While enjoying a solo hike in the woods, Sally found a small lake. Feeling over-heated from the hike, she decides to take a dip. Unbeknownst to Sally, she is not alone. A pair of blue eyes are watching her every move. He found her scent in the woods near his den. A scent he remembers, from a dream. He watches as she takes her pack off and dig in for a towel. As he is watching her remove her shirt, he felt the first stirrings of life in his loins. She was blissfully unaware of the beast watching her as she disrobed and shivered a bit as the cold of the water shocked her feet.
She has gooseflesh now and her nipples are like little pebbles. Hard and erect. She wades a little farther in the lake till the water is just under her hairy center. She is feeling free and confident that she is alone. She steps further in the water and feels the water rush around her pussy. It is delightfully cold. She goes deeper still, until she is in up to her waist. A sudden noise startles her from the woods. She calls out and gets no reply. Thinking it is an animal and not really worrying, she continues with her refreshing swim. After a bit in the water, she decides to rest before moving on.
She sets out a towel and lays in the sun to dry. Slowly she drifts off to sleep. Her dreams are very vivid about a beast, tall, mostly covered in fur, man-like face, soft eyes, broad shoulders and gentle hands. She wakes with a start, the dream a fading memory. She goes to the edge of the water, listening for sounds of critters bustling about. It is almost dark now, and she needs to make a fire. She gathers some kindling and sets up a fire pit. Once she has the fire going, she lays in her sleeping bag, listening to the sounds of nature. She hears things in the woods, just out of sight. An animal like low growl, almost a moan.
She is getting scared but cannot move. She stays still in her sleeping bag hoping the creature cannot see her if she does not move. She keeps her eyes half closed, barely able to make out a shadow moving around her camp. She can hear breathing, and what sounds like sniffing, like it is trying to smell her. As she is laying there, she feels it getting closer. She cannot see it, only the shadow, but can feel its presence. She is frightened, but also curious as to what is there.
She can smell something but is unsure what. It smells musty, and manly. The smell reminds her of the dream. The creature smelled like this; how can it be that this beast smells like the one in her dream. She recalls some of the dream and her reactions to the dream beast. She feels her heart start to pound in her chest, her breath quickening. Unsure if this is possible. Surprised by this memory and a feeling of longing for the beast of her dream, she tries to quiet her breathing.
She is feeling it get stronger, and she is getting wet. She has no idea what is happening. She lets out a small moan and the beast notices her. He turns to her and leans over to look at her from an angle that keeps him from her view. He pulls on the sleeping bag; easily sliding her naked flesh out of the slippery fabric. She keeps her eyes closed, hoping it will think her dead. Instead, she feels a large finger slide along her thigh. As if testing for a response. She is so caught off guard, that another moan escapes her. He slowly slides his palm over her belly and up to her breast.
