The exposure grows more daring – and satisfying – and witnessed.
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Authors note: I apologize it’s taken so long to publish chapter two. I’ve struggled with how to tell you this story well enough that you can understand how it happened, and how it felt. I’m grateful for all of your feedback, public and private.
To anonymous: I hope your girlfriends liked chapter one and haven’t quit waiting for this chapter. Even more so, I hope they enjoy this and the following chapters.
Thanks again to ChancesAre for skilled editorial help and making me a better writer.
This story starts where chapter one ended. It’s the same night. Nick just left with his dogs.
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Sarah sat on her deck after Nick left. The cabin and deck were dark. The black expanse of Lake Superior stretched out before her was so dark it absorbed the light of the stars. Faintly distant, a wolf howl rose tremulously into the night.
Sarah wasn’t unsettled. She was scrambled.
Invisible at home. Her kids had their lives and Tim had his. She occupied space in the family unit. She was present, but unseen and she felt guilty that it made her feel so unsatisfied. Wasn’t she supposed to be about them? She loved coming up here by herself – where she was alone. It’s OK to feel lonely when you’re the only person.
Then today happened.
What – exactly – happened today? What happened this evening? What was real? On the trail she exposed herself. She stopped hiding. She let her life-cloak of invisibility fall away. “I’m right here.” She was still stunned how sexual it felt. Maybe my sexuality is always that intense, but covered by social convention and propriety?
And then watching Nick in the shower. Insane. He knew I was watching. His cock knew I was there. Hard for me. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to watch me undress while he stroked. The slippery tunnel of his soapy hand was my pussy squeezing his beautiful cock. With each thrust. My need gripping his cock every time it hit my cervix. On every thrust. His slick grip, sliding up and down his length, was me, cum-milking him.
What if I had walked out to him? What if I’d removed my shirt and bra? And the rest, right there. While he watched. I never could have walked all the way to him. I don’t do things like that. I don’t do things like any of this. I would have stopped, just out of reach. Would he have pulled me into his chest then, into the water? Would he have kissed me, penetrated my mouth with his wild hunting tongue? With his cock against my belly. His shaft hot against my cool flesh. Then pushed me to my knees to feed as much cock into my mouth as I could take? Stretching me full. Into my throat. Watching his eyes, kneeling there in the streaming water, I would have been the only witness to his primal need. To have me. With his large hands holding my head, would he have pushed even more of himself into me then? Pumped me? Until I gasped for air when he pulled out?
I think he would have fucked me. Right there. Hard and fast. Brutal? Even if I’d been able to say “no” he wouldn’t have heard it. Not with my body screaming ‘HARDER. Not with my cunt clutching his cock.
What is going on? What started when I took my shirt off on that trail? My last clear memory of ‘me’ was that moment. “Say, there’s Sarah. We know her. She’s a great mother and wife. You can count on her.” Since? Feelings now where there was certainty before. Awe, where there was familiarity.
Then dinner. Like the shower never happened! The normalcy of dinner was too much. Except I glowed from his interest. He enjoyed me. It wasn’t sexual, but I quivered inside. I felt it between my legs. When was the last time I felt attractive? And then he walked me home like we were on a date and said I’m beautiful and kissed me and passion flared wild between us – until he pulled away.
How did that happen? An older married man took me in his arms. Me, Sarah next door, and kissed me. Nothing chaste about it. Right in this yard. Without asking. She blinked. He wasn’t Nick from next door when he did that. Not really. This Nick had a raw edge. A primal hunger. I was drawn to it.
A moth to flame.
Every atom of who we were in that moment was sexual. I still smell the rich musky lust — from both of us.
What world is this? For a moment I thought he was going to fuck me right over there, in this yard. That doesn’t happen to me. He knew he could, if he wanted. No man ever grabbed me that way with that look, and certainly not now, at my age. Was he reading some signal from me? Did he think I wanted that? She peered into the black infinity over Lake Superior. How did he know I need that? Could he tell how long it’s been since I’ve been…
Now she was alone, in the dark. Trying to decide what to do. We have to talk about what happened, don’t we? She decided it had to be in person. She decided to wait until morning, when blood had cooled. In the light of day.
Having even that thin a plan, she went inside, where she could pretend to sleep.
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On his deck Nick was almost done drinking three fingers of single malt scotch – neat. The dogs were sleeping next to him. He was quiet. His mind was racing. He had to do something, but what? They had to talk. He’d long outgrown tolerance for ‘dancing around’ anything. He wondered what time she’d be getting up in the morning. He stood and threw back the last sip. “C’mon girls, let’s head in.”
Two minutes later he was walking down the trail to her cabin. He stopped. He peered intensely into the dark as if it held a clue to guide him. Fuck. He went back to his place.
He ended up on the deck again, with three more fingers of scotch. The dogs were laying on his bed inside the 4 season sleeping porch. They alternated between which of them would keep one eye on him, but there was a lot of soft snoring. They weren’t worried. He was.
I fucked up. He drank half his scotch in one swallow. He grimaced as it burned down his throat. Drinking hundred dollar single malt like the common shit. Fuck it. It goes well with treating Sarah like a target of my philandering. He threw back the rest and enjoyed the burn this time. At least I stopped before it went too far — barely.
This place is where he came to get away — from his companies, from demands on his time, from the noise and filth and stupidity of the everyday world. And, until today, he was sexually quiet here. There’s a name for what I’ve become in my life ‘back there’. Lothario? Womanizer? His dalliances began when the passion in his marriage faded and intensified with Lynn’s menopause and total loss of interest. He was at an advanced age for sexual liberation but that’s what happened to him.
Each new tryst was more adventurous. He learned to make love, after thinking he knew how for decades. How many women now? Dozens. Some of their names were fuzzy. But not the rest. Their faces. Their luscious excited sounds. How it felt to hold them, and them me. How they tasted and sucked and fucked and came. Clear as day. The memory of each soft kiss in a shared moment of bliss after.
He understood that along the way his lust had become obsession. His eye was always wandering. Appreciating a hip or a neck, a chest or a hand or a toned ass. Always looking for the signs, the glance that told him she might be receptive. It could be possible — for the right man. Eyes that asked him if he was the right man. Eyes that sparkled when she realized he was on the hunt, for her, and knew how. Bright as he closed in.
He wasn’t obsessed with getting himself off. It was a hunger to experience his lover’s orgasm. A lust to make his lover cum — for him. The thrown back head and wild sounds. The tight grip on his body or hand or cock at the very moment. The taste. The weightless bliss. With each orgasm he wanted the next even more. When a woman was in his sights his entire being went into a ‘cum for me’ mode.
But not up here. His lust never controlled him up here. Until now. He resolved to stop it. Thank God I stopped. In time. He thought about how Sarah looked. God she was ready. The whole evening. Every gesture and look and sound she made. More than any woman he’d ever loved. She almost buzzed with need as he closed in on her. She would have been coming long before I had my cock in her. When I first touched her clit? Maybe as soon as I sucked a nipple. Didn’t need to see them to know how stiff they were. She would have cum for me again and again and again…
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Sarah awakened to the rich birdsong of early morning in early summer in the northern forest. She was surprised and delighted she’d fallen asleep. It must be the fresh air — and all the rest. She threw off the covers and stretched her nude body and felt wonderful. She walked naked into the kitchen and started the coffee and then went out onto the deck. Everything was new and cool and fresh. Her goose bumped skin was alive. I feel frisky! She shook her tits at the world and laughed out loud.
She was used to mood swings but this was something else again. The cool Lake Superior air eventually nudged her inside to find some clothes. Even walking through the cabin naked was great fun. Strutting and half dancing around the house she decided to go talk with Nick before he left. She needed to hear what he was thinking. She was eager to see him. His eyes would tell her everything.
She dressed in cotton socks and sneakers, baggy cargo shorts and a well-worn T. Not even close to naked. But naughty with no bra or panties. Free. She pulled her hair back and appreciated the line of her neck in the mirror. Her nipples danced under the soft fabric when she moved. The friction stiffened them with sensitivity. Delightful to watch. She felt like a girl again? Even my smile. Especially my smile? And my tits she thought as the smile spread across her face.
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Sipping his coffee outside, Nick felt as reserved as Sarah felt rejuvenated. His mood distracted from the beautiful morning. He should have left long ago but knew he had to talk with Sarah first and had been putting it off. When the dogs gave two barks and got to their feet looking towards next door he knew the dreaded conversation was at hand.
When Sarah emerged from the woods Nick was stunned. She moved like an 18 year old. Because of the yoga and Pilates she always moved with fluid grace but this was more. There was new lightness in her gait, and a youthful exuberance. Her smile confirmed her good mood and her tits jiggled joyfully in a loose T. Damn. Nick’s cock was hard long before she reached the deck. Her nipples have to be stiff as erasers dancing so wildly in there. Jesus. They want to come out! He pictured them without the shirt as she approached. He pictured all of her naked and moving and smiling and so totally fucking in charge of me right now.
He concentrated on keeping his eyes on her face, a foot above the show, as she bounded up the steps onto the deck. “Hey.” she said with a smile.
“Hey,” his response was subdued. “Want coffee?”
“Sure. I could have one more. Black please.”
When he came back out with fresh cups for both of them she was bent over rubbing Sun and Sam. When she leaned over her tits pushed the T-shirt fabric away from her body and he saw them through the oversized neck-hole. They bounced as she vigorously rubbed the dogs. He saw one dark nipple. He stifled a moan but felt it inside. He reacted to the glimpse like a teenage boy.
When she straightened up he handed her the coffee and they each took a sip and set their cups down. This wasn’t about coffee. “Sarah,” he paused still not knowing what he was going to say, “last night…I have no excuse.” He searched her face for a clue.
She replied softly “I can’t remember a night I enjoyed more…in a long time. Didn’t you?”
“Yes,” he stammered, “but when I walked you back I never should have…”
“You stopped.” She said, interrupting him.
Jesus Christ he thought, what does that mean? “But I never should have…”
Her look stopped him. She spoke as softly as a breath. “A magical evening at the end of a lovely day.” She walked to him slowly. She moved into his personal space, until they were almost touching. He didn’t speak or move. She looked up into his eyes and reached down for his hand. She took it in hers and raised it to her breast. With her hand she urged him to feel her flesh, to squeeze it. They held her tit in his hand. Together.
Nick groaned and felt weak in the knees. He squeezed her soft flesh. He felt her warmth and weight. His hand stayed when she lowered hers. Her eyes rolled back slightly when he caressed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When he gently pinched it her eyes and head rolled back further, then jerked upright in a start – like someone falling asleep who suddenly stops. Her eyes focused on his again. Looking down, he fell into her gaze.
“Do you want me?” She breathed.
There it was. In the open.
A growl rolled deep in his chest as he caressed her breast. She luxuriated in being held that way, by her tit. She was offering all of herself. Finally, in a hoarse whisper he said, “More than I can stand.”
They were in a spectacular symphony of birdsong that energized the bright morning. The sound was liquid that filled the world to overflowing and they were adrift in it. They felt heartbeats through their contact.
His hand slid upwards from her breast, to cup the side of her face. She pressed her face into the hand that held her so naturally. Slowly a new expression spread across his features. It began in his eyes as distant anguish and spread across his face as loss. “We can’t,” he rasped.
She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm. Her eyes said “they could”. His expression remained implacably unchanged. When he let his hand drift away from her she turned and walked to the head of the steps leading from the deck. Pausing there, she turned to look back at him and again her look said “yes we could”, before she walked down the steps and onto the trail. Neither knew what would happen, had she said it out loud.
He watched where she’d gone and the dogs watched him. After a few minutes he began locking things up to leave.
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Sarah’s bright morning mood carried her back. I didn’t think I was going to do that she thought, without the slightest regret or shame. God it felt good when he held my breast and caressed it. With both hands he could melt me. It was even sexier when he held my face. Even before he spoke, she could see how much he wanted her. She loved feeling sexually attractive again. Nothing in how she walked now was exaggerated, yet she was visibly a woman who remembered what it was to feel sexy, and enjoyed it.
When she got to her cabin she decided to go for another walk on the trails — but this time she wouldn’t have to carry clothes because she was going to leave them at home! Athletic water shoes and a smile are all I need. I wonder how far I’ll go. The thought of being far away, with no ability to cover up, was achingly exciting. What if I run into somebody? What would they think about running into a sexy naked woman in the woods? What would they think when they see I didn’t even bother to bring clothes with me – in case? She got wet with the image. What would they do, without another soul around?
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Sun and Sam stuck their heads out the windows as Nick drove out the long twisting gravel drive. After locking the gate he got back into the pickup and debated again whether he shouldn’t drive no further than Nygaard’s driveway, and down it to her cabin, and let the chips fall where they may. Not my way, he decided ruefully, and was quickly at highway speed on the long drive home.
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It seemed impossible, but Sarah felt more euphoric with each naked step she took. Walking into the forest wearing only a pair of athletic water shoes was exquisitely liberating. Concerns and rules and expectations were in the same pile as her clothes, on her bed, back in the cabin. I’m walking bare-naked through Nick’s woods Sarah thought excitedly, and it’s perfect.
She pictured herself as the animals saw her walking through their forest. Naked and natural. She imagined how she’d look to women and children if they saw her. What about a teenage boy, hiding and watching my tits bounce as I walk by and marveling open mouthed at the mystery of my bush and what’s hidden there. Or a man, who knows what’s between my legs. Who knows it’s only the two of us out here with the breeze and tendrils of sunlight piercing the green tree cover, here and there.
What about Nick? Looking. He’s going to see. He told me last night, he has trail-cams along these trails. This naked hike is really a miles-long stripper’s strut in front of him. I think I knew last night, when he told me about his cameras, that I’d be taking this walk today. I definitely knew this morning with my bright mood.
As she walked her thoughts drifted into her disturbing new fantasy. It came in a dream. It was slutty. She got a job stripping in one of those clubs with loud music and garish lights and men grown crude with liquor. It wasn’t for the money. Peeling the cover off her respectability, in the awful music, with the wild strobe lights and clashing pulses of color. She was peeling piece by piece by piece, and showing off as she did. Presenting her private, hidden, unseen body. Squeezing her tits at leering faces, presenting her ass, kneeling with her legs spread wide and showing her wet pussy and touching herself as she arched her back and moved with the music and gyrated wantonly and didn’t have to pretend she was into it because she had never been so fucking into anything ever in her life.
The fantasy made her aware of the natural bounce of her breasts as she walked and Sarah remembered how it felt when Nick held one. He knew he had hold of all of me, by one tit. He knew how badly I wanted him to hold both of them, and squeeze, and excite my nipples and lick them and suck them until… Once again, she was wet with the image.
From the sun’s position above the forest she knew she’d been walking on a trail that mostly led south, away from her cabin and her clothes and away from her life. After about 30 minutes the trail turned to go east and she realized she was close to the county road that ran along the southern border of Nick’s land. When she peered through the trees she saw it. It’s right there. The edge of the forest was only about 30 feet away and the pavement 20 feet beyond that.
At that moment she heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. She froze and was stunned how clearly she could watch it pass by. And I didn’t even see the road until I looked for it. It all depends where you’re looking. She decided to get closer to the road. Once she was off the cleared trail, she had to push her way between tree branches and brush. One scratched her thigh and another poked her tit so sharply she yelped but soon she was at the very edge of the woods. She was clearly, nakedly, visible to any passing traffic — if they just looked her way.
She trembled with exposed sexual excitement and the blissful eroticism of the moment. She heard the rumbling of a large vehicle approaching. From a lifetime of coming up here Sarah knew from the bang and rattle that it was a log truck hauling pulp wood. I could step out. With the motion he would see me for sure but it’ll take him forever to get that thing stopped and he can’t turn around and anyway I’ll be long gone. It was coming fast and almost there and she quickly decided and she was just starting to step into the open when the log truck roared by going faster than she expected — and in the same instant, close by, really close by, someone hollered “Jesus Fuck” at the top of his lungs and Sarah saw the two gear festooned long distance bike riders the log truck had just blown past. The lead rider shook a fist at the departing truck and hollered “He didn’t move over a god damned inch.” Then louder, “Come back here mother fucker!”
The second rider was staring directly at Sarah. He kept peddling because that’s what long distance riders do but he turned his face as he passed and gaped at her. “Bill!” he hollered as Sarah ducked back into the trees. “Bill! There’s a naked woman back there!”
She quickly worked her way through the woods back to the trail and then sprinted thirty yards down it. She crouched breathless behind a large pine and felt the hammering of her heart.
“Fuck yeah she was there” she heard one of the returning bikers say. “I looked right at her.”
“Sure Greg.” the other rider said skeptically. “And she had great tits, right? And she was rubbing her pussy and gesturing to you?” They came to a stop right where she’d stepped into the open. They each shot water into their mouths from squeeze bottles.
“No, but she was there, and she did have a pretty spectacular rack.”
“Asshole.” responded the lead rider as he wheeled his bike around and started moving off again. His buddy followed.
Oh my God. She started giggling when she pictured what they’d do if she walked into the open to yell “good bye” and wave. She resumed her ‘forest freedom stroll’ and thought about her reaction to what just happened. Almost getting caught should make me more cautious – but instead it’s making me bolder. More adventurous. More excited. With each step she felt the squishy arousal between her legs and wondered what Nick’s reaction would be when he checked his cameras. She hadn’t seen any of them yet. I’m sure they’re camouflaged. She became less aware that cameras might be present with every step she took.
After paralleling the road for another twenty minutes she came to where the trail crossed Nick’s gravel driveway. The trail veered close to the county road and crossed the drive only 15 feet from the gate, with the pavement just beyond. She stopped in the middle of the drive, absolutely visible to passing traffic, if they looked. She stood there, exposed and waiting. Her excitement increased with the sound of an approaching vehicle – flashed bright with its passing – then dissipated as the vehicle continued to drive off. They didn’t look.
She spread her stance slightly and slid two middle fingers into herself. She enjoyed feeling them where she had felt so empty and continued to face the road. How does this look if someone glances my way as they fly past? What if bikers come by again? She stayed there moving her fingers slowly for two more passing vehicles and tingled with the anticipation of hearing tires squeal from hard braking – but they didn’t.
Well…this is kind of dumb, she thought and resumed hiking. She sniffed the musky scent on her fingers and recalled what her Wildlife Biology TA told them about having sex in the woods. It tended to attract all manner of large animals whose sense of smell was far more acute than humans. Eventually the trail turned left again, north, and she knew she was walking back towards The lake.
She was sure then, that this was the trail that generally followed the borders of Nick’s land. There were still all the trails that meandered through the interior to explore. What a wonderful playground she thought, grateful that Nick created it.
It was paradoxical. He was a wealthy successful businessman who could have hired a crew to cut these trails with the cash out of his wallet – but he didn’t. He’d laid them out and cut them himself. It took years of his time off. Now there were so many miles that just maintaining and keeping them open took a ton of time. Last night he’d grumbled about having to lug his bigger chain saw a mile and a half down a trail to clear a tree that blocked it, but she saw in his features that he wouldn’t have it any other way.
When he wasn’t working on his trails he was enjoying them with Sun and Sam on clear days and rainy ones and in the snow. By snowshoe through the winter, even when it was in the teens below zero. He often travelled for business, sometimes internationally. And he was sometimes cajoled by his wife into taking pleasure trips to various destinations around the world. Only first class and luxury. But Nick’s desire, always, was to be here with his dogs, walking and working in his woods and skinny dipping in the largest fresh water lake in the world and grilling on his deck and enjoying a glass of Malbec or Chianti or good scotch.
I’m lucky my place is next door, she thought, for so many reasons. Thinking about the last 24 hours set her to glowing. Like Nick, there’s no place I’d rather be.
There were stretches of boardwalk that he built over muddy and swampy areas. What did he say last night, 1,800′ of boardwalk if you added it all up. She was walking on boardwalk through swamp when she stopped with a gasp. A bear track, huge and highlighted where the pad and toes left an impression on the boardwalk. Still wet – it was just here! More tracks were on both sides of the boardwalk and there, in the mud, she could also see the unmistakable imprint of its claws.
Sarah stopped and listened. She strained to hear. She looked around her. She looked up in the trees and was relieved not to see young cubs looking back while mom took care of danger on the ground. So, probably a large male. She knew to raise her arms and make herself ‘large and loud’ if she confronted him. She’d done it, in the past, with other hikers alongside. With clothes. But now she was naked and alone and goose-bumped.
She started walking again with heightened awareness. Is it this chill that’s making my nipples so stiff, or danger? She gradually warmed as she walked. With distance from the track she began to relax again and move easily — and — she understood the real danger she’d been flirting with for the last day was not a bear.
After walking for another half hour and listening to the forest around her she knew she was getting closer to the lake – first from a change in the air. A different humidity infused the breeze. Then she heard it, the lapping waves. The forest grew brighter. An eagle called from the nest in a tree near the high bank, and her mate returned the call from where it circled over the water. Finally she emerged from the woods into a small clearing on the edge of a 40′ high bank.
The view was spectacular and the sun illuminated her like a spotlight. She stretched her arms wide and rolled her head back until the sun shone hot on her entire face. She took a huge ‘Pilates breath’ that expanded her rib cage and pushed out her breasts. Through a long exhale she drew into her abdomen. With her eyes softly closed she tightened her core as she released her breath. Strength. She continued deep breathing with her entire body while the natural world felt her. Bare naked. Caressed by all of the natural elements. They seeped into her wet places and melded to her balance and her heat. They took all of her and gently held her from inside.
She thought she couldn’t be more relaxed when she’d stepped into this bright place, and then – in a few minutes of breathing – shed more tension than she had all day. She smiled peacefully, opened her eyes and continued following the trail as a graceful human noodle.
The trail took jukes and jogs away from the lake to go around the deeper ravines and even had two short bridges Nick built to cross the cuts where they narrowed. Just like for the boardwalks, Nick had to carry the lumber all the way in here, she realized. Those beams had to be lugged one at a time and were a heavy load even individually. She began to wish that she’d helped him do it. Maybe he’ll let me help him maintain his trails? Gradually the bank height dropped until it was the more normal fifteen or twenty feet and the trail emerged at Nick’s lodge.
Walking by the majestic peaked windows of the great room Sarah pictured Nick inside. Too bad he’s not sitting in there or on his deck when I walk by unexpectedly, naked and bouncing and free. She smiled mischievously with the thought. I might?
She continued walking and then took the path down the cut to the beach. Emerging onto the narrow beach she saw a small fishing boat trolling 50 yards straight out. She walked straight into the frigid water without pausing on the sand. This was why she wore her water shoes and she wouldn’t turn back now. Her arms were out from her sides for balance on the uneven rocks that started 10 feet in. She paused when she got just past her knees, Damn it’s icy, and really struggled to keep going when the water was mid-thigh, always the hardest part, just as the cold is reaching your tender regions. She heard one of the fishermen say “hey, look”, and quickly dove straight forward into the icy water. In the unlikely event they weren’t already aware of her they certainly were then, when her head and shoulders burst back above the surface with a gasp that was almost a shriek. Oh My God that’s cold! All her pores constricted so violently and instantly her skin felt like the lake was biting her.
She took several frantic strokes into The Lake and as quickly spun around and headed for the shore. When it got shallower she exploded from The lake and ran towards the path back to Gus’s house with water streaming from her. She heard laughter and something about “they’re probably stiff enough now to poke your eye out” and wondered whether the guys in the boat knew how well sound carried over the water in this bay. She didn’t really care – she was heading for that outdoor shower – and ‘they’ were stiff indeed as she sprinted up the trail.
Her skin still tingled when she reached the shower. Even from so brief a swim her body radiated cold like a block of ice on a hot day. She was startled when she saw the folded towel. He left a towel for me… And a note. “In case you forgot one. No hurry to return.” His gesture found her.
With a snap the last 24 hours became real again. She realized that after leaving Nick’s deck that morning, all the things that happened over the last day had grown surreal. But it was all real. ALL of it. Taking my shirt off yesterday and Nick coming over and then the shower and dinner and the kiss. Even this morning, caressing my breast. And today, and now.
This freedom is real. Here. Now.
She turned the water on and adjusted the temp while testing with one hand. When it was hot, she stepped into Nick’s shower. “Oh!” She gasped aloud with pleasure. It was everything he’d promised. She couldn’t believe the volume of water pouring over her. The liquid heat caressed her body and warmed her blood. All of her warmed when she thought this is Nick’s shower. She pictured the scene from the day before, but this time she was in the sparkling stream with him. She imagined him hard against her back with soapy hands reached around to wash her front. Her tits slipped around in his squeezing hands as he fondled them. Her nipples made slippery escapes when he tried to pinch them and one hand slid down her soft belly to her mound.
The hand gently caressed her curly hairs and fingers traced circles on the hood over her clit. She opened to him and the finger slid lower to glide up and down the length of her pussy lips, slick with her juices. The finger slid along the insides of her lips, coaxing them further apart. Ready for his cock. She imagined it stiff and hot and pressed against her back and knew he was going to slide it into her in this position, driving it upwards with his thighs until his balls slapped against her lips and she could scream her joy as loud as she wanted because they were alone and who the hell cared anyway and they were free and…
Oh My God this is a wonderful shower!
The three fingers of one hand were his cock pumping inside her, hitting her G spot with every wild thrust while the other hand rubbed and flicked and pinched her swollen clit. She imagined him grunting every time he drove his shaft into her and heard the frenzy when her loud “OH’s” joined his grunts and pushed back in rhythm and squeezed him with the deepest muscles in her cunt and made him fuck her harder, and fuck faster, and they got louder together and they moved together and they fucked and she struggled to keep from falling as her body jerked like a puppet on wild strings. Her lust – their lust – was the mad puppeteer that dangled her in this powerful stream of water and need and sensations. The water flowed relentlessly and the gyrations grew tighter and the strings stretched tauter until Sarah was finally torn from her last shred of respectability and surrendered with a wonderfully primal scream and they screamed together in this wild place as one orgasm tore through them both. It tore through their sex and through their union. And again. And once more as their bodies slowed until the waves of climax calmed to pulses that were heartbeats. Deep breaths. Caught breaths.
The enveloping waters flowed over Sarah. They streamed down her face with what might have been tears. Warm water caressed her shoulders and breasts and swept down her arms to run from fingertips now hanging at her sides. The soothing flow streamed down her back and the crack of her ass and down her stomach and through her pubes and glistening pussy and then the streams joined again to course down the inside of her trembling thighs.
I couldn’t have been alone. He was here. She cautiously opened her eyes. Jelly legs. She reluctantly reached up to shut the water off. She stood immobile while the last of the water dripped from her.
She was overwhelmed with gratitude when she took the towel he’d left for her. It was huge. She wrapped it around her like a heavy terry cloth sheet. It feels SO good. The towel held her. It’s so big it could be wrapped around both of us.
She looked at the shower for some outward manifestation that it was the gateway to another dimension. A different reality. It was an outdoor shower. She’d cleansed herself in it. Now an uncharacteristically gentle Lake breeze found her fresh, and new.
She saw the note he left and realized more was written below the fold. “Sarah, we should talk before next weekend. You have my cell and here’s my private email. Nick.” Yes, she thought as she started towards the path, we should talk.
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The four hour drive home was ‘one of those’ for Nick. It was scary how little of it he could recall when he arrived. His mind was filled with images of Sarah and their conversations and where things had gotten so unintentionally. And so quickly.
The role reversal during the night was the most surprising thing of all. In the evening after walking her back, he was moving in on her when he stopped himself. This morning it was her, full-on seducing him.
He was experienced in the steps of this sexual dance between a man and a woman. But he was thrown off by the setting? Everything was different up there. Life in the woods was more real, and immediate. It lacked the abstract obfuscation of an urban social setting. It was primal up there, and so was Sarah, Nick realized with a start. That’s what was so different. She was primal and real in a way I never encountered in a woman before.
He unpacked and settled the dogs and went into his home office to get caught up. He’d already decided to avoid his main office until the next day. After two hours of replying to emails and messages he came to one from Nadia Giovannini. She was going to be in the states soon for three days and wanted to know if he would be free to discuss a ‘new venture’ on one of those days. Nadia was a tall, slim, stunningly attractive Italian businesswoman. They’d had several very successful business ventures together. They’d met each other’s spouses at business/social events. Associates admired the deals they’d done. Nobody suspected that they were also lovers.
Switching to his private email account Nick found the expected email from Nadia’s private account. They kept their personal communications separate from their business ones. The message was short: “Yours darling, if you want?” She’d attached 3 pictures from her risqué personal fashion shoot at Edge Images. Nick helped the photographer / owner of Edge Images get started and later introduced him to Nadia as a potential client.
All three pictures were taken on the same soft leather couch. She was naked. One was taken from beyond her feet looking towards her head as she lay stretched out lengthwise. Her legs were spread wide with her left foot over the back of the couch and her right foot on the floor and her glistening labia just visible in the shadows of her dark bush. Her breasts were magnificently prominent as if she’d taken a deep breath and her chin was the only part of her face visible because her head was thrown back over the armrest. The photograph looked like a climax frozen in time.
In another she was kneeling on the couch, facing the back of it, legs spread and ass high. She was presenting her pussy for doggy-style fucking from a standing position behind her. It made him remember their Rome visit at the conclusion of their most aggressive and successful deal. He smiled with the memory, and continued smiling when he saw the third picture. In it she was lounging naked on the couch for all the world to see, peacefully smiling at the camera. A well fucked woman.
His reply was succinct. “You have a way with words my Love. I always want you.”
And he did love her, and his wife, and other women. Unlike the society he lived in, he didn’t feel his polyamorous nature was a moral defect. After sending his message he looked at the pictures again.
It was the last picture that pulled his thoughts back to Sarah. The picture was the naked honesty of a satisfied woman. He wanted to see Sarah, looking just like that. He knew he couldn’t. Ever. She was not a woman he could be with “sometimes.” She deserves better than me, Lynn certainly deserves better than me, and with that thought he understood, maybe for the first time ever, that he agreed with society’s view of his morals.
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A few hours later Nick was stirring the tomato sauce for their dinner when his phoned beeped with a text from Ted Thompson up at The Lake: “Can u talk?”
Nick called him. “What’s up Ted?”
“You’re not up here, are you?”
“No, came back this morning. Need help with something?”
“Is there anybody at your place, like a niece or something? A youngish woman?”
Now Nick was really curious. “No. Why you asking?”
“Well…,” Nick could hear the mischievousness enter Ted’s voice as he continued, “It’s just that your nymph is running around the woods naked — again – and since she’s not a niece or anything I don’t mind telling you she’s got a really hot body.”
Nick waited for Ted’s laughter to pass before asking, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Well, Bill and I were trolling offshore and saw her, naked as a jay bird. First she came out on the high bank east of your place and stood in the sun with her arms out and her head back like a goddess sculpture. She disappeared and we started wondering if we really saw what we thought we saw and kept trolling our way down the shore. Long about the time we were trolling past your beach she comes out of the woods, crosses the beach, keeps going straight into The lake and when the water is about up to her crotch she dives in, swims out 30 feet, wheels around, heads for shore, bursts out of the water when it got shallow enough and runs back into the woods.”
“You’re serious?” Nick asked.
“Yup.”
“You didn’t recognize her?”
“No, well not her face anyway. We were about 50 yards offshore and I was kind of distracted? I had binocs in the boat but never thought to use them.”
“Well, what did you see?”
“Light brown hair, average height, athletic, early to mid-twenties, nice figure, unshaved — down there — and a truly spectacular ass disappearing into the woods”
Nick heard the dogs barking and knew Lynn was getting home. He said, “Sure sounds like my nymph.” Sarah?! Ted’s off on the age by over a decade but it had to be.
Nick continued, “Hey, I think I might know who you saw. I told one of my young sales reps he was welcome to take his fiancé there to do some hiking and go swimming. Now I know why he said he was looking for someplace ‘private’ to go. They were renting a cabin in the area.”
“Lucky sales rep.” Ted said.
“Hey Ted, do me a solid on this, will ya? Don’t mention this around up there or to my wife or neighbors? I think they’ll get on me about it and really don’t want to be apologizing for one of my young guys.”
“Sure Nick.” Ted answered. In fact, Nick’s request only increased his curiosity.
“Thanks buddy. Hey I gotta go. Lynn just got home and I haven’t seen her in a few days.”
“OK.” Ted answered, about to add a comment on the fishing — but Nick was already gone.
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Sarah’s day ended with unusual quiet. She was heading home in the morning. The beautiful day had given way to an evening of changing weather. Dark clouds were sliding in from the west, backlit by the setting sun. They had a malevolent feel. The forecast said a cold front was going to drop down from Canada during the night, with strong winds and plummeting temperatures.
Sarah was chilled but kept the window open when she climbed into the bed. She wrapped herself tightly in the heavy covers, enjoying their feel around her naked body. She felt held. She drifted easily into sleep. She dreamed.
She was in a small clearing deep in the forest. Naked. The surrounding forest was shaded and cool but the clearing was softly lit and comfortably warm. The ground was a bed of moss. The surrounding woods was alive, but unthreatening.
Nick became visible at the edge of the dense cover. He was naked and weathered looking. Rough looking. His hands were at his sides. His cock hung heavy between his thighs. As he stared appraisingly at Sarah his cock slowly became engorged. When he began to approach, his cock climbed towards the horizontal. It swayed with each step and reached for her when he was within arm’s length.
She wanted to feel it throb and grow in her hands. She wanted to feel the veins and texture and heat and measure its circumference and weight. She wanted to drop to her knees and lick him. She wanted to suck.
When she reached out for him Nick seamlessly intercepted her hands with his and gently directed them to the top of her head. Using his fingers he showed he wanted her to lace her fingers together there, to keep her hands on top of her head.
He took her face in both of his hands and brought his mouth to hers. They kissed. His tongue stroked her lips and slid into her mouth. Their tongues entwined in the warm wet world of their mouths. They writhed together. Nick and Sarah were joined together by the mouth in a timeless kiss that may have lasted minutes and may have been hours. It didn’t matter. When he finally withdrew from the kiss her tongue tried to follow. She almost lost her balance when she leaned towards him, chasing the kiss. Nick steadied her in his hands. He steadied her with his eyes.
His hands slid from her face to encircle and caress her neck. They slid to her upper chest, and lower. They covered her breasts and followed their shape and he gently tested the give of her soft flesh. He squeezed her. There was a nudging pull deep within him. A leashed animal testing the strength of his restraints — before breaking them. He slid his hands around the sides of her rib cage to her back and caressed her shoulder blades as he began to kiss his way down her chest. He kissed languidly and licked and nipped with his teeth until he reached her breasts. With them his tongue was in charge. He licked circles around her areolas, and stroked them with broad wet strokes and licked her nipples. He flicked her nipples so quickly they became blurs with his wild tongue. Then he added his mouth. Kisses everywhere on her breasts and then sucking kisses. He sucked her entire areolas and then just her nipples. He sucked with soft contentment and with a ferocious hunger she felt in her cunt. Her eyes drifted shut. Her pleasure increased beyond comprehension. The kiss had been timeless, this caress was ageless
She felt him slowing. She felt him stop. He pulled back from her. She pleaded silently, “no, no, don’t stop now. Oh god no oh god ohgod dontstopyet pleasedontstopagain…” He was looking at her. She could feel it. She opened her eyes to look at him. His lust stole her breath.
He was struggling to speak. It came out a raw whisper. “I…need…you.” He was tearing the words from inside. His voice strained more as he rasped, “The taste of you.” His hands went to her hips and steadied her as he lowered himself to his knees. Without pausing for a civilized, kissing, licking introduction he took her with his mouth. Sarah’s pussy lips kissed him back. Open mouthed. They parted for his tongue as it slid from perineum to clit. He circled and licked her clitoris. The throbbing little clit-cock stiffened in his oral embrace. Her arousal grew more intense with his sucking. He continued sucking her turgid clit as he probed deeper with his tongue. She felt it everywhere inside her, licking, probing, exploring. It filled her slick fuck tunnel and she squeezed it. It reached impossibly deep inside – to her cervix – and licked there and licked her g-spot and her pussy walls and… He HAD her by his mouth and released his wild tongue into her and sucked her tingling clit and he wasn’t pausing any of it and he wasn’t going to stop ANY of it and her whole body was shaking and OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHH OHHH OHHHHHHHHHHH and her orgasm towered above her like a giant wave, cresting and then breaking and crashing onto her. A thunder of water. She tumbled helplessly as the roaring surf of release carried her and flushed through her and she was drowning in her own unstoppable climax. She was liquid inside and she felt a gush flow from her pussy and she thought oh no no no, not on his face, no, and she couldn’t stop it and somehow she was able to open her eyes in the maelstrom and see his eyes close in satisfaction and his mouth seal to her opening, and she could see the motion of his throat as he swallowed all of her, and sucked for more, and licked her inside.
Deep in the primal forest, they moaned together.
Her wildly beating heart slowed to one beat below frantic. It relented from trying to escape her chest. She almost passed out as her body tried to return to…what? Not normal. She’d never be normal again. She realized she was still upright because of his steadying hands on her hips. She felt absurdly light on her feet. He was supporting her on his gentle mouth. He was watching her again, enjoying her pleasure. Toying with her in a way that she loved.
She wanted to talk with him — but couldn’t speak. The only words between them were his earlier ones, about his need. She wanted to hold him but he was still kneeling between her legs. He still had his mouth on her pussy. Oh god, she realized with widening eyes, he’s still licking me inside. He still has me by the pussy. She felt his soft sucking pulses on her clit. Oh god, no, what, oh my god, I’m close again. He never stopped. His sneaky surreptitious tongue only got softer and calmer and he’s taking me again and she looked at his eyes and saw the hunger for her and she dropped pretense and rushed towards her next orgasm and knew even more would follow and threw her head back and screamed with wild fucking joy and screamed to scream and screamed…
Sarah woke in a cold room. From outside the open window, there was the sound of large waves crashing ashore. Gale strength waves driven by the same wind that roared through the trees around the cabin. The predicted cold front had arrived. Her bedding was a jumbled pile, with her on top. She jumped up, ran to the thermostat and turned it up to start the furnace. She decided to leave the window open. The furnace and the cold front can fight it out because I want it open.
The quilt she woke on top of was soaked. She knew it was cum. Her thighs were sticky with it. She was still squishy. She wrapped the heavy quilt tightly around her. She luxuriated in being wrapped in her wet spot.
Drifting to sleep she thought about the wild waves on the surface of The Lake. It was the disputed border between the wet world below and the air above. The waves revealed the violence of the dispute. Sarah was floating on the disputed surface of her life. Her calm life at home where she was respectable and competent and unsurprising — and her life here, where she was free.
A cold front was moving in.
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Author’s note: Thank you for reading chapter two. As I said at the outset, I’ve struggled with how to tell this. In the end, I decided to tell it straight.
When I’ve gotten stuck trying to find the words that do that, I’ve gone to my place on Lake Superior with the dogs. They are yellow labs. It’s late April. We’re hiking my trails of course, but not swimming — yet. It’s been 70° already but hovering around freezing this weekend. The Eagles are sitting an egg (maybe two) in their giant nest, so one is always there while the other is non-stop searching for food. We encountered our first bear of the year yesterday — fresh out of hibernation and grumpy.
Last night after typing the last period in this chapter I went outside to take a shower. It was 32° and a rain/snow mix and absolutely perfect in a spectacular cloud of steam. It is an incredible shower.
I will continue telling this story as I find the words. If I’ve written the beginning well enough, you understand we don’t always choose what happens next. Sometimes, life chooses us to play out in.
Please note that following chapters might fall in different categories. I sincerely appreciate your feedback, public and private, and ratings.