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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." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 56