John sighed as he let his pack drop to the ground. He had been hiking all afternoon and his feet were unbelievably sore. He laid down next to his pack and looked up at the clouds. Walks like these always calmed him down. He felt an inherent calm in solitude. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He was miles from the closest town. The cool breeze licked at his skin. It felt wonderful, given the hot temperature. John took a small nap under that tree. When he awoke he smelled something different that the typical forest smells. John opened his eyes in the hopes of seeing what the source of the smell was. It was coming from behind several bushes, somewhere in the thick underbrush.
Normally John wouldn't have given it a second thought but the smell was so enticing, that he had to know the cause. John stood up, leaving his pack and walked towards the brush. As he forced his way through the overgrowth the smell got stronger and he began to harden. John paused for a moment to wonder what had gotten him excited. But only for a moment, he still had to find the cause of that alluring smell.
The aroma was thick now, he could feel it touch his now sensitive skin. Every breeze, every leaf that touched his flesh sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He was rock hard now as gradually his thoughts turned from finding the source to more lustful ideas. Then John slipped on a rock and fell into a hole he didn't see before. He fell several feet into the hole but landed in a pale blue sludge.