Yes, it's a fairy tale, everyone is well over 18, there are hints of bodily fluids, other than the sexual ones, but not prominently. I hope you've been sufficiently warned, and still enjoy this little story.
The silence of the forest was what was most overwhelming, especially on the first evening. While I was running, I was still thinking about the past year. Work, colleagues, relationships; with every step I left a little of it behind in the Black Forest. While setting up my tent, there was still the rustling of the tent canvas and the tapping of the poles. Now, as darkness fell, there was nothing more than the soft crackling of a small, dying fire and the silent whisper of the ancient forest giants. Because of the silence, my ears began to search for sound, no longer accustomed as they were to this sensory poverty. As a result, the forest crept up on me like a suffocating blanket. Chills crept up my spine when I heard an unexpectedly loud crack in the distance. I decided to stoke the fire with the dead wood I had collected, so I could make a pot of coffee.
That little bit of comfort was usually enough to straighten my head for a moment and make the shivers disappear. While enjoying my coffee, I slowly started to get used to the sounds around me again. The warmth of the fire made me languid as the flames slowly hypnotized me. I drifted off into one of the daydreams I've been getting more often lately. The subject was always the same, a girl I had met about three months ago, but whose name I didn't know. The memory of her fairytale-like appearance was as strong as ever and lately took on an increasingly erotic charge.
Last spring, I almost knocked her over in Kronenburgerpark. Like every Sunday, I was walking my quick round under the old beech trees in the park when she suddenly stepped back from behind a thick trunk. I barely managed to avoid a head-on collision and barely touched her. Because of my speed, it apparently hit her harder than I thought. She staggered and threatened to fall backwards. Just in time, I was able to put my arms under her shoulders and catch her. When her big blue eyes looked at me in shock from my arms, I almost fell backwards with her in my arms. It was as if I was dizzy above the depths of her eyes and her beauty literally took my breath away. With an almost superhuman effort I got her to her upright, my normal breathing returned, snorting and panting. As I stood bent over with my hands on my knees, panting, I noticed that she was now looking at me slightly amused, as if I were a funny monkey. Now that in itself is not so different from how most eighteen-year-old girls looked at old guys like me, after all I'm 35 and therefore a fossil in their eyes, so I didn't see anything strange in that. When I regained my breath, she was still looking amused. I held out my hand, which she took cautiously.
"Hi, I'm Valiant. I apologize for that not gentle first acquaintance. In any case, the second is more in line with social conventions." She chuckled. "I'm going to send an angry letter to the municipality asking them to put up signs here so that everyone knows that they have released beautiful wood nymphs into the wild here."
She got a red blush on her cheeks and then started giggling shyly at that bad joke. "Wood nymphs are usually green, I'm not, am I?" she whispered softly as she grabbed a blonde lock and showed it to me.
"They also have goat's feet, and mine are very different!" She said now, almost indignantly, pointing to her feet. My gaze followed her index finger and descended down her lovely bosom to her narrow hips and unreal long slender legs to the most graceful little feet I had ever seen. I swallowed and agreed. "No, yours are very..." I swallowed my words. "... not goat's feet!"
Again, a mischievous smile glistened around the corners of her mouth. I realized that I was flirting way too much with this beautiful girl and decided to move on. "Well, if you watch a little more carefully when you walk backwards, I'll do that when I walk forward. Then at least we won't run into each other so harshly next time!"
Awkwardly, I placed my hand on her narrow shoulder which felt surprisingly powerful. The corners of her mouth curled up. "Agreed, see you next time then. But only heavy-handed if we both expect it."
She put her hand to my side as she stood on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Without looking back, she walked past me and on to where she wanted to be. I stood there transfixed with an uncomfortable erection and a red head. I walked on slowly, trying to shake off the guilt. Of course, I didn't see her again, but from that morning on she played a role in my dreams more and more. The trepidation I felt about having erotic feelings for a girl who was far too youthful and pretty for me only came after the fact.
But now, alone here in this ancient forest, I felt like I didn't have to be ashamed of the rock-hard erection my fantasies about her triggered. I took off my clothes and let the fire warm my body as I leaned on my sleeping bag against a tree stump. Languidly, I jerked myself off while making love to her in my mind. At our dreamed climax I came, my cum landed with a big arc mostly on the fertile forest floor. I fell into a deep sleep and only woke up at night when it was really too cold, after which I crawled into my tent. When the first rays of sunlight penetrated the foliage, it was already well into the morning. Apparently, I was more tired from that first day of hiking than I thought I would. I made a pot of coffee and ate my last fresh bread.
Just before the sun went down, I got the feeling that I was being watched. It didn't feel annoying, more like a curious little creature watching what I was doing. I closed my eyes and tried to listen to which direction the unfamiliar sound was coming from. The fact that I was being watched turned me on and almost unconsciously I started stroking my cock again. I heard rustling in a few stubs as my hand closed around my boner. After that it was quiet but the atmosphere in the forest changed. The cool forest seemed to be getting warmer and a whiff of wind brought a soft sweet scent. I felt more relaxed and comfortable.
I forgot the rustling sound and only felt the warm air and the tingling that my own hand brought to my boner. Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch over the tip of my throbbing glans. I wasn't shocked and could only moan before opening my eyes. I just saw how a lovely little finger slipped between lustful red lips. She sat in front of me, smiling mischievously: the blond wood nymph from Kronenburgerpark. She chuckled as if she was reading my mind.
"I told you that wood nymphs were green, and almost all of them were lesbians. I, on the other hand, am a forest elf." Behind her back, two wafer-thin, shiny wings unfolded. She looked even smaller than when I saw her in the park. This time she was wearing nothing more than an almost see-through slip dress, tight over her small breasts, with the hem just below her buttocks. Her bare feet hovered just above the ground. Her mesmerizing blue eyes, framed by her fairy face, looked at me with amusement. Her golden-blond hair, pinned up in a ponytail, accentuated her small and pointy ears. I was speechless and thoughtless. All I felt was my mouth falling open, and my boner getting even harder. She hovered around the clearing in the woods while looking at my throbbing erection with a smile.
