Naked At Night In The Woods

True, I’d watched ‘Dances with Wolves’ earlier., which follows the curiosity of a rather well developed 12 year old as she first watches her parents having sex, then is bathed by her mum, and finally becomes a were-wolf. I know the child actor in this was only 12 or 13 when it was shot, and boy, was she well-chosen. She had the perfect expression of wide-eyed budding sexual curiosity that we all go through. 

I felt unsettled as the night wore on, and as usual, my mind turned to masturbation - which, let us be honest - is never far away from me. I think perhaps I dozed for a while, before getting up, shedding my clothes, and walking out into the night. A full moon (appropriately) shone down on me as I climbed the style and entered my woodland. I’d at least had the foresight to keep my trainers on which was fortunate. Dog walkers don’t always pick up! 

Across the path and into the stillness of the woods. Dappled moonlight shone down through the tree canopy bathing the forest floor in dancing spotlights of silvery light.. I know that my woods are far from still at night, yet my passing would have caused any animals out and about to freeze in their tracks. 

I was, of course, wet. I could feel it as I walked, and in some kind of animalistic rite, I cupped my hand between my legs and smeared my wetness all over my body. Hair, face, tits, belly, over and over until my scent was everywhere. 

A walker’s hut stood in the distance. This one is popular with the local teenagers, and I suspect many-a virginity has been left behind in it. I regularly find used condoms here, and now and then a pair of discarded panties…at least…I had this afternoon when I cleaned it and the other shelters out. 

The thought of adolescent sex, urgent, crude and ill-refined makes me shiver. The battles of lust over common sense that are fought, won or lost, and the girls who await their next period with a mixture of hope and dread. Sexual energy lasts. It reverberates in the ether and generates its own life force. Perhaps that’s why, if we see sex, we feel horny ourselves. 

I pause, and squat down, my knees wide apart. I just wanted to be spread open, exposed, and the warm scent of my cunt drifts laconically up to me. I allow one finger…just one…to penetrate me and I bring it quickly to my mouth to suck my essence from it. Then to the hut.

Another condom lies knotted on the floor. Must be fresh tonight since I swept this place out this afternoon. A shaft of moonlight finds its way through the rough-hewn window and illuminates a previously dark corner. White panties. I snatch them up without thinking and not the initials HC scrawled on the label. Aa teenage girl’s panties then, and one who has sister’s. The hastily scrawled initials no doubt help mum to sort the laundry. I wonder if mum will notice these are missing? Mum would certainly notice the stains in the crotch. She would know her darling daughter is horny. 

I inhale her. Fresh, sweet, almost innocently so, and yet, the odds are that condom has been inside the owner of these panties here this evening. I stand still, eyes tightly shut, trying to latch on to the sexual energy coiling around this cabin. The floor is way too grubby to lie down on, so, standing up then? Perhaps her legs wrapped around him and he holding her bum and shagging her? No..few teenagers can manage that. From behind then? Instantly something clicks…yes, from behind. Her hands braced against the wall, her panties round one ankle and him easing his condom-covered cock up her tightness. Perhaps she moved and accidentally stepped out of her panties? That would explain why they’re on the floor, and why, perhaps, she was loath to put them back on. 

I inhale her again. Gosh, but she is sweet! A trace of musk, a feminine wetness, and I imagine she walked here with him in anticipation of what was to come. I’m masturbating of course, joining in with them. He is inside her, and I become her, yet I am still identifiably me….a spirit within a soul. I can feel him moving inside me, even as I feel her arousal. “Go on…fuck her.” My urging seems to breathe an urgency into him. I sense the moment when the thought flashes across his mind. “Rip the condom off and plunge back into her. Shoot your cum up her, not into some latex bag.” He almost does it too, but sanity prevails. 

She cums on his cock crying out despite herself. Her contractions trigger him and he fills the condom with his seed. I orgasm too, inhaling her as if I was kneeling in front of her licking her clit even as he ravages her from behind. 

I drop the panties and condom in a bin as I walk, sated, back through the woods. 

Like the young she-wolf in the movie who emerges from the well at the end to roam the land before returning to it, taking one last look around and returning to the land below, I re-climb the style and re-enter my domain. 

I almost want to howl at the moon….

…so I do.