It had been a long day on vacation -- the tour through the English countryside turned out to be less pleasant than expected, and I just wanted to get away from the crowd. It can be a challenge to detach oneself from the tour director, but when our motor coach [aka BUS] stopped for tea in a lovely little village, I opted to go for a solitary walk instead. The little inn was right on the edge of town, and the nearby forest looked cool and green and shady -- maybe I could find a likely spot for a nap on the soft, mossy turf.
As I drew near to the edge of the trees, I began to hear an intriguing sound, something like windchimes, but surely, there was more of a tune... wasn't there? It sounded fairly close, so I thought I'd just see if I could find the source of the compelling music. It was odd -- looking into the trees from the outside, it seemed one could see several yards into the forest, but as one progressed deeper in, the forest seem to close in behind you. I felt a momentary sense of unease. "I should go back," I thought, but then, the music caught my attention once again. Now, it seemed, I could hear the sounds of a flute along with the chimes. As I stood and listened, I began to be acutely aware of other sensations. The light filtering through the trees took on a golden/pink hue, gilding everything it touched. The air was soft against my skin, and I could smell wildflowers and moss, and spice, and ... something else, some delicious musk that had me breathing deeply to take it in.
Without realizing it, I had walked even deeper into the forest, and now, I could hear the sounds of a bubbling stream, and what sounded like sweet, tinkling laughter, which, for some reason, sent delicious tingles down my spine. I was suddenly aware that I was unaccountably aroused. My full breasts seemed to plump within the restraints of my bra, and my nipples tingled. I brushed my fingers across them, surprised to find them hard and erect. I was also surprised at the silken texture of my clothing -- the jeans and tee-shirt I had been wearing and been transformed into a flowing gown of fine translucent silk. My hair had escaped its scrunchie, and fell in thick, gold waves down my back.
I could hear, for a moment, the tour leader calling my name, and, with regret, I turned to retrace my step, when I heard another voice, deep and velvety, say, "Stay."
"Who's there? Where are you?"
No answer, except for the sounds of the laughing, bubbling stream. Then I heard, "Ahhhhhhhh,... so gooood" in that same deep voice. I should have been embarrassed, because there was no mistaking the reason for that sound. Someone was feeling very good, but rather than feel embarrassed, I became even more aroused. I could feel the pulling in my belly and nipples with every soft moan, and my cunt went hot and wet.
As I rounded a particularly huge and ancient oak, I finally saw the source of the voice, and of the earlier music. For some reason, I was not surprised to see a satyr lying on the banks of the stream, arms full of naked and nubile nymphs. One knelt between his legs, working his gigantic cock with hands and tongue, just suckling at the tip, at first, then sliding him deep down her throat. The other nymph sat astride his chest while he fingered her clit and licked her breasts.
I was transfixed, and just watching all the licking and fingering and sucking, I could not help but sigh. The three all looked toward me, and with inviting smiles, beckoned me closer. Suddenly shy, I shook my head and made to step away, but then the nymphs were by my side, taking me in their arms in welcome. "Come, lady," their voices sweet and liquid, "come, come be with us." One brushed my cheek before giving me a sweet kiss. She tasted of sweet spring water, and where she brushed over my breasts the silk became damp, molding over my distended nipples. The other laughed in delight at the sight, and leaned over to suckle me through the silk. As soft as it was, the silk abraded my sensitive breasts so that my knees went weak.
Somehow, I found myself lying beside the satyr, who leaned on one elbow, looking down at me. Above the waist, his skin was coppery brown over rippling muscle and sinew. His black hair was tightly curled, long enough to curl around his elfin ears and the horns on either side. Below the waist, his legs became furred, animal-like, muscular and powerful. His cock was thick and long, bestial, hairy, still glistening from the nymphs' attentions. It pulsed and bounced, along with his heartbeat.
"Lady, sweet lady. We have been waiting for you to come to us today." His voice was deep and dark. His deep obsidian eyes twinkled with good humor, yet were hot and smoky at the same time.
