Amber lay in the grass, looking up at the sky. Her hair fell over her shoulders and arms like silk, while her soft body glowed in the sunlight. As always in this place, she felt utterly relaxed. All her problems seemed so far away.
She stretched out on her back, feeling the warm breeze caress her skin, fluttering the short skirt to just above her knees. Sounds of birdsong drifted by as if they where all for her enjoyment. She softly let her fingers brush over her chest. Fondling herself softly brought an excited smile across her face.
"I've missed you." She murmured softly to the world around her as she touched herself lightly between the thighs. "Oh god..." Inhaling deeply, she savored the moment, imagining someone who knew what he wanted; whose touch wouldn't be rushed or clumsy but gentle yet strong. Someone demanding, knowing exactly where to go, whispering all the right things... Someone other than her.
She imagined being pleasured tenderly. He would hold her gently as she writhed beneath him. His voice low and husky, telling her how much she turned him on, teasing her mercilessly... What kind of man? Maybe tall and handsome with blond hair and bright blue eyes and a kind smile... Perhaps more rough-hewn with dark hair and big brown eyes, broad shoulders and rippling muscles. There were so many kind of men that made her tingle..
Or maybe... a woman? The thought made Amber's heart race. She pictured long hair cascading over the shoulders of a beautiful, sexy redhead. It wasn't often that her mind wandered into such erotic territory. She'd never even kissed another girl.. Wouldn't it be something if that fantasy of hers came true?
How wonderful it might feel if both a guy AND a girl held her down as they took turns giving her pleasure... That was... to much?
"Fuck!" She gasped aloud, as she felt the intense sensation between her thighs, her breathing heavy as she bit down on her bottom lip, groaning loudly as she started rubbing faster, trembling now, biting back moans of ecstasy as she worked herself closer to climax. Oh yes. Yes please! Just a little more... "Oh my god," Her words seemed to echo through the woods around her like thunder, then she stopped her motion, letting the approaching orgasm reside a bit.. Savoring the sensations that ran through her...
Suddenly twig snapped and immediately sent her pulse racing.
Was someone coming? Did someone know she was here? Had someone been watching?
No... There is no way anyone would have found her out here, right? But what if?
Amber shivered with fear and excitement, and made her way into the cover of a bush. From here she had a good view of the clearing while being hidden from any passersby.
She held her breath and waited.
Someone appeared in the clearing.. It was a man, probably in his mid-thirties.
He was very well built, muscular but not overly so;
His body was tanned but not burned, covered by a white shirt unbuttoned at the top, short brown hair, blue eyes.
His features were striking, ruggedly handsome yet kind looking. His nose looked a bit crooked, as if it had been broken.
He took off his shirt. Her cheeks began to burn as she watched him.
He didn't look like anyone she had ever seen before. There was something about him that just seemed exotic; beautiful, but slightly dangerous..
She remained hidden as the man walked over to the water.
She heard him stop and take a drink, then he walked slowly towards where she was hiding and sat down just a short distance away.
Her heart was racing as she realized how close she was to this mysterious stranger. Her hands were shaking, holding her chest.
He was sitting with his back against a tree, half hidden from view and.. Oh, god. She bit her lip, was he...
Her eyes widened as she realized what the man was doing.
He had undone his pants and was now... Amber watched mesmerized as he slowly stroked himself. Her mouth opened in awe. Oh god, his movements were smooth and practiced, as if he did this every day.
She watched him, watching his hand moving up and down at a slow, steady pace. A slight moan escaped his lips as his breathing became faster, his hand started moving faster.
Amber couldn't move or speak. She sat there staring at his hand as he worked his cock, her mind reeling from shock. She'd never seen anything like it. A man pleasuring himself? It felt so intimate. And so exciting.
She could hear the sound of his breathing as he stared at his hand working up and down his shaft, a small smile on his face.
She let her hand move down, between her legs..
The man's movements seemed more urgent now, faster, less controlled. His hips moved with the rhythm of his hand. His chest rose and fell in time to his breaths, his gaze never leaving the action in front of him. Amber saw beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his breathing became shallower. Then suddenly, he stopped and turned his head... His gaze met hers. Amber sat there, frozen. Had she been making a noise?
The man stared into her eyes, meeting them steadily for several moments before speaking. "Do you like what you see?" He said.
"Y-yes..." Amber managed to reply. Her voice was barely a whisper. She felt like she was in some sort of trance.
"Me too," He replied with a smile on his lips as his hand went back to work, very slowly this time.
That sent a jolt of lightning through her body, he didn't stop... He kept going even though...
His gaze held her eyes and he seemed to be staring straight into her soul, as if he knew exactly what was going on in her mind.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.
Amber hesitated, she wasn't sure how to answer. She felt...nervous, guilty, excited. And more than anything else, aroused.
She swallowed,
"No." Amber whispered, "Don't stop.."
This was by far the most exciting thing she had ever seen.
The man nodded, his gaze move over her body.
Amber watched him, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, her breathing rapid. Her mouth felt so dry. He moaned quietly, eyes still fixed on her. "May I come closer?" he asked.
Amber's heart was pounding so loudly she thought it might break free from her chest. His expression was filled with lust, his eyes burning as he watched at her.
"Y-yes." Amber stuttered.
He got up from the tree and walked over to her.
She gripped the grass, as if to hold herself steady.
He was standing over her, his breathing heavy. She was terrified but couldn't look away, yearning for him to touch himself again.. But he just held there, looking down at her.. Why didn't he continue...
