This is the tale of Lane and how she lost herself in the woods. Lost herself, but found who she really was. The tale goes a little something like this.
Lane woke up early that day. She pulled her arms out from under her covers, stretching her muscles to get the blood flowing. She lifted her eye mask from her vivid blue eyes, rubbing away the sleep and waking up a little more. The early sunlight streamed in through her curtains and fell in a yellow rectangle across her bed. She glanced down at her large well rounded breasts which had popped out from below the covers during her stretch. Her dark pink nipples were hard. She reached down to pinch them lightly and immediately felt a twinge of desire between her thighs. She continued to pull, and pinch, and progressed to massaging her breasts together and apart. She could feel herself getting damp. Slowly she began to slide her right hand down her slender stomach. She thought to herself "Alarm hasn't gone off yet, I have a little time to take care of things." Just as her fingers reached her clit, with an electric jolt through her body... "Beep beep beep" went the alarm. With a quick curse in her head she jumped out of bed and began to get ready.
It was the first day of summer break and she was rearing and ready to go on her camping trip. She was planning to get to the camp site a few days early to settle in and have some alone time before her best friend, Sara, arrived. She threw her tent, cooler, and bags into the back of her truck and hit the road. She had a few hours of driving ahead of her before she made it to the base of the mountain and she was eager to get it over with. The drive was difficult with how horny she was. At the pit stop she had debated trying again. But the place was grimy and gross and rapidly repelled the thought.
At the base of the mountain her uncles cabin was nestled in among the trees. He had left that morning on a business trip and had left her the horses already ready. One was saddled and the other with its pack harness on. She loaded up the harness with her gear and as the sun reached midmorning, she mounted up and began to make her way up the mountain. The constant movement between her thighs was a consistent tease, and by the time she made it to the camp site she was soaking wet. She unpacked, set up camp, stalled the horses in their pin, and decided midday was as good a time as any to go for a swim.
There was a large stream that ran through the camp, with a good sized pond a little higher up the mountain. The water was crystal clear and often very cold, and was the nourishment source for all the plant life around it for miles. She trekked up to the pond with nothing but a towel in hand. At the edge of the water she stripped down to her knickers, leaving her clothes in a pile on top of the towel, which she had laid out in the sunlight. She started in to the water and then decided why not have a little fun! She took what little clothing was left off, and in nothing but her birthday suit stepped her way into the chill water.
The pond was deep, and many strokes across, with very gentle moving water. As she let herself float and relax her body drifted to the center to the pond. The soft lapping of the water between her thighs was working its magic. It wasn't long before she could feel her hips automatically start to ever so slightly buck up and down. She reached down and opened herself up, exposing her sex to the cold tongue of the water. As her excitement increased she tried to touch herself, but the task of masturbating and floating at the same time was a bit more difficult then she had hoped.
She swam her way back to the edge of the pond. Resting on the sun warmed rocks but with most her her body still underwater. She slid her hand between her thighs and finally began to rub her clit. The water lapped at her nipples, increasing her pleasure. She had been ready all morning and could feel her body staying consistently wet, lubricating itself more and more as the gentle water continued to wash it away. Sliding two fingers into herself, tight and warm, she moaned out loud. While still teasing her clit with her thumb she slid her fingers in and out over and over, faster and faster. In no time at all she cried out in orgasm. She laid back and let the water clean her up. Then contentedly relieved she got up and went to the towel. Suddenly very tired she decided to lay out in the sun on the towel to dry off. In her slumber, ever so subtle changes began to take place in the forest around her.
When she awoke she was relieved to find that she hadn't been asleep too long, and was hopeful that she wouldn't end up with a sunburn. She wrapped the towel around her body and made her way back to the campsite. The feel of the warm green grass under her feet and the scent of the fresh mountain air heightened her senses. It was as though she could see, hear, feel, and smell better then she ever had before. She could also sense that every one of those senses caused a tingle between her hips. She laughed at herself wondering how she could be horny again already.
Back at the campsite she slipped into her bikini, made a simple sandwich lunch, and grabbed a book and blanket. She made a little nest for herself at the base of the tree beside a cluster of small purple and red mushrooms and settled in. With nothing pressing for time, and no more requirement then to relax, she stayed in her nest and continued to read even after lunch. Chapter and chapter, page by page, she was drawn into the novel. A story of magic and fantasy. She knew magic wasn't real but she still enjoyed reading about it and pretending it was. Knights in shining armor, damsels in distress, dragons, unicorns, fairies, you name it, the book had it. She reached a point in the novel with a very detailed and elaborate sex scene between the two main characters. As she read on she could feel herself getting more and more wet. As the main character reached orgasm she was startled out of the book by a stickiness on her hand.
