(Author's Note: Originally posted under the pen name Gert_Boekbinder
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As Elaine walked through the forest she could feel the backlog of anxieties and stresses she had accumulated in London evaporate. A month ago she would still have been struggling home from the office. A tube ride spent with her face pressed to some finance-types armpit followed by a half hour bus ride to one of the darkest recesses of Zone 4. Her reward for that long journey was an evening spent alone in a dingy one bedroom flat above a chicken shop.
No wonder when the opportunity to work remotely had arisen, she had jumped at the chance. An hour after her boss agreed she was on property websites, looking for somewhere away from the metropolis.
For the price she was paying in the city, she had found Oak Copse Cottage nestled deep in the heart of the New Forest.             Although only a two bedroom cottage with plumbing from the late 1800's, it had character pouring from every brick and strand of thatch. Even better than that, it came with an acre of its own land and a forest on its doorstep.
At the end of the workday, Elaine had fallen into the habit of logging off her computer, pulling on her walking boots and heading out into the forest. The smell of leaves, moss and wood was a perfume to her. When she returned home and went to bed she could still smell the pungent vegetation on her hair. The forest fascinated her. Although called the New Forest this was a terrible misnomer. The forest was already ancient by the time the Romans conquered Britain.
It was walking on her own, through sun dappled glades and amongst trees that had stood for hundreds of years that made her move worthwhile. That sunny Friday afternoon she decided to walk to her favourite place in the entire forest.
She didn't think it had a name. She was reasonably sure that no other human being had been there for a long time. There were certainly no tracks worn into the dirt or trail markers carved into the oaks. It was a dell, a large bowl in the earth, no more than fifty paces from side to side. In the centre stood three fallen oak trees, all collapsed on each other and covered with moss. To the left of the depression stood a small mound, a pile of stones embedded at it's crown. To the right, a small patch of bluebells decorated the forest floor. Around the lip of the dell, the trees formed a wall obscuring it from view.
Elaine had only found the place by accident. She had been walking nearby when a young dear crossed her path. Having recently moved to the countryside, the novelty of this thrilled her and she attempted to take a picture of the animal. Before she could unlock her phone, the animal had fled. Elaine followed through bushes and thickets until she had found her way to the dell. All thought's of pursuing the dear left her head when she realised where she was. She spent two hours in the dell on that first day. Exploring, climbing and then daydreaming.
That afternoon when she reached the dell, the sun was filling it with the soft yellow light of a late summer evening. Despite the heat of the day it was cool from the cover of the surrounding trees. When she first half-walked, half-tumbled down into it, two foxes had raised their heads and looked at her with inquisitive eyes before skulking away.
She walked to the centre and climbed the higgledy-piggledy tree trunks. At the tallest point of the pile, the branches and natural erosion had formed a comfy seat where she could sit and rest her back while her legs dangled down. She clambered there, tucked herself into the nook, lent her head back and closed her eyes.
The sounds of the woods was all she could hear. There were no cars, no voices, no nothing. From this spot she could easily imagine that she was the only person in the world. All four of her other senses were dominated by the woodland that surrounded her. The smell and taste of the dense vegetation, the sound of the breeze and birds, the feel of the wood at her back.
As she reclined against the tree a strange feeling came over. At that moment of isolation and tranquillity she felt a spark deep inside her. An urge that she hadn't felt in sometime.
Without even opening her eyes, her right arm snaked down her torso to the zip of the sturdy shorts she wore for her woodland hikes. Elaine undid the button and fly, and her hand burrowed in. She pushed the hem of her underwear down, and slowly began rubbing her slit. Elaine had been deliberately single for a long time and was more than comfortable taking charge of her own pleasure.
As she slowly rubbed her pussy, she felt a small rush of excitement. Her senses were heightened and she felt the soft breeze in the dell suddenly die away leaving only stillness.
Her fingers carried on their work and she slowly felt herself get wetter. A smile crossed her lips. With a quick look to check that she was truly alone, her fingers found her clit and started slowly rubbing it with a circular motion. A satisfied sigh escaped from her lips.
As she frigged herself on the tree, images flashed through her mind. Images of her being taken roughly amongst the leaves by anonymous men, of being violated in the open air, of being fucked among the bluebells. Her fingers increased speed as her imagination flared into life. Her left hand reached across her chest and grabbed a handful of her breast.             In her imagination, her thoughts became stranger. She thought of muddy hands grabbing her and leaving smears across her naked flesh; of flowers blooming from her cunt; of being fucked amongst the bushes and plants; of being fucked by bushes and plants; of vines wrapped tightly around her ankles and wrists.
Elaine felt her muscles clench and came. An anguished moan escaped her lips and echoed around the clearing. Her mind was filled with a bright light as the orgasm obliterated all thought. She came back to reality moments later, her left hand still hungrily grabbing her tit while her right had its fingers buried in her vagina. The clearing was suddenly quieter as the birds had stopped singing. Must be because of my noise, Elaine thought.
She pulled her hand from her shorts, and zipped them back up. After taking a moment to compose herself, she climbed down from her nest. The light filtering into the dell had taken a redder hue, and Elaine realised that she only had an hour at most till sunset. With a brief look around the clearing, Elaine began to make her way home.
The rest of her evening was pleasantly uneventful. A simple dinner, a quick video call to one of her friends back in the city and then an hour spent by the fire reading a book. Before she retired to bed, the thought occurred to her that she would probably still be covered in lots of dust from her ramble through the woods, along with her own juices from her earlier play. She ran a deep bath, as hot as she could tolerate, and eased into it.
Elaine closed her eyes and wallowed in the vintage china tub. The heat surrounding her unknotted previously tight muscles. The dust from her expedition to the woods floated away from her and formed a slight film on the surface of the water. Elaine felt something bump lightly on her thigh; something with a thin flat edge. Moving gently she gripped it between thumb and forefinger and held it up. The leaf was a flat oval with a hint of a stalk at the end. It was a vivid green. The light from the bathroom's single bulb bounced off it, and gave the white tiled room a faint green sheen.
A slight frown formed on Elaine's brow. Where had this come from? She had gotten undressed in her bedroom before running the bath. She couldn't remember any plant hitch-hikers. She cast her mind back to her time in the clearing and her open air orgasm. It must have somehow fallen into her clothes and become stuck to her - glued in place by the sweat of her summer walk.
Thinking back to her time in the dell Elaine felt a tingling in her pussy. The memory of being exposed to the open air turned her on. For the second time that day her hand descended to her cleft, and landed on her clitoris. As she started to rub herself, she held the leaf gently in her other hand. Something about the way the light refracted from it had caught her attention. The veins of it smoothly rubbed against her thumb and forefinger.
Her fingers continued to circle her clit, sending electric shocks deep into the core of her. Although staring directly at the leaf, her imagination had returned back to the forest. The smell of the mulch and the dirt filling her nostrils. Once again her mind filled with images of herself fucking and being fucked upon the forest floor.
Below the surface of the bathwater, Elaine's hand changed angle. She pushed her index and middle finger into her cunt. They curled around her form and slowly rubbed the rough patch of skin at the entrance of her vagina. Elaine's imagination was far from the bathroom. In her minds-eye, an anonymous man had her front pinned against a tree trunk. His arms wrapped around her torso, gripping her tight. His thick penis pushed into her, not just filling, but stretching her. It felt incredible.
The feeling of constriction and of being dominated made her hornier than she felt possible. Her imagination added to the scene. Somehow the faceless male stretching her cunt out gained a third, fourth and fifth arm. Two of the extras joined his regular arms, wrapping around her and squeezing her tightly. The remaining extra arm came to her face and it's fingers pushed their way into her mouth causing her to scream in ecstasy.