A Walk in the Woods...

[Merelan]

Marda:

It was misting, but I barely noticed. I was tired of everything, yes pretty much everything. My job, my life, my friends, or so called. My mood fit the day so well I had felt drawn to walk, and walk, and walk. I no longer even knew where I was, just somewhere in the park still, I hoped. Not that it mattered. I would be fine. I was strong, resourceful, always the one to set things right. Isn't that what was always said of me.
I was the one who stayed in the hick town and took care of my sick Mother, and then my lonely Father. I was the one who settled the estate, gave up my inheritance for my sisters, and then was diumped as they went back to their lives in the suburbs. At work it was me who they turned to, when things went bad, or needed doing in a hurry. It was me who worked the nights and holidays, well... the others all had families to go to. Me? I had no one. Now.
Shivering a little in the cold I kept walking, letting my thoughts purge themselves in the pounding of my feet. But the rain was a bit stronger now, a rain and no longer a mist. Realizing I was soaked I stopped and looked around, for the first time in an hour. Where was I? It had started to get dark. A thrill of fear ran through me, but my practical side stopped it.
There ahead of me was a light. The ranger's station more then likely. What else could it be out here in the woods?
No, as I got closer it looked like a cabin. A research cabin maybe? One of those abservation places? Way out here? I tapped at the door, buit by now the rain had increased, along with the winds. nothing, then again, louder. The door was yanked open and he stood there, blocking the light from wihin. Looking like a dark shadow.

"May I come in?"


OOC
I have no clue where I am heading with this. Anyone want to "rescue me"? Pm me and let me know.

 

[cgraven]

William

The rain beats its rat-a-tat-tat on the metal roof of my log cabin. It is just a single room with wide pine floor boards rough hewn from the forest. Like the rest of the cabin. The single windows with there glass flanking the door, the only concession to the civilization I had left behind.

Never came back really from those days as a “Brown Water Sailor”. The Ghosts more real to me, than the real world and so I drifted until at last I found myself deep in theses mountains. The quiet peace seemed my salvation. Yet the need for human company some time drove me mad.

The was a sudden knocking at the door. I opened it and a figure stood there I could not tell if it was man or women. But definitely alive as the chattering of the teeth from the rain and the cold made that quite evident.

 

[Merelan]

Marda:

I had to repeat myself over the rising wind.
"Please, may I come in. Please. It's raingin and i am soaked." Stating the obvious to this silent man. My voice lowering a notch, "Please."

 

[cgraven]

"Please, may I come in. Please. It's raingin and I am soaked." Stating the obvious to this silent man. My voice lowering a notch, "Please."


“Ah……. sorry ….Yes come on in……..Don’t get many callers out here and especially this time of day and year.”

I was self conscious. As I wore a wrinkled old flannel shirt, jeans that had seen their better days some time back and home made musicians. God I must of looked a sight.

My vision blurry from the pounding headache that was my trusted companion for these many years I could hardly make her out. Couldn't tell if she was young, old pretty or not. Yet her voice was sweet and soothing.

“Coffee is on help your self…… Might raw out there tonight………What are you doing way out here in the middle of no place?.......Make some soup if you want……My names William.”

It was more like giving a report to the “Chief” than welcoming someone in from a storm night.

Pouring a cup for her I stole side long glances. No visitors for so long and know this Gal shows up on my doorstep in the middle of a howling storm, lost apparently and soaked to the skin.

She takes the cup and I rig a blanket as a curtain.

“You’d better get out of those wet things ……..You’ll find a wool shirt hanging on the peg…..Just washed it……..Might say It is my Sunday best.”

 

[Merelan]

Marda:

I could'nt stop shivering as he spoke, rambling words mostly. I gripped the hot coffee for warmth and strength. He seemed safe, nice. Like he wasn't used to visitors. Oh, he had said that. Shaking so hard I was spilling the coffee. Watching him silently as he rigged a curtain. Smiling, or trying to as he stepped aside.
"Thank you. Thank you very much." I set the coffee down, though my fingers cried out for the warmth. Stepping behind the curtain I stood still for a moment. My long hair plastered to me, my clothes muddy and soaked. What had I been thinking? I hadn't. I peeled off my soaked clothes and stood, nude and shivering in a strange mans cabin. This could be a set up for a B movie, or a cheesy porn. But then looking down. No, in a porn, or even a B movie, the woman were beautiful, full busted. I was thin, and had small breasts, narrow hips. Long, lanky legs. My hair hung wet and tangled down my back, it's cold bringing me out of my daydreams. The wool flannel was warm, hanging almost to my knees. I had taken everything off, including my underwear. My feet were frozen though. Looking around I saw a pair of hunting socks, hoping he wouldn't mind I slipped them on. Then ran my fingers through my hair, untangling the knots and trying to sort it. One hand on the curtain I paused, took a deep breath and stepped out. He was standing at a window, his back to me. I picked up my coffee, cold now, and slipped silently up to him. Speaking softly so as not to startle him.
"Thank you, William."

 

[cgraven]

"Thank you, William."

Her voice was soft and stuttered with the cold that must have chilled her to the bone. I turned to say something brilliant like “No big deal”, but was stopped dead in my tracks. She was the prettiest thing I think I had ever seen.

No she was no cover girl or Hollywood type but she was my weakness. Yes she was thin, and had small breasts, narrow hips. Long, lanky legs and her hair hung wet and tangled down her back. Any one aspect of her you could fine fault with but put all together she was a balanced picture of beauty brought to life.

My mouth hung open as If I where catching flies and I bushed at the picture I must present.

“AH……. Great I see you found …God what sexy legs…….Ah damn I mean you found the soaks too……Hell I do not even know your name.”

 

[Merelan]

Marda:

“AH……. Great I see you found …God what sexy legs…….Ah damn I mean you
found the socks too……Hell I do not even know your name.”

Blushing I turned from him. Sexy legs? Me? Right.

"I hope you don't mind, but my feet were freezing. And my name is Marda. And I am very grateful you were here. It got dark quicker then I expected and then the rain, and I was, well, I wnadered to far from the path. I usually do."
I turned back, thinking I had my control back.

"What do you do here, William."

 

[cgraven]

"I hope you don't mind, but my feet were freezing. And my name is Marda. And I am very grateful you were here. It got dark quicker then I expected and then the rain and I was, well, I wandered to far from the path. I usually do."

Marda turned back, a look of control in her eyes and bearing.

"What do you do here, William?"

“That is a good question Marda.”………..”Been here so long I am not sure any more.”…….”Wandering off the path can be dangerous.” … “These mountains are full of strange things.”…………”Oh Marda it was a slip of the tongue but you do have great legs and the rest of the package looks great too!”…… “You are the first woman I have seen in over two years.”…..”Oh grades that came out all wrong didn’t tit”……”Damn!”

William goes to kiss Marda but trips on his moccasins’ ties and falls into her arms.

 

[Merelan]

“That is a good question Marda.”………..”Been here so long I am not sure any
more.”…….”Wandering off the path can be dangerous.” … “These mountains are
full of strange things.”…………”Oh Marda it was a slip of the tongue but you do
have great legs and the rest of the package looks great too!”…… “You are the
first woman I have seen in over two years.”…..”Oh grades that came out all
wrong didn’t tit”……”Damn!”


He muttered and rambled so, I could barely understand him. Was he simple?
But then when he leaned in, I understood, but was unabkle to back away, I was trapped against a table. Near panic, then he tripped, and I caught him in my arms.

"Better be careful Sir. You could hurt yourself." Trying to brush it off. Though he smelled nice, spicey.
"Do you have anytthing hot to drink? I am so chilled still." Thinking to myself, had he actually said I looked good? he must have been back here awhile. God, who was this man. he didn't look derelict, yet, he rambled so, and blurted things out. And had said I looked good. me?

 

[cgraven]

"Better be careful Sir. You could hurt yourself."

She smelled of vanilla, the pine woods and wool. All things that remind you of the softer things in life. Her body is warm and firm under mind as I pick myself up out of her arms a blush turning me crimson.

"Do you have anything hot to drink? I am so chilled still."


“Yes Marda There is some Brady on the shelf. Goes pretty good with the coffee.”

I sit on my bed looking at my shoes.

“Marda I know I must seem like a bumbling cults to you, or some kind of backwoods nut, but to answer your question I came out here years ago because of the headaches.”

How could I tell her and not come off like some kind of physco. Well when all else fail the truth is the only answer.

“I need the quite of the woods to exist. I am plagued my almost continues blinding headaches. Some times my words get mixed up ,or I blurt what ever comes to mind.”

I paused and looked deeply into her eyes to gage if she understood.

“ I do think you are a beautiful young woman.”

A shy smile crosses my face as I turn a deeper shade of crimson.

“And not just because you are the first to stop bye in the last two years.”

“If you don’t mind could you fix me a cup of coffee with some of that Brandy in it. I think I better sit here so I do not maul you again.”

Marda was so young and fresh. If only she could see me as a man instead of some backwoods nut.

 

[Merelan]

Marda:

Moving around the small room I followed where he pointed, naturally serving the coffee, adding a generous dollop of Brandy to both. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, so I sank to the floor, curling my legs under me.
"Headaches? But why? is there nothing they can do?" Instinctively wanting to reach out and brush away that one curl that kept falling forward over his eyes. his eyes. How deep, and pain filled, and lonely. Like mine looked in the mirror. Sharply glancing away I sipped the coffee, almost choking.
"I put a bit too much brandy I am afraid, though I dare say it will do me good."

I sat silent as he brooded over his thoughts. Knowing he was watching me. Was i safe? He was, as he himself admitted a sick man, alone for a long time. Would he hurt me?

No. Our eyes met, he would not. Not willingly, but a hidden darkness hid in them, something he could not, or would not let go. Years of pain and loneliness. I wanted to cry for him, realizing this was a self exile, to keep others safe from him. To keep them from watching him in his weakness.

Reaching out I placed a hand on his shoe.

"Thank you again. You have been so kind. I know i should be frightened, alone with a strange man, in the middle of the woods. Yet. I feel, feel like I have known you before, known you for a long time." Oh geesh, way to go Marda. Now you sound like a nut. The strong brandy, the emotions, all on an empty stomach had made me a bit giddy.

 

[cgraven]

Marda’s hand on hmy shoe.

"Thank you again. You have been so kind. I know I should be frightened, alone with a strange man, in the middle of the woods. Yet. I feel, feel like I have known you before, known you for a long time."


She seemed a bit giddy as I sipped my coffee. “Tastes great to me.”

All of a sudden I am telling her about the war, my home coming, the headaches, the doctors and there failure to find the cause, finally the endless wandering, fights, until I found the cabin abandoned and moved in. I confessed I really could not remember how long I’d been here Seemed like forever, how I never could bring myself to get passed the head wall, how I though about leaving many times but just could not.

Marda was a vision of beauty sitting there curled up at my feet sipping her Coffee. I could not help myself.

“Marda I feel as if I have known you for a long time.”

Placing the cup on the floor I bent forward, and taking her face in both my hands, my lips brushed hers, in a tender kiss.

 

[Merelan]

His kiss was soft, and clumsy. But it was better then I had thought. I responded then pulled away.
He was obviously so much more experienced then me. I was still a virgin, mostly. Only once and in the back seat while drunk one night. The only night I had ever gotten drunk, in company. Blushing I ducked my head, then laid it on his knee.
"I.." Nuzzling him. "I can't. I never. I." But seemed unable to speak.

 

[cgraven]

She had responded to my kiss there was no doubt about that then suddenly pulled away.

Marda was the most delightful shade of crimson. As she laid her head on my knee.

"I.." she was nuzzling me "I can't. I never. I." Marda seemed unable to speak.

My big calloused hand lifted her chin my mind cleared and was at peace for the first time in years. I looked deeply into her eyes as if I was searching her soul.

“Marda you can’t…… or is it you do not want……… or are you just scared to make the commitment……..to take the responsibility?”

I continued without giving her a chance to respond. I held her trapped in my gaze like a deer in the headlights of a car at night.

“I’ll never take what is not freely offered……….and yet if it is fear of responsibility that is holding you back, I can help there.”

I pause for a moment to let my words sink in. As Marda is about to answer I continue.

“There is a certain freedom in bondage, for it is not your decision but mind …. You are not responsibility but me…. The bounds would be lose…….you could break free at anytime you want…….stop every thing…..but if you chose to stay, I would do every thing I know to please you.”

Again I told Marda how truly beautiful she was to me, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

 

[Merelan]

I sat there, resting against his knee. Feeling his heat, his closeness. Hearing his words. But the long walk, the soaking, the brandy, the empty stomach.. all hit me. I drifted off to his kind qwords. I was beautiful?
No, I was too skinny, my legs too long. No, he said I was beautiful.
I felt his arms around me, lifting me, nestling against him for the brief moment he held me. Then realized he was laying me on his bed. I smiled and sank a little deeper into sleep, thogh felt his hand undress me. Knowing i should struggle, yet, not wanting too. Then he lay next to me, naked, his skin touching mine, a blanket drawn across us. He rolled onver and lay one arm over me, as if possessive. It felt nice, warm, safe. As I sank further into sleep I could feel him watching me, and somehow, it felt right.
I awoke later, in the dark, the coals from the fire barely lighting the room. I must have shifted, for he awoke. Trying to stretch I couldn't. Was I entangled in the blanket. But my ars were drawn above me, turning I coudl just see the thin ropes hanging from my wrist. Frightened and scaredI started struggling. Till my eyes met his. I remembered what he said. I was beautiful.

That in bondage there was freedom. It would, stensibly, be his power. Yet, pulling at them, I felt the looseness. He had not lied when he said I could get free, if I wanted.

Biting my lip I watched him build up the fire again, set the water on. All the homey tasks that he did every morning. Yet, every so often he would look over and watch me. I didn't dare speak, my throat and mouth dry. Dry.

"May I. May I have water?" Not sure if there were rules to my speaking. Knowing that in stories I had read the woman was not allowed to speak, but this was not a story. What was I doing here? What was I doing?

 

[cgraven]

"May I. May I have water?"

She was hesitant; I saw the question in Marda’s eyes a she spoke, and then bit her lower lip to silence herself. Ah the stories you see about bondage, the silent woman, the victim, forced to beg her “Master”, for everything, how little they understood.

“Water or would you prefer coffee?



She was silent, expectant, waiting for some thing.

“Cat got your tongue Marda?”…….”I hope not, as your voice is so soft and sexy, just like the rest of you.”…………”You where so restless last night and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to see your naked perfection.”

I went on to describe how I loved her long supple legs, the firmness of her breasts, her narrow waist, and the angelic quality of her face, and her full moist lips.

“The cords are made of silk so they will not chafe your velvet skin. You just have to pull and you will be free to go or stay as you please."

“Now Marda, water or coffee?”

 

[Merelan]

Marda:

I tried to hide my face, my flushed face as he spoke of me. Me? but I could not. I was bound here, by more then the silken cords he spoke of.

"Water, please. My lips, are dry." I watched as he poured some water from a jug. Then lifted my head and helped me drink. His touch so gentle, so sweet, so calming. But he pulled away, standing there. Looking down at me. Biting my lip, I tried to keep the tears from my eyes. He did find me beautiful, and soft and sexy. Like he had said. They were not just words. I could see that in his look, had felt it in his touch. Blushing again I tried to hide from his gaze. Yet, felt proud. Looking down at myself, trying to see myself through his eyes.
My long body lay naked, stretched before him, me. I rubbed my long legs together, saw the patch of tight curls, the flat belly, the small, but firm breasts. Suddenly I felt hot, no longer flushed with shame, but with something else. Looking back up I realized he was right. I wasn't a scrawny chicken. At some point I had matured. No, I would never be a model, but I had rounded in the hips.
"You. You have." But I could not even speak of what I felt, or discovered. Suddenly I wanted him to touch me. Wanted it so bad I had to bite my lip to keep from begging him too. Wanted him to kiss me again, like he had last night. But this time, I would not have pulled away. Licking my lips I tried hard not to beg. Silently he set the glass down, then sat next to me, reaching for my cheek. I moaned as he gently touched it. Closing my eyes to hide from his gaze, the intensity he showed in those eyes. Those eyes that saw into me. He stroked my cheek, then ran a finger over my lips. Down my neck, massaging my shoulders with those hands. Oh God, please. Then pulled away again, still in silence. My eyes flew open, meeting his gaze. Begging him to touch me again.
"Please."

 

[cgraven]

I gave Marda the water she had asked for, watching her take, little sips that in themselves where so exciting. I rand the back of my hand along her jaw line, the soft down of her cheek like velvet. Mirada’s eyes are closed as she hides from my gaze, biting her lip as I massage her shoulders.

"Please." That single word escapes her lips half moan half breathless plea.

I brush her lips with a gentle kiss that builds in its intimacy. My tongue easily slipping by her teeth, to tease her tongue, and invite it to play in my mouth. Marda tastes of honey to me, sweet and wild. My hands shyly explore the contuses of her body, as they seek little sensitive areas, to be given more attention later. Why I wonder do the truly beautiful women like Marda, always she them selves as undesirable, as scrawny kids or overweight girls. How could she not see her physical perfection?

“God you are so beautiful Madra I could just eat you up.”

“I think I will.”

 

[Merelan]

Marda

He kissed me, stunned I could not respond, till without thought, orcontrol I opened my mouth to his tongue. Sweetness, a flashing light before me. Drawn into the kiss as if it was all there was. His hands lightly running over me.
“God you are so beautiful Madra I could just eat you up.”

“I think I will.”

Again my eyes flew to his, my legs tightened together. Did he mean?

Again I licked my lips. "I, I am not clean." Without thinking I blurted out my thoughts. The night before having sweated and been dirty, then sleeping. I felt unwashed and dirty. Too dirty for his touch.

 

[cgraven]

"I, I am not clean." Marda blurted out a tear in her eye.

I kissed her tenderly, as I rose from the bed and filled a basin with water from the hand pump, placing in on the potbellied stove to warm. Going to the trunk in the corner I took out a fresh towel and wash cloth, some and lavender home made soap from the shelf. Soon all was ready.

I sat on the bed next to Marda. Dipping the wash cloth in the warm water. I wet down her entire body with the rough terry cloth, from her head to her feet. Lathering the cloth I start to wash Marda. It is a slow sensual bath as the soapy cloth worships her neck, breast with their pearly hard blood engorged nipples, down the long silken columns of her supple legs, then up again paying particular attention to her caves, and the area behind her knees.

All the while I continued to tell Marda how beautiful she was, describing the perfection of each part of her as I washed it. Finally the warm soapy cloth came to her downy “Venus mound “, roughly, slipping, sliding, and cleaning her. The cloth worked its way in-between the rose pedal lips of her labia to grate across her clitoris.

 

[Merelan]

His hands slowly washed me, at first I wanted to disappear in shame, then, as he spoke those words., I again believed him. His hands, so strong, so sure. The roughness of the cloth. Crying out as it rubbed across my nipples. Arching my back to get more friction. Then he slowly washed each leg, kissing them as he smoothed away my tensions, and then he touched her. I cried out again as he rubbed the roughness against my clit. Almost ready to cum. Ready to scream if he so much as touched her again. He smild and pulled away his hands. The wetness of my skin chilling me. My nipples hard as rocks, my breasts aching for his touch again.
Never had I felt so alive, so real, so beautiful. The soft scent in the air mingling with the woodsmoke and the pine. Closing my eyes to shut out some sensation, and only sucvceeding in feeling more.

The roughness of his bare hands this time, cupping my breasts. As if weighing them. Then sitting back up, leaving me empty.
"Please, please. Touch me again, please. kiss me. God. Please."

 

[cgraven]

"Please, please. Touch me again, please. Kiss me. God. Please."

I smiled and there was quiet, peaceful, silence in that smile.

“Marda” I breathed her name more than speak it, my lips close to her ear, my hot breath stirring the wispy hairs along her neck, that lie behind her ear. Then my mouth begins to explore Marda from her shell like ear, tasting her earlobe, the hollow of the neck, the full firm roundness of her breasts, then the blood engorged nipples. I claiming them for my own, as I suck one in between my lips, a suckeling, pulsing action, and then I rake with my teeth, nibble, and tease it until Marda is driven half crazy with lust.

My tongue traces a wet, slick line from her breasts to her naval, then downs to her “Venus mound.” I nuzzle my nose in that soft downy hair, breathing in her musky sent. I nip playfully at the sensitive tendon that connects thigh to hip.

“Your beauty is unparallel in the entire world Marda,….Oh how you please me, by just letting me serve your needs.”

I place a pillow under the small of her back and tilt her pelvis up to me. I allow no time for Marda to recover from the sensations that are washing over her inexperienced body. My hot eager tongue splits her labia, giving it a merciless tongue lashing. Marda’s legs are over my shoulders giving my complete and unobstructed access to her most private parts.

My fingers find Marda’s nipples and I roll them , pull at them, using my thumb and forefinger, as I suck her swollen clit in across my teeth.

 

[Merelan]

In desperation I bite at my lips, twisting and writhing. Wanting to break free and make him take me. But not wanting this torment to end. His lips, like fire spread across me. His tongue leaving a path of flame that burned into my very soul. Arching, crying almost screaming for more as he teased and taunted me.
“Your beauty is unparallel in the entire world Marda,….Oh how you please me, by
just letting me serve your needs.” Serve my needs? Then serve them. Oh God. I was burning up, a fever uncontrolled ran through me, pulsed in my veins. I would die here at his hands. My body expire in this heat, barely able to breathe. Only half awayre of his moving the pillow, why? Then I realized why. As his mouth covered me. In one yell I was lost, tumbling into an abyss I had only dreamed of, read about, yet dragged, by his teeth even further, my hands wrenching free and clawing at the sheets. Gaining, then loosing their grip. Legs first spread wide, then wrapped around him.

 

[cgraven]

Madra’s orgasm sweeps the last vestige of the shy, innocent, ungainly, girl away as she breaks her bonds and desperately claws the at the sheets in a futile attempt to hold on to any reality. Her legs embrace the new sensations that threaten to devoir her.

She is torn between the life she knew and the one dawning; with a soul rendering climax that shuck her from the souls of her feet, to the hair on her head. Her body arched in a trembling bow on the crude mountain bed.

I lay there my jaw aching from the three hours it had taken to wring this final orgasm from Marda. I was exhausted . I kissed her gently.

“Your are free know in more ways then one Marda, my love”

I was soon asleep.

 

[Merelan]

His words in my ears as I drifted off, but first pulling him up to me. Instantly his arms wrapped around me, and we slept. I awoke later. My bladder telling me I better find the bathroom. After washing and waking more fully I stood, watching him sleep. He looked peaceful, calm. An angel. My angel. Pulling on the flannel he had first handed me I poked around. Finding eggs, bacon, coffee. I was starving. Starting an omelet with some peppers and onions and cheese also. Frying the bacon, as quietly as I could. But even so, I turned and there his eyes were. Watching me.
"Do you mind? I was hungry, and thought, well."