Picture this: He stumbled upon a beautiful, naked woman, sleeping, lying next to the lake catching some afternoon rays. He had decided to go down for a dip, what with the weather being so dreadfully hot lately. He wore only his birthday suit, as he was sure there would be no one around for miles. This site is known to very few people, since he had kept it a closely guarded secret for the several years he had known of its existence. To find such a beauty laid out before his eyes was unexpected, to say the least. He halted in his tracks for a few moments and feasted his eyes. He observed the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing, indicating that indeed, she was in a deep, restful sleep. There was also evidence of perhaps an erotic dream occurring, as witnessed by her nipple erection. Very fine nipples at that, he observed; very taut, somewhat large, sitting right atop her nicely rounded, full breasts. Her blonde streaked hair, however, did not match her "carpet," but that didn't detract from her loveliness. She had a narrow, curved waist that flared out with full, luscious hips, and legs that wouldn't stop. He noticed her face…her smile to be specific.
He wondered what she could be dreaming of. Her hand moved over to her mound and her body shifted slightly. She moaned slightly. His very healthy member started to react to the vision in front of him. He stroked his cock a few times just to reassure himself...yes, he was not seeing things...this beauty really was here and his overworked imagination was not playing games on himself.
He walked a few steps closer wanting to get a better look, but still loathe to disrupt the ptranquility of the moment. He inadvertently stepped on a twig and it snapped. He froze in his tracks. Beauty slept on, oblivious to her audience, her hand creeping deeper into the crevasse between her legs. He saw one finger slip between her cunt lips, revealing pouty lips and an almost erect clitoris. His member started having ideas of its own. By now, his semi-erection had turned into a raging hardon. His breathing started to quicken, almost in time with hers, as her finger probed deeper and sought more gratification. He stood there watching her, lost in the moment, stroking his cock. He could feel the intensity building behind his balls. He closed his eyes to savor the moment. When he opened them again and looked at Beauty, he was making eye contact!
She was awake and watching him...watching her, both of them playing with and pleasuring themselves. She neither startled nor screamed, and neither did she attempt to cover her nudity. She continued stroking her clit, staring intently into his eyes. He could not have stopped looking...or stroking, if he had been ordered by God Almighty himself! In just a few moments, both of them burst into mutual orgasmic delight, with deep moans and sighs, grunts, and then a ferocious bellow by him, followed closely by a loud rumble from Beauty's throat as she concluded her own passionate climax.
His intended cooling dip forgotten for the moment, he stood there frozen, not knowing what to do or say. He finally did the gentlemanly thing and turned and walked into the water and dove under, allowing her the privacy and time to "tidy" herself, should she feel the need. When he re-emerged several moments later, he was alone. Had she really been there? Did he imagine Beauty? He didn't think so....the grass in the spot where she had lain was matted, indicating someone had been there....
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He looked around the clearing by the lake, knowing she couldn't have gone far, especially as she wasn't dressed. He realized he probably had an advantage over her also, knowing the terrain better than most anyone around. He followed his instincts that told him she took the softest, quietest way out…over the grassy knoll. She also was not wearing shoes, so the route through the wooded forest would have been painful on bare soles.
Fortunately for him, the grassy knoll took you right back up to his cabin. It was a bit off the beaten path, but that's how he preferred it. Neighbors and traffic he could live without. He took his time walking back to the cabin. If his mysterious wood nymph wanted to be shy, he would give her the opportunity to find something to cover herself with, before confronting her; but confront her he would.
He was a patient man, but a passionate one also, and anyone evoking that kind of response so instantaneously and overwhelmingly powerful in him, he wasn't about to let slip through his fingers. He wanted to know her, in the most basic, carnal, and biblical way. If things developed beyond that, all the better.
It had been a long time since he had been with a woman. It wasn't for lack of offers though, but rather lack of that certain spark that set that one woman apart from the rest. Just as he rounded the last bend in the path, he saw his cabin up ahead, and a nicely tanned ass disappearing through his front door. Living up in the woods as such, his doors were never locked. There wasn't much of value (at least to anyone else) to take, so he didn't worry about theft. Also, he had the world's best alarm system around: two rambunctious dogs who acted better and faster than any high-end electronic surveillance system could ever hope to. Funny, how they hadn't sounded the alarm with the arrival of this new stranger...
He walked up the steps to the front door and paused there to greet his beloved boys. They wagged their butts up to him, their tongues lolling out the sides of their mouths. "Ya, a lot of good you guys are..." he chided them. They merely smiled back. Hmmm, the wisdom of the animal kingdom maybe?
Upon entering the dim coolness of his cabin, he could sense her presence, almost a palpable presence, not fear, but something equally as evocative. He could almost smell her essence. Suddenly he caught a movement in the corner of his eye. She had, indeed, found a throw blanket from the couch, and had wrapped it around herself. She decided it was futile to try and make an "escape," and just stood there and squared her shoulders.
"There you are," he said mildly and smiled. She stood there mute.
"You know, you shouldn't go wandering around the wilderness like that. You never know who or what you'll come across. Lucky I found you first." Still she didn't respond.
"Are you lost?" he asked. No answer.
"Are you hurt? Do you need some help?" Nothing.
Now he was getting a bit concerned, thinking perhaps she was in a catatonic state, injured, abused, something that would have put her in a state of shock. He took a step back and really looked at her. She looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s, solidly built, not those skinny Minnie type models you see plastered all over the billboards. She had long, well-muscled legs and shapely arms. Her eyes were bright green with flecks of gold. Her lips were rosy pink and pursed in an "O" shape.
After bringing his eyes back up to meet hers, he noted a slow grin appear on her face. At length she spoke. "Like what you see?" she asked simply.
