribbon, suspended from a limb on my favorite fallen log. I stared at it for several minutes, nervously, uncertain what to do. I looked around anxiously but saw nothing or anyone.

This could only indicate that someone has seen me here, possibly fucking myself. Crap! I immediately gathered myself and left. I was a nervous wreck the remainder of the day. It was somewhat a relief to drive off at closing time, but not really. My mind was twirling, thinking about what had happened, and what might be in the bag, and had someone seen me masturbating?

My Sunday sped by as usual, doing housework, laundry, and sneaking an hour or so in the back lot tanning, and of course, treating Gordon to his favorite thing, sucking his cock, and then me masturbating while he watched.

Monday morning appeared out of nowhere. I desperately wanted to know about the bag. What should I do? By noon, the suspense was too much to ignore. I grabbed my backpack and drove to the work parking lot; it was vacant.

I sat there for quite some time deciding whether or not to chance the walk back. Was someone there waiting? Watching? Slowly, I built up the courage to go. My senses were hyperactive today, walking to the creek. So far, nothing. Not even a simple rustling of the leaves.

Fifty yards away, I stopped to survey the situation. The bag was still there, as I had seen it. I walked up closer. Still, no sound or indication as to how it got there. Cautiously, I crept closer and closer, now only inches away from the small bag. My eyes grew wide as I realized my name was written on it!

My heart raced and my nerves were rattled, realizing that someone actually knew that I came here, and.... well, masturbated with my dildo! Fuck!

Suddenly I felt a familiar sensation between my legs, my pussy was oozing, my shorts had a wet spot in them! Shit! I was horny as ever just standing here, attempting to make sense of this bag. Am I an exhibitionist? Why do I get off so horny in a situation as this?

I could not stand it any longer. I grabbed the bag and peeked inside. Wrapped up neatly was an item that I didn't know existed: a clitoris vibrator! This was even more puzzling, and proof that someone knows what I do here! Damn! I stood there momentarily in utter surprise and disbelief, contemplating what to do.

It was like nothing I had ever seen or heard of. The unit was the size and shape of a pear with an opening at the small end, where the stem would have been. My curiosity was raging by now; still no sign of the mysterious donor. The instructions said to place the opening over your clitoris, encapsulating it and firmly keeping a modest amount of pressure on it, then activate the unit.

With no reservations about who might have left it, or if they were watching, I ripped my wet, tattered shorts off immediately, flicked my clit to get its attention, placed the device into position as instructed and turned it on.

Oh My GOD!! The intense vibratory sucking action on my clit instantly shot rivers of pleasure through me. My pussy ran afoul weeping with enthusiasm as the small pear worked wonders initiating an orgasm within minutes. I could not stop. I ripped my top off, straddled my favorite log and tortured my clit, chanting to the sex gods.

I was in a state of sexual bliss, eyes closed, legs splayed wide open, masturbating myself. This 'Pear' was the most wonderful toy I have ever used. The sucking vibratory motion of the small opening fit my clitoris perfectly, and fuck, it drove my body in sane.

I sat there in total bliss, reaping the benefits of a profound orgasm, wondering how long my body could remain in this hyper-sensitive state. My heart stopped when something touched my shoulder.

For the strangest reason, maybe I wanted to be seen, or discovered, my hand froze in place, forcefully holding my 'Pear' against my clit, as my body continued its rhythmic gyrations to its action. My mouth opened, spewing unrecognizable sounds, as if I were performing for an audience; I was stuck in the throes of the most prolific orgasm I had ever experienced, and there was no stopping.

Even though my vision was blurred, and my cognition was distracted, I recognized Ann as she called my name. "Randi, I see you found my gift, and it seems to work as great as I had hoped. Let me assist."

She reached between my open legs and took possession of the 'Pear', forcing it even more into my desperate clit. I raised my hands, taking each nipple, forcefully pulling and pinching them as Ann stayed the course. My moans and sounds only grew louder and crazier as the orgasm raged uncontrollably.

In my wildest dreams, I had never envisioned such a beautiful young lady doing something like this, to me, fucking my clit with this wonderful device. My imagination soared even higher as she withdrew it, placing her mouth on my opening, kissing and licking my dripping hole, torturing my already sore clitoris with gentle nibbling bites and the twisting tease of her warm tongue. I screamed louder than I can remember, answering her tongue's twist each time it passed my clit.

Suddenly Ann stood up, placed three fingers in me and began finger fucking my flooded pussy. All I could do is lay there like a two-dollar whore, mouth gaped wide open moaning profanities like a slut. She had total control and knew it. I had no recourse and knew it. I was hers to play with as she wanted!

As fast as it started, it ended. She stood up, bent over me, suckled my nipples gently, and kissed my mouth as I had never been kissed before.

"I think you have had enough fun for one day, Ms. Randi. I want you to meet me here tomorrow, at 10:30 in the parking lot. I want to tan, taste, and.... fuck you. Now let me walk you out to your car, and... leave your clothes here, you are to be naked when you are with me."

Ann escorted me to my car. My body pulsated from the lingering effects of the surprising, extraordinary chemical attack I had just endured, and because I was nude. I found it somewhat exciting being ordered by her to remain naked with her being fully clothed, but at the same time, nervous about having to drive home naked.

"Oh, and by the way, I fully expect you to arrive tomorrow as naked as you are now! And if you are a good girl, I will introduce you to something you have most likely never experienced in your life!"

The drive home was fast; I had to get home before Gordon did. I was nervous and excited the entire evening, thinking about what had happened. I awoke early the next morning, so excited, wondering what Ann had in store for me. Something I had never experienced?

As soon as Gordon left for work on Tuesday, I prepared myself for the day. A fresh shave everywhere, and oh yes, no clothes. Driving naked to the parking lot was riveting. I had never left home naked, ever! My pussy was totally wet when I arrived. My nipples were so hard, they hurt.

Ann was waiting as she stated. I parked and got out, as naked as I had left, holding only my backpack, shaking nervously.

"I see you are following my instructions, that's good."

Ann's skin-tight tube top left her shoulders, belly, and navel exposed, highlighting her flawless skin, which looked amazing. Her small B-cup nipples hardened and stood out proudly through the thin, stretchy fabric. The pair of rather loose-fitting shorts, mid-thigh length, left most of her perfect legs showing. I really was envious of her twenty-something perfectness.

Ann walked up close, pinched each nipple, held my cheek, and softly kissed my mouth as she slipped several fingers up my dripping opening.

"Well, Randi, I can tell from the moisture between your legs and your extra firm nipples that you are excited to join me today". She slid her drenched fingers out, smiling mischievously, and offered them to me.

"Taste your pussy."

Grabbing hold of my hand, we began the walk back to Harpers Creek.