It was a fine Saturday late in spring and Jackson was feeling bored. He had no real plans for the day and he just felt restless. What he needed, he decided, was to get outside and let the warm sun and the gentle breeze get rid of the mental cobwebs. He'd go for a hike. In the mountains, he decided, as the exercise would be good for him.
He drove up to a picnic area he knew of and hit one of the hiking trails. There was one that gave quite a nice scenic route. A couple of hours brisk hiking and he'd fetch up next to a small waterfall and a pool. It was slightly off the main trail and unless you'd been shown the way you wouldn't know it was there. A good place to take a break and have a sandwich.
He made good time and it was around noon when he arrived at the pool. He was mildly surprised to find the area already occupied. A young lady was sunbaking on the grass by the side of the pool. He surmised that she hadn't been swimming as she had on normal clothes, what there was of them. A crop top and a pair of very short shorts.
As the young lady was lying down near the picnic table provided Jackson had to pass close to her. He had just about reached his closest point to her when she jerked her head to one side, looking straight at him, as if she'd just noticed him. He would have been willing to admit to being a little surprised at this as he was damn sure she'd spotted him as soon as he entered the glade.
To add to this behaviour she gave a small faux scream and seemed to be trying to edge away from him on her bottom. Jackson quite naturally looked at her to try to see the cause of this odd behaviour. Had she, perchance, spotted a spider and required rescuing? No, she'd spotted something worse, it seemed. A potential rapist.
"You get away," she said quite shrilly. "Don't think you can get away with raping me."
"Excuse me?"
"You're a monster. You're going to rape me. You'll never get away with it."
"Look, I'm sorry if I scared you, but I have no intention of raping you," Jackson told her in soothing tones, wondering if she'd skipped her pills for the day.
"You're not?" she asked, sounding slightly dismayed. "But we're alone. I can't stop you. Are you sure?"
"Quite sure. It's terribly rude to rape someone, you know. I do like to think I have better manners than that."
"Oh." She seemed to be thinking this over, and then she brightened a little.
"Oh, I get it. You're going to try to seduce me. I'm not going to let you. I'll resist your charms, holding steadfast to my honour."
Jackson was trying to hold steadfast to his sense of humour. The girl was clearly an escapee from an asylum. Either that or she'd been reading too many of the wrong sort of books.
"No," he said shaking his head. "Not today. I'll pass on both the rape and the seduction. Sorry if that disappoints you."
"Disappoints me? Why would it disappoint me?" she asked, sounding disappointed to Jackson. "I'm pleased that you're not going to molest me. Um, why not? Are you gay?"
"Listen, girl, a man doesn't have to be gay not to want to molest you. What's your name, anyway? I can't keep on saying, hey, you."
"I'm Pearl. Why don't you want to seduce me? I'm young and pretty, aren't I? I'm getting a tan so I haven't much clothing on. I'd have thought you would be eager to make a pass? Not that I would have accepted it," she added, making sure Jackson knew she wasn't being forward in her behaviour.
"You're right. You're young and very pretty. You have an excellent figure, most of which is on display in that abbreviated outfit, which I'm sure I could peel off you quite easily. And to emphasize one point you made, you're young. Too young, I suspect. You have no idea what you're talking about."
"I am not too young. I'm eighteen. I know all about sex. And I don't care if you don't want me. I don't even know you."
"Let me get this straight," mused Jackson. "You're eighteen, you know all about sex, you're scantily clad, we're all alone by our private little pool, you don't want to be raped, you'll reject a pass, and you think you can resist an attempt at seduction. Have I got that right?"
Pearl nodded slowly, not knowing where he was going with this.
"Now the basic reason I gave for not raping you was that it is not a polite thing to do. It occurs to me that as we're all alone in a romantic idyll it would also be impolite not to try to seduce you. I think you'd agree to that, wouldn't you?"
Pearl nodded even more slowly, not sure if she agreed or not, but he did sound reasonable.
"My trouble is, I never seem inclined to seduce a girl unless I've seen her naked at least once. So it seems to me that you should take off your clothes so that I can see what I'll be getting. Do you want me to assist you in getting undressed?"
"What?"
"Undressed, as in taking off all your clothes, so that you are naked."
"You have to be kidding!"
"No, I don't think so. If I'm going to make love to you, you need to be naked. If I'm going to decide whether I want to make love to you I need you naked to help me make that decision, so come along. Let's get the show on the road."
"Do you seriously think I'm going to get undressed in front of you?"
"Ah, yes, I do. For some reason you decided that you were going to get me to make love to you. OK. I have decided that I'm prepared to go along with your plans but I need you to get undressed. This may not be the way you imagined it but things never turn out precisely as planned."
"No way did I decide I wanted you to make love to me."
"So you want me to leave you strictly alone and go and have my lunch? Not looking at your lovely breasts or touching you where I shouldn't?"
Pearl just looked at him, saying nothing. Things were not progressing, Jackson decided. He wasn't sure why Pearl wanted him to fuck her but he was damned certain that she did. Maybe???
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" he guessed. "This is your way of losing it. You mentioned rape because if you're raped it's not your fault if you lose your virginity. Then seduction because you could tell yourself you were persuaded against your will."
Pearl blushed and looked elsewhere.
"It's OK," Jackson said gently. "Every girl has to have a first time and this is a fine place for it. I'll be delighted to help you out but you have to meet me halfway. Take off your clothes."
Pearl blushed even harder, still not looking at him. She did however reach down and undo the button in front of her shorts.
While Jackson watched Pearl slid off her shorts and panties. Her hands reached for her top and she seemed to hesitate. He could guess why. The way she was sitting she was still showing nothing, even though her panties were off. Lifting her top and her breasts would be prominently on display and she was suddenly acutely aware of them. He couldn't even offer to help. If he did she could quite easily panic. All he could do was wait and watch. Definitely watch, he thought with a smile. She had a fine figure.
Pearl took a deep breath and lifted her top up and off. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts bounced lightly with her exertion. Jackson moved closer and looked down at her. She sat there, blushing, not looking at him.
"Look at me, Pearl," he said softly.
She did, eyes opening a little wider as she say he was undoing his shirt.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting undressed. It just seems fair that if I'm going to look at you, you should be entitled to look at me."
Tossing his shirt to the side Jackson unfastened his trousers, letting them drop and stepping out of them. His shorts followed, and he heard Pearl give a little squeak of shock as he was revealed to her. He settled down on the grass next to her.
"Touch me," he told her.
"What do you mean?"
Reaching over he took her hand and showed her what he meant, bringing it over and gently wrapping it around his erection. She looked shocked, eyes opening wide, but she didn't let go.
"Run your hand over it. Familiarise yourself with it. You'll find I'm going to be doing the same thing where you're concerned."
To demonstrate this he ran his hand across her breasts, just lightly brushing them, before returning and letting his hand settle firmly on one of them, cupping it and squeezing it slightly, thumb seeking and finding her nipple. He started talking softly to her, telling her what a lovely pair of breasts she had, how fine they were, skin soft as silk, what a lovely pearly white they were, how responsive her nipples were.
His voice murmured along, a soft little river of words washing over her while he caressed and teased her breasts. Pearl sat there entranced, watching his big hand move across her breasts, enormously aware of what she was holding, her hand moving slowly over his cock, feeling it, getting to know it.
She swallowed nervously when his hand dropped down to her lap, seeking the treasures she had hidden there. Even before he was touching her there the stream of words were soothing her, flattering her, telling her how wonderful she felt, how soft her little curls were. His fingers laced their way through her curls, tugging lightly at them, before moving down between her legs, seeking a more intimate touch.
His touch was light but enticing, slowly doing things she would never permit if she had a chance to think about it. He was rubbing her intimately, fingers trespassing inside her. It slowly dawned on her that she was lying flat on her back, his voice finally stilled. This was because his mouth was busy, tasting her breasts, kissing them, sucking on her nipples, while all the time his fingers were touching her, doing things to her, arousing her.
She was vaguely aware that his foot was hooked around her ankle, drawing her legs further apart, but she paid it no mind. It wasn't until she found herself losing her grip on that interesting erection of his that the full meaning of what was happening came to her. She was naked and there was a man leaning over her, his cock approaching her with a slow and deliberate movement, intent on taking her.
"I don't even know your name," she said in a half wail.
"It's Jackson, at your service. Pun intended. Are you changing your mind? You're looking very nervous."
