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Three Days (MF, rom)
by d137@my-deja.com
November 1999
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The First Day
Every year we spend two weeks camping in a different place. My
husband researches a place where we can rent a cabin that is near good
fishing and is as isolated as possible. He can then fish to his heart's
content. I clean the fish and do the cooking. When the kids were
small, he'd go fishing and I'd look after them. As they grew up, we'd
spend that time exploring the area. Now that the kids have moved out,
it's just the two of us, so while he fishes, I explore on my own. He
fishes until he catches enough for our dinner, and then it's catch and
release the rest of the day. Occasionally, after a whole day of fishing
he still hasn't caught enough for dinner. On those days, we drive into
the nearest town and find a restaurant. Even though the food is often
mediocre, I kind of like it because it gives me a break from cleaning
and cooking.
This year, we had a small cabin on a hillside, not too far from
a stream reputed to have good fishing. For several days, my exploring
took a downhill direction and I gained a pretty good idea of all the
trails in that direction. Eventually, I decided to go up to the top of
the hill to see what could be seen from there. When I got to the top, I
stopped to catch my breath and enjoy the view. I could see quite a
distance, most of which was covered with trees, but with an occasional
town or isolated house. As I was looking, a flock of Canada geese
passed overhead, circled down, and then disappeared behind some trees
below and to my left. Since they didn't come back up, it meant there
was probably a lake or something there. I headed in that direction.
After a few twists and turns, I found an opening where I could sit on a
flat rock and see the small lake where the geese had landed.
In addition to the geese, there were about a dozen mallards and
what appeared to be a loon, all floating lazily in the sunshine. It all
seemed so relaxing. The flat rock I was sitting on had been warmed by
the sun and a thick growth of bushes obscured it from the path on which
I had come, so it seemed a perfect place for a little sunbathing. I
took off my t-shirt and bra, and was unlacing my hiking shoes when a
sudden motion of the birds caught my attention. The ducks and geese
were all swimming toward the end of the lake on my right, and the loon
took off, disappearing into the distance. I could see ripples coming
from the left end of the lake, but couldn't see all the way to that end
because of the trees. A moment later a man came wading into my view
from that end. I grabbed my clothes and huddled behind a bush where he
couldn't see me and peeked out at him.
He was dark haired and completely naked, his penis swaying from
side to side as he waded further into the lake, which was evidently
rather shallow at that end. He was well built, not with the bulging
muscles of a bodybuilder, but with the sleek, taut body of a runner or
swimmer. You could see the strength of his thighs as he strode into the
lake. He continued wading, moving into deeper water, until the water
level reached his hips. The he slid into the water and began a graceful
crawl that propelled him rapidly across the lake. His stroke was so
smooth and splashless that the ducks and geese simply parted to let him
pass among them. When he reached the end of the lake, he turned over
and, floating on his back, started a leisurely return.
I was entranced by this naked body, laid out before me like an
offering. It seemed so erotic. His hips were submerged but the
bouyancy of the water raised his penis straight up, almost pointing at
me. Without conscious effort, my hand, which had been covering my
breasts from the moment I had hidden, began to caress my nipple. As I
became aware of it, it occurred to me that this was a lovely place to
play with myself - the sunlight warming me on a lazy day and a naked,
attractive man stretched out for me to gaze at. With my other hand, I
unbuttoned my jeans and found my clitoris.
I rubbed and massaged myself as he drifted in front of me. I
would have liked to have stretched out to feel the breeze, but stayed in
my crouching position so he wouldn't see me. When I came, I stiffled
the noises that I normally would have emitted.
By now, he had drifted back to my left. As I crouched there
panting, he rolled over and began his crawl again. I slipped back into
the woods, pulled up and buttoned my pants, put my bra and t-shirt back
on, and headed for home.
All evening, as I cleaned and cooked my husband's catch and
listened to his fish stories, I kept wondering whether the man I had
seen was staying near the lake or was a passing hiker who just happened
to stop there to take a dip. I knew I would go back the next day to see
if he was there again, and I knew that I shouldn't.
The Second Day
The next day, I headed up over the top of the hill and down to
my flat rock. All the way there, I kept telling myself I shouldn't go
back and answering that I just wanted a quick peek and then I'd go
somewhere else. I reached the rock and crouched down behind a bush.
There was the lake, with the ducks and geese there again, but no sign of
the loon. Nor was the man there. I decided to wait, no more than 10
minutes, and had just moved into a more comfortable crouch when I
sensed, rather than heard, something behind me. I looked over my
shoulder and there he stood, not six feet from where I crouched. The
shock made me lose my balance and I would have tumbled down the hill if
I hadn't grabbed a branch of the bush. It took me a moment or two to
regain my balance and then I clumsily managed to stand up and turn to
him.
"You startled me."
He stood there, wearing only torn off shorts and sandals, his
body dappled with sunlight through the leaves. His eyes, so dark his
irises seemed to merge with his pupils, seemed to bore into me. Neither
smiling nor frowning, he stared at me for what seemed like minutes and
then finally uttered one word.
"Come!" With that he turned and walked away.
It was like his eyes had somehow implanted magnets into me. As
he walked away, I felt pulled by his presence and found myself
unwittingly following him down the hill. I neither questioned what I
was doing nor even was aware that I was doing anything odd. After a
short walk we came to a grassy clearing that ran from a small cabin down
to the lake. This was evidently where he had entered the lake when I
first saw him.
He walked down to the edge of the lake, turned and faced me,
and without hesitating stepped out of his sandals and shorts.
Completely nude, he stared at me. A vibrancy ran through my body. It
was clear that he was waiting for me to undress. It seemed the most
natural thing for me to take off my clothes. He stood there watching as
I removed by t-shirt and bra, and then sat down to take off my hiking
shoes and socks. I stood up again and as I lowered my jeans and panties
he turned and stepped into the water.
A moment later I followed him and we waded into the lake. Like
any mountain lake, the water was very cold, but the shivers that ran
through my body as we made our way into deeper water had nothing to do
with the temperature. As on the preceding day, when the water was up to
his hips, he began swimming. I followed a moment later, although my
clumsy stroke could not match the way he slid smoothly through the
water, as if he were some kind of animal, an otter perhaps, born to
glide through water.
We swam toward the opposite end of the lake, the birds again
simply gliding away from him, although when I approached they scurried
away from me more nervously. His stroke, so much stronger and more
efficient than mine, would open a gap between us, but he would turn and
wait for me until I almost closed the gap. Then he was off again. When
we were almost at the opposite side of the lake, he stopped. I
eventually caught up to him - panting, showing my lack of fitness for
serious swimming. As on the previous day, he turned on his back and
started floating, paddling just enough with his hands to keep him moving
back toward where we had entered the lake. I imitated his movements,
relaxing finally as we slowly made our way. We paddled side by side. I
was overcome by a feeling of elation as I floated next to this complete
stranger, both of us naked, the sun warming our bodies in the cool
water.
After drifting most of the way across the lake, we repeated the
process, swimming one way, floating the other, for what seemed like
hours. Finally, back near our starting point, he stood up and waited
for me to join him. Together we waded out of the water. I was struck
by the fact that his penis hardly seemed to have shrunk at all. After
swimming, especially in cold water, my husband's would shrink until it
barely peeked out from his pubic hair, looking like a mushroom in the
grass.
When we got to the shore, he strode over to a tree. I saw that
he had previously placed two towels over a branch. He had somehow known
that I would come back and would follow him down to the lake and into
the water!
He threw me a towel and together we dried off and got dressed.
As I returned the towel to him, he said only his second word to me.
"Tomorrow!" And with that, he turned and headed up to his
cabin.
All that evening, as I cooked and ate the dinner, all I could
think was that I couldn't go back tomorrow. Yet I kept hearing that one
word over and over again, like a command, "Tomorrow!"
The Third Day
I did go back the next day. I didn't even look when I got near
the flat rock, but continued walking down to the grassy clearing where I
found him naked, waiting for me. I quickly undressed and we waded into
the lake together toward the birds. The geese and ducks seemed to know
we were coming, the loon had not returned.
This time, however, after we had swum to the center of the
lake, he did not continue across, but began swimming in large circles
around me. As I continued swimming toward the other side, he headed me
off, changing my direction by swimming in front of me. He swam in
smaller and smaller circles, gliding around me with his smooth stroke,
and seemed to be herding me back in the direction from which we had
come, back toward the grassy clearing. He guided my direction as a
sheep dog herds a flock of sheep, but it wasn't the fear that the sheep
feel that made me change direction. Rather, it was an erotic tingle
that surged through me as I obeyed his unspoken commands.
Slowly we headed back, with him coming closer and closer to me.
At times I could almost feel him touch me. As we neared the shore, he
made me come to a stop. I tried to tread water and found I could stand
with my head and shoulders out of the water. I stood there with my legs
spread for balance when suddenly he dove down and darted between my
legs. Did he touch me or was it only the rush of water that I felt
across my labia as he slid between my legs?
He repeated this several times, and each time I felt the gentle
brush of him or the water across me and I realized I was becoming highly
aroused. Finally, he stood up in front of me and, backing out of the
water, gestured for me to come with him. I could not have disobeyed
that gesture if I had wanted to. When we reached the grassy clearing,
he again threw me a towel, but this time he kept me from the spot where
I had left my clothes. Once we were both dry, he stood in front of me
and, staring at me with those dark, penetrating eyes, he gestured
downward. It seemed clear that I was to kneel and I did so.
Then, backing away, with more gestures he induced me to bend
over, so that I was on all fours. Waving me forward toward him as he
receded, he had me crawl for about five feet or so. Then, he gestured
with an open palm and said only his third word to me. Like the first
two, it was a command:
"Stay!" as you would say when commanding a dog. I obeyed, as I
had with his first two commands. I stayed while he retreated into the
woods. I didn't dare move.
A few minutes later he returned, crawling on all fours. He
circled around me slowly and then approached me head on until our noses
were almost touching. He sniffed at me and then crawled along side of
me, sniffing as he went. When he passed my feet, he began sniffing my
haunches. He turned and, crawling between my hind legs, which he spread
with his front paws (as it seemed), he began sniffing first my buttocks,
then my anus, then my vulva. Holding my position on my hands and knees,
I turned my head to look at him. His penis, which had been hanging down
between his legs, was now erect, running along his tight abdomen, almost
parallel to the ground.
He continued sniffing my vulva, brushing it, almost pushing his
nose between my labia, as if I were a bitch in heat. As, indeed, I was!
Then, I felt his tongue on my labia and it was like an electric shock
starting in my vagina and expanding throughout my body. My nipples
tingled, although my breasts, which hung down from me in this position,
were untouched. I rocked back on my knees to try to capture his tongue
within me.
And then he mounted me. He climbed on my back, supporting
himself with his front legs on either side of me, and I could feel his
hard penis probing at my labia. I had, by this time, secreted so much
liquid that the tip of his penis easily slid into me. He paused for a
moment and then began a slow humping, sliding his penis further into me
with each thrust. Pushing harder and harder, he gripped my sides with
his forelegs as he drove his penis all the way into me. I strained
backward to receive as much of him as I could. Looking between my legs,
I could see his testicles hanging there and I wanted to suck them into
me. Thrust after thrust, he drove into me. He began to pant, and I
found myself panting in chorus with him. Then, as I started to come, he
gave one last thrust and began to howl. His cry echoed from the hills
as his semen spurted into me, and I shivered as shock wave after shock
wave surged through my body.
The thrusting stopped and we remained quietly panting and
locked together. Finally, he withdrew and crawled off into the woods.
I held the position, still obeying his "Stay" command, unable
to move. He didn't reappear, but still I remained in the "Stay"
position, his semen leaking out of me and down my legs. Then, I heard
the cry of a loon and saw it glide by me into the lake. Somehow, that
released me and I could move.
Slowly, gingerly, I rose. I walked back into the water to
wash myself, scrubbing the now dried semen off. Then I returned and
dried myself with a towel that he had left hanging on a branch. I
dressed and left without seeing him again.
I got back to our cabin only a few minutes before my husband
returned from fishing. Over dinner, after fussing about how hundreds of
fish in the lake somehow almost managed to elude him, he eventually
asked me how I had spent my day.
"Oh, I went exploring and found a little lake with geese and
ducks in it." Perhaps my voice didn't go down enough at the end of the
sentence, perhaps there was an extra breath there, somehow he knew there
was more to it than that.
"And...?"
"Well, it was such a nice day that I went skinny dipping," I
said, not wanting to lie but not anxious to tell him the whole story.
"Yeah, this place is so isolated I guess you could skinny dip
without worry." Would he pursue it, I wondered as he chewed on his
meal.
"I couldn't believe how many fish there were in that stream. I
could see them all over......" and off he went with his fish story.
THE END
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