The material written is not for anyone under 18 years of age. I understand the need for release just as much as the next person...but wait until you are older.
I would like to start off by saying that this is the first time I have ever written anything purely for pleasure, and I'm sure that you all will forgive me if the grammar isn't quite what it is supposed to be. Being an English major doesn't make you a better writer, it just helps with the flow of the story, which right now I am still concocting in my slower, yet intelligent mind. But it goes something like this...
Changed Forever
By
Lasquared
It was summer afternoon, and the forest rumbled through her mind outside of her tent. Things just seemed to happen this time of year; the ungodly heat, humidity, and lack of rain made it hard to sleep. Reaching for the pair of shed boxers she'd been wearing the previous night, and the pair of tennis shoes from outside the tent, she slowly got dressed for another day at the campsite.
She made random long trips like this often, and was always prepared for anything that would come up in the woods. Extra batteries and matches, a few boxed meals and ramen noodles for when there was little money saved up. Then for a week, sometimes a month, she would set off for a magical adventure of discovering herself and getting some much needed rest and relaxation.
The coals, still hot from the night's fire, seemed to call to her. She needed more wood and decided to take a hike with a large tarp, hatchet, and a bottle of water up the hill to where she found several trees already dead on her last walk. They seemed to have died by execution, harshly murdered with a chainsaw. Remembering a flick a few years back about some sort of massacre with one of those chainsaw things, her body shivered thinking about the pure violence those trees must have endured. And still all around the area of cleared trees, wonderful wild flowers decorated the ground and still very much alive, she thought of life itself. Gathering all the wood she could carry, she made her way back to camp to get breakfast ready, which would consist of coffee, and rice. She never carried butter or things that had to be kept chilled, she instead resorted to condiments from fast food joints and single serving packets of certain products you could easily get for free.
You could say this girl was a hippie, you could even call her an anarchist, but you would never look at her and call her a woman. She was called `sir' so many times and corrected any individual who said otherwise, even children. But her heart was as big as her body and her mind was free of hatred, she only wanted one thing. Love.
She watched people walk by, most of them staring at the ground, trying not to trip, she imagined. Others would glance over at her, smile and continue on their way. She would always smile back and wave, as to let these people know that she was aware of their existence, but sometimes she wondered if they ever stopped to think about her later. What would they say? Did she even care what they thought of her? The answers were as easy as the questions and she decided not to worry about it any longer. Had she really cared about what people thought, she would have asked them, yet it was not hard to push these thoughts out of her mind and concentrate on building the fire up again. She set the grill up and lit the fire with matches and some old telephone book pages. The pages ignited and set the pit aflame. With a breeze, and some heavy blowing, she caught the twigs on fire and continued to stack more debris on top, clearing the woods of all signs of human life. She sat and watched the fire roar all afternoon, wondering what she could do today to change the life in that "neck of the woods", finally deciding that there was nothing she could do in this heat and sat down with her coffee and rice. The wind rustled through the trees giving her some relief, but not enough to help with the sweat dripping from every inch of her body.
Deciding a minute later, that it was probably best to get out of the sun and wash herself off, she made a trip to the brook, which was more than a mile down the road. Out of breath and completely soaked from head to toe, she jumped into the creek and washed herself off. Since she was the only person for at least a mile she decided to strip and wash her clothing as well. She sat down on the bank, slipping off her shoes and socks first, giving them a slight rinse and sat them in the sun to dry, and then her bra, tank top, and then her shorts. She sat there nude by the stream, her feet hanging in the water, watching the animals scurry around in pairs. Two squirrels happily chased each other around a tree, and a couple of robins had a made a fuss about something on the ground and were now singing in the tree above the bank where she sat. Maybe it was the scorching sun, or maybe it was the lack of nutrition for the last two days, but it was the first time she'd felt sadness here. A tear streamed down her ebony cheek and in what seemed to be an eternity, dropped to the brook. She wondered why she had let herself go like that, why this was caused by her reaction to seeing two sets of animals enjoy their time together, but dismayed it as nothing and curled up on the hot stones of the river bank. She closed her eyes and imagined the thrill of flying around above, soaring in the clouds, surrounded in blankets of them. She awoke an hour later, still by the creek and naked. How could she do that, just take a nap by this place and expect people not to turn you in for indecent exposure. She grabbed her dry hot clothing and dipped the shirt back in the water for a cool walk back to camp. Finally she was dressed and heading back when she heard the roar of an engine coming her way. It seemed to be the park service coming to clean the campsite, which she had been doing since she arrived. She smiled at the driver, who seemed more preoccupied with rolling a cigarette than looking at the road, and slowed down when she saw the younger camper.
Nancy had been with the Conservation Department for nine years, and in all that time she had never seen a woman as beautiful as the one walking to her truck. She was 5'9", with dark hair and eyes and extremely pleasant looking. Rolling down her window, she reached down to shake the young woman's hand and smiled.
"My name is Nancy and I'm with the Park Service. What campsite are you in?" she inquired.
"Number four, I think."
"Do you have a permit?"
"What permit?"
Nancy knew that face, and it was a definite "no, I don't have a permit", but she didn't care as she tried to look at her soon to be `dream lover'. She seemed to have the eyes trained on her as well, and that made Nancy feel good inside. At least she was desirable and nothing could take that feeling away from her. Remembering that she had a job to do, she told her new found love that she had to run down the road and empty the trash from a campsite that had been used two days before.
"I'll stop back by in a few minutes and talk with you about why you need a permit and also call the office and let them know you are here. What's your name?" Nancy had never really meant to give her a lecture, but as with every job you must do your duties and this was one of them.
"Lori. I'm sorry I don't have a permit, but I wasn't aware that you needed one to camp here. Will you be able to help me out with that as well?"
"Sure, I'll be back in a half hour and we'll get it all worked out." Nancy smiled as she started up the truck and drove down the road.
The trip to the last campsite was a long one and since she had to make sure that no one else had used any of the other sites, she drove slowly down the dry beaten path. It hadn't rained in two weeks and the grass on both sides of the road was a crunchy sort of yellowish color. She remembered a time when the river flowed all the way down and you were neck deep in cool water, but nowadays you were lucky if you found a spot that came to your knees. She had walked the dry riverbeds several times in the last few years and knew the only spot where you could lay down in and get all the way wet, without swimming with lots of bugs and minnows.
She lit the cigarette and finally reached her destination, but she couldn't get this girl out of her mind. She dropped her cigarette several times thinking about what she would do to her if she'd ever had a chance. Looking around she noticed several butts lying around the ground and decided to pick them up. This took a long time, but she couldn't just leave it like this. Her dedication to her job these days was running low, but she never wanted the park to look like this. Kids were still partying down here and there was nothing she could do about it. She sat in the truck for a moment and rolled another cigarette. She'd been rolling her own since she thought the prices of pre-rolled cigarettes were ridiculous. She licked the paper and rolled it tightly, thinking of beautiful Lori. She started up the truck, backed it up and headed towards the entrance, knowing that she would get to see this mystery person one more time before heading back to work. Maybe she would make a move on her, but she knew the punishment for harassing the campers, and she couldn't afford that right now. Arriving at campsite number four she realized how clean it was. The fire was going and the brown goddess was poking it with the most content look on her face. It looked like she had coffee on and she scanned the dash for the time. She decided to see if she could have a cup of her brewed delight and grabbed her cup out of the holder.
"I called the office and they just need some info from you and then you're set. I was wondering if it might be possible for me to get a small cup of coffee from you since I haven't had camp brewed coffee for quite a long time. Would that be okay?" Nancy winced and coughed a little.
"Sure that's great, because I wanted some company anyways. Sit down and I will grab the potholder." Lori brandished and cozy crocheted square from her tent and walked over to the pot on the grill. "Would you like some sugar or creamer?"
Nancy sat there watching, as she dug around her tent for her cup and the creamer and thoughtfully brought it to her. Nancy smiled and gently shook the creamer, causing it to cascade into her cup. Damn, she thought as the pretty-eyed stranger giggled at her.
"I'm so sorry about that, I'm a bit of a clumsy person today." But she was so nervous being around this woman that oddly enough she spilled her coffee on her work shirt.
"Dammit!" She jumped up and tried to stop it from running down her shorts, but it was too late.
"I don't think you need anymore coffee, you're too jittery as it is" Lori smiled at her and went back to trying to find the sugar. After a few minutes, she heard laughter from inside the tent and decided to speak up and make a suggestion.
"I have to go back to work, but would it be alright if I came back later tonight and brought you dinner?"
Lori peaked out of the `one woman tent' looking surprised, like she had just received a gift. Was she really asking for a date so soon?
"That would be great! Since you are making a trip into town anyways would you do me a favor when you get there and pick me up some rolling tobacco and papers?"
Lori started to reach for her pocket and get her money, but Nancy shot over to the truck carrying a can of tobacco. Sitting the can down in front of her, Lori looked like she had just had the world handed to her on a platter.
"Do you have a bag or pouch to put it in?" Nancy chimed, smiling wide.
"Yeah, I do...let me think about where I put it." As she walked to the tent again, Nancy took time to appreciate this lovely lady's ass. She stood with such presence and grace that is seemed almost as though she had done it on purpose, just to tease her. But Nancy enjoyed it nonetheless and stared, admiring her tan.
"I need to get some more information from you before I leave so I'm gonna grab a pen and some paper from the truck and I'll be right back." She walked back to the truck realizing that her panties were wet around the crotch and surveyed the other direction to see if Lori was looking. Thankfully she wasn't and pulled them from her abyss and continued searching thru the truck for a pad and pen.
She finally found what she was looking for and Lori had come out of the tent and was gazing at her with those eyes that made Nancy want to jump up and down for joy. She seemed to be having a wet daydream of her own, and as soon as they made eye contact, Lori stared at the ground.
"I found a baggie." She said shyly.
"Go ahead and fill it up with as much as you would like and I will bring out some more tonight. Is there anything else you need?"
"No, that's about it."
"Okay, I have to get going, but I need to call your info into the station so I have a few questions for you. What is your last name?"
"Jenson."
"Your address and phone number?"
Nancy jotted down all the information she needed and thanked Lori again for the coffee and grabbed her can of tobacco and sat it in the truck. She didn't want to leave her right then, but duty called and so did her paycheck. She reminded Lori about her coming tonight and asked if it was okay, and was greeted with a "Hell, yeah!" look. She hopped in the truck, wishing that she could get back to the station early and maybe leave early as well.
Lori sat in her chair and analyzed what had just happened. Had she really gotten a date in the middle of the woods? Was she reading too much into this? Who was this stranger that had her heart pounding and her pussy wet? This woman was at least 10 years older than her and still she felt compelled to give her a chance, at least she would tonight.
She wanted to be ready for her guest, so in preparation she gathered another two loads of firewood and returned to the site for the last time of the evening. She fixed another pot of coffee and returned the fire to blazing within seconds. The smell of cedar and oak smoke blended together nicely as the sun went down. The people were no longer around and only crickets and lightening bugs remained. She held her cup and sipped the sweetened, creamy coffee, while she listened to the noises of the night's beginning and waited for her new found friend to arrive.
Wishful thinking, Nancy thought staring at the clock. Getting out of work early was like pulling teeth, and since the department was short staffed she had to work a little overtime tonight. But no matter, she still had a smile on her face from the afternoon with Lori Jenson. Intelligent, funny, and attractive Lori. And nothing could take that away from her. The clock struck seven and finally she had served her overtime and was let go for the evening. She hurried home, took a shower and excitedly got dressed for an evening of entertainment. Nancy tended to get more and more nervous being around new people outside of her job. She checked the fridge for something to eat tonight and found the makings for sandwiches and a couple of bananas. But that wouldn't be enough, she wanted to show this young lady what being a gentlewoman was all about. She looked at the clock and shouted in her head that she wasn't being fast enough. It was already eight and she still had to stop at the store and get tobacco and some wine.
Heading out the door, she ran to the truck and threw her sandwiches and bananas in the passenger seat. She stopped at the discount smoke shop and liquor place down the road and picked up the items she needed. It was here that she decided to buy her first pint of whiskey in over three years...and to think she would need it with all that wine, but she threw away her inhibitions and grabbed it anyways. Maybe it would loosen her up a little more. She drove the speed of light as she cruised down the highway and couldn't wait to be out there with her, enjoying her company and relaxing. Her mind wandered to what might and might not happen and she was simply fantasizing about a girl she had met only a few hours prior. What if she said the wrong thing or choked while eating the banana, managing to vomit all over trying to get it up, or even worse all over Lori. Oh, God. This was crazy talk, it would be okay. She just needed to be herself, not work Nancy, but decent human being Nancy, the Nancy who loved the outdoors and who took everything with a `grain-of-salt' attitude.
She made it to the parking lot, shifting the truck into park, and turned the engine off. She closed her eyes and tried to adjust to the dark. From her vehicle she could see a fire burning bright in the distance. She knew only they would be out here. If anyone came out with a permit, she would inform them that she was with the Conservation Department and that they had to leave. But she knew no one was authorized to camp here but her. She had worked till the last part of the day. She would just be a guest at her site, and no one would ever know.
Getting out of the truck, she looked at the van parked next to it. A run down Chevy van and what was left after the rust had taken hold, was all that remained of this poor vehicle. She walked down the path for a couple of minutes until she found the site off to the right, walked up casually, and said hello.
Lori sat alone for the sunset and drank her coffee. She enjoyed this time to think, and relished the coolness that swept over the area at night. It clung to her skin like ice and made her feel human again. She was, after all, a night owl since she could remember and liked the way it felt in her heart. She usually sat and listened to her friends chat for hours about nothing, but never revealed anything about herself to them...that would make her vulnerable, and a shy Cancer couldn't let that happen. But why did she think she could open up to a total stranger? You can never be to sure about anything these days, and she was only being cautious, right?
She thought of her guest coming and readied the camp for company. She turned the tarp for wood over, exposing the clean side. Making a fresh pot of coffee, she poured the rest into her cup, and the grounds in the fire. She had been living in nature for months, staying out of major cities and areas of high traffic. She'd been alone for several years and wished she had cleaned the dirt off of herself. She rarely thought of these things, as she was not the type of person to judge a book by its cover.
Seeing headlights coming from the parking lot could only mean two things. In her mind it could have been three, but who was counting. The rowdy teenagers could be back, wielding a bowl or two of pot, and a thirty pack of Keystone Light, which would've suited her just as well as having Nancy show up. She wondered if Nancy even did that sort of stuff, while straightening the site up and shoving all of her belonging back in the tent. Hearing a door shut in the distance, she listened for the footsteps and began to poke at the fire again, which seemed to be dying down. The third idea trapped in her mind was about gun-carrying, badge-wearing, John P. Law. She prayed that this was not who was headed her way. She stoked the fire again and bent over to pick up the poking stick, which out of boredom she had carved earlier this week...never using it for firewood. It was a sacred staff used for rain dances and hiking. This was her walking stick and fire poker all at the same time.
"Hello," said a familiar voice from behind her. She turned around to see Nancy's face again. A smile came across her face and she felt a chill go down her back as she looked into her eyes.
"Howdy stranger, how was the rest of your day?"
Nancy then went on about her boss asking her to work some overtime and being short staffed at the office, and something about kids messing up the campsite up the road, which she had to fill out paperwork on. She held up a plastic bag and said that she was ready to relax and asked to sit down. Lori pointed to the tarp by the fire and asked if she would like another cup of her famous brewed coffee bean tea.
"Coffee bean tea, eh?"
"Yeah, it's a little like coffee...well it is coffee," Lori laughed a bit and said , "it's the same as this morning, just called something different now."
"Where did you pick that up?" Nancy asked intrigued by the new phrase for such an old drink.
Lori explained that she had been to her first Rainbow Gathering and had found her calling as a Tea Fairy for the week. She served free tea, with digni-tea, insani-tea, and humani-tea, all while being with the family and enjoying the outdoors.
By family, she meant the Rainbow Family, which this particular year was estimated to be 20,000 or more. She rattled on about the people she met there and her friends that had already been there for weeks and how most of them got there. Hitching rides and picking up more people along the way. Nancy seemed interested in everything she was saying, so she continued on about her birthday being that weekend of the festival and how she went around giving out hugs for free in her giant wool blanket. The mountains where cold that year and she walked around everywhere to find some friends that were supposed to meet her up there. She talked about staying at Kiddie Camp, playing with the children, and running errands for people along the trails. And when the ranting was finished, she looked at her friend and asked what she thought of community togetherness.
"I think its fine. But it will never work."
"And why is that?" she was curious as to her reasoning and wanted to hear her political views as well. But bringing up politics seemed to be a turnoff for some, so she waited for her response patiently.
"Because the big dogs have decided that in order to live you must have separate homes, and separate lives and people have been engrained to believe this for so long now that in order for things to change something really tragic would have to happen. The economy would collapse and people wouldn't have any use for their money except to burn it for warmth. I don't think I want bad things to happen, but I know that they do. I accept it and move on."
Lori looked into her eyes and realized she was looking in a mirror, but she was allowed to see inside Nancy deeper than anyone before. It was like looking down the path of life, seeing someone down the way, and just when you can see their face they disappear. She snapped out of it and said, "I couldn't have put it better myself."
Nancy turned around and dug in her bag for something, pulled out a sandwich and banana for each of them and then reached deeper inside and handed her a bottle of wine. Lori's eyes lit up seeing the glint of the bottle and turned around and hugged Nancy. She didn't care what she thought, but in her family, touching was just as much about love as any other. You could show love in two basic ways, talking about it and showing it. She thought a hug would convey her approval of the wine and maybe allow her to get closer to this new woman. She felt the hot breath on her neck and her nipples swelling into the bra, which was nothing but a tight piece of cotton, holding her breasts back from their new idle.
Lori finally let go of her and picked up the sandwich and began eating hungrily, as if she hadn't eaten properly in days...and she hadn't, but she took advantage of the food and picked up the banana and started to peel it, while Nancy was still on her sandwich.
"God girl, hungry?"
Lori looked embarrassed and turned her head in shame. She felt Nancy's hand grasp her chin and pulled her face to where she could see those eyes which held so much fear. Why did she look at her like that, with those pleading beams of beauty? She cracked a smile and continued with her banana.
Nancy had been sure she wouldn't notice the last gift in the bag, but if she rewarded me with a hug for wine, she couldn't imagine what she would do for a pint of Jack. And yet, she was having fun, talking, drinking and relaxing. She didn't have to go in tomorrow and all she could think about was the next few hours with her special friend. Now, with fantasies floating around in her head she watched Lori played with the fire.
"They think that causes bedwetting," she said without pausing and went on to say that she didn't believe it but you could never be too careful these days.
Lori giggled, revealing her wonderful smile, and Nancy wondered why she liked it so much. It was pure and simple, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. They took turns sitting on the tarp exchanging questions and answers until the wine was finished and Lori poked the fire one more time and turned around, placing her head on Nancy's lap. She stared at the stars and the moon, and looked at her with those same sensual eyes, and Nancy felt a feeling sweep over her.
"Do you want a cigarette? I'll roll one for both of us."
"That sounds great actually."
"Are you green friendly?" Lori paused for a moment allowing Nancy to make up her own mind.
"Actually, I am."
Lori ran to her tent and grabbed something from a side pocket and returned with a bowl and another baggie, not filled with tobacco.
"Geez, I haven't done this in ages. Will you help me if I can't move for awhile?" she laughed at her own question.
"Not a problem, just as long as you promise not to leave me tonight. Promise?" Lori raised her eyebrows and waited for it.
"Promise."
Nancy hadn't planned on leaving, nor did she want to try it with the amount of alcohol in her system. The only safe thing to do was stay, and that was okay with her. She sat there and watched Lori load a bowl and pass it to her. She took a drag and held it in, watching the glow in her eyes as the lighter flamed. She finally decided on the whiskey and watched as her friend took the last hit of the pipe and set it down. Reaching for the bag she searched until she found what she was looking for, pulled it out and sat it down in front of them. Lori's mouth dropped and she swung around and turned to Nancy and leaned in for a kiss. Nancy could still taste the wine on her lips, and she wanted to know what Lori's tasted like so she leaned in and took the opportunity to savor something she had wanted all day.
If Lori had one doubt in her mind it was about all the feeling she had in her heart. She couldn't believe she was finally kissing the first person in three years and it made her want to leap out of skin. Scared and turned on, she liked the feeling in her groin that was now pressing up against her attractive partner's leg in nature. She wondered why her hands wondered all over Nancy, first tracing up her hard torso, which was probably caused from years of hard work., and ending around the left breast. Nancy moaned and Lori could she that she was in for the long haul, whatever she wanted, she would get, and there was nothing she wanted more.
The time spent with this woman seemed to be causing quite a stir in Lori's pussy as she gently raised her hand back up Nancy's shirt, raising it to get a better grip on her most prized possessions. Lori managed, in all her excitement to find a nipple and grasped it with her mouth, trying not to bite it at first, but gently licking the tips of it with agile tongue, slowly while trying to get herself in a better position. She hadn't realized that she was still sitting up, and decided that since no one was around for miles that she would have her way with the park service lady right now, in the middle of this deserted campsite. She arose from Nancy's breast to find her out of breath and questioning the move of Lori getting up, but she smiled and continued to push herself up, all while Nancy watched every move with anticipation. Lori slowly removed her tank top and threw it on the tarp next to her, but Nancy's eyes couldn't believe what she was seeing, and she slowly got on her knees and grabbed Lori's hips and began to kiss around her navel. This set Lori off, as she had never known the amount of pure bliss that Nancy was causing inside of her. Slipping off her shorts revealing no underwear beneath and she could see Nancy's approval as she knelt down beside her, the fire warming her body and casting a glow over the area. Nancy took her by surprise as she took her bottom lip by the teeth and gently sucked it in, watching the torment in her younger lover's as she wanted more. But Nancy had all night, Lori thought. Take your time.
Nancy's hand traced a line down her earlobe, causing Lori to squirm and lose control of the situation as she continued down circling around her right breast, never touching her nipple. Lori moaned into Nancy's face and pleaded to be sucked right then and there, but Nancy wanted to prolong this as long as she possibly could and just enjoy the scenery of this beauty in front of her.
Her body arched and she closed her eyes and that made Nancy quake in her nether regions, but no matter she thought, it would take all night to show this younger woman what she had been missing all these years. Bending down she took her lover's hands and pinned them down above her head.
"If you move them, I will stop." She warned.
Lori nodded in approval of this kink, and added, "I won't, I promise."
Nancy started by kissing her around the bellybutton and circled around this for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sight of Lori trying not to move her hands. It was a constant reminder of how young this girl was, and of course she would not stop if Lori had grabbed her and pushed her head down further...but the excitement of dominance would no longer be an issue. People have a way of surprising you, and no matter what she was longing for the touch of another woman and wouldn't deny herself that pleasure. She crawled up her lover's body relinquishing any doubt that her body was as gorgeous as her mind, and lowered her head around Lori's nipple and sucked it in. It tasted of sweat and she scraped it with her teeth, causing this girl to jump. Lavishing the temptation she sucked it further into her mouth, lightly traced a circle around the areola making it coral up. Her tongue ventured over to the other breast and enveloped the neglected nub, which had already been hard, and instinctively flicked it lightly. She could feel the rhythm beneath her soaked panties and wondered why she was still dressed. She sat up and shed off pieces of clothing, one at a time, making sure that her lover was paying attention in midst of all this kissing and sucking. But her eyes were trained again, like this afternoon, but this time on her body revealing a softer side. She slipped off her jeans and panties that clung to her drenched slit. All the excitement had truly done her justice, but she wasn't finished. She wanted to see her cum, watch her body give way to several orgasms and nothing could stop her.
Nancy leaned down and kissed those lips, reacting the way she figured she should, Lori bent upwards for the kiss, but let her hands stay behind her back. Passionately, she slowly lipped every inch along the way downwards to her patch. Thick with tufts of pubic bliss, she gently pushed her back down on the ground, with her hands still behind her back and entered her slit, licking out the moisture and adding some of her own. Her hips started to shift upwards and her hands weren't helping with Nancy's plans, so she stopped.
"What's wrong?" Lori looked worried.
Nancy's smile went almost devilish and said, "I told you not to move your hands. Or else I'd do what?"
"Or you'd stop...I'm sorry, it's just that...," she trailed off in an irrational muttering to herself, and finally spoke up when Nancy asked what `it' was.
Lori replied, "It feels so good! Please don't stop, I promise I won't move my hands again."
"I don't think that's gonna work, but to be sure...do you have any rope?"
Rope, Lori thought was a bit much, but she played along, intrigued by the sensuality of this little game. It felt rough and gentle all at the same time, and she loved it.
"Will a shoestring work?" She asked with zeal.
Nancy grabbed the shoe and began to unlace the shoe seductively, which seemed to make Lori snicker a bit, but stopped when she saw the look on her face.
"I'm sorry." She apologized.
"Don't be. Now, give me your hands."
Lori held her wrists together, entranced by the sight of Nancy's skillful hands and she tied a new knot she'd never seen before, which seemed to be tight, but not hurting her. She couldn't believe she liked this type of treatment, but her clit throbbed and needed tender and harsh licking. She fell back down towards earth and her hands above her head again, but this time tied and helpless, making her feel like she'd put her life in to one person's hands. And it wasn't hers.
Nancy bent down, cupped her left breast and pulled its bud into her mouth, scraping her teeth around it and then nibbling its tip, which sent Lori high, soaring above the clouds again for a second time. She fell back down, feeling Nancy grind against her with their clits touching, making them both breathe heavier and moan. She had been moving from tit to tit, and the breeze made them stand up. With one movement Nancy moved her hands down Lori's body, lightly touching the skin, making her squirm a bit and buried her face in the mound below. She ran her tongue down Lori's slit and up again several times, all the while watching the look on Lori's face, complete and udder bliss. She plunged into her hole and felt her body quiver, and grasp at her tongue, which she stuck in deeper to please her. She liked the scent of Lori's horniness, and it increased her own desire to cum. She straddled Lori's thigh and began to rub herself on it slowly, all while sliding a finger in Lori's wet pussy, and fucking it just as slow. Lori watched as Nancy delicately reached her other hand over her sensitive clit and began rubbing it with her finger. She then slipped in a second finger, almost filling her up, and began fucking a little faster. Lori wanted to move, to hold her and do the same for her as she had already done, but she was satisfied by just laying there too. It felt so good to be fucked like this, like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and all the attention in the universe would never compare to the treatment she was getting now. And then the first wave of intense orgasms came over her body and swept her across the plains. She was flying again and so was Nancy.
They landed a minute later, trying to regain sight of where they were and Nancy wrapped her arms around her lover and pulled her mouth to hers, allowing her to taste her own juices and Lori was taken away by the nectar. She longed for her stranger's taste and wanted to repay her for her good deeds.
"Untie me." Lori said.
"Okay, darling only if you promise me one thing...", and Lori knew what was coming next.
"Anything."
"Don't stop."
Lori hadn't intended to but she knew it would be fun to tease her and make her want it more, but for some reason she chose to obey. Nancy released her from her binding and kissed her deeply, using her tongue to dance with Lori's. Lori climbed on top of her and pushed her down to the tarp, pouncing on her first real encounter with Nancy's firm tits with delight. Now darting over her nipples, Nancy's hips started to buck under Lori's still hot pussy and mashing them together. She sucked her dime sized nipples into her mouth and flicked them with her tongue, sending Nancy into shakes almost instantly. Lori snuck down and licked her pussy, enjoying every drop of juice that she had caused and then ran her tongue along the lips of Nancy's cunt. She dipped down and sucked her clit with intensity meanwhile moaning had begun in Nancy's throat. Breathing through her nose, Lori could smell a musky scent that drove her crazy.
Her fingers slipped in her lover's pussy without resistance and she lifted her ass to meet them. Feeling Nancy's cunt squeeze her hand as she went in and out, she decided to make them cum at the same time again. She flipped around, her crotch facing Nancy, and she come up and met it with her mouth, all while Lori was face and fingers deep in her. They sucked each others nubs until they at last climaxed. Lori turned around and kissed her new lover passionately, thinking about the last four hours of her life. Had she really found a decent lover after three years? The answer was yes.
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