A collaboration by Sienna and erostorm, edited by Sienna
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Sienna was driving home towards the sunset through one of the most scenic areas of England, although it did matter to her how beautiful the area was to tourists. To her it was always familiar, being raised in that area from birth. Everything looked the same to her. The distinctive hills, woodlands and small lakes. Infact, she could almost make that same route blindfolded if she needed to from home to the city of Sheffield where she worked and then back again.
The day had been extraordinarily busy. There had been important visitors to the office from various important local industries. There had been too many hands to shake and too many unfamiliar faces. One face, however, stayed in her mind. It was a stranger from the USA, a representative from a Miami based company interested in their specialised products. He was tall and distinctively handsome and his accent turned her on. She liked that smooth sexy southern drawl of his voice. She had heard it many times in the many movies she had watched, but his was in person, standing right there before her that morning. It remained in her mind, but she could not recall his name.
Her vehicle turned a sharp bend in the road whilst her mind drifted back to that one man. Quickly, she slammed her foot on the brake, a stray sheep had found its way onto the road ahead and the car came to a screeching stop. Lucky that there was no other traffic behind her. Lucky also it was late and most of the main traffic had gone hours before her. She clung to the steering wheel and took a deep breath, thanking whoever the master of the universe was for their thanks and guidance. It scared her because she stupidly allowed her mind to drift. It could have been something more heavy, another vehicle or a hiker. There were so many tourists that time of year and they stopped their vehicles to take pictures in the silliest places.
Regaining her temporary lost confidence in driving she moved on as soon as the old ram decided to find its way down a path. Now she felt tense. Back home there were her children to take care of and the thought of the stranger was still on her mind. Her husband was handsome enough and she adored him, but this stranger was yet to be another Adonis from her fantasies. If only she could experience what her imagination was visualising. Pretend just once that she was single and free.
The drive continued this time more cautious and with a little less speed. She came to a familiar wooded area where often in her past she would take a narrow road up the hillside and be away from prying eyes. There she would take time out to be alone and chill out in the best way she could. A little masturbation play was always relaxing. She had not been there in a while, almost five, maybe six years ago she thought. Now those youthful days had gone. She was now a mature responsible adult, yet those desires to fantasise had never changed.
Coming up to the narrow road on her right, she noticed another car in the distance behind her. Another tourist or anyone not interested in her business perhaps? She turned and took that narrow road which wound through hundreds even thousands of mixed varieties of trees, all in full summer leaf. It was dark, with only a hint of setting sun filtering through them. The darker the better she thought. She had never been scared of the woods, not even at night.
Alec had remembered the lithe blonde from the morning meetings. The image of her folded over a conference table, skirt hiked over what he admired as a lovely ass would not leave his imagination.
Far from home and seemingly lost, he had driven the rental car along the main road for some time. Lost in reverie about that woman, his mind was frustrated, he had managed to screw himself up with directions and found himself far from town. Looking for some indication to where he was he noticed a car in the distance ahead. Driving on the wrong side of the road, on the wrong side of the car, he had completely given up knowing where he was. Shrugging to himself, he decided to close up on the car ahead and then turned to follow where he had thought the car had gone. Almost immediately, he thought it a wrong turn once again. The road obviously headed into a wood. Not leading to a house as far as he had hoped. He drove slowly, looking out for the car he supposedly followed. The stoney road was narrow, long and winding obviously leading him somewhere so far, and it was getting darker.
Soon she reached that one open space, enough space to park and turn her car. Nobody knew she was there. It was quiet and when she silenced the engine a wave of calm swept through her. Now and then the sound of a crow would break that silence.
Letting both hands free of the steering wheel she grasped both hands together and eased back into the seat. Her hands hitched up her black skirt and along the inside of her thighs to the tops of her flesh coloured stockings. There was a feeling of warmth not only in her groin, but throughout her body. This was it. She was ready to take the plunge and do it. Make herself feel good, all by herself, with only her imagination to play with.
She reclined the seat further back and thought. Last time she wore less important clothes. She was in her business uniform now. Black jacket and skirt with a white blouse. Not exactly dressed for fun, even though it was by herself. The skirt had to come off, the jacket too. She removed them in haste and left them on the passenger seat beside her. The only items of clothing now were her stockings, black suspender belt and matching thong below. On top, her blouse and black bra. She did not want to go too far in making herself comfortable, after all it was going to just take maybe fifteen or thirty minutes at best for her to reach satisfaction and contentment. Anyhow, the only thoughts she had in her mind was feeling good and thinking about the handsome stranger. How they would make love and both enjoy it. It did not matter if he disliked her. Although his smile did indicate some liking towards her.
She slowly placed her fingers into her thong, feeling the neat trim of her pubic mound and the heat that emanated from her damp yOni. She had already been thinking naughty thoughts, and her labia was wet and sticky has she parted them. One finger touched her clitoris and sent a wave of sensitivity through her body, making her take deep breaths. She paused to taste herself on her finger and make it more moist, then returned it to her nub, keeping her lips apart on one side with the other finger. Her scent filled the air. It had been a busy day and her juices had already become fragrantly stagnant. She was raw and ready to proceed, slowly using her finger to part and tenderly stroke between her inner lips, touching her clitoris so sensitive on the upward stroke. Too early yet to enter her vagina. She wanted this to be almost perfect, enjoyable and in time with her imagination has she breathed long deep breaths with her eyes closed.
Sienna began to enjoy her soft gentle play. Fingers now delving into her vagina. Not one, not two, but three fingers has she become wider. More clothing had to be removed, more comfort was demanded. Nobody would know she was there, alone in those woods.
Slowing the rental car, he suddenly came upon a clearing. There, turned slightly from the road, was the car he had followed. He approached the driver's side, there appeared to be nobody in the car at first. Then righting himself, and remembering for the umpteenth time that the driver's side was opposite the norm back home, he changed direction and headed to the proper side of the vehicle. The rental car was virtually silent, the smoothest engine he had ever had during many a trip to Europe. He just had to have one back home, he thought. And then, he noticed her. He could not help watching her, undisturbed in her act of impending sexual pleasure. "Fuck" he whispered to himself. It was the very same blonde he had just been thinking of.
The restraining suspender belt was removed and then her blouse opened so she could feel and pull on her aroused nipples, pulling down the cups of her bra. The very thought of being naked crossed her mind, but still she continued with caution.
With each delving of her fingers she scooped out her cream, licking it, tasting herself. If only she had her vibrator to enhance the sensations. It had to be finger play all the way, just like the days before she had discovered the many sex toys she had collected to date.
Eyes closed, pulling and twisting on her nipple and smoothing her g-spot within her sex, she was ready to ride her first orgasmic peak. She moaned and twisted her body slightly, now pulling aside her thong to get a much better access as the release dribbled between her buttocks. There was more to be had. In her imagination, that stranger was fucking her, filling her with his hardness and pumping her. She began to jerk on her fingers as if it felt so real, riding her orgasms.
There he was, watching this woman perform the most intimate of rituals without invitation. His slacks had been stressed across the front by his burgeoning manhood at the sight of her. With one last admiring glance, he turned to leave. And that's when a large branch cracked under foot. Cringing, he knew he had been found out.
