The Pond
Chapter I
At this point I was beginning to fear I was looking for something that didn't exist. Not that I had been lied to about it being here. I was fearing I had misunderstood the directions, that I had veered off course, that I had, well got lost. It wasn't like a street address that any smart phone could lead me to precisely. The woods here were so thick a pond had not been visible on google maps before I left. Not that it would help much now, my service had disappeared soon after leaving the truck. My truck, that would have been a good thing to PIN on my maps. If it gets dark, I will struggle to find my truck tucked into that field, well that's if I find the road again.
I could call her and ask for more directions, if I could find service. Of course, when you are not sure where you are that's much tougher. Not to mention the awkwardness of admitting you were attempting to find the family Pond and Little Cabin without her knowing your coming. She knows I am coming, after all she invited me. Just not tonight. I was to arrive tomorrow. In my truck. Driving back the long lane almost over grown at its entrance point, so much so she was going to mark the spot with ribbon tied to a tree limb. Tonight, was her night alone to rest up and relax. To be free of the world.
My crazy idea to surprise her was starting to look less and less like a plausible idea. Scaring her and ruining the weekend had of course crossed my mind. I had considered arriving and having my plans blow up in my face. I hadn't anticipated disaster prior to even arriving. At some point I would reverse course and try to find my way back to the truck. Show up tomorrow and pretend I never dreamed this up. I sat on a fallen tree to rest and collect my thoughts. What had I been thinking? Hell, I knew the answer, my logical side was just interrogating my fool hearted dark side. Because I had plans to fulfill a fantasy, one that involved a surprise visit by an unknown male with identity concealed, a backpack filled with items to prevent her seeing and more items to secure her in place. Ok, fine. I was planning to sneak into the cabin as she fell asleep and take her by surprise. What would follow was less planned out. But she would be made to reveal everything to me and my camera. I was going to do things that most would find appalling. That could bring criminal charges against me. I was going to do what she deserved. What she desired.
I continued in the direction I felt was correct, only to top another hill and only see more woods. That's when I heard it, music, rock music! I slowed my breathing and worked towards the sound. I was getting closer and more confident I was arriving at the Pond and hearing her music playing. Then I got a glimpse. A small cabin, a car. The music was not from inside, but to my left. Moving left I was able to see its source and more importantly her. The Pond was small just as she had described and trees surrounded it. She must have been laying on the dock enjoying the sun and music. She appeared to have removed her shirt. That didn't appear to be a bikini, more like a bra. From this vantage point I wasn't certain. I was certain she was comfortable enough here to be less than fully clothed. My first reward for my efforts and a recharge in my ideas for later. When she stood and confirmed she was wearing a lacy bra and a matching thong I was locked in. I was going to enjoy seeing her parading around like this and wait for my chance to move closer. Closer to see more details. Closer to hear her. Closer to smell her scent.
Chapter II
I was suddenly very aware of every sound I was making, I needed to get comfortable and stop moving. While the distance between us helped conceal minor sounds, if I was to snap a stick or sneeze, she would surely look in my direction. I waited for her to walk in to the cabin, then made a quick move to a location I felt I could get comfortable and still observe. I had not anticipated this bonus time and the images of her boldness outside in only her bra and panties were beyond anything I had imagined. I had only considered arriving and watching a cabin and the movements inside. I suppose I had only thought she would get comfy inside and enjoy some peace. Of course, I had hoped for some views of her inside in different states of dress, but this was way better.
She was back outside, no clothes had been added, just her hair was now pulled up. Why did that excite me so much? Was it a reminder of days of youth and the feelings for girls with hair pulled up? While it certainly made her appear younger, she in no way appeared to be her true age, hair up or down, fully dressed or parading around in her current outfit. Tall and thin, long legs and slender waist. Features that drew the eyes of men, and the envy of women. Those legs looked even longer when fully exposed. I was rewarded now as she bent over to pick some wild flowers. Each stem pulled gave me another shot at her amazing butt clad only in the thong.
Binoculars while an obvious advantage to see her in more detail, raised an additional risk. A reflection of the lenses could draw her eye to my location. I double checked and felt confident I was not in danger of direct sunlight striking me or the lenses. Once I raised them and focused in, I didn't think about the sun again. The new mini binoculars were better than any I had ever used. I could see the tiny tag in the back of her thong. If she would just bend over.... yes! I could see the thong was riding up into her lips, those lips seemed swollen and a little red. Maybe she was enjoying the sensation of her outfit and being in nature more than just comfortability. I then noticed some signs of body hair; the kind of body hair men will never tire of seeing or feeling. First time or the millionth, it was an erotic signal of the proximity of being so close to her pussy. I was never going to stop wanting to see hers. One of a kind was an understatement. I realized I had inhaled while staring at her. I knew why, I had often done it in person, and just now I was doing it out of desire and eagerness. Her scent like everything else was unique. I had told her many times, to the point she admitted she enjoyed her own sensual scent in moments of high eroticism. She had even indulged me with worn panties for me to take. I slipped out the latest pair from my pocket and inhaled deeply. They still bared her juices, and soon I would reload them with the wetness of her pussy when I had made my move. Once she was tied in place, I will explore her in every way. Ways I had enjoyed before, ways I had secretly wanted to, ways she would enjoy, ways she would be unsure of the end results.
Chapter III
Having gathered all the flowers she wished to use, I watched her pick up a glass mason jar she had apparently carried out of the cabin with her. My gaze had been so locked on her upswept hair, and the long eloquent neck now exposed, I had not noticed what was in her hands. She walked to the dock and got down on her hands and knees. From my position I had an unbelievably perfect view. She bent down to the water to scoop some into the jar. Through the binoculars I could see the black lace pulled even tighter into her now obviously swollen pussy lips. Her rosebud was also visible. I would most definitely be plunging into that sweetness later also. I loved the taste and naughtiness of licking her ass. After it was wet and prepared it would feel my hard cock.
I had gotten hard instantly as the visual of her in the position had sparked those thoughts. I watched her lift the jar from the water and place it next to her. Only to bend over again raise her ass higher. What was she doing? That's when I noticed her hand slip to her clit and begin rubbing. OMG, she was playing with herself right out in the open. It only lasted briefly and she stood with jar in one hand, but the now wet fingers went to her face. Had she inhaled her scent? I was sure of it and what followed was obvious. Her fingers went into her mouth and she pulled them out slowly with her lips tightly pierced about them, savoring every bit. It was as if she was messing with me, teasing me, causing me to want her even more. Not that I had thought that was possible. What she was doing is making me wish I could make a move now, waiting was torture. Though I could think of worse thinks to see while waiting. Watching her touch herself was a turn on. When she had done it front of me before it was to excite me and she was in the heat of the moment. Whenever she had told me about being horny and making herself cum with toys, it was so hot to hear. Occasionally I was lucky enough to see pictures or videos of the event. To witness an act, even as brief as this one, in person while she wasn't aware, I was watching her was the best.
With jar in hand she walked back to the cabin and disappeared inside. I took the opportunity to reposition myself and open a bottle of water. My mouth was dry, from the hike, from the situation more likely, I think my mouth had been hanging open in amazement at my luck so far. I was able to lean back and rest my head against the dead tree I was hiding behind. I watched her come back out to her car and get a small cooler and a few sacks. Food and drinks I assumed. After that she stayed inside for a while. I was comfortable now. Too comfortable it turned out. I dozed off, by the time my eyes opened it was beginning to get dark and I briefly didn't know where I was, or what had woken me. The answer to both questions was quickly answered as I realized the where was outside the cabin, the what was her. She was walking directly towards me.
Chapter IV