"What a day, what a life." Adam was thinking as he took the short cut home through the woods.
The fact that he even had need of the short cut, or to walk at all for that matter, was down to the act that he had broken down. To Adam this was just another indication that the whole world and its' dog had it in for him. Work sucked, he had been passed over for promotion yet again, and his last girlfriend had recently dumped him to join some religious cult or other with a guy she had to bow down to.
"Mmm." His mind began to wander as he remembered how much she 'REALLY' liked to bow down at times. He shook his head clear of the images.
And now his car had just spluttered to a halt three miles from home. Well it would be three miles by road, but it was only a mile and a half if he cut through the wood.
"Knowing my luck," he was thinking, "at best I'll get lost, and at worst I'll probably trip and break my bloody leg."
"Fan bloody tastic!" He yelled as it started to rain.
Yes, it would certainly seem that Adam Oakwood was most definitely not among the chosen few.
Head down now he hurried on his way, mindful of not only the wet muddy path we followed, but also of the many roots and fallen branches he had to negotiate.
"Bloody weather." He grumbled up at the grey, cloud filled sky, and tripped, falling headfirst through the bushes on the side off to his right.
"Marvellous, things just go from bad to worse." He was moaning to himself, as he struggled to stand, brushing, as best he could, the mess from his wet clothes. He looked up.
"What!!" His bottom jaw dropped, and he did a passable impression of a goldfish.
Adam stared across a grass covered glade, his eyes taking in the small and strange figures gambolling in frantic and gay abandon everywhere he looked. Such was his amazement he failed to notice totally, a) That the sun was shining, and b) that a petite female was pulling at his sleeve and staring up into his face.
"Are you taken?" She asked him in a tinkling little voice.
"Sorry, what?" He looked down, and again he managed that passable impression of a goldfish, which he did.
"Green," he sputtered, "your hair, it's green."
"Yes, and yours is brown." She nodded her head agreeing with him.
"Your, your not...not.."
"Human?" She helped him finish the sentence, which seemed to be causing him considerable problems.
"No..yes...no...Your not human are you, I mean?"
"Of course not you silly man, just look around, no one here is, except perhaps you that is."
"Hmm?" He looked up and this time looked more closely at the other occupants of the glade. She was right, they weren't human. There were what he could only describe as nymphs playing and splashing, naked in the water. And what they were playing. He felt as if his eyes had come out on stalks. He had certainly not seen games like that before.
"Wow!!" He exclaimed, forcing himself to look away.
What he saw next he had seen in pictures and even depicted in a statue, but the reality of it, well it certainly made him feel a little inadequate. A satyr, half man half goat, he thought, but if that shocked him it was as nothing when compared to the length of his erect penis, which seemed to reach almost half way up his chest. That he was the centre of attention for many females, be they nymphs, fairies, heck even a female centaur came as no surprise to him, And then there were..
"You're a dryad." He exclaimed as he once again looked down at his new-found friend.
"Who's a clever boy then," she did a passable impression of a parrot, "of course I am, but you still haven't answered my question." She was bouncing up and down by now, and Adam could tell she was becoming slightly impatient with him.
"Question," he asked her, "What question was that?"
"Grrr." She seemed to growl, a small frown coming to her, as he now noticed, very pretty face."
"Are you taken? Can I have you?" Adam was to say the least a little taken aback by this, and paused to collect his thoughts before answering.
"Am I taken, well the answer to that is no, and when you say can you have me, do you mean..."
"Yes of course I do" She predicted the end of his question, and at the same time she slid a tiny hand down inside the front of his trousers.
"Oooh!" Adam seemed to shriek. "Ooh!" He repeated in what he thought sounded a much more manly tone.
"Mmmm not bad." She informed him as she wrapped her fingers around his already semi-hard member. Well he had been watching the nymphs and the others 'playing', so she wasn't really all that surprised by that fact.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." She sang as she hurriedly undid his trousers and pulled them down his legs. Adams length stood proudly in front of him, twitching slightly.
"Oh good," she looked up at him and winked, "he does want to play, AND that answers the second part of my question nicely."
"Second part?" Adam asked her quizzically.
"Can I have you? From the look and feel of this," she wrapped her tiny hand around his cock and squeezed to let him know what she was alluding to, "I can. In fact I will." And in a blur of movement, her hands moving to fast for him to see, she soon had him as naked as the day he was born.
Adam quivered with anticipation as she stroked her hands tenderly and slowly down his chest, until he felt the soft touch of her fingers slide down the side of his quivering hard flesh. She stopped, then gently stroked upwards with her fingertips, toying, caressing softly.
"Mmmm." Was the only sound that Adam could manage to make, as his body shivered with pleasure.
She took a small step backwards, and stood standing with her hands on her hips, and her chest pushed slightly forward.
"Well? She asked him.
"Full of questions isn't she?" He thought before replying out loud.
"Well what?" He reached towards her, eager for to carry on where she had left off, but she took another step back.
She ran her hands down the front of her thin, almost see through dress. "What do you think, do I look pretty?"
Adam just stood shocked, not knowing quite what to say. She had stuck her hand down his trousers, stripped him naked, stroked his, now very excited, cock, and made it obvious she was going to take him whether he liked it or not. Liked it or not? As if he had to think too hard about that, and now she wanted to know what he thought of her dress. Crazy!!
"Very nice." He said in that, just take it off and lets' get down to it, type voice that some men used. Again he started to move towards her, his arms stretched out in front of him.
She placed her right hand on his chest to stop him, and it seemed to gently shove him backwards. Well he had expected gently, she was after all only petite, but he was launched into the air and sent flying backwards, finally to come to earth in a heap about ten feet away.
He scrambled to his feet, pulling bits of grass and twig from his pubic hairs.
"You're stronger than you look." He told her, trying to sound as casual about it as he could.
"Dryad." she answered him, and he nodded in the affirmative.
"Trees." She moved her arm around in a semi circle bringing his attention to the trees surrounding the glade. Adam nodded. Yes, dryads were bonded to trees he knew that. She pointed upwards.
"Mine."
Adam looked up...and up....and up, it certainly was a big tree, an Oak if he wasn't very much mistaken, which he knew he wasn't. And it looked strong.
"Wow!" Was all he could rather lamely think of to say as he made his way slowly back to where she still stood, now hands on hips.
He put the short walk to good use, as he finally really looked at her. "Mmm." He was thinking, pretty he had thought she was, but this description fell way short of the mark. There was an almost ageless beauty about her youthful looking face, which her long green hair emphasised rather than detracted from. She was petite in stature, but she seemed to radiate strength, a strength, which he had already felt first hand. He looked from her face to her chest, and found that his mouth suddenly felt dry. Her breasts were not large, in fact hey were quite small, but even through the material of her light green dress he couldn't fail but notice her long jutting nipples.
Continuing his examination, for examination it was, no quick glance and move on for him, his eyes came to rest on that delightful area not too far beneath her waist. Expecting to see green hair if any at all through the sheer material, he was surprised to see that her pubic hair was in fact brown, and matched the colour of the great oak behind her. He licked his lips, it was short, and he could clearly see the lines and contours of what otherwise it would have concealed.
Blinking furiously, and going "Oooh!" he looked down further and noticed she wore thin sandals on her tiny little feet. They were held in place by what appeared to be ribbons, which criss-crossed across her calves upward, and were secured just below her knees.
