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The day I wrecked was a beautiful day. The early morning sun bathed the spring-green hills in a gentle light. Gas mileage be damned, I drove with the windows down, savoring the crisp country air. I was alone on the road, zoned out, humming some unrecognizable song.
Then I saw the tree. Like everyone I have seen many trees, enjoyed the shade, and as a child, enjoyed the view from high in their limbs. But this tree was perfect in its shape, color, even its stark loneliness. I stared at it as the urge to stop battled with the urge to reach my destination.
If you have never been deep in the beauty of nature, away from man's interference, then understanding is difficult. If you have never seen a sight that took your breath away yet gave you a sense of serenity, then you will feel that my reaction was odd. But rather than be embarrassed for it, I am sad that you have never been lucky enough to relate.
The sound of gravel under my tires gave me a split-second warning as I rolled into the shallow ditch. Cussing my inattention, I corrected my drift, but not before bouncing off a large wooden fence post and its barbed wire. Coasting to a stop, I sat there staring at my steering wheel. I knew the paint job would look horrendous, but it was easy for me to shrug off something I couldn't change.
Besides, I caught myself looking at the tree again. I got out of my car and walked across the road to get a better view. It stood alone a few hundred yards from the road. If only I could paint, I'd have found the perfect landscape to capture. Without giving it another thought, I hopped the fence and began walking.
I have always loved being in nature, communing. But this was something more potent, more compelling. This tree had an incredibly rich tint; I wanted to be near it, to touch it. Which is exactly what I did as I approached it.
"Hello," I said softly, looking up at the lush leaves.
"Hi." I started as a woman came around the tree to greet me. Her grin widened as she saw how she had goosed me. I was about to apologize for being on private property when I noticed her naked state. Shapely legs of amber skin, dark bush of curled hair, smooth waist, full breasts with happy nipples, long hair like polished bronze, sweet smile, cute nose, and...I involuntarily took a step back. She had deep green eyes with no whites, all the exact shade of the leaves of this tree.
"Oh, don't be like that," she pouted prettily. "Stay and visit."
I felt drawn to her, compelled to stay. But my rational mind was tied in a knot, so I could only reply, "Umm. I was just saying hi to...umm, this tree."
She giggled. "I know that. And I said hi back. Am I not just as beautiful in this form?"
"So..." I cleared my throat, glancing down again at her demurely closed legs that showed only the top of her pubes. My rational mind was coming up with some strange answers to this situation. "I'm having trouble with this. You're a tree?"
"Of course. I am the tree and I am me," she replied in a singsong voice before reaching up to stroke the base of her left breast. "I love feeling human."
I grasped at understanding. "So you are like its spirit?" This earned a sexy laugh.
"You humans try to divide and separate out components without realizing they are an integral part of the whole, the whole of nature. But if you must have an example, you know how your cock sometimes has a mind of its own?" She glanced meaningfully at the bulge in my pants. My reaction did not surprise me, given her naked beauty, but it was surprising that it happened unconsciously. "I am like that, like the function with all the independence and joy that comes along with it, but no more a separate part of this tree than your cock is separate from you. I can show you far better than I can tell you.
"Come on, touch me," she encouraged, eyes sparkling with her humor. "You won't get splinters." I touched the most neutral place of her I could reach. Here was this incredibly arousing...thing standing naked before me, waiting for me to touch her, and I shyly caressed her shoulder. The skin was amazing, smoother than the finest sanded wood and supple, but definitely not human flesh. It was firmer, as if it was far thicker than human skin.
"Feel this." She stroked the back of her fingers across my cheek. The touch made my erection throb. Then she reached up with her other hand, gripping both sides of my head.
flash
Moody, dark clouds hang heavy in the sky. All colors seem larger than life, the golden grass rippling in the wind, the purple mountains in the hazy distance, the lush green of the lone tree. The woman stands at the base of the tree, hair whipping around her face and bare chest. Standing as serenely as a statue of a goddess, she watches the stranger crest the nearest hill and spot her. This stout man runs to her, furs and unkempt hair billowing in the gusts of wind.
He grabs her arms, spinning her and pushing her to the ground. The woman's gasp of surprise at the rough treatment does nothing to slow the man, who has removed his erection from the top of his crude pants. Spitting in his hand to wet the tip of his cock, the silent one urgently mounts the woman as a stallion mounts a mare. Quickly he thrusts, oblivious to all but the feelings rushing from his cock to his head. Grunting as he begins to come, his eyes go wide with the overpowering sensations. The woman has slipped a hand under her, cupping his balls as he goes rigid inside her. The frenzied man begins to pant and moan as his orgasm empties him like never before, turning his muscles to jelly and pulling him to the ground.
As he recovers, he takes her hand, motioning her to come with him, but she shakes her head. After gazing into her eyes for the first time, he nods in understanding. She watches him recede in the distance before lying down at the base of her tree, fading from view.
Time begins to speed up exponentially, as the clouds race away from the sun. Vibrant green and brown sprouts rise through the grasses all around the single tree. Days and nights begin to blur together. As quickly as they become small trees, more shoots appear around them. Faster they grow until the surrounding hills are covered with a beautiful forest, stretching into the distance.
flash
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as my awareness became my own again.
With a grin, she explained, removing her hands, "That was my memory. An ancestral memory, you might say, from one of the very first of us." I just stared in shock at her as she leaned in to brush her lips against the skin of my neck. "Ready for more?" She asked softly, licking the lobe of my ear.
When I nodded dreamily, she replaced her hands on my head.
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