Attila sat around, bored, as usual. He had rented this cabin to relax and kick back, and here he was, bored. He turned on the television and idly flicked through the channels, not really seeing what was on. He threw the remote down, disgusted, and walked out to the kitchen. Attila dug through the fridge, found a beer, and twisted the cap off. Swallowed half of it in one long draught and then sauntered back into the living room. His gaze lingered on the window, out into the woods that surrounded the cabin. Hmm, he thought, maybe he would venture outside today. Outdoors couldn't possibly be any more boring than indoors.
He walked out to the foyer and grabbed a light jacket, looked down at his feet and figured sneakers would do for walking on the groomed trails. He finished his beer and walked out the door, letting the fresh air fill his lungs. He looked about, scanning the woods for a trail. He spotted one that looked fairly well traveled and headed out toward it, moving in an easterly direction.
Attila looked around as he walked, looking at the trees, listening to the birds chirping, hearing the wind rustle through the leaves. He walked for quite sometime, growing bored with the scenery, started to get irritated at the noisy little birds. He was also working up a light sweat, and decided that he would sit and rest and then turn back.
The sound of running water caught his attention. Maybe it would be cooler near the water. He turned his head this way and that, trying to locate the source of the sound. Ahh, there it was. Attila turned to his right and started off toward the sound. Shortly a small brook was visible, and...wouldn't you know it, there was a large flat rock there, perfect for sitting on. Attila hiked over to the rock and sat, watching the water rush by, feeling himself cool down.
His ears perked up at what sounded like voices.....female voices. Nah, couldn't be, not way out here in the middle of nowhere. Nonetheless, he sat up a little more and kept his ears open. There they were again. He stood up and started walking toward the voices, stopping every now and again to relocate the exact position of them. He got closer and closer to them and finally came out into a small clearing, where the grass was long and golden.
The voices grew louder and they were definitely female. Interesting. He started walking again, quietly, trying to make out what the voices were saying. Only two voices, as far as he could tell. He crept closer, trying to keep the grass from rustling too loudly. What were they saying? And why did they sound so familiar?
He stopped suddenly, a flashbulb going off in his mind. Attila grinned, it couldn't be, or could it? That voice, the huskier one, sounded like Xena. No, no, it couldn't be. What on earth would Xena be doing in the middle of nowhere? And in the woods at that?
Attila crept closer still, trying not to make a sound, his breathing was fast and silent, and the light sheen of sweat had returned. He was sure he heard moans of pleasure. The grass parted around his legs silently as he moved closer and closer. He finally decided that he was close enough for now, and stopped and listened again. His head cocked to one side. There were definitely moans coming from straight ahead. Now, should he keep trying to get closer, or should he stay here? Common sense prevailed.....he decided he had to get closer and see who these female voiced belonged to.
Crouching down low, Attila duck-walked toward the sounds. He stopped once when a cry of pleasure pierced the still air. A smile played around his lips, as he imagined what could have caused that. A growing bulge in his pants made him shift uncomfortably, and he stopped to readjust himself before moving on.
The voices were low murmurs that were gradually growing more and more distinct; and the more distinct they became the more certain he was that the husky voice belonged to Xena -- his dream woman. Attila finally stopped when he spotted a flattened clearing in the grass. He parted the stalks with both hands, breath held and peered through.
He couldn't believe his eyes....Xena......
He was right about that part. She lay in the clearing, legs spread wide, while another girl with long blonde hair worked between them. Something about that hair was vaguely familiar....but he could hardly focus on that....he was transfixed by the sight of Xena writhing around in the grass, moaning, groaning, telling the girl to lick her harder, faster.
The bulge in his pants grew noticeably larger. His hand slipped absently down to adjust himself again. He let his hand stay where it was, stroking himself through the thin cotton.
"Suck me hard, make me come," rang out in the still air. The sound of that voice made Attila shiver a little.
"C'mon Brit, I want to come all over your face....." Brit? Brit? That couldn't be what he heard. But that hair, that sweet little ass twitching about in the air.....they were both vaguely familiar to him. No, it couldn't be. Xena was moaning and panting now, her fingers tangled in Brit's hair, keeping her face mashed into her crotch.
"MMmmmmmnnnnnnn, I'm coming, I'm coming," Xena cried out hoarsely.
Attila couldn't believe his ears....or his eyes for that matter. Xena, Warrior Princess.....coming right before his very eyes. His hand was moving faster against his pants, still absently and without purpose for now.
