Hi, we're new. Looking for honest opinions etc. on my first attempt at erotica. It's not done, but it's a start. Thanks in advance.
Ominous clouds engulfed the sky, hiding the morning sunrise. *A steady rain fell upon this heavily wooded area of Vermont.
Amongst the towering trees sat a small, yet cozy, cottage. The constant pitter-patter of rain echoed off the bedroom window sill, like a well orchestrated symphony. The quiet forrest amplfied the morning shower waking Missy Simms.
Missy was a young woman in her early 30s. She was the very definition of beautiful. Her hair was short and brown. Her eyes a mesmerizing hue of green. Her body was tight from head to toe with quite possibly the perfect shape and size breasts. Not too big where they'd *sloppily fall out of her loose shirt or, yet, not so small that a lady would easily be confused with a 12 year old boy. Nope, they were as perfect as you could get.
Missy was a shy reserved beauty. *Her humble backwoods upbringing was the golden rule by which she lived. She really knew no different.
A quick glance to the alarm clock stunned Missy. For it read 6:30 am this creature of habit had awaken from bed no later than 4;30am for the last 20 years.
She sprung up quickly, realizing or berhaps better yet, agonizing over the many animals, which she inherited over the years through countless ways, needing to be fed. This sudden burst of motivation once again reminded us that Missy was an extremely innocent and modest person. As she jumped from bed, one of her perfect tits slipped from her sleep robe. Its nipple a picture of beauty in its own.
She spent the next hour of her morning tending to her animals or as she called them, "her babies."
As if Mother Nature was taunting sweet Missy, the rain stopped. She was covered in mud from chasing after numerous animals ensuring they each were fed.
She removed her soiled nightie and tossed it on the front porch. At that very moment, the clouds parted just enough to allow a lone ray of sun through. Right out of a Hollywood script, the sun's light shined only upon the completely nude body of Missy. It was as if the sun were a spotlight being purposefully manipulated for this exact purpose.
Nudity outside the privacy of her home was nothing new to Missy. Even though her cottage was equipped with indoor facilities, she used only the toilet and never used the shower. Instead, she bathed in a natural hot spring located a half mile away. Every day she made the trip free of clothing. Ensuring that her clothes would not be dirtied by the mud around the spring or by Lincoln, her horse that she rode to the bathing spot.
That's right a modern day Joan of Ark, so to speak. A young, stunningly beautiful, completely nude woman riding a musclular beast through the woods. An erotic mental image if ever there was one.
Upon arrival at the spring Missy dismounted Lincoln and dove head first into the warm waiting water.
As if in slow motion, she emerged from the spring. She whipped her head back freeing her rosy cheeks of her wet brunette hair. Warm water trickled down her neck as if it were seeking the quickest route to her firm perfect breasts and rock hard nipples.
The contrast of the water and the mild morning air created a rather pleasureable sensation. She lightly pinched her erect nipples. Missy let out a soft moan. She could feel her clit begin to swell and her pussy moisten with her juices.
She slowly slid her right hand down her smooth wet body. Stopping only when she had reached her engorged love button. She massaged her clit between her index and middle fingers, sending a shutter through her body. She moaned loudly. The tempo of her fingers increased as did the amount of fuck juice dripping from her cunt.
She was breathing heavy. Her knees buckled as she screamed wildly. She pulled her body from the water onto a flat rock at the water's edge. Covered in moss, the rock provided a soft natural bed for her flawless body.
Missy, all the while, continued to pleasure herself. Once settled upon the rock, she slipped her finger inside her wet hole. In and out, slid her finger slowly increasing the pace. Another finger joined. She threw her hips in the air, tightening her perfect ass and clenching her firm round cheeks.
Ecstasy filled her body as she diddled her pussy to a body rocking orgasm. "Oh fuck yes," she screamed over and over, louder and louder. Until she could no longer handle her own touch. She collapsed on the rock exhausted from her self-pleasuring.
With her masturbation session complete, Missy grabbed the soap and shampoo that she left in the crack of a *rock adjacent to the spring. She worked up a thick lather and washed the smell of sex from her body.
She mounted Lincoln and galloped back to her home. It was 10:30 am and she did have work to do. Missy grew the most gorgeous flowers which she harvested and sold to several retail outlets. However, she always kept the best and prettiest for the market in town.
She did this for two reasons. The first being that it was her hometown market, a place she had known her whole life. The second being the market's owner. His name was Jay, a tall, thin man with short blonde hair and what Missy believed were the most beautiful blue eyes ever.
Once and sometimes twice a week Missy delivered her flowers to Jay. She had made this transaction countless times over the past 6 years. Yet, everytime felt like the first. For the market owner set her heart a flutter. Her attraction to him was strong. *However, Missy never shared her feelings with anyone and Jay incredibly never saw the signs.
"Good day Miss Simms," stuttered Jay, who couldn't take his eyes off the beauty before him, specifically her perfect breasts. Her visits always made him anxious. He was enamored by her beauty and captivated by her personality.
"Hello to you fine sir," replied the beauty with a big smile.
A bead of sweat trickled from the shop keeper's forehead. He then clumsily complimented, "You look mighty titty today Missy."
"Pretty!!! I meant pretty," he shouted while turning bright red with embarassment.
Missy smiled widely and giggled. She was incredibly turned on by the thought of Jay's eyes undressing her. In fact, her bathtime masturbation earlier was fueled by erotic thoughts of the very man before her. Seeing her opportunity, Missy took the comment and used it to her advantage.
"That's going to cost you," she deviously replied. "I demand you join me at my place this evening. 7pm sharp."
"It'd only be fair, if I brought dinner and wine too " said Jay.
She agreed and finished her business at the shop. Quickly heading out the door, she waved before continuing on to finish her other deliveries.
Jay was ecstatic. He had long dreamed private evening with Missy. Overcome with anxiousness, he told his workers he was leaving for the day, garnering a sarcastic cheer. It was a reference to the fact that their boss never left early or missed a day of work against their many urgings. He grabbed two bottles of wine and headed home.
It was 2pm, but Jay felt the need to begin getting himself ready for the night. He disrobed and threw his clothes in a heap on the floor. He stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. His cock was semi-hard, a lingering side-effect from the encounter with his dream girl an hour earlier.
He ran his fingers through his pubic hair. It was a mix of fine light brown and blonde hairs in a natural state. He grabbed a pair of scissors and trimmed the hair. Not yet satisfied, he grabbed his razor and gel. He shaved the pubes from his thighs, shaft, balls and taint.
He tugged at his freshly shaven balls with his right hand. The sensation instantly made his prick rock hard. He squirted more shave gel into his hand and began to slowly stroke himself with it. Naughty thoughts of Missy filled his head. He jerked harder and faster, occassionally flicking his swollen head with his thumb. He moaned in pleasure as he rocked his hips back and forth. His balls filled with cum. He stroked faster and faster. A drop of precum escaped from the head of his cock. He moaned louder this time accompanied by some choice words. With one last tug, he exploded into the toilet shaking from the self-given orgasm.
After several minutes he regained the strength to proceed getting ready for the evening ahead.
Back at Missy's cottage the smell of fresh flowers filled the air. Perhaps a subtle reminder of the beauty who lived there. She too was getting ready for the evening.
As previously mentioned, Missy had never used her indoor shower. However, due to the day's floral deliveries she didn't have time to use the natural spring.
She turned the shower nozzle to warm and pulled it towards her to let the water flow. The pipes rattled loudly as they filled with rushing water. The water forcefully sprayed from the shower head.
The beauty reached her hand out into the water. The temperature felt perfect to her touch. She removed her clothes, once again baring her perfect nude figure. She reached for her razor and shave gel and ducked behind the shower curtain.
After immersing her head in the warm water, she worked a rich lather of shampoo and conditioner into her hair. The suds ran down over her gorgeous breasts and perfect ass before the water washed them away.
She worked the shave gel into a thick foam encompassing her pubic region. Missy lifted her right leg onto the edge of the tub, stretching her skin from thigh to snatch. She ran the razor blade across her pubic mound. Leaving behind a freshly shaven, smooth trail. She continued the process until her pussy was completely bare. For if the evening were to go her way, her crush would definitely be exposed to her naughty bits.
While tempted to masturbate, Missy restrained herself. The idea of Jay's touch was worth the wait in her mind. Afterall, she was already running behind and with that exited the shower.
She dressed and lit candles throughout the cottage. It was 6:55. A friendly knock at the door echoed throughout her home. Jay had arrived.
She slowly opened the door with a sultry smile. Jay stood on the stoop, flowers, wine and dinner in hand smiling back rather happily.
Missy invited her guest in. She took the flowers from him and gave him a kiss of thanks on his cheek. He placed the food upon the table and asked her if she had a wine opener.
"But of course," she replied.
Ominous clouds engulfed the sky, hiding the morning sunrise. *A steady rain fell upon this heavily wooded area of Vermont.
Amongst the towering trees sat a small, yet cozy, cottage. The constant pitter-patter of rain echoed off the bedroom window sill, like a well orchestrated symphony. The quiet forrest amplfied the morning shower waking Missy Simms.
Missy was a young woman in her early 30s. She was the very definition of beautiful. Her hair was short and brown. Her eyes a mesmerizing hue of green. Her body was tight from head to toe with quite possibly the perfect shape and size breasts. Not too big where they'd *sloppily fall out of her loose shirt or, yet, not so small that a lady would easily be confused with a 12 year old boy. Nope, they were as perfect as you could get.
Missy was a shy reserved beauty. *Her humble backwoods upbringing was the golden rule by which she lived. She really knew no different.
A quick glance to the alarm clock stunned Missy. For it read 6:30 am this creature of habit had awaken from bed no later than 4;30am for the last 20 years.
She sprung up quickly, realizing or berhaps better yet, agonizing over the many animals, which she inherited over the years through countless ways, needing to be fed. This sudden burst of motivation once again reminded us that Missy was an extremely innocent and modest person. As she jumped from bed, one of her perfect tits slipped from her sleep robe. Its nipple a picture of beauty in its own.
She spent the next hour of her morning tending to her animals or as she called them, "her babies."
As if Mother Nature was taunting sweet Missy, the rain stopped. She was covered in mud from chasing after numerous animals ensuring they each were fed.
She removed her soiled nightie and tossed it on the front porch. At that very moment, the clouds parted just enough to allow a lone ray of sun through. Right out of a Hollywood script, the sun's light shined only upon the completely nude body of Missy. It was as if the sun were a spotlight being purposefully manipulated for this exact purpose.
Nudity outside the privacy of her home was nothing new to Missy. Even though her cottage was equipped with indoor facilities, she used only the toilet and never used the shower. Instead, she bathed in a natural hot spring located a half mile away. Every day she made the trip free of clothing. Ensuring that her clothes would not be dirtied by the mud around the spring or by Lincoln, her horse that she rode to the bathing spot.
That's right a modern day Joan of Ark, so to speak. A young, stunningly beautiful, completely nude woman riding a musclular beast through the woods. An erotic mental image if ever there was one.
Upon arrival at the spring Missy dismounted Lincoln and dove head first into the warm waiting water.
As if in slow motion, she emerged from the spring. She whipped her head back freeing her rosy cheeks of her wet brunette hair. Warm water trickled down her neck as if it were seeking the quickest route to her firm perfect breasts and rock hard nipples.
The contrast of the water and the mild morning air created a rather pleasureable sensation. She lightly pinched her erect nipples. Missy let out a soft moan. She could feel her clit begin to swell and her pussy moisten with her juices.
She slowly slid her right hand down her smooth wet body. Stopping only when she had reached her engorged love button. She massaged her clit between her index and middle fingers, sending a shutter through her body. She moaned loudly. The tempo of her fingers increased as did the amount of fuck juice dripping from her cunt.
She was breathing heavy. Her knees buckled as she screamed wildly. She pulled her body from the water onto a flat rock at the water's edge. Covered in moss, the rock provided a soft natural bed for her flawless body.
Missy, all the while, continued to pleasure herself. Once settled upon the rock, she slipped her finger inside her wet hole. In and out, slid her finger slowly increasing the pace. Another finger joined. She threw her hips in the air, tightening her perfect ass and clenching her firm round cheeks.
Ecstasy filled her body as she diddled her pussy to a body rocking orgasm. "Oh fuck yes," she screamed over and over, louder and louder. Until she could no longer handle her own touch. She collapsed on the rock exhausted from her self-pleasuring.
With her masturbation session complete, Missy grabbed the soap and shampoo that she left in the crack of a *rock adjacent to the spring. She worked up a thick lather and washed the smell of sex from her body.
She mounted Lincoln and galloped back to her home. It was 10:30 am and she did have work to do. Missy grew the most gorgeous flowers which she harvested and sold to several retail outlets. However, she always kept the best and prettiest for the market in town.
She did this for two reasons. The first being that it was her hometown market, a place she had known her whole life. The second being the market's owner. His name was Jay, a tall, thin man with short blonde hair and what Missy believed were the most beautiful blue eyes ever.
Once and sometimes twice a week Missy delivered her flowers to Jay. She had made this transaction countless times over the past 6 years. Yet, everytime felt like the first. For the market owner set her heart a flutter. Her attraction to him was strong. *However, Missy never shared her feelings with anyone and Jay incredibly never saw the signs.
"Good day Miss Simms," stuttered Jay, who couldn't take his eyes off the beauty before him, specifically her perfect breasts. Her visits always made him anxious. He was enamored by her beauty and captivated by her personality.
"Hello to you fine sir," replied the beauty with a big smile.
A bead of sweat trickled from the shop keeper's forehead. He then clumsily complimented, "You look mighty titty today Missy."
"Pretty!!! I meant pretty," he shouted while turning bright red with embarassment.
Missy smiled widely and giggled. She was incredibly turned on by the thought of Jay's eyes undressing her. In fact, her bathtime masturbation earlier was fueled by erotic thoughts of the very man before her. Seeing her opportunity, Missy took the comment and used it to her advantage.
"That's going to cost you," she deviously replied. "I demand you join me at my place this evening. 7pm sharp."
"It'd only be fair, if I brought dinner and wine too " said Jay.
She agreed and finished her business at the shop. Quickly heading out the door, she waved before continuing on to finish her other deliveries.
Jay was ecstatic. He had long dreamed private evening with Missy. Overcome with anxiousness, he told his workers he was leaving for the day, garnering a sarcastic cheer. It was a reference to the fact that their boss never left early or missed a day of work against their many urgings. He grabbed two bottles of wine and headed home.
It was 2pm, but Jay felt the need to begin getting himself ready for the night. He disrobed and threw his clothes in a heap on the floor. He stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. His cock was semi-hard, a lingering side-effect from the encounter with his dream girl an hour earlier.
He ran his fingers through his pubic hair. It was a mix of fine light brown and blonde hairs in a natural state. He grabbed a pair of scissors and trimmed the hair. Not yet satisfied, he grabbed his razor and gel. He shaved the pubes from his thighs, shaft, balls and taint.
He tugged at his freshly shaven balls with his right hand. The sensation instantly made his prick rock hard. He squirted more shave gel into his hand and began to slowly stroke himself with it. Naughty thoughts of Missy filled his head. He jerked harder and faster, occassionally flicking his swollen head with his thumb. He moaned in pleasure as he rocked his hips back and forth. His balls filled with cum. He stroked faster and faster. A drop of precum escaped from the head of his cock. He moaned louder this time accompanied by some choice words. With one last tug, he exploded into the toilet shaking from the self-given orgasm.
After several minutes he regained the strength to proceed getting ready for the evening ahead.
Back at Missy's cottage the smell of fresh flowers filled the air. Perhaps a subtle reminder of the beauty who lived there. She too was getting ready for the evening.
As previously mentioned, Missy had never used her indoor shower. However, due to the day's floral deliveries she didn't have time to use the natural spring.
She turned the shower nozzle to warm and pulled it towards her to let the water flow. The pipes rattled loudly as they filled with rushing water. The water forcefully sprayed from the shower head.
The beauty reached her hand out into the water. The temperature felt perfect to her touch. She removed her clothes, once again baring her perfect nude figure. She reached for her razor and shave gel and ducked behind the shower curtain.
After immersing her head in the warm water, she worked a rich lather of shampoo and conditioner into her hair. The suds ran down over her gorgeous breasts and perfect ass before the water washed them away.
She worked the shave gel into a thick foam encompassing her pubic region. Missy lifted her right leg onto the edge of the tub, stretching her skin from thigh to snatch. She ran the razor blade across her pubic mound. Leaving behind a freshly shaven, smooth trail. She continued the process until her pussy was completely bare. For if the evening were to go her way, her crush would definitely be exposed to her naughty bits.
While tempted to masturbate, Missy restrained herself. The idea of Jay's touch was worth the wait in her mind. Afterall, she was already running behind and with that exited the shower.
She dressed and lit candles throughout the cottage. It was 6:55. A friendly knock at the door echoed throughout her home. Jay had arrived.
She slowly opened the door with a sultry smile. Jay stood on the stoop, flowers, wine and dinner in hand smiling back rather happily.
Missy invited her guest in. She took the flowers from him and gave him a kiss of thanks on his cheek. He placed the food upon the table and asked her if she had a wine opener.
"But of course," she replied.
