Birds swooped from tree to tree, dancing around the small brunette's head, causing Candace to giggle and duck down to avoid their wings. Her silvery-gray eyes danced with delight at the sight of swallows and chickadees chasing each other in a mating dance that was in tune with the beautiful early spring morning; with the sun shining down warmly for the first time in months, everything starting to show new green growth, and the smell of love in the air.
She loved coming here and walking along the untouched forest behind the suburb she lived and had grown up in. When the trees closed around her, she could easily forget about the encroaching city and noise and bustle of the crowd of people that were always around. This forest was on private land, decreed to remain untouched by the benefactor's impressive money and influence. It had been like this for longer then most people could remember. And while she wasn't supposed to be here, she couldn't resist the draw of the sun dappled forest, the song of the birds, and the call of nature that was so prevalent here. It all struck a chord deep within her soul, calling her back time and time again. Sighing happily, she leaned against a large tree, fingers idly plucking at the rough bark behind her back. "If only I could live here all the time," she murmured softly to herself, causing a pair of rabbits that had been chasing each other to pause and stare at her in fear. She giggled at the wide eyed looks on their faces, admiring their beauty from her position. She wished she could touch them, feel their softness, cradle them to her chest and bury her face in their fur. But as soon as she moved even a tiny bit, they were off like little brown streaks of movement, running for safety to play their spring games.
Candace frowned a bit, looking around and seeing the courting couples everywhere. Even the animals had someone to hold and hug this season of loving. She was the only one who didn't it seemed. Her parents strict upbringing had left her shy around men that truly called to her body, leaving her with only the proper gentlemen her mother decreed were good enough for her daughter. This wasn't many men at all, and not a single one worth any serious thought. All of her friends had new bad boy boyfriends that they were gushing about, leaving her feeling like the perpetual prudish fifth wheel.
Sighing again, this time in minor despair instead of pleasure, she pushed away from the tree and kept walking. Her hands started to stray over her curvy body idly, caressing her slim waist and full hips as she contemplated her lot in life. Slowly, one hand made its way to the valley between her breasts, fingers feathering against the upper swells. Pushing her silk tank top aside, she caressed the velvety skin beneath, loving the feel of her own full firm breasts. "It's not like I want the hassle of a relationship, I'm only 22 after all. But damn, I need to be...well, fucked," she whispered to herself, her ivory cheeks filling with color. Even if no one was around to hear it, she didn't usually say things like that aloud. Nor did she openly admit her desire for the more carnal pleasures of a man.
Ever since she was little, her parents had told her how bad touching herself was, how sex was a dirty thing, only necessary to make children. And while she had loosened up enough to let a select few of the dozen or so men she had dated go beyond heavy petting, she was still very introverted about sex. She had never been able to reach that delicious peak with another, and she didn't dare try and achieve it by herself, at least not where others could see or hear. But after five months of forced celibacy, her body was screaming for fulfillment; any kind of fulfillment. This was one reason why she was taking this walk in this forest. She couldn't bring herself to ease her body's demands by herself at her apartment, too afraid that her roommate might come home and catch her. "Not that Susan seems to be embarrassed by sex. The girl can't seem to keep her hands off herself or any guy that comes home. But, I'm just not her. I can't have an audience while I do...that," Candace said, the sound of her voice startling a group of birds nearby.
But, while she couldn't do it in the tiny studio apartment, the forest and its creatures didn't care what she did in the sunlit meadow that she was headed too. In fact, some of the animals seemed entranced by it. And animal eyes watching her didn't seem to bother her as much as human ones. It was different knowing birds, rabbits and squirrels were listening to her pleasure then to know a rational mind was listening, and possibly even critiquing.
But, while her mind wandered down this deliciously naughty path, she stepped into her favorite clearing. It was perfect for what she had in mind with soft lush grass that cushioned her from the hard ground and moss covered rocks to lean against or sit on as her mood dictated. There was even a fallen tree that she could ride for the feel of something hard and rough between her legs.
Just looking at the clearing made her blood heat and her nipples harden and press against her thin tank top. Her hands went from still innocent caresses to more bold touches, one sliding down over the swell of her breast to flick over a sensitive nipple, the other slipping beneath the hem of her short cotton skirt. Her fingers combed through the soft downy hair at the apex of her thighs and she shivered in anticipation, her juices soaking through the gusset of her thong to her thighs. It had been so long since she had been here, the whole length of winter and she was eager for release. Tugging her clothing off, she dropped them and her little bag of supplies onto one sun-warmed rock before settling her body into the soft grass between three rocks that just seemed to cradle her body perfectly, propping her up to let her hands roam even more over her body, letting her get all the little hot spots that would drive her crazy.
And as if her hands were following her thoughts, they started to get rougher, tweaking and pinching her nipples and clit, causing her to writhe with pleasure. Spreading her legs wide, she moaned happily at the feel of the warm sun against her skin, the soft grass tickling her soaked folds and tight asshole, the wind caressing her ivory skin lovingly, all of it only heightening her desire and arousal. She was glad now that she had cleared the entire day for her walk, knowing that it was going to take awhile to satisfy her passions enough to go home without aching with need every time she crossed her legs.
Without much more preamble, she buried one finger deep into her clenching pussy, her hips arching up at the sheer pleasure of being stretched open after so long. Her eyes drifted closed and she cried out, already feeling the orgasm tightening in her womb, it had been so long. And in fact, when she slipped a second finger in to join the first and pressed her thumb against her clit, it ripped through her, her whole body tightening and tensing before arching up as wave after wave of pleasure roared through her body. When she could finally breathe again, she slowly freed her now aching fingers from the tight clenching walls of her sex. She sat up a bit to let her body come down from the heavens that she had sent it to with just those few caresses and strokes. But, it took the almost painful edge off her desire and she was ready to get serious.
