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It was an otherwise ordinary summer day when a peculiar incident happened to a very unsuspecting individual. The details of this man are unimportant. You could imagine any man in his place, including yourself (assuming you're a man); the story would unfold without much difference. The end, at any rate, would always be the same. So picture any man you wish.
We find our fellow on this day walking through a forest. Although it is not some thickly wooded labyrinth where one is hopeless to find any sensible direction, it is not so sparse and well-traveled as to already have a trail. In essence, it is a pleasantly untouched stretch of nature where one can get lost (but not too lost) in the joys that the earth gives us.
He has been hiking for several hours. In all honesty, he has completely lost track of time. It is a perfect day for a nature walk: the sun shines hotly and brightly above, but due to the trees, comes down only in parcels of beams. This both keeps the temperature at a perfectly comfortable level, but also plays a beautiful effect upon the scenery. The miles of untouched greenery is pleasing enough on its own, but being able to recognize every ray of sun that pours through gives an observer that much more appreciation for what it seen. Suffice to say, the scenery was enough to keep the man lost in his thoughts.
On the whole, this is by no means particularly interesting (except, of course, for the man). Under normal circumstances, he would eventually decide he had had enough, and head back out of this slice of Eden. However it is at this juncture where things went in an utterly unusual direction.
For the last half hour or so, he had heard rustling around the foliage off to his sides and to his rear. Assuming it was probably just birds flitting through the leaves, or at its most interesting perhaps a rabbit, he did not particularly think much of it (as one is prone to hear all kinds of noises in a nature untouched). Yet finally the situation changed when he heard a louder rustling and something that sounded like a sigh.
Thinking at first it was the wind, he nevertheless turned to see what was there. What he beheld put him in such a stupor that most could not understand it. There stood a woman of the utmost beauty that, in all honesty, cannot be remotely described with any kind of justice by this author. In age she looked to be young, perhaps somewhere in her twenties. She was thin, yet still had all of the remarkable curves that drive men to lust and women to envy. She had long, dark hair, which would almost appear to be black, but was revealed to be a kind of auburn brown when the sun hit it. It flowed down her back and shoulders, with wisps hanging suggestively, as if pointing, to her breasts.
Her skin was dark, like the natural tan one might find in those pleasant tones in South America where the Portuguese mixed with the natives and produced children lovelier than both. Her eyes also were dark, yet there was something youthful and exciting in them which made them sparkle. A smile of mischief, innocence, and bashfulness graced her face; her teeth lightly biting her lower lip in a way that was both childlike and seductive.
The only garment she wore was some kind of gossamer skirt around her waist. It covered her essentials and draped slightly down one leg to the knee, while leaving the thigh of the other completely exposed. She stood like this, hands clasped behind her back, chest slightly jutted out with that smile and curious look, shyly but intently staring at our man.
For his part, he was at a complete loss of wits. His heart first skipped a beat, and then pounded in his ears immediately. His jaw hung loosely open as if he had some thought to say something, but clearly hadn't a mind to know what that thought was. Sweat gathered in his palms and began to collect on his forehead. He was also painfully aroused.
It was not just lust at seeing this beautiful creature. In fact, if pressed to describe his emotions, he would not be able to come up with, or at least narrow down, anything. Every positive sensation one could ever feel towards another were somehow jumbled together. He was lost in absolute awe, like one thunderstruck with complete and total adoring love. She appeared to him as cute, beautiful, sexy, elegant, innocent, not-so-innocent... she projected all the facets that we typically ascribe selectively to different people, but never in one being, and never at the same time.
Before this moment, the man had a life. As prefaced earlier, it does not matter what his life was: whether he was single, married, dating, had a career, had a family... Whatever existence he had up to this point followed had, in this instant, began melting into the background. This girl consumed his mind.
She then slowly began to approach him. Placing one bare foot in front of the other, seductively swaying her hips (yet still innocently biting her lip), she advanced little by little, never looking away. The man stood there, still paralyzed in wonder, until she stood before him. His mouth was dry. He blinked hard and swallowed; his heart now beat somehow harder than before and he heard a slight ringing in his ears. A part of him feared he might pass out, but still he stood transfixed.
She unclasped her hands and gently grabbed each of his, which heretofore had simply floated in the same position that they were in when he first laid eyes on her. Her hands were small, yet with great assuredness guided his to her waist. He now held her on those lovely curves where the waist bends inward to form that classical hourglass stomach. Despite his clammy hands, upon touching her flawlessly soft skin, his own palms suddenly calmed and felt natural on her.
Releasing her hands from his own, she reached one hand around and gently held the back of his neck. Her other hand imperceptibly slid underneath his shirt and ran deliberately up his stomach to rest on his chest. This had the twin effects of both pulling his head toward her while keeping him firm by holding his torso at bay.
Her fingers gently scratched the back of his neck, which calmed his nerves, yet his heart still pounded against her other hand. Through this he was more aroused than he ever thought he could be in his life. He bulged so hard that he hurt, but the sensation of his skin on hers, and vice versa, distracted him.
Although this position only lasted a few moments, the time seemed immeasurable to him. At long last (and at the same time, too soon), the reverie was broken as she opened her mouth to speak. With confidence, and louder than he expected (for the rest of the world seemed to have fallen silent around him), she said, "I want you."
Even though it was only three little words, her voice was like some kind of song. She spoke with an unidentifiable accent that sent shivers down his entire body. He again blinked hard as she stared deeply in his eyes. Then, her brief buoyancy was suddenly replaced by that seeming-innocence and shyness. She broke eye contact and looked down at his feet, as if submitting to him. "Do you want me too?"
He trembled. In some other world, perhaps he could have resisted this situation. For an instant he regained some semblance of composure in his mind. Some part of him was
certain
, without any doubt, that if he said yes, he would abandon everything and everyone he knew. Had he been able to deny this woman, she would have had no choice but to disappear back into the woods, rejected. However, as said before, there was not a chance under this sun that that would have transpired.
