Not a lot of sex in this introductory piece, just touchy feelie, but the girls insisted that I write it as it happened. Get to know Wendy and Maggie, why don't you? By the way, they are both in their twenties so nothing illegal there either.
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Part One
She just wanted to get away from the negativity and noise of the city but what she discovered changes her life forever.
Never in my entire life had I experienced such an intense darkness, No stars, no moon, not a glimmer of light anywhere other than the occasional flash of lightning off in the distance. To top it off, the power had gone off over an hour ago and I didn't have a flashlight that worked. It almost felt like I was trapped in a horror movie.
From the moment l left the comfort of dad's four wheel drive SUV, I began to have regrets. I regretted renting a cabin in such a remote location. I regretted my decision to be alone, even though that was exactly why I was there, and I certainly regretted leaving that box of necessities on my porch when I left; the box containing the flashlights, batteries and candles.
I'd stumbled around the cabin until I found the big rocking chair but I feared I'd be spending the night there and as I dropped into its comfort, I became conscious of the eerie sounds of a mountain forest. It was a well known fact that there were bears out there, but there were also creatures that I knew nothing about. I'd been warned about the aggressive wild boars and the fact that skunks followed them to eat what they left behind, and they were very noisy when they moved through the woods..
For that reason I chose to stay right where I was. That and the fact that I'd probably break my damned neck trying to feel my way around. Besides the mosquitoes there were the size of a small plane. At least I had the bug repellent...somewhere. I was really looking forward to morning's light.
I'm not the nervous type or at all insecure, but this was too much, and now, I had to pee and I remembered that to do so would involve a walk through the cabin, out the back door, and down a narrow 50 foot trail that was not straight and definitely not flat.
That was not an option, no matter how insistent my bladder was getting.
The only other option was to feel my way out the front door, about ten feet or so away, and onto the porch. I'd peed 'man style' before, but that had been ten years ago at least.. No matter, my body was sending me clear signals that delaying the process was not going to work. I needed to pee now!
Allowing for the assorted bumps and scrapes from obstacles along the way I did fairly well finding my way onto the porch. Once there, I was able to hold onto the railing as I dropped my shorts and panties and kicked them aside. Finally, I was able to let fly a stream of yellow piss. The relief it brought me was nearly as satisfying as my last orgasm some three months ago.
With the final few drops gone, I was able to relax the muscles that had done the herculean job of holding it in all that time, and exhale.
"Damn, that was close," I said, as I got down on my knees to find my clothes.
"This what you're looking for?" a decidedly feminine voice asked, as my shorts and panties were laid over my shoulder.
"Jesus Christ," I yelled, as I tried to get up a bit too fast and was lucky enough to grab the railing before I fell off the porch entirely.
"Who the fuck are you? And where did you come from?"
A very feminine chuckle was what I heard next.
"I didn't mean to startle you, " she said. "Your clothes wound up on my feet and I thought you might want them back unless you like walking around naked like I do. Name's Maggie Cosworth. I live about a quarter mile on, by Miller's Bae, as they call it round here. I was just taking a stroll and heard somebody taking a whiz so I figured I'd take a look. Didn't want someone taking up residence here. The agent didn't tell me anyone would be here.""
"Shit. My heart is still pounding," I said. "They told me no one would be within five miles of here."
"Just me and the rangers, " she said, "Can we take a sit and chat some?"
"When I can breathe again," I replied. "Holy fuck, you scared the living crap out of me."
"Sorry, "she said. "If you'll take my hand, I'll lead you over to the chairs."
"You can see in this darkness" I asked as I accepted the hand that touched my arm.
"Can't rightly call it seeing," I heard. "I sort of sense things. It's called extra-sensory perception."
"I've heard of ESP," I said, "Science doesn't make much of it."
"Sure doesn't," she said. "They want to hook me up to some sort of machine to study my brain but I won't have any part of it. Damned doubting Thomas idiots is all they are. I teach the basics as part of my parapsychology course. Not everyone gets it but they sure pay attention in classes. Behind my back they call me a parawitch bitch. So what brings you to these parts?"
"I came up here to get away from the bullshit, the abuse and bullying. I'm tired. Really tired, and I can't deal with the hubbub, noise and stink of the city. I needed some peace and quiet to refocus my mind."
When I smacked a mosquito, I heard her fumbling around for something and then I was surprised by a strange, although not totally offensive fragrance as she applied a cream of some kind to my arms and shoulders before a small container was placed in my hand.
"My secret formula repellent," she said. "Yours is starting to wear off. Mine never will and they hate it."
As I applied it to my face, hands and arms, I felt a mild warmth seep into my skin.
"Nothing in there but good," she said, sensing my hesitation. "I even use it on my pussy and anus."
"That's more than I need to know," I replied.
The woman laughed, but then told me, "Trust me, honey, you do not want these monsters to bite you there. It hurts like a bitch for days. I learned that the hard way when I couldn't stand the pain to sit. For several days, I sat in an old wash tub full of cool water."
When I passed the lotion back to her, my hand brushed over a very naked breast.
"It just hit me," I said. "You're sitting there completely naked right now, aren't you?"
I felt my pulse rise and my breathing change when the woman took my hand once again, only this time, it was turned, palm side toward her, as it was gently moved over soft cheeks, a smooth neck and down to pass over a generous but firm breast, long nipple and on.
"One of the most wonderful things about this place," she stated, as our hands continued to roam,"is the isolation. Only other cabin's over at Lawson's Creek. Other than that there is nothing for miles and miles and the road, if you want to call it that, is actually a forest service fire road, so it's very poorly maintained. That's why they say it is accessible by high clearance four wheel drive only. I can move freely almost anywhere in the buff, but I always have a tiny little bikini with me, just in case."
It became a struggle to maintain control as I tried to visualize her naked body.
""You're visualizing me naked right now, aren't you? " she asked.
Before I could reply, she continued.
"You're experiencing a form of ESP when you do that. I can tell because you are aroused and it excites me to know I can cause that.
The reason the nerds don't accept it is because they think it's a gift and it's not. It has taken me years to achieve the level of acuity I have. Very few people have dedicated the kind of time it takes to train their minds to that level. I could walk all the way to Brockston with my eyes closed and never stumble or be in any danger if I absolutely had to."
"Amazing," I said.
"Do you trust me?"
"I have no reason not to," I replied, hoping I wasn't making a mistake.
"Let me show you something."
Her fingers moved through my hair several times and then she rolled some hair in her fingers. You have lovely brown or auburn hair," she said, "and you keep it clean with Austra essence of apple shampoo." She continued over my forehead and then down to my lips, which she tenderly moved over and then separating them and I caught myself licking and sucking on her finger.
"No lipstick," she said, "I like that, and the shape of your mouth tells me you are a kind and passionate woman, but your eyes tell me you have been unhappy or very stressed recently and I have a treatment for that, I felt her lips on my eyes several times and I sighed as my mind eased.
"Oh god, how did you do that?"
"I'll tell you later," she whispered.
Her fingers now moved on to my neck but her mouth was on my ear.
"So beautiful." she whispered.
The fingers then strayed to my sleeveless blouse. I didn't stop her when she ran them under the blouse and over my shoulders. When she actually cooed in delight, I tipped my head forward and we kept our foreheads together as she ran her fingers down my arms..
"You have lovely strong shoulders and arms that are meant to hold someone special."
"They have in the past," I replied, "but evidently they weren't quite enough."
"Then your lover wasn't the one for you," she said.
I tensed a bit when her hand cupped my breast through my blouse and bra.
Oh god," she gushed. "Amazing. A 36C,, or perhaps the right D cup, and so firm, so desirable. A lover could go wild over them,"
I waited for her to reach for the buttons on my blouse, unsure of what my reaction would be, although the way my nipples were tingling, I doubt that I would have stopped her. As it turned out, she never offered and I felt seriously let down.
Instead, her fingers next moved to my calves, starting at my knees and moving down and around, stopping right at my ankle.
"Strong, slender legs," she observed. "You must walk a lot."
"No, but I do jog every day,"
"Ah, a runner," she said. "Tell me, dear, do you ever jog or run naked?"
I laughed then. "Nobody wants to see my floppy tits and big ass."
"Oh, I disagree," she said. "In fact, I would pay for the privilege."
She still worked her fingers over my calf and now, my body was in full fuck me mode and she hadn't made any move on me at all. .
"You see", she said, "even though I didn't get the honor of actually seeing you, I saw you clearly in my mind. Had I continued, I would have been able to tell you so much more about the way you look, the way you live and so much more, even the way your mind works."
"That is so wild," I said, just as a brilliant flash of lightning shot across the sky. Seconds later, I felt her hand grasp my leg tightly when the resulting thunderclap shook the very porch we were sitting on.
"I think we'd better move inside, Maggie," I decided, "and don't even think about leaving here. I don't believe barbecued Maggie would be a good thing."
"Then allow me to lead you in," she said.
With our hands together, I followed her in as far as the couch, where we sat, watching the storm intensify as it moved over us. Bout every two or three minutes, there would be a flash of lightning. Giving me quick glimpses of a nicely tanned naked body.
Then the rain started and I learned for the first time that the cabin had a metal roof. It sounded as if we were being bombarded by a million golf balls. In fact, It was so loud that I didn't hear her ask if I was okay until she got my attention by tapping my bare shoulder.
At that very moment, the cabin was lit up by the brightest flash so far, followed immediately by a thunder clap so loud, we dived for the floor where we rolled into each other to tangle arms and legs together in fear.
Seconds later, there was a loud crack from the south side of the cabin, followed by a frightening scraping noise and a loud thud that shook the whole cabin as a big tree barely missed crushing the living room wall. A second loud thud followed a minute later as another tree fell nearby.
"I don't need ESP to know that was awfully close," she said. "The old, rotting firs will come down in just about every storm. Old man Emory calls me after every storm to see if the cabin got hit."
. Aren't you glad I made you stay?" I asked.
