The sun was so hot she almost felt like she was melting. "Damn, I wish I had a cold drink." This morning when she had left the sun was just starting to take the chill out of the morning air.
It was early when she struck out on her journey. Looking for wild plants to transplant around her yard, she had gone wandering, shovel and wagon in tow. The air was still crisp and her body shivered as she stepped outside. "Brrrrr!" She could feel the cool air chill her damp hair, and goose bumps stood out on her skin. Dressed for the heat later in the day, she could feel her nipples harden against the cool morning air. Pulling her hoodie on, she thought of how much she enjoyed the early summer mornings, before the hot air made the world feel like it was standing still.
It was that cool morning air she thought of now as the sun shone hot in the sky. The wagon held the treasured plants she had found so far. Deciding to turn back before the wagon got to heavy to pull, and longing for something icy cold to drink, she headed back down the hill side. Going downhill was definitely easier, especially with the wagon full. She had long shed her hoodie, walking in her bikini top, feeling the sun warm her skin. The farther she walked the hotter and stiller the air felt. She stopped and undid the top, stretching her arms above her head, basking in the feel of the sun's hot rays on her breasts. She loved to be naked in the sun, letting it envelope her in its warmth.
Leaning back against his truck he wiped his brow. Today was not the best day to be out putting up a fence, the heat was crazy out. Only 6 more posts and he was calling it a day. As he reached for his gloves, he realized he had left his pick axe down by the creek. He had stopped there earlier to cool off, splashing the refreshing water over his face and head. "Okay, 6 more posts, and a hike back to the creek, then I'll call it a day," he thought to himself.
She broke from the soft shade of the trees and found herself at the edge of a small creek. The water was shimmering with the sunshine and the sound of the rippling water enticed her closer. Well, it wasn't a drink but it would feel wonderful just to wade in it. She slowly walked across the rocky shore and dipped her toes into the water. The icy cold sent a shock through her leg; she quickly pulled her foot out and bent to rub her arms with water. Although it was cold, it felt so refreshing. Looking around her she saw a log jutting out of the water farther down the creek. She went back to the wagon and pulled it into the shade. The plants would have to wait, it was so quiet and peaceful, and all she wanted to do was sit and enjoy the magnificent scenery. She spread her hoodie out and sat on the log, splashing her feet into the water. As the sounds and smells held her attention, she felt the heat drain her body. Moving to where the log was flatter she laid back. This was what summer was all about.
Finally he could see the clearing in the trail ahead. It led straight to the creek; he had walked it a million times. It was his oasis; he loved everything about the area; the sound of the creek as it rushed over the rocky bed, the trees towering above him, the smell of the fresh, running water, the mountains looming in the background. It was here he felt the most at home.
As he reached down to grab his axe he glanced over to his favorite spot, the old log that rested part way in the water. "Jesus," the heat was playing with his mind. He could have sworn he saw a woman lying on the log. Couldn't be, but just to be sure he wasn't getting heat stroke, he decided to take a closer look. Climbing his way over the rocks and shrubs he came upon a sight that took his breath away. It wasn't the heat, there was a woman lying there......a half naked woman to boot! "Where the hell did she come from?" he wondered. He'd seen a lot of beautiful sights around here but never one like this. He didn't know what to do. Should he say something, or gently touch her. He didn't want to startle her, and he was pretty sure she thought she was alone out here. This was too unreal; it had to be some kind of joke, his buddies pulling some sort of prank on him. He glanced around but all he could see was the great outdoors and this woman.
As he looked at her he was mesmerized. Her blonde hair shone in the sun, cascading off the log. All she had on were denim shorts and sneakers. The sun had turned her skin to a golden-brown and her cheeks were rosy from being in the heat. God, she was beautiful. She was the one, the woman he had seen in his dreams. And now here she was, only a few feet away from him and he was too stunned to move. All the sights and sounds that a few moments before were all he could focus on were gone; all he could see now was her. Still unsure of what to do, he crept quietly forward. His hand reached out to touch her shoulder. Her skin felt soft and hot. Still she didn't move, yet he knew from her breathing that she had fallen asleep. Not wanting to scare her, but feeling the need to touch her again, his hand took on a mind of its own. Softly he stroked her hair. It felt like silk between his fingers. As he gazed at her his eyes took in the sight of her chest rising and falling as she breathed. Her breasts rose with pink nipples straining to reach the sun. Again his hand took over and he gently glided his palm over her breast. His hand was not the only thing with a mind of its own. He could feel his groin tighten against his jeans. He cupped her warm breast and it filled his hand. As he pulled his hand away he watched her nipple harden, and felt his own erection growing harder. "Damn, this is too much," he thought to himself, "If she wakes up I'll scare the hell out of her." Yet he couldn't make himself move away from her, her half naked body had made time stand still.
She stirred softly, somewhere in the never land of sleep. Her dreams had taken her to somewhere warm and she could feel soft caresses on her bare skin. God it felt good. Letting the dream take her farther, she floated down into it, her body hovering on the edge of blissful sleep.
He knelt beside the log and saw the sweat glistening on her body. Her scent was filling his mind with ideas he knew couldn't happen. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw him looming over her she'd be screaming her head off. Common sense told him he should either just walk away or step back and try to wake her without scaring the hell out of her. There was no way he wanted to wake her though, he wanted to watch her, to touch her, to lose himself in the sight and smell of her. After dreaming of this girl for so long the last thing he wanted was for her to be frightened of him.
He brought his hand to her chest and traced down the middle of her breasts. Her skin was smooth and slick. Her body felt like velvet under his rough, calloused hands. His fingers grazed her nipples and again he watched them harden from his touch.
In her dream she felt the touch, felt her nipples grow hard, felt the strong urge for them to be touched again. She sighed and arched her back towards the touch.
Watching her reaction only made him want her more. His cock was tight and hard, straining against his pants. He wondered how it would feel; her nipple in his mouth. The tight, pink bud against his lips, against his tongue. Slowly he lowered his head toward her, deeply breathing in the smell of her. He could feel the heat from her skin against his lips, he was so close. Gently he brushed his tongue against her. She tasted like sweet salt, like nothing he'd ever tasted before. His tongue flicked against her nipple and it tightened under his touch. Parting his lips he drew her into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her. Her breath caught in a gasp and again she arched toward the exquisite feeling.
His mind was swirling with heat and lust. He raised his head up and watched as her hands went to her own breasts, kneading them, her fingertips toying with the nipples. He joined his hands with hers and she rubbed them against her chest, her breathing growing more rapid.
He knew now he could no longer just walk away. His cock was so stiff he didn't think he'd be able to walk anywhere right now. His balls were tight, the pressure in them building and wanting to escape. He gently slid one hand down the length of her stomach. As he brushed the top of her shorts her hips rose up and she moaned softly. She reached her hand down between her thighs, rubbing herself. Gingerly he let his hand follow hers, to the spot he wanted to lose himself in. If he thought her body was hot, it was nothing compared to what he felt as his hand stroked the heat between her legs. He could feel the moisture from her through the shorts. The dampness drove him wild. He brought his hand to his face and breathed in the scent of her.
She could feel the yearning building in her body, her lips swelling and her clitoris longing to be touched. Yes, that touch. She felt it; she was losing herself in it.
Had he not been so entranced with what was going on he would have been truly amazed. Here was this woman he'd found, at the end of his trail, like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Not only had he found her but here he was touching her, kissing her and oh so desperately wanting her. And by the looks of things she was wanting something too, and wanting it more each time he touched or kissed her.
As he rubbed the spot between her legs his head dropped and his teeth bit at her nipple. She moaned louder and pressed her hot wetness against his hand harder. Again and again he nipped at her, flicked his tongue against her. Before he'd even realized what had happened she had twined her fingers into his hair and was pulling him against her breast.