Taking a mid-morning walk was one of Daisy's favorite things to do. She was fortunate enough to own a house on the edge of the state-mandated green space and she made it a point to traverse the woodsy trails on her day off. Good exercise and fresh air were a rejuvenating combination.
The day was warm and bathed in yellow sunlight. She enjoyed her breakfast on the deck of her house, listening to news radio on a low volume. The newscasters spoke with restrained excitement in their voices as they told of a UFO sighting in the area. Draining her herbal tea, he rolled her eyes. UFOs were nothing more than figments of people's fevered imaginations. Given that today was Saturday, the UFOs were probably alcohol or drug-induced from too much partying Friday night.
Daisy reached over and changed the station, enjoying the subtle melodies of the local smooth jazz station while she gazed into the woods. She sat for longer than she should, enjoying the still morning. The melody switched over to a peppier upbeat song and she took that as a sign to get moving. Leaving her breakfast dishes on the table, she shoved her bare feet into her sneakers and hopped down the three steps to the lawn.
Trekking across her wide front lawn under the warmth of the sun made her perspire a bit, even in her t shirt and skirt and she welcomed the quiet, cool dampness of the woods. The lush canopy of tall trees kept the sun out and as she walked, she wished she'd brought a light sweater. A cooling breeze drifted through the branches, stiffening her braless nipples under her snug tee, making them scrape and strain against the rough cotton fabric. For a second, she thought about going back, but decided to simply make the walk a little shorter than usual.
The birds twittered overhead, hidden in the leafy branches. Her sneakers scuffed the damp earth and moss, tickling her nose with the not unpleasant odor of freshly turned dirt. Squirrels scurried across her path, going about their daily business of doing whatever squirrels did. She even spotted a chipmunk, its striped back disappearing under the rotted hulk of a log as she passed by.
Daisy walked for a while, enjoying the sights and sound of the forest until a familiar smell tickled her nose. Familiar, but not one that one would expect to smell in the woods.
It was a rich vanilla scent, much like the aroma of a baking sugar cookie, a smell so sweet and so mouth-watering that she was drawn to follow, stumbling off the trail to find the plant that gave off such a delicious smell. She followed her nose to the smell noting it was stronger as she neared a small copse of trees.
As she got closer, she noted that not only did the smell become stronger, more cloying, but that some of the trees were smashed and broken down, as if something had landed on them from above.
Probably a storm knocked them out, she thought. She stepped into the small circle, expecting to see a grouping of lovely flowers.
"Ugh, mushrooms," she said aloud. And indeed there was a huge grouping of the strangest looking mushrooms she'd ever seen. She was used to the neat white rounded ones she found at the farmers' market, or the flat topped Portobellos. But these were peculiarly shaped and seemed to wave slightly in her direction as another forest breeze fluttered her skirt and tickled her bare legs.
Daisy paused for a moment, surveying the area. There seemed to be at least fifty or more of the brownish mushrooms, each with a thick, fleshy stalk and blunt pointed head. Then there were smaller ones in irregular groups around the larger ones. She wrinkled her nose. She wasn't a fan of mushrooms even if they smelled like sugar cookies.
As she turned to go, a rustling sound caught her attention and she turned, expecting to see a deer or some other woodland creature scampering across the clearing. But there was nothing. In fact, the whole area seemed still. She could no longer hear any birds and the sun had gone behind a cloud.
Again, a cool breeze drifted by, and the vanilla scent caught her nose. At the same time, her nipples tightened, sending a strong jolt of pleasure to her pussy. She plucked at the front of her shirt, pulling it away from the sensitive nubs. Being a firm C cup, she had gone without a bra many times and had never experienced any sensitivity or issue with her nipples.
The trees rustled around her and the vanilla order became stronger. Only this time it had lost its sweet overtone and had become darker and richer. A wave of dizziness swept over her and she braced herself against one of the tree trunks.
"Not enough breakfast," she muttered, leaning against the tree for support. One of her nipples brushed against the rough bark and she yelped as another jolt of electric pleasure tweaked her pussy, causing it to clench on itself.
She took deep breaths to stave off her light-headedness, inhaling the musky fragrance deep into her lungs. Twinges of arousal from her nipples against the tree snaked downward toward her pussy, which began to twitch. Her clit ached and Daisy realized she was squeezing her now damp thighs together in an effort to give herself some relief while at the same time, she wondered why she was becoming so turned on.
