It was a gorgeous day, still winter but it felt like spring. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the squirrels were playing merely in the trees. The weather had been terrible until today, constant cold and rain. Candice loves the outdoors and longs for days like these. She had been cooped up in her office, working herself dizzy trying to stay on top of the mountain of work her boss has been giving her. She looked outside and thought that it would be the perfect opportunity to take a nice walk in the nearby woods. This is the place she likes to be, surrounded by nature at it's best. She cleared the work that she had to get done, then sprang out of the office at lunchtime, eager to escape to the place where she finds herself at peace. In the woods, she can forget about all her problems and focus on the things that make her happy.
She drives to a secluded spot, taking off her shoes she walks along in her bare feet. The cool earth and sun touched grass feel warm and inviting under her feet. She walks and walks, it doesn't matter which direction, clearing her mind of all things that have troubled her over the past weeks. She thinks of only the beauty of the trees, the animals and the way the sun feels on her face.
She finds a small clearing on the side of a mountain with a clump of smooth rocks that seem to invite her to them. She sits on the top of the tallest rock, the one with the large flat top and looks out over the beautiful panoramic view of the valley below. As she sits, she feels all the stresses of life simply melt from her body. She wants to free herself of all distraction and feel closer to her surrounding, so she slips off her dress, bra and panties, tossing them to the ground below. She lies back on the rock, putting her hands behind her head and looks up into the deep, rich blue sky. She sees a hawk flying high, making slow circles. It's as if she were flying with the hawk. She can see his wings shifting, feathers fluttering, as he effortlessly shifts his direction in air. She can feel the power and freedom of the hawk. What a great day, what a wonderful day.
She closes her eyes and listens to the sounds all around her, no voices, no cars, just the rustling of leave as the gentle breeze makes them dance in their tree top perches. She feels so warm, so at peace, she can feel the embrace of nature as it cuddles her in its loving arms. She drifts off into a light sleep, she is aware of what is going on around her, but her mind is drifting away into that haze just before sleep.……....... flying high as the hawk, floating effortlessly and feeling free…………….
She looks down, as if floating in mid-air, she can see herself lying on the rock. The breeze kissing her silken red hair, flowing lightly, glimmering as it reflects the sun’s rays. Her long, smooth legs look warm and sensual. Her breasts slowly rising and falling with each breath of the fresh mountain air. She was surprised at how much she liked the sight of her own body, long and lean, with angles and soft curve that seemed to blend perfectly with the natural surroundings.
She heard a noise in the brush, she sees him and there a few feet away, slowly and ever so cautiously a wolf emerges. With steely eyes and a keen sense of smell she watches as he surveys the landscape. She watches as the wolf walks around the rocks where her still sleeping body lay. She is not afraid, she feels only calm, she’s not sure how she knows it, but she knows the wolf is her friend. The wolf moves behind the rocks, out of her sight for only a moment, then emerges on the other side at the base of the tall rock. She looks again and discovers it's not the wolf, it's a man, naked and beautiful. He climbs the rock with the quickness, grace and agility that surprised her. As she watches him stand over her, she wonders where he came from, then she looks into his eyes and sees, the same steely eyes of the wolf.
She watches as the man kneels next to her naked and sleeping body. Her body responds, as if knowing the man is there. Her eyes flutter, her back arches slightly and her breathing quickens as the man softly touches her skin. He runs his fingers along her ear and jaw line, her head moves to the side, allowing him to stroke the side of her neck. His hands gently work their way down her shoulders, down her chest, lingering to caress her breasts, sides and belly, for what seems like hours. Her body is glistening from the light perspiration that is now covering her entire body. Her head moving slowly from side to side as the tingles of sexual desire build. She could feel the juices flowing through her, feel the intense oneness with her own body, his body and the rock beneath her.
Although watching her own body from above, she could feel every touch, sense every movement, hear every moan emanate from within her soul. Her senses were keen as the wolf, her vision as sharp as the hawk and her passion as strong as the lioness.
As his lips met hers, their tongues entwined, her raw animal lust was awakened. Her hand came up and stroked his neck softly as they kissed. He inhaled her breath, hot and sweet. Her nipples hardened with desire as they rubbed against his chest with every intake of her breath. His taste, his touch, his smell, she was overwhelmed with longing that poured into her with each heartbeat.
