Jessie always loved the woods and the mountains. This was her favorite time of year, spring, and her favorite time of day just as the sun came up. She’d found this spot last spring and drove to it every chance she got. It was so secluded and quiet. The winding path through the woods was old and had been used by many but was now deserted.
As she walked along she listened to the soft breeze through the trees and felt it gently blow her soft cotton dress. The light mist in the air caressed her skin like a lover and made her think of soft hands. She took her shoes off so she could feel the leaves that had gathered over the winter. It was like a carpet that gently tickled the bottoms of her feet and gave her little shivers up her spine.
The birds were out this morning and singing their songs. The squirrels scampered along looking for treasures buried in the winter – treasures that would never be found. Wasn’t that true of life? She had seen so many treasures and dreams come and go and now all she wanted was a quiet, peaceful time in the woods.
Finally she came to the meadow she had been looking for. It was as if the trees opened up just for her to let in the sunshine. There were big boulders all around and the smell of fresh earth and newly blooming flowers. She found her favorite spot and the huge boulder on which she had sunbathed so many times.
The rock was cool as she lay on it and the sun warmed her like a blanket. She closed her eyes and just listened to the sounds of nature. Without even thinking she began to unbutton her dress – no one was around and no one would tell her she couldn’t be free. Her dress fell open softly and she lazily began to explore her body. Her breasts were small with very large nipples that were hard from the excitement that was beginning to stir. She let her hands flow over her breasts and down over her small waist and flat tummy. The sensations were overwhelming – her body moved ever so slightly back and forth against the rock.
Her hands continued down her thighs and then up the soft skin on her inner thigh. She didn’t want to touch that most sensitive place just yet. She wanted to savor the feelings of nakedness – her oneness with nature. She continued to stroke her body, letting her hands go where they would and enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. She loved touching herself and the arousal was beginning to grow – as she knew it would.