Too restless, I couldn't settle myself. This was typical after a particularly stressful work week. My thoughts fretted over all the anxieties and tension that had built up over the last few days as I changed into not-work clothes.
A simple pair of cotton drawstring pants went on over my bare skin.
Ahh, much better.
They were my favorites, so lightweight and comfy. It was summer, and too hot for underwear, even at four in the afternoon. I threw on a faded green tank top.
I let my hair loose from the confinement of the neat, tight bun I had worn for work. I grabbed my brush and ran it through my brown hair as I padded into the bathroom. Pulling it back, I separated it into strands and began weaving them into a single, thick, sensible braid. The end of it slapped the small of my back when I tied it off and let it go. I peeked in the mirror.
Ugh, I need more sleep.
The circles under my eyes were too dark.
The rest of me was looking better, though my heavy breasts and full, curvy figure weren't flattered by the old comfy favorites I'd thrown on. I shrugged in the mirror.
The critters won't care.
I was ready to bounce off the wall with the tension that rode tight through my body. Without delay, I flipped off the light, walked through the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and my little backpack before lunging out the back door. I let it slam shut behind me.
Slinging the small pack over my shoulders, I skipped down the steps and out to the road. I put in my earphones and flipped my music player on. My favorite remix started. I walked fast, my steps hitting to the beat of the music. The road I lived on had a half mile before it turned into a trail head, and I wanted to get there as quickly as possible.
The late afternoon sun made the skin on my back prickle. The ground-eating, loping pace I set began to soothe me, revitalizing my muscles with each step. The street was old asphalt, pitted, and rough with gravel. I passed a couple more houses, set back from the road, like mine. Another song ended and before the third began, my steps slowed.
The end of the road
. I chuckled to myself.
I walked around the dull looking steel barrier, on the other side of which the road continued as a dirt trail. As I stepped off the pavement and onto the earth, I pulled the plugs out of my ears, stowed the music player in my pack, and swigged some water. The trail angled south and descended steeply. Downhill I went, the trail quickly disappearing in a dense cloud of green.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of moist earth and thriving undergrowth. The trail followed the burbles of a lazy creek, and the lush, riparian growth encompassed me in a riot of green. Birds sang and twittered at each other above me. A squirrel scolded me in sharp, staccato chirping. The smells and sounds of life around me were heady, dizzying. A natural smile lit up my face and my step took on a happier bounce.
Slender willow trees, draped with their slim graceful leaves, seemed to be leaning in toward the creek to hear what the splashing water was saying to the rocks. Sunlight dappled the path in patches and bursts as it filtered down through the trees. The air here was already cooler than up on the road.
Now where is my turn off?
I was watching the edges of the path intently for my own small side trail.
There!
I pushed past a stand of wild roses, careful to avoid getting snagged on them. A smaller rabbit path led off into the trees. I hadn't seen anyone today, but the main trail was well used. Now that I was off of it, and away from the chances of seeing another soul, I relaxed.
My pace slowed. The peace of the wilderness sank into me. My footsteps fell quietly in the shadows of oaks and sycamores. The woods pulsed with life and the rhythm flowed through me.
After another twenty minutes of blissful hiking, my trail climbed out of the forest and up a small, grassy hill. At the top, a massive, ancient oak tree grew. A few huge shards of granite rose up out of the earth in a rough, irregular ring, crowning the hill. Spaced a bit more regularly, they would resemble some British standing stone circles I'd seen in photos. But these had grown in with the tor, and the huge old tree had grown up among them. This was my own sacred place. I had been coming here for years and had never found traces of another visitor.
Even better.
The ground was covered in tall grasses that let up a rich, verdant aroma as I sat down in them. I sat cross legged, leaning back against one of the sun-warm boulders. I groaned in pleasure. I felt tranquil, so changed from an hour before. I took my shoes and socks off, letting the long blades of grass tickle my bare feet. Sinking down to lie on the ground, a new waft of sweetness from the grass under my body tickled my senses. The sky was a brilliant blue, set off by some bright wisps of cloud.
My body felt alive. My muscles tingled from the exercise and the cool earth beneath me made me shiver. Wisps of hair framing my face had come free from the hasty braiding during the hike. My hand brushed my breast on its way to pull an errant hair from my face. Both nipples hardened from the brief touch.
Sensitive, are we?
. I felt so alive, my skin highly sensitized. I let my hand trail back down to slowly trace circles around one, teasing it into a hard knot of flesh. A wave of sensual awareness washed from my teased nipple over my whole body, coalescing in my gut and settling lower. I stopped. I was hesitant to encourage my sudden arousal.
But, well, why not? I continued toying idly with first one and then the other nipple until both were fat, hard points pushing at my thin cotton shirt and starting to ache. I let my hand slide lazily from my breasts down to my belly, then under my shirt to the top of my pants.
I untied the drawstring and slipped them off. Now I was completely naked from the waist down.
Naughty girl...
I felt strange. I'd never masturbated out in the open like this. Just because I'd never encountered anyone right here didn't mean that someone couldn't show up. This was very naughty, and then the lasciviousness of it swept over me.
My fingers caressed down my leg and up my inner thigh. Slowly they traced the lips of my exposed sex, just missing my clit. My stomach tightened and my body began to smolder.
Mmm, just a quick one...
I felt exposed lying there, half naked, in the cool grass. The wide sky open above me, the only shelter the nearby boulders. I could feel the soil and grass beneath my bare ass, connecting me to the earth. It was exhilarating, exciting. The chances of being discovered were slim, but the possibility brought a thrill. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the temptation, letting my fingers find my hot little pearl.
I teased at my clit with slow, light circles. I felt it swell under my touch, becoming almost too sensitized. The intensity of the sensation heated my entire body. I dipped my finger into my own wetness and continued circling my clit. My lips parted slightly, my breath quickened and started to come in pants. My breath matched the rhythm of my fingers, both accentuating the build towards an inevitable crescendo. I squeezed my nipple and shuddered, the moisture from my fingers lingering there, cooling and causing my nipple to harden more. I felt the current of pleasure like electricity shooting from aching nipple to my pussy. My surroundings faded as the orgasm built within me.
Oh, ohhh fuck, yesss...
A shadow fell across my face. My eyes flew open, expecting to see a cloud passing overhead. Instead I was looking into a pair of mischievous, mossy green eyes flecked with gold. The laughing eyes were framed by a halo of soft, brassy curls. I squeaked and sat up instantly, hands shooting out for my pants. Which weren't there.
