Into the Forest.
Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Zoë drove us to the state forest, about a 45-minute drive. She talked the entire time about several things, but never mentioned Chrissy I just listened and nodded a lot. As we pulled into the parking lot, she asked, "What's the temperature?"
She pushed a button on the wheel and reported, "Sixty-six. A little chilly to start. I don't think we need jackets, should we bring them in the knapsacks?"
I said, "I don't think so. It's only going to get warmer. The weather lady on channel seven said mid-eighties."
"Right. It is August after all."
As we stood before the trunk of her car, Zoë ran through a mental checklist, "We've got lunch. Some snacks. Water. First aid kit. Plenty of sunscreen for the pale brunette and redhead. Picnic quilt. Looks like we're good to go." She stripped off her running sweats to reveal some short, loose-fitting shorts that showed most of her shapely legs. She took off her jacket and shivered a little. Underneath she was wearing a yellow college t-shirt underneath. I could see a white string bikini tied at the back of her neck. Her erect nipples could be detected through the fabric. She donned a baseball cap.
I was wearing knee length shorts and a long sleeved sports shirt. I put my foot up on her bumper and put sunscreen on my calves.
Zoë came up alongside of me, "Good idea." I held out the tube of SPF 50 to her and we finished the application.
"Aren't you going to be hot in long sleeves?" She asked.
"This shirt is actually really light and designed to keep you cool. Feel."
She felt he fabric, "Like those really flimsy bikinis."
"Oh, I didn't know that. Plus, I have to keep the dermatologist at bay."
"Oh, that's right. You've had how many melanomas?"
"Three."
I put on my broad brimmed hat and tossed my windbreaker into the trunk. "Want me to carry the knapsack?"
"We have two. You take this one. It has our picnic quilt and extra water,"
Zoë handed me a second knapsack. It was fairly light.
I put the knapsack on, "Picnic quilt? You sound like a professional hiker and picnicker."
"Only the best for us."
"Very well. Then lead on, my dear colleague; because I haven't a clue where I'm going."
"Wait, first a selfie for Facebook. You can be an honorary Wood Nymph." She held out her phone and snapped a picture of the two of us. "Okay, let's go."
Zoë struck out at a leisurely pace, and I didn't have trouble keeping up on the flat terrain. I also didn't mind the view of her legs. I kept up for about 30 minutes, but as the trail began to slope upward, I started sucking wind and fell behind at least a couple of dozen yards. The trail leveled off and came out in a broad meadow. The temperature had climbed significantly. Sweat was pouring down my face and my shirt was stuck to my chest. Zoë had stopped at a park bench under some shade trees at the edge of the meadow and had set down her knapsack. As I approached, she held out an energy bar.
"Time for a break and refueling. Serious hiking takes serious refueling."
"Sounds good, Captain."
Since we were in the shade I peeled off my shirt and laid it out on the bench to dry.
Zoë said, "Oh. That's nice. I love a hairy chest."
A light breeze felt really good, cooling my skin. I sat down on the bench, stretching my arms out on top of the bench. "Serious hiking? I thought you were going to take it easy on me."
"I am, but we need to get you up to speed."
Zoë sat down next to me as I caught my breath, our legs touching. Her bare arm against the side of my sweaty torso. Her shoulder tucked in below my armpit. What a nice feeling.
She dug in the knapsack, "Here's some ibuprofen. Drink some water. You have to stay hydrated. Drink a lot of water."
"Just like survival school." I dutifully downed the pills, drank some water, and took a bite of energy bar.
"When did you have to go to survival school?" She asked.
"When I went through flight school. Learned what bugs to eat, how to stay warm and dry. That sort of stuff."
The meadow had bloomed in an assortment of wildflowers and some distant hills made an impressive picture.
I pointed at the meadow, "This is lovely."
Zoë smiled, "That's one reason why we like hiking. Plus, I like having good company." She patted my thigh.
I smiled at her, "You are wonderful company."
We sat in companionable silence for a minute or two, enjoying the cool breeze. I felt her looking at me and turned my head.
"Quinn?"
"Yes, my dear."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Ask away."
"Do you think you will ever get married again?"
"Actually, I haven't given it much thought. Why? Do you want to apply for the position?"
Zoë blushed a deep red.
I immediately felt bad for her, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
She touched my thigh again. "That's okay. It was a silly question."
"No, it wasn't. It came from a place of caring, and I was a smart ass. Let me rephrase that." I thought for a moment. "Zoë, I don't know. For me, being married is all in. It is a sacred commitment that you only take with the absolute right person."
"So how did you know when you found that person?"
"Sometimes that's just as hard. The first time for me was not the right person. The second time was. For some people they know right away. For others, they kind of settle. I think that's what I did the first time; settle."
"Thanks for that." She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek, "It's just something that I have been thinking about for a long time. Haven't found the right person and I never want to settle."
"Never a good idea. You must have had someone you were serious with over the years."
"Never the right one. So I guess what I meant to ask was: are you going to look for someone, or are you happy just being a widower? I don't think that came out right either."
"Zoë, you're fine." This time I did the touching, patting her shoulder. Her skin was silky smooth. "I don't know. I can tell you that it is very lonely in that big house. My dog kept me company while I had her, but I had to put her down back in the spring. We, humans, are social creatures. We need to be around other people. Last night I was dreading the idea of a hike, but I am so happy I came with you."
She put her opposite arm around the front of me and gave me a partial hug, her breast pressed into my side. Having my arm behind her made it easy to reciprocate, and I pulled her close. More bodily contact. My cock was stirring. Psychologists will tell you that touching is an important part of flirting. Our flirting just moved up a notch.
"Shall we get going?" Zoë said as she stood and pulled her t-shirt over her head. The string bikini that had I seen the top of was very small. It was damp with sweat, and the material clung to her breasts; her areolas visible through the material.
My jaw had dropped at the sight of that beautiful body. "Quinn, you surprise me. You look like you've never seen a woman in a bikini before," Zoë said as she handed me the sunscreen.
"I must admit it has been a while. You are beautiful."
She looked surprised, "You think I'm beautiful?"
"Zoë, you are drop dead gorgeous."
She placed her hand on my cheek. "That's sweet." She held her hand there looking into my eyes, smiling. "Could I trouble you to put some sunscreen on my back?"
She turned around. I squeezed some sunscreen into my hand and began rubbing it on her back.
"Ooh! That's cold. You've got me nipped out," she said turning around so I could see her nipples standing at attention inside her bikini.
After admiring her for a few seconds, I looked into her eyes, "Yes I have. It must be this flimsy material."
She turned around again, and I rubbed the sunscreen onto her shoulders and back.
"Make sure you get under my waistline. Otherwise I'll burn."
I slipped my fingers ever so slightly under the edge of her shorts applying the sunscreen. When I got to the horizontal string of her bikini top, I worked on either side of it.
"You need to get under the strings. I could use some help with my sides as well." Zoë reached back and released the knot on the lower string on her top. The halter still draped over her breasts. I slowly rubbed in the sunscreen on her back and then started on the sides of her torso. When my hand was at the side of her breast, she turned suddenly, and my hand was on her breast. Zoë looked back smiling.
"Make sure you get the other one too," she whispered, then pulled the top string and the halter dropped completely away. She turned to face me. "Here, you need some on your face. Maybe on your neck too," as she put both arms around my neck and started rubbing sunscreen.
I was tempted to look down at her breasts, but maintained eye contact. My hands roamed freely over her torso, her erect nipples getting their share of attention. I looked down and admired her. Even though she was 40-ish, Zoë had the pert breasts of a 20-year-old. Her breasts were about the perfect champagne glass size by my tactile estimation. Her fair complexion led to fair breasts. Her nipples and the surrounding areolas were pink; the nipples were slightly turned upward.
Just then, we heard voices coming up the trail.
Zoë reached down and grabbed her top and turned around. "Here tie the bottom."
I did as ordered while she tied the top. A quartet of hikers came out of the woods, three women and a guy.
Zoë sat back down. "Let's see which direction they go."
I put my shirt back on. I put my foot on the bench and reapplied sunscreen to my legs. As the four approached, I sat back down beside Zoë and put my arm on the bench behind her. I looked out over the meadow as Zoë watched them. They saw us and walked over; the young man must have got an eyeful when he saw Zoë's nipped bikini. He stopped and stared. His companions laughed, said hi, and pulled him along in the direction we were going.
I said, "That was an interesting reaction."
"He saw me as a possibility. The girls saw me as competition." Zoë looked over at me. "Do you think I'm a possibility?"
"Asks the woman who just had me apply sunscreen to her bare breasts."
She smiled, "I hope they don't take our picnic spot. We'll have to give them a head start. If they take the one I want, I know another one."
"It didn't look like they carried a lunch. Here stand up and let me finish your back." I finished putting on the sunscreen, but she left the bikini on. The quartet was nearly across the meadow now.
Zoë said, "That's enough time. Come on. There are some beautiful places you need to see."
We moved across the meadow, then into the trees. The shade was a relief as the temperature dropped a few degrees. Again, the pitch of the trail increased, but I kept up with Zoë a bit better this time. Perhaps she was going easy on me.
My interaction with Zoë had my mind racing. She was obviously coming on to me, dropping her top like that. What beautiful breasts! What if Zoë took this flirtation further, would that be cool? I kind of felt a commitment to Chrissy, but she really wants me to date other women, she encouraged me to have sex with Zoë. She talked about Zoë being a friend with benefits. My mind was going in countless directions.
As we crested one hill, Zoë indicated a rock outcrop where we could sit. "Drink some more water." I sat down next to her. "How are you feeling?"
"This was a timely break. This water's great." She stood in front of me, inspecting my condition. "Am I alright?"
"Just checking. You are a little flushed, but you're doing fine. Just drink the water. I don't want you to have some kind of heat sickness." She sat down next to me and again managed to have our legs touching.
"Quinn?"
"Yes, ma'am."
She hesitated.
I thought that she was going to ask me another personal question. "It's okay Zoë. Ask me anything you want. You're my friend, remember?"
She took a breath and looked at me, "Do you really think I'm pretty? You weren't just saying that to be nice?"
"Zoë, I wasn't being nice. I was being truthful. I think you are beautiful."
She stood up in front of me, her nipples prominent in her bikini. "I am 39 years old. Do you know that no one has ever told me that?"
"No one? I'm sorry. I don't believe that. Someone should have been telling you that you were beautiful every day of your life."
"Well my mom and dad did, but they're my mom and dad. Of course they tell me. You can't believe them. People tell me I cute, but cute is not pretty."
"No one else?"
"Well, I was seeing this guy Jared for about a year. It seemed the only time he told me I was pretty was when he wanted to get in my pants. He never seemed to be very sincere."
"Did you let him get in your pants?"
Zoë blushed a little, "Sometimes."
"Zoë, hopefully, you won't think I am being inappropriate, but allow me to point out exactly what makes you beautiful. Your blonde hair; your charming green eyes; your beautiful face; these incredible shapely, long legs." I pointed to her legs. "You have a lovely figure. If you don't mind me saying, your breasts took my breath away. They were so lovely." She was blushing bright red. "Plus, you are beautiful on the inside. You have a heart of gold."
Her lower lip trembled slightly. She reached out and took both of my hands in hers. Her eyes welled up. She started to say something, but no sound came forth. She brought my hands up to her lips and kissed them.
"You are going to make me cry." Zoë took a deep breath, and a change came over her. She seemed to glow with some inner happiness, maybe a bit of confidence. "You know, I probably don't need these shorts in this heat either." She undid the button and fly. The shorts dropped and revealed a white thong, bow knots at her hips. A small mons pubis stood out on the white material.
"Zoë, I'm not trying to get into your pants, or your thong."
She laughed. "I know. I just feel really comfortable around you Quinn. I feel like you will admire me and not attack me. It is exciting being admired."
"If you don't think I am a dirty old man, I would like to point out why this thong is so hot."
"Oh, please do." She stepped closer and placed her hands behind my neck.
"It's not because it is so small, although that is very hot too. It's this fabric. It's thin like my shirt. May I touch you?"
She nodded.
"When a man undresses you with his eyes, he is looking for any small detail to fill in the rest of his imagination. I can just detect that you have your pubic hair trimmed into a little runway here on top of your mons." I very slightly touched where her pubes were. "See how you can see my chest hairs with this fabric?" She nodded. "I can see your pubes the same way. Your mons is perfect. It brings just enough attention to your lady parts. And then there is the hint of labia." I touched her there and she quivered ever so slightly. "I can just make out where your labia part. Just a tiny little valley. It's the same effect up here at your nipples." I traced my finger around the edge of her areola. "Yes, your nipples are erect, but I can see the tiny little ducts on the edge of your areola. Your bikini is truly erection inducing stuff."
A tear rolled down her cheek and I wiped it away with my thumb. Zoë spoke very softly, "Your description is wetness inducing." She just looked into my eyes. I was getting the same feeling I got when I looked into Chrissie's eyes. "I feel treasured." She threw herself on me, her arms around my neck, and squeezed me tight. I returned the pressure, holding her. After a few moments, she leaned back and cupped my cheek. "Okay." She broke the gaze and took a tube of sunscreen out of her knapsack. Zoë looked into my eyes again, "Would you mind terribly? Of course, I need sunscreen on my exposed areas."
"Would I mind applying sunscreen to a beautiful, nearly naked woman? I'd be an idiot to say 'yes, I'd mind'."
Zoë smiled, handed me the SPF 50, and then placed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
"Chrissy told me once that you have gorgeous blue eyes. I never noticed before. She's right."
"Do you and Chrissy share everything?" I started spreading sunscreen.
"No. Not everything. We do share a lot though. We talk about common interests; school, hiking, and our friends. She talks about you a lot."
"Chrissy talks about me?"
"Chrissy has talked about you for years. I think Chrissy absolutely loves you. Sunscreen." I must have stopped. I squirted some more on my hand.
She said, "I hope this doesn't make you angry, but she told me about Friday evening."
"Yes. She came over and told me."
"She didn't share details. She just told me that you made love and that you were an amazing lover." I started applying sunscreen on her stomach and then on her sides. "You know she's staying with me, and she has Jackie there. Oh, wait. We're supposed to call him John now."
"Yes, she told me."
She interlaced her fingers behind my neck. "Chrissy didn't say anything to me until Sunday morning. I think she was feeling guilty, and she told me about Jack's betrayal. Then she told me that she went to ask you to go to Wendy's party. By the way, that was a fun time. Then she told me that she had made love to you. I told her I thought she was justified in making love to you." I had stopped applying sunscreen and was just looking into her eyes and listening. "She wants the Wood Nymphs to take care of you."
"Take care of me?"
"Well, not necessarily sexually like she did, although I think that could be arranged. She wants us all to help you regain your life back. You'll want to get under the strings."
"Oh, sorry." I started the application again and slipped my hand under the horizontal string of her thong, spreading the sunscreen. I moved to the center and slipped under the small white triangle. I could feel her pubes.
"Damn strings." Zoë took both hands and pulled the string on her thong. The small piece of cloth fell to the ground. As I had guessed, her very blonde pubes were trimmed into a little runway on her mons. Her vulva was clean-shaven. I had stopped rubbing and just stared.
"Is it all you imagined?"
"More." I moved my hand over her taut stomach and then down onto her pubes. "Do I detect just the slightest bit of exhibitionism here," I said while rubbing sunscreen onto her labia being careful not to get any in her cooch.
She moaned, "Maybe. Here let me turn around."
What an ass, a lovely inverted heart-shaped ass. I continued spreading the lotion.
She said, "Make sure you get all my exposed skin." Zoë bent over and put her hands on her knees.
I massaged Zoë's butt cheeks and started down along her crack. As my fingers brushed her anus she groaned and bent further, touching her toes. I rubbed her asshole again. "Hate to see you get sunburned there."
I had a wonderful view of her back toe as she looked up at me from between her legs. "Do you like what you see?"
"My dear Zoë, you are a classic beauty." I rubbed both butt cheeks with sunscreen, then I moved lower, encircling her right thigh with both hands, spreading the lotion. I moved up so that my inner hand made contact with her coochie, moisture soaking my hand. I licked some off. I did the same thing with her left thigh. "Okay, turn around."
She turned around and her trimmed coochie was in front of me.
I asked, "How much of an exhibitionist are you?"
"Oh, I'm strictly an amateur. Sometimes on a hike, I'll go topless, but only a couple times have I let people see me. Once I was with Chrissy, and we dared each other to walk past these guys topless."
I continued rubbing on sunscreen, "Chrissy said she was a closet exhibitionist. You and Chrissy I would have loved to have been there." My evil mind had a thought, "Bet you won't do it today."
"Bet I would. Matter of fact I'll hike all the way up to our picnic spot with nothing on but my hiking boots."
"Okay, that's a bet," I said, putting my hand up.
Zoë shook it and asked, "What do I win?"
"Well, it needs to be something good. Any ideas?"
"How about the loser has to do anything the winner wants for a full day."
"Okay, but I'm not fixing your roof."
She chuckled. "Oh no, nothing like that. Maybe things like laundry and cleaning house, though."
"So, I get to walk behind a naked Zoë all the way up to the picnic spot?"
"Unless I chicken out. I'm still wearing my boots."
"Of course, but I'll still have a nice view for part of the way. And the winner gets to direct the loser's activities for a whole day?"
"That's a bet."
"Okay then. Looks like you need to lose your top."
Zoë reached up and undid the string on her halter exposing her pretty breasts. She folded the two small pieces of fabric and put them into her knapsack. She put her knapsack on her back, which left her lovely ass still exposed.
"I can wear my hat, right?"
"Absolutely. It accessorizes your ensemble perfectly Dr. Maisano." She struck a modeling pose and held it for a moment. "I wish I had a camera."
"No photos! Do you want to walk with me or follow behind me?"
"I'll follow. The view from there is beautiful."
"Then follow me Dr. McMullen."
We moved out of the clearing and back onto a forest trail. Zoë kept the pace leisurely. Occasionally she would speed up just so she could turn around and wait for me. I think she really enjoyed me admiring her body.
Now my mind was working out all that Zoë told me. She knew that Chrissy and I had been lovers. Chrissy wants the Wood Nymphs to take care of me, although not necessarily sexually? That could be arranged? I wonder if they had spoken about Zoë getting involved with me sexually, friends with benefits. What was I talking about? I had just had my hands on every part of her beautiful body, every part. This was going fast.
We continued walking about another fifteen minutes. We hadn't seen anyone. Zoë had just turned around again and was waiting for me, her hands on her hips providing the full frontal view.
I felt the call of nature. "I need to return the rented coffee."
"What?"
"I need to empty my bladder."
Zoë's eyes sparkled, "Can I help?"
"That's probably fair given you are the naked one. Let's step off the trail a little." I walked about thirty paces into the woods so that a tree was between the trail and me. I set the knapsack down and turned to face Zoë. "Want to do the honors?"
She stood in front of me, unbuckled my belt and undid my fly. "Now what?"
"We now extract Mr. Penis from his hiding place. It is probably easier if you pull my skivvies down."
Zoë gingerly pulled down my boxers, and my flaccid cock made its first appearance. "Ooh, nice." She took my shaft into her hand. With her other hand she first touched my pubes, then felt my balls. Then she lightly petted the head of my cock.
"You may want to stand to the side and point me in that direction," I said pointing to the bushes.
Zoë did as directed and soon I had a decent yellow stream flowing. She started moving it from side to side. "This is fun."
"Just be careful not to get piss on yourself."
The stream of piss stopped, "Now what?"
"You need to shake it a little to make sure there's no drops of pee on the end."
She vigorously shook my cock, "Like this?"
Her shaking motion was more of a tug, it felt good, my cock stiffening slightly. "Maybe a little more. Do you see any pee dripping out?"
Zoë came around to the front of me and looked closely. "No."
"Perfect. Now we put him away."
"Do we have to?"
"Well, I'm not the one being the exhibitionist. Maybe later."
"Here help me pee."
"How?"
"Hold my hands and I'll squat."
She moved away from where we had deposited my urine. I took her hands, she spread her legs apart and squatted. Soon she had emptied her bladder. I'm pretty sure she didn't need me to hold her hands. It looked like she had done that a couple of hundred times.
We heard some voices on the trail. Zoë said, "Let's step out and give them a surprise."
I flung my knapsack onto my back and followed Zoë. A couple of women in their fifties were walking by.
Zoë waved, making sure they saw us together. "Hi there."
One woman said to the other, "We should try that. Its looks like it gets results."
Back on the trail, Zoë kept an easy pace. We had gone another ten minutes when the quartet we encountered earlier came into view.
Zoë didn't flinch as they approached. "Hi there. Nice day."
All four couldn't take their eyes from Zoë. One woman started giggling. The guy just stared open-mouthed. When he came abeam Zoë, he slowed his walking and turned to watch her pass. One of his companions, also looking at Zoë, walked right into him, both sprawling on the ground. The woman on the ground started cursing him.
I heard him say, "I can't help it. She was completely naked."
Zoë and I walked a little further on. She stopped and turned to me. I said, "That was an interesting reaction."
"It's kind of cool to see how people react."
"That gent is going to be beating his meat for a week after seeing you."
"How about you?"
"A month at least."
"Can I watch?"
"Only if you win."
"Oh, I'm winning."
We continued walking. If I were a younger man, I would have been sporting a serious erection by now. But at my age, you need your blood for other things such as moving oxygen to vital organs rather than engorging an erection. It isn't that I didn't enjoy the view. Zoë's ass was perfect. When she stood facing me, there was a nice thigh gap. The vision of naked Zoë would appear in my dreams for a long time.
She called over her shoulder, "We're almost there."
She had just completed another hurry up and wait maneuver so she could let me see what I was missing during the walk. "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"You won't think I'm a slut or something."
"I will never think you are a slut."
"Walking around naked has got me so aroused. I am so wet."
"Really?"
Zoë put her fingers into her coochie and put them in front of me. They were glistening with her juices. I grabbed her fingers and put them in my mouth, savoring the taste, licking them clean. "Oh my God, you taste wonderfully sweet. I'd like some of that for lunch."
Zoë smiled impishly, "We could arrange that."
Up ahead on the trail we heard some male voices. Zoë looked over her shoulder.
I asked, "Want to cover up?"
She looked up the trail. "Not on your life. I'm already making plans for you. We just walk on by like we were walking in the park."
"Walking naked in the park," I corrected.
We started again. About a minute later, two scrawny looking twenty-somethings came into view. The way they staggered, they were obviously either drunk, or most likely, stoned.
The lead male cried out, "Holy shit! You are my fucking dream girl!"
He lurched at Zoë with both hands extended toward her breasts.
"God damn it!" I swore, setting my knapsack down, getting ready for a fight.
I heard a squeal. In the instant I had looked away, Zoë had the punk on his face with his left arm jammed up between his shoulder blades. Her knee on the small of his back. She had slammed his face into the dirt. Blood was flowing freely from his nose.
His buddy started running back up the trail and fell as he turned to look back. I ran past Zoë and her captive and had the second kid by his collar in seconds, cinching it tight against his neck.
I dragged him to his feet. "You're going the wrong way."
A choking sound came from his throat. I grabbed him with my other hand by his belt, giving him a bit of a wedgy as I force-marched him down the trail.
Zoë said, "Didn't your mother tell you to keep your hands to yourself." She got off the first kid, pushing his face into the dirt again.
I pushed the second kid down the hill, "Boys, you just got beat up by a girl and an old man. Better get the hell out of here so you can tell your friends."
They both started running like hell.
Zoë came over to me and put her hand on my arm, "Are you okay?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing." I took a deep breath. "Except for the adrenaline rush and a racing heart, I'm fine." I sat down with my back against a tree.
She peeled off the knapsack and sat bare-assed on the ground next to me, "All that self-defense training my father gave me just took over."
"Well, you handled the situation perfectly. Before I could blink, you had that kid on his face."
She started laughing, "I was pretty good."
"Yes, you were. Remind me to never piss you off."
Zoë slapped my shoulder, "What's that about that being beat up by a girl? Do I look like a girl?"
"Absolutely not. Just bruising a fragile male ego. That wasn't a comment on you."
"Okay. Fair enough."
I asked, "So do you worry about anything crawling up your butt when you sit like that on the ground?"
"I don't know. I've never sat like this before." She got out her water bottle, took a drink, and then passed it to me. "I'm glad you made them go down the trail rather than back up. Our picnic spot is just around the corner."
"Alright. Just let my heart settle down." I took some 'deep cleansing breaths' as the Lamaze instructors used to teach. "Okay. Let's go."
Zoë was on her feet and reached out her hand to steady me as I got to mine. I wasn't exactly a model of grace. We picked up the knapsacks.
I said, "Wait, you've got something on you." I brushed some dirt off her ass. She wiggled it a little. "Did I mention that your bottom is picture perfect beautiful?"
She was beaming. Given our earlier conversation, this was probably the most anyone had ever admired her.
I waved my hand, "Lead on my dear."
We walked about another hundred yards or so and took a side path to the right. It opened into a nice meadow with wildflowers and tall grass. It gently sloped down, and at the far side, I could see a tree lined pond.
"Oh, this is beautiful Zoë."
"I was up here last week. The water is warm. We can take a dip if you'd like."
"Some skinny dipping then and now?"
Zoë smiled, "The water's great."
We set up a picnic spot under a large maple next to the pond. I spread the quilt out and Zoë knelt, unpacking the lunch. I sat down and took off my shoes and socks, rubbing my feet.
I said, "We can be like that French painting with the clothed men and a naked woman at a picnic."
"We could. But maybe you want to take a dip with me?"
"I will have to get naked, and I warn you. I am not a pretty sight."
"You are my friend and I will take you just as you are. I already saw your handsome hairy chest. I got to see your cock." She leaned over on her hands and knees and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
I reached and cupped her breast. She smiled. I stood up and pulled off my sweat soaked shirt, and then laid it out on the grass to dry.
"No laughing now." I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and dropped the zipper. I looked over at Zoë and she was intent on my crotch. She looked up and smiled.
Here goes, I thought. I grabbed my shorts and skivvies and dropped them both to my ankles.
I stepped out of the shorts spreading my arms, "Ta da!"
Zoë's mouth was open a bit; her eyes locked in on my flaccid cock.
I said, "I told you I'm scary."
"No. You're beautiful," she whispered. "Can I touch you?"
She crawled closer and knelt before me. She held my balls in one hand and petted the head with the other. I was stiffening, even before she kissed the tip.
"You're beautiful," she repeated.
"I doubt that."
She took the head of my cock in her mouth and gently sucked. Her tongue traced its way around the silky circumcision scar, then focused on the frenulum, my most sensitive spot. My erection was building. Another suck on the head. She held up her hand and I helped her to her feet. She stepped forward and placed her hands on my chest. My arms went around her waist, my erection pressed against her stomach. She asked, "Can I kiss you?"
"You don't have to ask permission."
She raised her face toward me. I bent down and touched her soft lips to mine. Her hands came up to my face as our lips parted. I gently probed into her warm mouth for her tongue, pulling her body against mine. She was petting my face. Eyes closed. Her tongue responding to mine. I got the impression that this was not something she had done often in her life, but rather was savoring the moment.
She eased the kiss and opened her eyes, "That's very nice." Then she kissed me again. This time she led with her tongue.
I broke the kiss this time, "Perhaps we should go for that swim."
Zoë looked down, took my rigid cock in her hand and looked up with a smile. "Let's get wet."
She led me though some soft grass to the water's edge. I dipped my toe in and the temperature was perfect. Holding her hand, I started wading in and the bottom dropped off quickly. I waded to my waist, then made a little dive and quickly surfaced. I was standing in shoulder deep water. Zoë dove and came up with her hair streaming behind her. With one stroke, she placed her hands on my shoulders, her face next to mine. She couldn't touch the bottom, so she wrapped her legs around my waist. I grabbed her ass with both hands. She began kissing more passionately than before, grinding her coochie into my stomach. The water put out most of the flame in my cock, but not in my heart. Finally, we broke the kiss.
Zoë kept her hands locked behind my head and leaned back. "You do have beautiful eyes Quinn."
Zoë's were an enchanting shade of green. "I think yours are pretty cool too. Here let me rub some of the sunscreen off you. I don't want a mouthful when I'm putting my mouth all over you."
"Ooh, sounds fun."
I started rubbing her torso. She let go of my neck, put her head back, and floated. Her breasts breaking the surface like tiny islands. I placed her ankles on my shoulders and rubbed up and down her legs, and then I focused on her coochie. Rubbing away any lotion.
I said, "Time for a quality check."
I pulled her legs past my cheeks, and I moved my face toward her vulva. I held her ass up as I took my tongue and ran it between her labia; her silky, wet thighs on either side of my face. My tongue probed into her cooch then flicked her clit a couple of times. I heard a moan. The problem was I couldn't taste or smell her with the water.
I raised my face out of the water. "Let me get the sunscreen off your back."
Zoë lifted her legs off my shoulders and dropped down into the water. I felt her grab my cock and then she surfaced in front of me. She placed her hands on my hips to keep from sinking. I vigorously rubbed her back, and then twirled my finger. She turned around. I cupped her breasts, gently rubbing her erect nipples between my fingers.
She had one hand on my hip with the other on my tumescent cock. "How about some lunch?"
"Are you part of the feast?"
"Yes, and you're dessert."
She swam ahead and rose out of the water. I followed her and joined her at the picnic quilt.
After a very nice lunch of sandwiches, assorted sliced veggies, and some mixed nuts, we relaxed facing each other in our naked state on the quilt. Her nipples were relaxed, and I had a nice view of Zoë's mons as she sat cross-legged in the sun dappled shade. I was stretched out on my side facing her, my cock in full view. I broached the subject of Zoë's win, "So how are you going to cash in on your bet? What are you going to have me doing?"
"So I need to come clean here. That wasn't the first time I did that. It probably wasn't a fair bet."
"Details, please. Details."
"So first some background. You know we call ourselves the 'Wood Nymphs'."
I nodded.
Zoë looked thoughtful, "Let's see. Who was there? Chrissy and me. Wendy, Vicky, and Asha. Julianne joined in July."
These are all our faculty colleagues.
She continued, "Chrissy had started calling us the Wood Nymphs during the winter, so we looked up nymphs and found paintings of naked women enticing men. Wendy started saying that we were the naked sex goddesses of the forest. Well, this gorgeous spring day the five of us were on a hike on an isolated trail up in the National Forest. Wendy brought up the idea again that we were the naked sex goddesses and that we should be naked. Vicky said 'no,' but Chrissy, Asha, and me said we would go topless for a short bit, as long as we didn't see anyone. Wendy wanted complete nudity and stripped down to nothing. It really isn't a big deal for her since she is pretty flat-chested. For Asha, that's a big deal. She's got huge boobs. The rest of us stripped to the waist and we started hiking. We went about a mile or so and didn't see anyone.
"Then Wendy dared us to get completely naked with her. Just between us, I think Wendy might be bi. She really got off with the nudity. Chrissy said 'no,' but Asha and I took off our shorts. We walked about two miles like that. It was very exciting; I got wet like today. Wendy commented on how wet I was and showed us that she was too. We eventually did see a couple of women hiking the other way, but no one else."
"Is that when you and Chrissy walked by someone topless?"
"No. That was a week or so later. We were hiking not too far from here. I brought up the idea of going topless again. Chrissy was hesitant, but when I took off my top, she joined me. We walked topless quite a while that afternoon. We heard some voices on the trail ahead. Chrissy wanted to cover up, but I dared her to walk topless with me. She went for it. There were three older guys. They were very polite. One guy said, 'Nice afternoon, ladies.' They weren't staring and ogling us like those kids today."
"I think that part of the Quinn reintroduction to society movement should be several hikes with the Wood Nymphs in their sex goddess attire."
"Just so you know, there actually aren't any male nymphs in mythology. Their equivalent is satyrs. They're the dudes that look like a goat. Traditionally, they're naked too and they love sex. They have a permanent erection."
"Well that leaves me out. No way can I have a permanent hard-on. But naked hiking with the Nymphs sounds like fun."
"So about the bet. I don't think I won fair and square."
I said, "OK, but you did win. Hell, you walked naked past three groups. Maybe there's something easier you want me to do?"
"Well let's see. Anders is getting married on Labor Day weekend." She looked very hesitant. "I could use a date? Would you like to come with me?" She looked like she was asking me to leap tall building in a single bound, that I would say 'no'. I remembered what Chrissy told me about Zoë being very vulnerable and insecure.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea."
The joy in her face was similar to that of seeing children on Christmas morning. She crawled forward and threw herself on me. "I can't wait. We'll have so much fun."
In her excitement she had pushed me onto my back. She hugged me, but she was also straddling me, her coochie on my stomach. She lowered her face to mine and gently kissed me with those soft lips. She kissed me again with slightly more force and I opened my mouth. She responded and met my tongue with hers. She placed her hands on either side of my head and I moved my hands to her breasts. I gently fondled her then circled her nipples with index fingers. She continued kissing me, wrestling my tongue, savoring the moment. By now, I had a raging hard-on.
"Can I spend some time with your cock? Did I tell you that you have a beautiful cock?"
"Yes, you may, and yes, you did."
She slid down toward my crotch, her wet coochie leaving a trail of moisture on my abdomen. The tip of my cock touched her coochie, and her eyes lit up. With my erection against my stomach, she sat erect, placed her labia on either side of my cock and smoothly humped me for several minutes, her wet coochie sliding the length of my shaft. Then she nestled between my legs.
Before she could begin I asked, "Can you bring yourself closer to me?"
Zoë moved so that she was perpendicular to me. She was on her elbows and took my cock into her hand. She was closely studying me, petting the head with her finger. "The human penis is just amazing." She took it into her mouth for a moment.
"That sounds very scientific," I responded.
"No, I'm serious." She took another suck on me. "Does being circumcised change anything?"
"I don't know. I was circumcised as a baby. I don't have any uncircumcised experience."
Zoë was slowly stroking me, my cock slick with her juices. "Ooh, what this?" Some precum had emerged. She licked the moisture away. "Oh, that's tasty." She milked me for more and took another lick. "Mmmm. That's not your semen right?"
"No. It is often referred to as pre-cum. It is a good lubricant."
Now she took me into her mouth just sucking the head, stroking my shaft with her hands. I could tell she wasn't very experienced, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm. My cock was as hard as when I was a young man as Zoë began working on me with gusto.
Since she was somewhat perpendicular to me, her coochie was within reach. I took my fingers and started running them up and down her wet labia. Within seconds, my fingers were drenched with her juices. I took my middle finger and probed her cooch as far as I could reach. I began a cycle where I started as deep as I could go, and then traced the upper wall of her cooch back to the opening. Then I ran my fingers up her labia to her clit, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger. I then reversed direction headed back to the deepest part of her coochie.
All this time, she worked my erection, we both would occasionally moan as one or the other would hit a pleasure zone. I wanted to get my mouth on her coochie; to smell her; to taste her; to make her cum; to feel her cooch contracting on my fingers. Nevertheless, my small head overrode my big head, luxuriating in the amazing effort Zoë was putting in to give me pleasure.
We had been enjoying each other for quite a while when I heard, "Shit."
"What's the matter?"
"I don't have any birth control. I can't fuck you."
"Never fear my dear. I have a vasectomy."
Zoë let out a squeal of delight and mounted me in a flash, guiding my erection into her coochie. As long as I live, there is nothing quite like your initial penetration of a woman's coochie, the warmth and wetness, the tight squeeze. She bent down and kissed me, then sat up straight and began a grinding motion with her hips. I took the hand that was wet with her juices and rubbed it on her nipples. Once they were well lubricated, I placed both hands on her breasts, kneading her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Zoë leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest, changing her motion to up and down. I leaned forward, taking turns sucking each nipple. She had positioned herself so that my cock had maximum penetration, touching her cervix. Each time I touched it, her eyes opened wide.
I placed my hands on her firm ass, "Zoë slow down, you're going to make me cum."
She smiled and did the opposite. She was practically bouncing off me. She leaned forward probing my mouth with her tongue. Her hands went to my shoulders, holding me in place with an all-out coochie assault on my cock. I could feel her vaginal muscles clenching me, electricity shooting up my cock to my spine.
Then I passed the point of no return. My back arched, and my body trembled as I came. I tightly grabbed her ass as I thrust up into her, lifting her off the ground. Zoë sat up and began the grinding motion again, but it was too much. I reached up and pulled her to me. "Easy. Easy."
"Are you okay?"
"Oh my God Zoë that was amazing, but please don't move. I'm so sensitive." I didn't feel her cooch contracting, so I knew she didn't have an orgasm. "I'm sorry that wasn't good for you."
She kissed me, then looked into my eyes, "Quinn, what are you talking about? That was incredible."
I remember that Rosalind used to say that women didn't need to have an orgasm to have an amazing time. Still, I felt badly for my lover, vowing that I had to do this again with a focus on her pleasure. Zoë placed her head on my chest, my cock still in her cooch. I stroked her hair and held her.
We both must have fallen asleep. I opened my eyes. The sun had shifted in the sky and I felt the warmth on my face. Zoë was asleep on my chest. Although my cock was flaccid, she still had me in her warm coochie. I gently stroked her hair, and I heard her moan.
Zoë petted my arm then my chest hair. "You could make a single girl wish to be married." She raised her head and placed her elbows on my chest. Her hips shifted, and I fell out of her cooch. "Ooh, I had you in there this whole time. What time is it?"
"I would guess some time after two at least."
She rolled off me and grabbed her water bottle. She took a long pull and handed it to me. The water tasted so fine. Zoë said, "We should probably be headed back. Gonna wash off first."
She quickly ran to the water and jumped in. I followed her, and she swam up and put her hands on my shoulders. Her face next to mine.
She kissed with an open mouth. "Chrissy was right. You are an amazing lover." She kissed me again. "I'd love to do this all day, but we should get going."
We were both wet. I went commando with shorts and a shirt. Zoë put on the bikini.
I asked, "Don't want to win another bet?"
"Next hike. We'll be Wood Nymphs and both go naked."
I got another wonderful show on the hike back down the trail. She stayed in the bikini all the way to my house. I loved looking at her fine, practically naked ass.
When she got to my house, she got out and put her shorts and t-shirt on. "I just realized there's a five-year old boy at my house. I have to be careful not to corrupt him."
I was going to invite her in, but Zoë gave off some vibes that she was done for the day. She kissed me for several minutes before I got out of the car, our tongues having a little wrestling match.
She winked at me, "Call me."
"Or you can come over and talk."
"That would be nice."
"Would you like to come over for dinner? Maybe Friday or Saturday?"
"I'd like that. I'll let you know."
Chapter 4.
The heat and humidity finally broke on Thursday. A cold front with summer thunderstorms passed through overnight. There was just a touch of autumn in the air. I spent the morning preparing for the coming semester, then had a nice garden salad for lunch. It was about 12:30 when I headed out. I planned to put a second coat of red paint on the section of the barn I had repaired earlier that month. I was stirring the paint at my workbench, when Chrissy drove her car into the barn.
She hopped out, "Do you mind if I close the barn door?"
"No, go ahead."
She ran around and closed the door. Then she came over to me. I stopped stirring and turned to her.
Chrissy asked, "Is hugging allowed?"
I held out my arms, "You've been hugging me for years. Of course."
Chrissy skipped into my arms. She was wearing modest jeans and a professional looking blouse. She squeezed me tight, her breasts pressing into my chest. My arms around her back returned the pressure, my hands pressing into the clasps of her bra. She had returned to her modest self.
I kissed the top of her head as I was accustomed to doing. She looked up and took my face in both hands and very lightly pressed her soft lips to mine. She held them there for several seconds. She sighed and returned her head to my chest.
She said, "Thank you for being my friend and putting up with me."
"I will gladly put up with you till my dying day."
"I gotta tell you I'm getting worried about some of the thoughts I've been having. Scary thoughts. My spirit is being crushed by a great, dark weight. To tell you the truth, coming to see you today is the only thing that got me out of bed this morning."
I kissed the top of her head again, "Christina, I think you need to talk someone. I'll give you the name of the therapist I worked with. She's expensive, but worth it. Our health insurance covers 80%. I've talked to her a lot over the past two years. If you need help, I'll pay for some of it."
She nodded, "Don't worry. I can manage it," then broke the hug, "So, what are we working on today?"
"Painting a spot on the back of the barn."
"Let me go get changed." She went over and pulled a reusable grocery bag out of the back seat of her car. "Be back in a jiff." She took off running through the side door of the barn.
I poured the paint into two smaller buckets, got out two brushes, and two step ladders. I took them around to the back and set them down. By the time I had set up, Chrissy jogged up. She wasn't even out of breath. She was wearing a white 'Property of My Cat' t-shirt. A pair of well-worn jeans accentuated her hips.
I said, "Here's the section we're painting. It's already got one coat."
"Sounds good." She placed a ladder on the right side and got to work.
Not looking at me she asked in a sing-song voice, "So how was your hike?"
I mimicked her, "I'm sure you know."
"Yes, I do, but I would like to hear about it from you."
"Zoë and I had a nice hike."
"And?"
"She embraced her inner wood nymph. She is stunningly beautiful."
Chrissy said, "I know, but she doesn't think so."
"We went swimming and had a nice lunch."
"And made love under the maples by the pond."
"Chrissy, do you know how awkward this is? Telling a woman I love dearly that I had sex with her best friend?"
"That I encouraged by the way. I think it's good for you. I think it's good for both of you. Like that Marvin Gaye song." She sang, "Sexual healing is something that's good for me."
"Sign her up for karaoke night."
Chrissy said, "Not on your life. I love you both so much. I really think she should be your friend with benefits."
"As opposed to a friend with shower benefits?"
"Sort of, but not. I saw you have a road bike in the barn. Is it rideable?"
"I can give it a tune up. What do you have in mind?"
"I need to start running again. You could pedal alongside me. Carry my water bottle."
"Like a domestique at the Tour de France?"
"Yes. Exactly. Would you do that?"
"Okay. I'll look at it tomorrow, give it a tune up. I'll be ready by tomorrow afternoon if you want to run then."
The spot we were painting was on the shady, north side of the barn. Neither of us broke a sweat.
Chrissy said, "I'm thirsty. Do you have any water down here?"
"There a bottle in on the workbench."
"Want some too?"
"Sure."
Chrissy went in and returned with the bottle, holding it up to me. She had spilt some strategically on her t-shirt so that her nipples were clearly visible.
She smiled, "Had a hole in my chin."
"Are you going to torment me like this every day?"
"Maybe not every day, but as often as possible." She returned to painting. "So, tell me about your picnic."
"Zoë had some nice sandwiches, some cut up carrots and celery, some mixed nuts. Really good."
"And then?"
"Chrissy, I'm not going to kiss and tell."
"Why not? Zoë did."
"And what did she report?"
"She told me about giving you a blow job. Exquisite detail. I could see your cock clearly in my mind's eye. It sounds like she needs some practice though."
"Are you going to coach her?"
"Actually, that's not a bad idea. Although, that would suck not being able to demonstrate for her. Zoë told me how she rode you cowgirl style. By the way, she didn't know that was a term. She told me about how she figured out how to get maximum penetration and how she made you cum. It sounds like you didn't get a chance to get her going though."
"No. She didn't give me a chance. I really wanted to taste her and smell her."
"I figured that. I didn't let on that you enjoy that."
"She's coming over for dinner this weekend. Maybe I can bring her some pleasure then."
Chrissy ran her fingers across her lips like a zipper. Her shirt had dried, but I could tell she was braless. Her natural breasts were so beautiful in the tight t-shirt.
She turned back to her work, "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"I'm really jealous that Zoë got to give you a blow job. I absolutely love giving blow jobs. Tell me if this is too much, but I love the taste of cum."
"Yeah, that's too much."
"So what. You need to know that. There is something so empowering about having a man sitting in front of me naked and placing myself between his legs. His cock there to suck on. Completely at my mercy with his cock in my mouth."
"Chrissy, if we're not going to be lovers, you probably shouldn't tell me this."
"We'll be lovers again one day. I want you to know how I'm going to suck you and make you cum for me. I love starting with a flaccid cock. Slowly licking up and down your shaft. Running my tongue around the edge of the head of your cock. Touching your sensitive skin with my soft lips. Taking you into my mouth and feeling you grow. Taking you all the way into my mouth so that my nose is buried in your pubes so I can smell you. I have this great swallowing technique that makes it feel like I'm massaging your cock in my mouth. Are you ignoring me?"
"How can I ignore this?"
"Good. I want you to think about how good I am at taking an erect cock all the way into my mouth. All the way into my throat. I'm going to love edging you. Bringing you to the brink of orgasm and then backing off. I going to love teasing you. Licking around the head of your cock. Am I making you hard right now?"
"Yes, we should change the subject."
"Not yet. Tasting your pre-cum on my tongue."
"Speaking of pre-cum, it's running down my leg."
"It's okay. This is making me so wet. I'm going to bring you to the edge of orgasm a few times, then I'm going to shove you right over. I press on that spot between your balls and your ass, massaging your prostate. Maybe put my finger into your ass and rub your prostate directly. Your orgasm is going to be so intense. I'm going to make sure you come in my mouth. I love swallowing every drop. Milking your shaft for those extra few drops. Your cum is going to taste so good. I'm salivating right now thinking about the salty, sweet taste when you fill my mouth."
Chrissy got down off the ladder, walked over and placed her hand on my budging trousers. "Good. Just the effect I was hoping for."
She poured more water on her t-shirt. "Just so you remember."
"How can I forget?"
We finished up painting and put everything away.
She asked, "What do you do with the brushes?"
"Soap and water clean-up in the mudroom."
To be continued in part 3, Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.