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 ï>¿Natural Exposure by Maydaypilot

   Natural Exposure Ch.  01

   Sarah Nygaard was 38 when she first shed clothes walking in the woods.
It wasn't something she thought of doing before that day but was so
liberating that afterwards she wondered how she'd kept from doing it
before.

   She was by herself at the family cabin on Lake Superior and decided to
walk the neighbor's trails in the afternoon.  Miles of trails wound through
Nick Halvorson's woods and he said they were always welcome to walk them.
None of his 1500 acres was posted but he told them he'd never encountered
another person on his land.  She felt like she was the only human walking
in the northern forest.  The summer air felt exquisite.  She impulsively
pulled her shirt off over her head to feel the air directly on her skin. 
It was glorious to walk in just her sports bra and hiking shorts.  She was
a prisoner walking into freedom.

   Thirty steps further she was carrying her bra in the same hand as her
shirt.  Naked from the waste up.

   The sounds of the forest poured into her consciousness.  There were
songbirds and a chattering red squirrel and a myriad of sounds from the
undergrowth.  A bee lazily buzzed by and she heard the scree of an eagle
circling high above.  There was a breeze hushing through the leaves and
brushing her skin.  The exposure of her breasts heightened all her senses,
and magnified the sensitivity of her nipples most of all.

   She'd always been trim and fit.  Being a yoga instructor kept her that
way, but she was a C cup and her tits bounced.  They weren't as high and
firm after 3 kids, but she was proud of her shape and enjoyed their
feminine softness.  Now their jiggling made her feel like a woodland nymph
and - she realized then - a stimulated nymph.  Even covered in panties and
shorts, her pussy became as alive as the woods.  She was awed by the
growing wetness between her legs.

   She stopped and stood with her eyes closed.  Immersed in this living
forest.  She was floating in a sea of sounds and sensations.  Her free hand
idly cupped a breast and squeezed.  She touched a nipple, flicking and
teasing before rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.  A moan rose in
her throat when she tentatively squeezed the stiffening nub but it only
deepened the vague ache within her.  The ache spread through her body until
she gently pinched.  She swayed as a wave of pleasure washed through her.
She dropped the clothes in her other hand so she could cup both tits.  She
fondled their give.

   The moment was surreal.  Standing half naked.  Exposed to the entire
forest.  Fondling herself.  But it wasn't her.  The moment was caressing
her soft flesh.  Freedom was finding her there, like that, and fondling
her. The gentle breeze brushed her stomach and across her breasts.  Life's
grip held her immobile as the air licked at her nipples.

   One of Sarah's graceful hands slid down her stomach into her shorts
where the heat and wetness were finger magnets.  Her fingers danced through
her curly pubes to the source of her ache.  She briefly fingered her clit
before the need for penetration sucked her entire middle finger into her
molten pussy.  She kegel squeezed the lucky finger.  She curled it to rub
the front of her tunnel and gasped again when she added a second finger and
then a third and squeezed them.  She rubbed her clit with her thumb as her
wet fingers worked her slit.  She wished the waist of her shorts was opened
to allow better access but couldn't stop to do even that much as she
frantically squeezed her tit and frigged herself.  Maybe her fingers were
fucking her pussy and maybe her pussy was fucking her hand but the wet
sounds and gyrating motions made it clear there was fucking going on and
Sarah was mindless of where she was or who she was or whether she had a
will apart from her hand and her sex.  Her eyes stayed shut and her head
rolled back and she frigged and fucked and squeezed and pinched and gasped
air through an open mouth.  She surrendered.  She let her desperate need
hand fuck her pussy so vigorously that she shuddered with her thrusts and
she didn't let up and she didn't think and she didn't care and she wasn't
going to stop.  Her body clenched when the orgasm burst within and then
shook as it tore unstoppably through her.  It escaped her open mouth as a
shrieking cry that pierced the woods.  A wild call of desperation and
surrender.  And triumph.

   The sound of her orgasm drifted through the trees.  It brushed past pine
needles and leaves and grasses and butterflies.  It was heard by rabbit
ears, and deer and birds and bears and others.  It floated to the cabin,
and the neighbor's cabin in the other direction.

   Sarah opened her eyes.  Oh my God.  What...?  She wondered how she'd
kept from falling when she climaxed so violently.  It happened so quickly.
She slowly withdrew her triumphant fingers from her sopping pussy.  She
released her tender tit.  Oh my God, she thought again as she looked all
around her.  She felt like a child caught playing with something forbidden.
She realized how badly she needed that surprising orgasm as she curiously
sniffed her glistening fingers.  She looked around again, then licked them,
and finally closed her eyes and slid them into her mouth.  She softly
sucked her juices in this once again peaceful forest.

   *****

   She felt dreamy later, sitting on the deck with a glass of wine.  She
wondered what had come over her.  It seemed so surreal now that she
questioned if it really happened - but she could feel it had.  She was raw
and probably bruised - but not too raw.  Remembering the intensity of her
quick orgasm she was tempted to go again when her cell phone chimed.  Her
father.

   "Hi sweetie" he said in the calming voice that anchored her life, the
voice that always made her feel everything would be ok.  Even still, when
she was a parent of teenagers.  "Is everything alright?"

   "Sure Dad."

   "Good.  I was talking with Nick a few minutes ago and he asked me if
anyone was up there.  He said he was outside with his dogs when he heard a
strange sound.  It was distant but generally came from the direction of our
cabin."

   "He called you to tell you that" she asked?

   "No.  I called him to talk about next weekend when he mentioned it. 
When I told him you were up there alone he said he'd check on you.  He
might call but more likely he'll walk over."

   "You're both aware I'm a 38 year old mother, right?" "Did I mention my
oldest son is in college now?" she added, jesting not quite sarcastically.

   "I know sweetie," he said apologetically, "but we're both old school. 
Anyway, don't be surprised if he comes over and enjoy the rest of the
weekend.  Gotta go."

   "Bye Dad."

   *****

   Ten minutes later Sarah was looking out over Lake Superior when she was
startled by two large yellow labs charging up the steps to greet her on the
deck.  Nick and his dogs had materialized from the woods.  It was always
like that.  She never heard them coming or watched them approach - they
just appeared.

   "Hi Sarah" Nick said with a warm smile as Sarah showered Sam and Sun
with affection.

   "Hey Nick" she responded.  "Whose big girls are you" she kidded the dogs
as she vigorously ruffled their ears.  They were all over her.  She smiled
at Nick.  "Dad said you might stop over."

   He fell into a deck chair and looked out over the lake.  "I'll never
tire of our view up here" he said, then turned his gaze to her.  "I heard a
strange sound in the woods so I thought I'd check on you.  No one else for
miles?" He increased the wattage of his incredible smile "But I see
everything's OK here.  You look more content than I've ever seen you?" His
eyebrows raised questioningly.

   Sarah struggled to keep the blush from her cheeks.  "What did you hear?"

   Nick looked into the woods like he could see what he'd heard.  "Well, it
was wild but not any animal call I know.  My first thought was that it was
human?" He turned his gaze on her, looking into her as he always did.  "It
sounded out of place in the woods but also sounded like it belonged?" He
grew animated.  "I've never heard anything so wild.  We would have looked
for it but didn't hear the call again."

   Sarah shifted uncomfortably with the image of him and his dogs
discovering her if they'd come looking.  She felt warm.

   "You didn't hear it?" He asked.

   She shook her head "no" but didn't say anything.  When he looked back
out over the lake she studied him.  Halfway between her age and her
father's, handsome, sexy for an old guy - it was the eyes and that smile -
rich, accomplished.  He ran a couple companies but spent half his time up
here year 'round.  Hours in the woods with his dogs or working on his
trails or working on 'whatever' outside had weathered him.  He looked like
he'd always been up here, like he belonged.  On first meeting, you knew he
was comfortable in his skin and unconcerned with the judgement of others.

   Their eyes met when he looked back at her.  Yes, Sarah thought, sexy for
an old guy.  She wondered if he affected other women the way he did her. 
Yes.  She wondered if he was aware of his affect.  Probably not?

   "Sarah, what are you doing for dinner?"

   "Oh" she blurted.  "I forgot to take it out of the freezer to thaw."

   "Good" He proclaimed.  "I'm grilling chicken.  I have a couple new rubs
to try and need the appraisal of your discerning palate." He stood up. 
"This evening's entree will be served with pan fried potatoes, a salad and
fresh bread" he said with mock formality.  "We'll choose the rubs when you
come over."

   "That sounds great" Sarah said.  "I didn't realize until just now how
hungry I am." It's the fresh air, she thought, and what I...

   "Perfect.  Give me an hour to feed these beasts, get cleaned up and get
things started?" He asked.

   "OK.  What should I bring?"

   "Got it covered" he said.  "Just bring yourself and everything will be
perfect." He turned to leave and the dogs were instantly in front of him as
they started on the path between their cabins.

   After he left Sarah felt even dreamier.

   *****

   Walking back Nick was surprised how much he was looking forward to
dinner.  It wasn't that he'd have company - he often preferred the dogs as
his only company.  He was looking forward to an uninterrupted visit with
Sarah.  Most of their visits were in the company of his wife and her
family. Her father Dan called earlier to suggest such a visit the following
weekend.  It was set.  Nick realized he was looking forward to this evening
in a different way.  He wasn't going to visit with Sarah who is Dan's
daughter or Tim's wife or those teenager's mom.  He was going to have
dinner with Sarah, the woman.

   Deciding he had time for a quick swim Nick snuck out the side door while
the dogs were eating.  He was wearing a ball cap, T-shirt, trunks and water
shoes as he took the path down to the lake.  His lodge and Nygaard's cabins
were a quarter mile apart on rock outcroppings overlooking the lake.  There
wasn't another structure for miles in any direction.  While most of Nicks
3400' of frontage was rock right to the water's edge there was also a
secluded beach in a cove.  For access to the beach Nick cut a path
alongside a winding intermittent creek.  Over thousands of years the creek
eroded its way into the rock, establishing a more gradual drop to lake
level.

   Arriving on the beach, Nick looked both ways to make sure Sarah hadn't
also walked down there.  When he saw he was alone he stripped and quickly
strode into the always icy lake.  Just past knee deep he couldn't take the
gradual entry and shallow dove into the painfully cold water.  The shock
stole his breath and he gasped when his head emerged.  It was early summer
so even the shore-side water hadn't warmed to swimmable temps yet.  Nick
was compelled to be in it anyway, even if only for a few minutes.

   He needed the elemental reality of immersion in this giant body of fresh
water.  All of him open to the icy sting and exposed to the lake's reality.
Diving naked into unstoppable natural power.  The power to snap a thousand
foot ore carrier in two and drop the pieces into unspeakable depths.  Even
floating on its gentlest swells, the size of this lake was unmistakable,
and sensual.

   Nick soon emerged in a flurry with ice water streaming from him.  He
snatched his clothes in one hand as he trotted naked up the trail to his
lodge and his glorious outdoor shower.  In his haste he kept his focus on
the trail before him.  He didn't see Sarah coming down the side trail from
her cabin to his.

   Sarah almost yelped in surprise when Nick suddenly came off the beach
trail and jogged onto the same trail she was on.  He never glanced her
direction as he turned towards his place.  Jogging naked and dripping
through the woods makes him look younger, she thought.  It was the 'boy in
the man' running free.  She almost gave in to a mischievous urge to call
out to him, but stifled it and smiled.

   Realizing why he'd asked her to give him an hour before coming over, she
turned to go back but then changed her mind.  A thought formed, He's got a
great ass - for an old guy.  She decided to keep going towards his place,
but wasn't sure why and didn't know what she expected or even what she
wanted.  Curious?  What am I doing?  She'd go slowly to figure it out.

   As expected, the dogs were barking the roof off when Nick turned on the
outdoor shower.  They knew where he'd gone - without them - and watched him
coming back and heard where he was now.  He knew they were standing on his
bed on the 4 season sleeping porch, almost right above the shower.  They
settled down when they heard the shower start.

   In seconds he was in a deluge of water as hot as he could stand.  It
tingled almost painfully on his lake frosted skin.  He luxuriated in the
contrast from the cold of the lake.  He was exhilarated by the breeze on
his body, and the exposure of the shower, and the sunshine sparkling in the
streams of water and the sounds of the forest around him.  Nick showered
outside most of the year up here - in rain and warming sun and snow storms.
Dramatically different weather conditions only heightened the reality of
exposure to nature.  They each offered a singular joy.  Even freezing rain.

   Working shampoo into his hair he realized the dogs were barking again?
Something was setting them off.  He listened for the sound of a vehicle
coming down the mile and a half drive or his cell buzzing or something. 
There was nothing.  They must be seeing something, he thought.  As he
turned in the water stream his eyes scanned the forest for anything out of
place.  And there was something.  A glint off something that shouldn't be
there.  He kept his scan moving to conceal his discovery.  He kept turning.

   It had to be Sarah.  There was no one else?  She was watching him
shower. He felt the sudden rush of blood to his groin.  Jesus Nick!  But
his ball-sack constricted with the thought she was watching him.  He'd
worked up a copious soap lather in his hands and started applying it to his
naked body.

   Sarah couldn't pull her eyes away.  Unlike her husband, Nick had grown
leaner with age.  Angular and sinewy.  She was spellbound as his soapy
hands circled down his front towards his sex.  She held her breath as he
soaped his heavy balls in both hands.  Jesus, he's caressing them.  His
still flaccid cock was flopping in front of the action.  It was growing.

   Nick could feel her eyes on him as he soaped his balls.  He could feel
the weight of blood rushing into his cock.  What are you doing?  He started
to soap-stroke himself.  Longer than average.  The rush of incoming blood
soon revealed his impressive girth.

   Sarah had often noticed how large his weathered hands were.  Her eyes
widened when she saw his right hand couldn't close around the thick shaft.
Jesus.  It continued thickening as she watched.  Sunlight sparkled in the
water streaming down his chest.

   Nick worked up a new soap lather in his hands.  He cupped his balls with
one hand and stroked his cock with the other.  In a few strokes his cock
felt thicker and stiffer than it ever had.  Stop it!  As thick as the shaft
was it was dwarfed by his bulbous glans head.  He caressingly soaped the
smooth head.  He wished she was close enough that he could see her eyes. 
This is obscene!  He could feel the full weight of his cock now.  It stood
proud in the sun and water.  It angled up and swung when he moved his hips.
Ready.  The air was charged with sexual energy.

   Sarah was possessed by the energy.  She felt bidden.  She wanted to walk
into the open and strip as she approached him.  Naked when she reached him
she wanted to stand in the water stream, no words.  She wanted to take his
cock in her hand.  She wanted to kneel as she looked up through the sunlit
water and watch his eyes as she licked the smooth head.  She wanted to
stretch her mouth to encircle his plum head and lick the pre-cum from his
slit and grab his ass and encourage him to shove his cock to the back of
her mouth, to her throat.  She wanted him to grab hold of her hair and fuck
her throat.  In the sun sparkled water stream.  No words.

   Nick wanted to look directly at her.  He wanted to reveal he knew she
was there.  No.  He wanted to beckon to her.  When he thought about holding
her naked body against him in the shower his cock became so stiff it hurt.
He was shocked that lust could make him so reckless.  I need to stop while
I can.

   She wanted him to interrupt her sucking and pull her roughly to her feet
and turn her back against his chest.  She imagined him squeezing her tits
possessively in the stream of water and bending her over from the waist. 
She wanted to feel his raw need.  That huge head would slide against her
slick opening as he coated himself in her juices.  She would brace herself
as he pressed against her and her lips stretched for him and he grabbed her
hips and savagely pulled her onto his cock in one huge impaling thrust. 
Her cry when his glans slammed into her cervix would make the one in the
woods seem like a whisper.

   I don't care, she thought.  I need this.  Her legs were starting to move
but her feet hadn't when he suddenly turned off the shower.  She almost
called out.

   He shook himself out of his trance.  He quickly went up the steps to the
deck and through the door into his sleeping porch.  Inside, he shook his
head and desperately looked around him.  Familiar surroundings.  He
centered himself in the normal boundaries of his life.

   What just happened?

   Sarah walked back to her cabin on trembling legs.

   *****

   Back on her deck, she didn't know what to do.  She sat there almost an
hour.  I can't go back there.  She looked at her cell.  I can't face him.
When she walked inside, the cabin phone rang.  "Hello" she answered.

   "Hey Sarah, its Nick." His tone was natural.  Maybe he didn't see me? 
"I just started the charcoal and wanted to make sure you hadn't fallen
asleep?"

   "Just leaving" she replied.  "See you in a bit." She bit her lip and
steeled herself and walked quietly to Nick's.

   *****

   They decided together which rubs to try on the chicken.  The potatoes
were frying in a cast iron skillet with onion and green pepper and he'd
just taken the bread out of the oven.  "Chardonnay or Malbec?" he asked
holding up a red and a white.

   "What are you having" she asked?

   "Malbec.  I think the perfect pairing is the wine you prefer to have,
whatever you're eating." He said with an easy smile.  "Same as choosing
your dining companion." He added more softly.  He was surprised he said
that last out loud.

   The meaning of his words was right there.  It was in the room with them.
He chose her.  It wasn't happenstance or serendipity.  He'd chosen to enjoy
her flavor.  "Yes" she stammered, "Malbec for me too."

   And over the next few hours she felt chosen.  He drank of her.  It felt
unfamiliar to her, and uncommonly enjoyable.  She basked in his attention.
They both glowed all evening.  The primal sexual pull they'd experienced
together was there - real as life - but hidden now by normalcy.  It was
present like a sexual organ unmistakably ready for coitus - but clothed.

   They talked about his trails.  He'd cut over 6 miles of meandering
trails through his woods.  Because guests got turned around and lost he'd
put up wooden signs at most intersections.  The trails had names.  He even
had copies of a hand drawn map and gave her one.

   She told him about her work as a yoga and Pilates instructor.  When the
studio was for sale her Dad and her husband Tim had encouraged her to buy
it.  She didn't.  She valued the freedom of being an untethered instructor,
knowing she could leave if she wanted.  Now that her oldest son was in
college and the twins were seniors in high school she savored having
diminished responsibilities.

   When they knew it was time he said "We'll walk you back." Sam and Sun
were instantly on their feet.  I sound like a teen on a date, he thought.
Feel like one too.

   "You don't have to."

   "Nonsense.  It's getting dark.  Besides, they're already counting on
it," he said gesturing at the excited dogs.

   Their path took them past his outdoor shower.  "You should try this
shower" he said.  "One point eight to build this lodge and a crude outdoor
shower I added myself is my favorite part.  Well...this and the stone and
the logs and the windows" he said with a laugh.  "I miss it the few months
that bitter cold drives me indoors."

   "How much of the year do you use it?" she asked.

   "The only months I've never used it in are January and February, but
it's not very normal in December or March either."

   "You're not very normal", she said with a laugh.

   "I suppose.  Anyway, I'm leaving early in the morning and you'll be up
for two more days?"

   She nodded.

   "So give it a try."

   They were quiet the rest of the way down the path.  It was awkward when
they emerged at her cabin.  They stood a few feet apart, facing each other.

   She wanted him to kiss her.  She wanted him to take her in his arms.

   "You have no idea how beautiful you are." He said.

   When she looked down, hoping the dim light hid her blush, he closed the
gap between them.  He raised her chin with his hand and kissed her.  Her
lips parted enough for his tongue to slide into her.  Her tongue lustfully
greeted his.  The passion of their kiss mushroomed and their arms wrapped
around each other and his hand slid to her lower back and pressed her sex
against his and they ground their bodies together and their heat was
consuming them - when he suddenly stepped back.

   "I'm sorry" he said.  "I shouldn't have..." He turned and disappeared.
Swallowed by the woods, with the dogs in front of him.

   Her hand was at her mouth.  She was shaking.

   *****

   Shouldn't have stopped...

   *****

   Natural Exposure Ch.  02

   The exposure grows more daring - and satisfying - and witnessed.

   * * * * *

   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.

   * * * * *

   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...

   * * * * *

   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.

   * * * * *

   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.

   * * * * *

   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?

   * * * * *

   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.

   * * * * *

   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.

   * * * * *

   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 risquÃ(C) 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.

   * * * * *

   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 fiancÃ(C) 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.

   * * * * *

   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.
   * * * * *