Someone is watching me.
Not by sight or sound does he betray his presence, but I feel his eyes on me. I shiver; not the kind brought on by fear, but the strange excitement of the unknown. I'm not sure why I feel my voyeur is a man, for as I turn, slowly circling, carefully scanning the riverbank on the opposite side, I see nothing out of place. No face peers back at me from the dense thickets of trees that run along both sides of the river, no sound reaches me except that of a gentle breeze rustling the leaves, stirring the red, gold, and bronze that have already settled on the ground this early in the fall.
Perhaps I am mistaken; perhaps it was just a creature of the forest passing in search of food or to quench its thirst at the water's edge. As if to confirm my thoughts, a deer appears from behind the large rock where I had earlier spread my clothes before entering the water. Feeling very foolish, I laugh off my nervousness and continue to bathe, lathering first my hair and then my body with the scented soap. As a cloud momentarily shrouds the sunlight, I shiver, very aware now of the coldness of the river. Carefully treading through the water, gripping the slippery stones with my toes, I make my way towards the shore, submerging once more before stepping out of the water.
I am completely unaware of the sway of my large bottom, or the way my nipples have hardened to twin peaks, as the cool air caresses my skin. The sun glints off the drops of water as they roll down my cocoa colored skin. I pad softly on the damp mossy grass leading up to the rocks, making my way to the largest. I place my hand, palm down, on the smooth surface, enjoying the warmth still captured from the sun within its gray mass. I sit on the edge, welcoming the feeling against my naked flesh, before stretching out completely. A sigh of pleasure escapes me as the feeling spreads across the surface of my chilled skin, up the back of my thighs, bottom, and back. Stretching, my hard nipples pushed towards the sky, I am lulled into a gentle slumber, transported there by the sounds of water lapping over pebbles and birds calling to each other high above where I lay. I don't remember falling asleep but I'm having the most delicious dream...
I am lying on the ground on a bed of fur. I stretch slowly, enjoying the feel of the softness beneath me and the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth nearby. I don't know how I've come to be in this place, I have never been here before, yet everything looks familiar. I experience a feeling of completeness, as if everything is as it should be. The silence of the room is broken only by the occasional hiss of the flames and the crack of thunder in the distance. I look around, scanning the shadows, and realize that I am alone. Where am I? How did I get here? The answers elude me.
And for the first time I am aware that I am naked, but strangely, unconcerned, unashamed. Looking around the room again I notice that the room is empty, the only piece of furniture is a large chair, propped against the far wall, hidden in the shadows near the door. I rise and walk towards the window, unmindful of the cold stone beneath my feet. The further I move away from the fire, the more I am enveloped by the cool darkness of the room, until my body becomes part of the shadows. Except for the occasional flash of lightning, nothing else is visible in the murky blackness outside and I stand there watching the raindrops splatter the windowsill. My nipples bead, and chilled, I return to the hearth.
Sitting, I fold my arms around my bent knees, drawing my plump thighs up to my breasts, resting my chin on them. I stare into the fire, the flicker and sway of the flames remind me of a mating dance. A feeling of rightness washes over me again and I languidly lay back, cushioned once more by the soft fur, arching my back, pointing my large breasts towards the ceiling. I run my hands over my body, enjoying the satin like texture of my skin, the roundness and the hollows, the peaks and valleys, not for the first time thankful of the fact that I am a woman. I caress my thighs, soft on the surface but firm beneath, trailing feather like touches from that sensitive area behind my knees, upward to the wetness between them. Dipping my fingers into the damp folds, I stroke the slickness, aware of an urgency building within me. I groan loudly, arching, as an intense tremor of pleasure shakes me. I feel as one with the flames, the heat coursing through my body threatening to engulf me. Perspiration glistens on my thighs and on my round stomach, pooling in my navel, forming rivulets that slowly drip to the fur beneath me. The dampness creates a glow on the darkness of my skin, bronzing the smooth surface. I lick my lips, capturing the full bottom one between my teeth as another tremor takes me. I am oblivious to everything else around me, the only thing that exists is the steady thrusting motion of my fingers, stretching, searching the depth of the tight wetness that makes me a woman.
I squeeze my eyes tightly as a face forms in my mind. He looks familiar; a face from a long forgotten past, this mystery man taunts me from the recesses of my memory. There is something about this man that drives me wild, beyond reason, increasing my urgency to climax. I plunge two, then three fingers inside me, ignoring the slight ache this causes. Licking the middle finger of my other hand I slowly circle my nipples, imagining that my hands are those of the man in my mind, giving me such intense pleasure. I squeeze and knead the fleshy mounds of my breasts, pulling and tugging on the hard peaks. I feel the urgency build deep within me, starting like a warmth in my stomach, and spreading in radiating circles until my entire being seems at risk of being torn apart with the force. Again, I feel the eyes of someone on me, but I am beyond caring. I scream, my large hips jerk and quiver as my lower body elevates from the floor, involuntarily. I spread my thighs wider; both hands gripping my wetness as spasm after spasm engulf me.
I drift for what seems like an eternity before the sensation of being watched once again comes to me. Rising slightly, I look down, between my parted thighs, towards the door, and I see him. Sitting quietly in the chair, in the darkness, watching me. Although I cannot see his eyes, I feel them on me, almost like a touch. I know that he saw me pleasure myself and a shiver runs down my back. Just then, a flash of lightning illuminates his face, it lasts only a second, but it is enough time for me to recognize him. He wears the face of the man in my mind, the same face that brought me to such ecstasy just minutes before, the face in my dreams. I stare back at him, slightly embarrassed at being caught like this, but oddly satisfied that he witnessed my most intimate of moments. He stands and moves deliberately into the light, never taking his eyes off me. I see him clearly for the first time. He is tall and powerfully built. The muscles in his thighs bulge as he moves towards me and I see that his lower legs are encased in soft calf skin boots. His damp shirt is open to his waist, the light dusting of dark hair covering his chest just visible. His face is strong, well defined, yet not classically handsome. He is a stranger, but I know him.
He continues to stare at me, he eyes moving from mine, down my body, over my slightly parted lips, the tips of my breasts, caressing my stomach, my hips and stopping briefly at where my fingers are still firmly inside me, then moving down my legs to the tips of my toes. He is so close now that if I were to point my toes they would brush the tops of his boots. I quickly remove my fingers from inside me, the sudden motion causing a noticeable sucking sound in the now quiet room. He drops to his knees, startling me as he reaches for my hand and licks the sticky fluid from my fingers. His eyes darken and his face shows his enjoyment of the way I taste. I am shaking with the raw sensuality of his actions; I have never seen anything so erotic. He groans something that sounds like my name, but I cannot be sure.
He looks up at me, still grasping my hand in his, and speaks. His voice is a surprise, slightly raspy, a deep baritone with a slight southern tinge. He tells me that he came upon me bathing in the river and he was incapable of turning away from the sight. He explains that the glow of the sinking sun played across my skin, shimmering on its darkness and that he was mesmerized by my motions as each time I raised my arms to rinse my hair the movement caused my large breasts to sway and my fleshy arms to quiver. He was about to turn to leave, he says, when I rose from the water and started to walk towards the shore. He said he was unable to tear his eyes away from the abundance of my body, the large bottom and wide hips tapering into very full thighs. The rounded stomach resting gently above the hairless pubic mound was more than he could bear to turn away from. My body, he continues, was that of a real woman, full and lush, the kind of body a man could lose himself in and that he had never seen anything so beautiful. It was at that moment he decided that he would claim me as his. He asks me if I am aware that my nipples resemble dark jewels when wet and I cannot answer, I am so in awe of this man before me.
"I want to know what it feels like to join with you," he says, "but not a gentle mating; there will be time enough to make love to you later. Right now I want to fuck you. Do you understand the difference?" I can only nod, as no words escape my lips. "I must bury myself as deeply as I can inside you and feel you tighten around me. I've never wanted another woman the way I want you right now." I know now that this is not a dream, that this is really happening to me and that I hadn't imagined being watched at the river. I say this to him and he admits that he waited until I had fallen asleep on the rock before approaching me. He'd watched me sleep for a while before deciding he would take me. He tells me that we'd lost touch before, many years ago, and that he wouldn't let it happen again. Now that I was back in his life he would do all the things to me that he had always wanted to do.
