NYMPH
Lady in the Lake
Warren stretched his creaking legs with relief when he finally exited his truck. He stood up and took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air. The sun had nearly set from the long drive. Warren took in the beautiful surroundings, admiring the lush foliage, and listened to the chirps of the birds and woodland creatures. He could hear the lapping of the waves of the hidden nearby lake. It was far from other campers and even further away from the big city he called home.
There was something unique about this place--something magical. This sanctuary was Warren's inspirational haven whenever he had a bad case of writer's block. It was more than the refreshing air and change of scenery that freed his creativity.
It didn't hurt that he also relished his privacy. He even used a pseudonym and a fake picture for his latest best-selling graphic novel 'Hush Money.'
He glanced at his side view mirror, checking his five o'clock shadow. He was ruggedly good-looking but wasn't vain about it. Despite writing stories of action, adventure, and romance, he liked the quiet life.
With one final deep breath, he began to unpack his gear. He didn't bring much. He just brought the essential camping gear and his laptop. With his tent set up, he plopped down on his folding chair and stared at the blank screen.
Chapter One,
he said to himself. It was there the staring contest began.
He and the screen glared at one another for several minutes. But nothing popped up in his mind. With a frustrated sigh, he closed the laptop. Instead, he was setting up his campfire when he heard an alluring feminine voice humming a melody nearby. He wanted to be left alone to think but soon found himself drawn to it. Leaving the campfire unlit, he dug deeper into the forest, lured by the mesmerizing song. His pulse raced, and he felt inexplicably excited but didn't know why.
He finally reached the clearing of the secret lake. There, he found a young, nude, beautiful woman bathing. Her back was to him, and she pretended not to have heard him approach. He stood there, awestruck. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back, deep into the water. Only about twenty feet away, she slowly turned and looked directly at him. Her breasts on full display.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Warren began, ashamed, averting his gaze.
He looked back at her when she made a playful giggle. She made no effort to hide her nudity. She seemed rather proud of her body.
She gave him a warm smile-- like she had expected him; she motioned for him to join her. She sensed his hesitation and frowned. She dipped beneath the pool and reemerged further away. She spun around again and gestured for him to join her again. Skinny-dipping wasn't his thing. However, his apparent indecision annoyed her. She was about to dive back under the water when he called out to her.
"WAIT!"
She glanced back and observed him untying his shoes. She nodded her approval. She watched him strip with eager anticipation. In minutes, he stood on the shore wearing nothing but his boxers. She frowned once again. She motioned for him to discard those too. His reluctance lasted only a few seconds this time. He picked up his clothes and decided to put them next to hers. But there was nothing along the sandy shore.
Where are her clothes?
he wondered.
He heard a loud splash, redirecting his attention to the captivating woman. Then, however, she was gone. She reemerged even further away. She beckoned one last time. Without further coaxing, he dove into the water. He was determined not to let this little nymph escape.
He tried to follow her, but she seemed like a natural in the water. She giggled and dove under each time he got close, only to reappear out of reach. Then, it was his turn to become impatient. He was about to give up when she decided to swim back to shore.
After reaching the beach, she turned towards him, revealing her perfectly sculpted body. Her glistening, bell-shaped breasts heaved in the dying sunlight. Her nipples were perky and hard. Her slender waistline led down to a nicely trimmed, tiny pussy. Her legs resembled those of a runner-- strong but slim-- traversing down to her small, adorable feet.
She swung around for the third time as he was within arm's reach. This view gave him a few seconds to marvel at her firm, apple-shaped ass. She wiggled it like he needed more coaxing. Just as he was about to touch her, she sprinted off.
"Okay, I was never a great swimmer but was on an all-star track team. She isn't getting away this time," he muttered to himself.
Once again, he pursued this mysterious maiden. He found himself chasing her through a field filled with flowers. He was sure he could overtake her, but it was like trying to catch a frolicking deer. She glanced back to see him falling behind. A girlish laugh escaped her lips. He was sure he saw her slow herself down.
Is she taunting me? Or does she want me to catch her?
he pondered.
He had to stop several times, trying to catch his breath. He doubled over a few times, his leg cramping and his breathing coming out in giant gasps. She circled back towards him, keeping a cautious distance within a few yards.
He lunged, but she'd slip through his fingers and was off again. Her playful chuckle only enticed him on even more. However, with one last burst of speed, he wrapped his arms around her midsection and lifted her firmly but gently into the air. She squealed in delight. He set her back down, holding her in a bear hug.
"I got you," he boasted.
With all the excitement, he quickly realized how aroused he had become. He knew she could feel his cock pressing against the small of her back. Embarrassed, he released her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." he apologized.
She gently faced him again. She gazed downward at his erection. Almost out of curiosity, her hand drifted down to it. Softly, her hand enclosed around it. The warmth of her hand caused it to jerk up with excitement. She grinned and giggled, seemingly pleased with his erection. He sensed a slight tingling sensation around his member.
It was then that he noticed something odd. Her hands and the rest of her body were completely dry. He had only chased her for a mile. His hair was still wet, even the small, bushy hair on his chest hadn't fully dried. But the water in her hair had fully evaporated and flowed effortlessly in the breeze.
In this moment of distraction, she took hold of his right hand. She glided him downwards between her legs. She pressed his hand against her womanhood. She wanted to show that not every part of her body was dry. Holding his hand in place, she eagerly rubbed her crotch against his hand. While she lovingly stroked his cock with her other hand. She moaned softly at first, becoming wetter with each passing second. Her juices dripped down his hand. She turned his hand over and let her clit rub against his middle knuckle. She savored the hardness of it. Her breath quickened as she reached a small climax. Her upper body was flushed into a deep shade of red with arousal. Her legs shook as she made a light whimper. Her stimulated, engorged clit stood out like a blossoming rosebud.
