A job transfer brought me to New England during the first week of autumn; within a week, the season had trans-formed the foliage of my new town into a collage of nutmeg brown, apple red, and sunlit yellow. Every journey outdoors was a treat for the senses.
Unfortunately, being surrounded by so much natural splendor only made me more aware that I had no one to share it with. Every time I passed a couple frolicking in a soft pile of leaves or sauntering past a pumpkin-strewn road with their arms around each other’s waist, my determination to find a woman for myself intensified. My relentless masturbation barely took the edge off.
When I heard about an upcoming nature walk for single lesbians, I rushed right to the sports shop to buy a pair of hiking boots and a backpack! The group was scheduled to meet on the shore of a stunningly beautiful lake.
It was a perfect afternoon, a warm Indian summer having pushed the temperature up to almost 70 degrees. I was almost unbearably horny, and I chose an outfit that showed my body off. My firm breasts bounced free under my pink cotton tank top, and my high-cut denim shorts displayed my muscular thighs, which I worked hard to keep in shape. I also made sure to arrive early, determined to get first crack at any promising prospects.
As it turned out, in spite of the balmy weather—or perhaps because of it—only one other hiker showed up. The attractive woman, who introduced herself as Darryl, had very short, reddish-brown hair, the color of the turning leaves. Muscles rippled all over her compact body, which seemed as taut as a coiled spring. I had a feeling from the way she looked me over that I had already gained her approval.
She worked in a local insurance firm, she explained, and had founded the hiking group herself, in hopes of meeting women who shared her athletic interests.
“Well, I guess you’ll have to settle for just me,” I joked, arching my back a little so my nipples popped up like two fingertips under my top. Darryl smiled admiringly at me. What happened after that, I suppose, was inevitable.
We had hiked about a mile up the mountain when Darryl suggested we find a secluded spot and take a break. We sat, sipping from our canteens and admiring the breathtaking scenery. I slurped at my water bottle more energetically, my tongue still parched for a taste of honey.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Darryl asked, flashing me a winning smile that made my aching cunt flutter. “Makes you want to chuck it all and just get close to nature for a while,” she said, shifting her rear end enticingly. “You look like the adventurous type, Jes. There’s a great secluded trail over there. Ever take a foliage hike in the nude?”
It was really the last thing I’d expected her to suggest, but I was intrigued enough to agree. Darryl stood up and opened her backpack, her excited eyes never leaving mine, and began to strip while I stared appreciatively.
Naked, Darryl looked like one of the rugged little pine trees that stood sentry beside us. Her firm chest, chiseled legs, and triangle were all dusted with a downy mat of hair the same color as the dried needles at our feet, and her pink clit was large enough to poke through her pubes. I was secretly glad for the cue to strip myself, because the sight of her standing there like that made me remember what I had been missing.
“Be sure to watch out for brambles,” Darryl said helpfully, and the two of us set off on our naughty nature walk.
To my surprise, being naked under the clear, open sky was almost as much of a turn-on as watching Darryl stroll alongside me. The crisp, fresh air tickled my exposed cunt like playful fingers, and the sunlight glittering through the trees warmed my skin like a lover held close. Before long, my clit was so hard that it felt like I’d gotten a pebble from the trail lodged between my cunt-lips.
Finally, it was time to admit that I was no longer looking at the leaves, and I was pretty damn sure she wasn’t, either. Abruptly cutting away from the trail, I plunked myself down under a tree with my naked legs spread wide. I slipped my fingers through my wet cunt hairs and cocked my head in determination.
“So what’s the story with you?” I challenged. “Are you going to give my cunt some satisfaction, or what?” I settled my back against the birch tree, which was smooth enough that the bark didn’t bite into my bare skin.
A long moment of silence stretched between us. Then Darryl’s cherubic face broke into a wide grin. “Sure, I’d love to. Thought you’d never ask.” Without further ado, she put down her pack and got down on her knees in front of me. I moaned as she slid her fingers into my wet bush. She murmured happily as she burrowed her face between my pulsating thighs, inhaling the powerful scent of my arousal. By then, my juices were flowing so fast that the aroma filled my nostrils, too, edging out the earthier smells of the trail.
I moaned when she started circling her tongue over my aching cunt, tormenting me by lapping at only the outside of my swollen lips. Now and then the point of her tongue snaked out and brushed against my protruding clit, making me shudder so deeply that the tree swayed behind me.
I couldn’t stop myself from crying out when Darryl finally parted my cleft with her lips and burrowed her tongue deep inside my steamy folds. I moaned and hunched my hips forward, feeling her licker skid through the fluids that had gathered around my hole. It felt like my nipples had inflated to the size of pine cones from the strength of the lust flowing through me.
Meanwhile, her free hand reached to feel up my tits. I tilted my head back and gazed up at the dazzling display of colored leaves above. They seemed to contract and then blur, spinning like a kaleidoscope as my senses yielded to the waves of pleasure rolling through me. As her fingers roved over my rigid buds, pinching and twisting, I grew desperate for a feel of that hot pleasure-patch between her legs. The position we were in made it impossible for me to get at her, so I began sliding down the tree toward the ground.
Eventually I rolled into a 69 position, my arm splayed out beneath her thighs. Her wet cunt was still too far away for me to lick, but I could feel it drooling hot sauce down over my wrist. I shifted my hips a little, nudging close enough to slide my hand against her bush. I started rubbing her wet folds with my fingers and trying to slide them inside her, but every time she’d move a little, I’d lose my grip. Her elusiveness was driving me crazy, but I was careful not to move too far. After all, I had no intention of dislodging Darryl’s deliciously flicking tongue from my own cunt!
“Mmm, yeah, right there,” I moaned, as her tongue polished my pearl harder. Finally I managed to get two of my fingers on her puffy, distended clit and smiled as it palpitated to the touch. I manipulated the fine skin as Darryl lurched against me with a loud groan, allowing me access to her hot slit. My thumb slid in slightly, and then I massaged both of her erogenous zones with new mobility. I saw her nipples stiffen with each clit-stroke I landed on her most sensitive area.
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned as Darryl went to work flexing my clit back and forth with her tongue. My syrup was flowing down my legs like sap from a maple tree, and she was slurping it up as fast as it came. “I think I’m just going to come—”
“Well, we can’t let that happen yet,” she joked, attempting to protract my pleasure. I could feel the imprint of her smile against my bush as she pulled back, leaving only her lower lip melded to my clit. My cunt started doing flip-flops, trying to recapture her talented tongue.
Currents of ecstasy were racing up and down the length of my body with such ferocity that I could barely keep my balance. “Jes, put your fingers inside me deeper,” she gasped, moving her hips closer to my grip.
I hastened to comply, driving inside her with avid enthusiasm. I switched my fingers around and left my thumb on her clit while my forefinger and my middle finger glided half-way into her drenched cunt-hole. This hastened my own climax, which motivated me to push into her all the way to the ends of my fingers and then over again until my thrusts became rapid and deep. She moaned louder with each of my finger-fucks.
Darryl reciprocated, cupping my ass in her right palm and positioning her other hand to enter me. I could hear her rapid breath in my ear as she leaned in close and slid her left hand down between my legs, poking her fingers up into my wet slit.
“Mmmm, yes,” I moaned, my cunt igniting with the twin sensations of her hand and mouth rubbing it nearly raw.
While Darryl continued to tongue my clit, she pushed upward until she was rummaging around in my hole. When she’d worked up enough juice, she started stroking backward, slicking my whole crease up with that gooey cunt-sauce. Finally she parted my cleft with her thumbs, massaging the rim of my hole while she stretched it wider and settled at least three fingers against the hot opening. My whole body spasmed with excitement. Her warm, spreading fingers massaged my deepest regions. That exquisite sensation, combined with Darryl’s energetic tonguing, soon had every muscle in the lower half of my body shuddering and clenching.
I balanced myself with my arms, tilting my groin between Darryl’s rigid fingers and her thrusting tongue. I was crying out freely now, swinging back and forth on the branch while the two of us thrust and groaned and ground our sweaty flesh together under the sparkling canopy of the sun-drenched leaves. Darryl released my nipples and slid her hands down to rest on both my hips, so I went at her clit harder, stretching it out and then pushing down on it. I ground myself against her mouth as she sucked in a deep breath and dived on my pleasure-button with renewed vigor.
Before too long, I was coming—and coming hard. My hips twisted and rolled; my spasming cunt clutched at Darryl’s forceful fingering; and my clit seemed to strike sparks against her full mouth. She strained forward on her knees, pushing her face against me, riding my mound until my cunt-lips convulsed. I felt a glob of my sticky fluid roll onto her tongue, and felt her lips curve into a smile as she began sucking me dry.
At the same time I fucked her with my stiff fingers even harder until we were both coming together. Then the explosions began. I shoved harder into her face and cunt. Darryl pushed back even more intensely. We screamed and clawed at one another over and over, totally immersed in our lusty pleasures. The moment was at once endless and much too short. Finally, she nestled her head between my thighs and gasped for breath. We sat together for a long time, my thighs and torso dripped with Darryl’s sweat and my own juices.
“This has been a beautiful day,” I murmured, taking a handful of leaves and letting them drop, fluttering, over my swollen nipples. They drifted between my legs, the juice there making a few of them stick to my skin.
Darryl reached over to brush them away. As she did, she snaked her fingers through my cunt hair. “Wait till we go cross-country skiing together,” she beamed. “It just so happens that I know a great, ‘private’ trail for that, too.”