A cry from a morning lark stirred her from her sleep. She languidly stretched in her feline way and breathed in the morning mountain air. Cool, crisp, silent save for the birds and a gentle breeze bringing a hint of autumn. Stirring from her bed, she looked out the window of her holiday cabin. The undulating scene before her, the colors creeping into the forest leaves, the solitude and the chance to regroup from a busy life left her refreshed and invigorated.
The only sign of humanity around her was the track wending down from her hill to the valley, and a couple of plumes of fireplace smoke from some distant chimneys. Another magic day - what would it bring to her?
Today, she thought she would visit the local township and take in the color and atmosphere. Being a little out of the ways, it wasn't touristy, but it wasnt the backblocks and completely isolated. She'd felt welcome last time she went in for supplies. She smiled quietly to herself thinking about the cute young man behind the grocery counter- so friendly, so effortlessly strong, those muscles smoothly sliding under his shirt as he loaded the supplies into her car, only to smile warmly, a godlike prince waiting to learn about the world... her mind drifted into a pleasant singsong musing as she slipped into the shower. Oh, she might be out in the middle of nowhere, but she'd made sure she had all her creature comforts. Getting back to nature only took one so far in appreciation.
And nature had treated that young man soooo well. The warm stream of water played down her neck and back, she leaned back and let it caress her hair, touch her satin skin....
Felt really good. She let the languidity of sleep slowly wash out of her, but with the same pleasant afterglow remaining. She stroked her face, a face that was again showing its beauty having shed a busy life for a couple of weeks - her smile was coming back to her and she felt again like a teenager, tasting the wonders of adult life with the energy and spirit that was creeping back into her soul
The City is fine, but every so often you have to get back to basics - to keep in touch with reality. The water bubbled playfully down her neck and over her breasts - she watched it stream over in rivulets down her body - pleased with her shape, her womanliness.
Was his smile for me? She mused - or did all the women and girls visit the town just to catch his sparkling brown eyes and broad shoulders? Her left hand left her cheek and smoothly drifted down the water to her left breast - she let a finger lazily circle around and over. It had been a while since she'd given herself permission to think about men. How old would he be, 23? 27? She tried to remember the name on his badge - it eluded her. It should have read Adonis. Wonder if he'll be there today?
Her finger started to take on its own rhythm, circling her areola, lightly touching her nipple. She enjoyed the gradual sensuousness of blood flowing in and engorging her breasts - her nipple hardening and filling under her caress. The warmth of the flow and the smell of pine gave her a heady feeling, stimulating and yet so laid back. Her right hand slid across her other breast, cupping it, sampling their fullness and gently pressing with her palm - sending a thrill through her.
She would have to visit the town today she thought, and giggled - she did feel so light headed and excited - how could a boy give her so much to look forward to on a simple shopping trip? It wasn't as if she'd thought about him a lot since then. But since then, she'd had the chance to sort through a lot of things - experience the pleasure of simplicity.
Her finger had done its job well; she felt her skin tingling and a familiar smoothness enter her loins. When was the last time she had played like this - with so much time to take pleasure in herself? Too long. Her right hand drifted down her stomach, she felt the familiar entanglement of her pubic hair, beckoning onwards and downwards. Twirling her fingers there, she remembered the wonder of her early budding womanhood and her marvel at the growth emerging - only to get caught up in bikini lines and other conforming activity.
It reminded her of the first time she explored her body, her fingers lightly touching those folds, enjoying the sensation they gave her. Her growing body indulging in idle fantasies about older boys - but all so new and exciting. Again her fingers touched her lips the same way. The lips on her mouth parted slightly in unison. The wetness - was it water, or her own body - it was difficult to tell, but she knew both were there, beckoned her and those naughty fingers again took up a rythym of their own, long, languid strokes along the length of her swelling lips
She thought about the young man again, she saw him smiling at her, she remembered casting her eyes over his strong frame, his tight jeans, his dark hair. Her breathing became heavy as she mentally pictured asking him if he would mind bringing the groceries to her house.
