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Once Upon A Time
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

He sat down next to me, and brought his face close to 
mine. Our lips met, pressed together, and before too 
long, our tongues were exploring each other. I started 
to shiver as I realized what was coming, but I had no 
desire to stop it now. (MF, exh, rom, pot)

***

Even though the men at the office where I work are 
pretty good most of the time about how they treat the 
women, and I really dress very modestly, (especially 
during the time I was engaged to that guy who shall 
remain nameless,) I still feel the stares of some of 
the older men and occasionally, they might comment 
about wishing they were younger, and that they wish 
they knew then what they know now; stuff like that. I 
suppose I should take it as a compliment, but somehow I 
don't find it humorous, and it all seems so pointless, 
like, what am I going to do - wear my shortest dress 
just to keep THEM happy? I know what I've got, and I'll 
know when the time comes to give it away. 

At least, that was what I always thought...

When I woke up, that spring morning, the sun was 
already bright and the fresh breeze carried with it the 
scent of moist earth and something green. I inhaled 
deeply and felt the need to get outside and enjoy the 
morning. A walk up the hill to the fire tower in the 
State Forest seemed like a good idea.

When I'm in the woods, I feel as if I am in my element. 
I have a strong sense of sexuality outdoors, by myself 
and alone with my thoughts. Call it silly, but I tend 
to think of it as a celebration of nature; I imagine 
myself kind of like a modern day 'Queen of the Jungle.' 
I try to be smooth and quiet when I walk in the woods, 
and unencumbered. Typically, I'll wear sneakers, my 
best fitting shorts, and a tank top which is, well, a 
little snug. My shorts are, well... short. Perhaps a 3 
inch inseam, but this time, I took another neat fold, 
making them even shorter. I always wear sexy underwear 
too; this time it was the pink lace set, top and bottom 
and very, very small.

I set out in my car for the State Forest, which was not 
very far away, and thought about how much I would 
prefer spending this outdoor time with a guy who 
thought as I did about being in the woods. I parked the 
car near a trail I like and headed up the hill toward 
the fire tower. If I hurried, I would see the morning 
ground fog still in the valleys, with the sun 
highlighting the east facing slopes.

As the trail steepened, my breathing became full and 
purposeful. I could feel my heart getting a good 
workout as well. "A little sweat is good," I thought, 
and felt very balanced and strong. The lace edges 
underneath rubbed lightly, reminding me of their 
presence, and I let my mind dwell there as my body 
worked at the hill.

The trail finally broke out into a clearing, with the 
vacant ranger's cabin, an old burned out fire circle 
with a small pile of charred sticks in the middle along 
with burned up beer cans, where the high school kids 
like to party. On the other side of the clearing, was 
the fire tower. The State Environmental Agency once 
tried to keep people off it, and put a fence around the 
bottom. They finally stopped fixing the recurring cut 
in the fence when they realized that no harm would come 
to the area if they just trusted the visitors. I walked 
right up to the tower and started climbing the stairs, 
thinking about the rewarding view at the top.

I pushed open the trap door in the floor of the lookout 
hut, and took the last three steps up and into the 
little room. The wind was stronger at this height above 
the trees, and the glassless windows did not offer any 
protection. The sunlight was bright, and I hoped I 
hadn't missed the morning's magic.

"Hi, Jean," said a voice behind me. My heart, still 
pounding, gave an extra pump of surprise, and my knees 
buckled a little bit. It was James, from the office! I 
couldn't believe it!

"Where did YOU come from?" I finally managed to say.

"Slept here all night - I didn't want to miss the 
meteor shower - it was gorgeous. How did YOU get here? 
I didn't hear you coming!"

"I stay pretty quiet in the woods - sometimes I'll 
startle deer drinking in the stream, but they usually 
see me before I see them, and I just hear them crashing 
off .

I followed his eyes as he inadvertently gave me a once 
over. They paused for a split second looking at my 
breasts, and I remembered from looking in the mirror 
that the shade and outline of the low-cut bra could be 
discerned through the white tank top by an attentive 
viewer. 

His eyes quickly returned to a conversational aspect, 
but he realized that I had caught him, and he was off 
balance. James was about the nicest guy in the office, 
and one of the few men I didn't feel uncomfortable 
around. He always treated me with respect, and I never 
had the feeling that he was mentally undressing me.

"What else do you like to look at up here... besides 
meteors?" I asked, gesturing with my hand to the view 
outside, so that he wouldn't take my question the wrong 
way, but acknowledging my advantage with a smile.

"Uh...well, there's a hawk's nest that I just noticed 
last weekend," he said, pointing off into the distance 
at an outcropping of rock that fell away in a steep 
drop off on the west side of the hill.

"You're very observant," I said, realizing that once 
again, he might take it the 'wrong' way...but what of 
it if he did? I didn't mind a little kidding around as 
long as I felt in control, though I admit that is a 
little bit of a double standard. I took a few steps 
over to where he was standing and looked in the 
direction he indicated.

"And here comes Mama Hawk," I said, as a large graceful 
bird landed on the edge of the nest.

"Wait, I can't see!" he said, laughing. 

I turned, and saw that the wind had blown my hair 
across his face. Before I could do anything about it, 
though, he collected it all together, holding it like a 
bouquet of flowers in one hand.

"What do I do now?" he asked in a mock tone of 
exasperation.

I wiggled my hand into a pocket of my shorts and 
brought out the rubber band that I use to make a pony 
tail if I get too hot and want to keep my hair off the 
back of my neck. I handed it back to him, and our hands 
touched - not too long, but longer than was necessary. 
It felt warm and friendly. He doubled the rubber band 
and brought a loop of my hair through it, keeping the 
ring low enough to corral any wayward strands.

"Well," he said, "I never expected company up here, 
otherwise, I would have picked up a bit."

I looked around and saw the rumpled pile of his 
sleeping bag on a wide sturdy shelf, and in the corner, 
a half smoked joint. 

"Oops - busted!" he said.

"Again," I added.

"Pretty observant yourself," he answered.

"But you're a gentleman, at least."

"You mean I manage to hide it, that's all."

"Hey - I know I'm a woman, and thank goodness there are 
men. I just don't like being looked at like something 
hanging up in the meat market."

"Well, I couldn't help it, you know - if you dressed 
like that at work, no one would get anything done. Just 
a flurry of 'instant messages' all day long.

"Those fat old farts."

"Count me in!"

"But you're different - you're... nice." I took his 
hand in mine, suddenly realizing that he still held my 
hair, but his arm had been resting lightly on my 
shoulder, since I turned towards him. "And you better 
not dress like THAT at work either, or the rest of the 
girls will be the ones sending 'instant messages.'" 
Indeed, he was only dressed in a pair of cut-offs,- 
they were too short to roll up into neat folds like 
mine.

"Yeah, right - as if you girls look at the men the same 
way!"

"You should hear some of the conversations in the 
ladies' room. (Though actually, it was my own thoughts 
about him, now that my relationship with my fiancée had 
come to a screeching halt.)

"What do they say?"

"I promised never to tell... and are you going to keep 
the rest of that joint to yourself or am I going to 
have to turn you in?"

"THIS early in the morning?"

"OK, I'm turning you in!" and I faked a move for the 
trap door.

"Wait!" He grabbed my hand and held on. "Ok, ok - I was 
just kidding. I was just about to light up when you 
disturbed my peace and quiet."

"Well, - I can still leave."

"No, no. Here. Sit down. Since you're my guest, I'll 
light it for you."

"Some hospitality. I hope you leave some for me."

"You won't need much - I promise." And he struck a 
match, waited for the sulfur to burn off, and drew on 
the joint until the end glowed brightly.

"'ere," he said, croaking through his held breath.

I started my own draw, but it was really strong, and I 
started to choke. I grimaced, and held the joint away 
from me, shaking my head. Even so, I soon noticed the 
beginning of the familiar warm buzz behind my forehead 
and between my ears. 

"Let me breath it for you," he said. "I don't have any 
communicable diseases that I know of, and it would be a 
shame to waste the morning not getting a good buzz on."

"OK, I know what you mean." As he pulled on the smoking 
joint, I exhaled fully. Finally, he indicated that he 
was ready to share his hit with me.

Our lips touched and formed a seal. I relaxed and tried 
to time my inhaling with his letting go. It was very 
gentle and slow, and as we broke apart our lips formed 
a kiss. It was really very nice, and very, very 
pleasant. I held the hit as long as I could, then 
lifted my chin to him, signaling that now it was his 
turn to 'catch.' By the time the exchange was done, I 
felt quite giddy and warm, and not a little horny.

"Is there more where that came from?" I asked.

"Not to be a party poop, but I think you'll find that 
you've had enough to do the job." he said.

"Well," I giggled, "we could practice."

He sat down next to me, and brought his face close to 
mine. Our lips met, pressed together, and before too 
long, our tongues were exploring each other. I started 
to shiver as I realized what was coming, but I had no 
desire to stop it now. I had always had ‘interesting 
thoughts’ about James, and assumed he was "taken," but 
here we were, all alone, and I wasn't going to ask any 
questions.

Soon we were embracing, and I felt one of his hands 
start to wander. Slowly down my back, around my 
shoulder, and just barely going inside my top, touching 
the lacy shoulder strap of my bra.

"Ohhhh, that's pretty nice," he said softly.

"I wear this to work sometimes, when I'm in the mood."

"God! You'd never know."

"It's my little secret."

"So I see," he said, no longer trying to hide his gaze 
as he used his position to look down my front.

"I never knew you cared," I said.

"I sure do now!"

"This is what you get for being such a good boy."

"Oh, I'll be good - real good!"

"We'll see."

I stood up, took a few steps away from him, and, facing 
away from him, peeled off my tank top and let it slowly 
fall to the ground. I turned back towards him, and 
heard him moan "Oh my God!"

"Here," I said. "I don't want you to die of eye 
strain." My heart was pounding with excitement and 
disbelief at my own audacity. I saw his eyes rivet 
their gaze on my breasts as I stepped back towards him 
- the lacy tops of each bra cup just ringing the smooth 
mounds of my modest endowment. His hands reached for 
me, covering each breast gently, feeling me up and 
exploring the contours of my unexpected gift to him.

My hands undid the top button of my shorts and slid the 
zipper about half way down, exposing nothing but skin - 
yet. I looked at him, and nodded. "Your turn."

He stood up, with an awkward looking bulge in his 
shorts, and started to undo the top of his shorts. He 
fumbled a bit, probably out of nervousness. 

"Let me help you," I said.

I came around behind him, and put my hands on his 
stomach, lightly brushing my breasts against his back. 
I inched my hands down, undid his shorts, and let them 
fall, but kept my hands on him - now flat against his 
lower stomach - he didn't have any underwear on at all. 
I inched my fingers down to his pubic hair, and then 
held his warm penis firmly in my hand. I lightly slid 
my hand the full length up and down it. I have to say, 
it was stiff from one end to the other.

He turned towards me as I let go with my free hand, and 
his eyes went right to my own shorts.

"Well?" I asked.

He quickly slid the zipper on my shorts the rest of the 
way down, and let them fall. He gasped in amazement at 
the tiny patch of lace that made up the front of my 
panties.

"You wear THAT to work?"

"Sometimes - when I'm in the mood and thinking about 
sex."

"Oh, what I've been missing!"

"Well,... now you know."

He dropped to his knees as I released my grip on him 
and buried his nose between my legs, moaning in ecstasy 
and gently massaging my buns. I felt myself growing 
moist and warm. There was no point in trying to hide my 
own excitement. I held onto his head and pressed myself 
against his face, with his nose the focal point of my 
'love button.'

"Let's get more comfortable," I suggested after a bit, 
and we spread out his sleeping bag. I lay down first, 
stretched out and slowly raised my arms above my head 
so that I was ‘full length’ naked before his gaze 
except for the wisps of pink lace covering the 
important parts. His hungry eyes took me all in, from 
head to toe, and for once I really liked the feeling of 
the sexual vulnerability. Watching him look me all over 
made me all the more anxious to have him inside me. 

"Bring that over here," I said, nodding towards his 
obvious hard-on, drawing the crotch of my panties aside 
so that he could enter me and still enjoy the view.

"You think I'm that easy, huh?"

"I’ll bet you are," I answered.

I won’t say that he had a monster-size cock, but he was 
good and strong, and a bit larger than I expected. I 
was already moist, and said to reassure him, “I’m still 
on the pill.”

Even though there is some eroticism for the “first 
time,” there is something to be said for a couple who 
know what to do with each other for a very pleasing 
outcome. James took his time entering me and obviously 
enjoyed fucking me.....slowly. 

When he paused, either at full depth or at my entrance, 
I gave his penis some good squeezes to keep him hard. 

"Just keep doing that," he said, and held his position. 

I worked at it, tightening around his shaft and pushing 
against him, jerking him off with my vagina 
essentially. I wanted it. Bad.

I saw him grimace and tense up, and the tell-tale 
tightening of his buns told me that he was on the 
verge. I let go of him and grabbed my feet, splaying my 
legs as far apart as they would go, inviting him to 
drop his load waaay inside me. He started to thrust on 
his own now, and purposefully. A strong push at the end 
of each stroke told me that he was near to climaxing. 
His rhythm increased along with the strength of his 
thrusts, and soon he was pounding me in and out...in 
and out. He gave a low growl and pressed into me at 
full depth, pushing as deeply as he could. I felt the 
familiar pulsing of a penis inside me and I knew that I 
now owned a part of him in a very special way. 

After a bit, he slipped out of me, as docile as a lamb, 
and as limp as wet noodle, as they say.

"You will keep this a secret, won't you?" I asked.

"That depends," he said.

"Next Saturday night, at my place?" I asked.

"Mum’s the word."

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