It was one of those
very unusual Northeast Februarys that only come once or twice in a lifetime.
Instead of being wintry, or even unseasonably cool, the weather at one o'clock
in the morning was a balmy 68 degrees Fahrenheit.
Ramona was standing outside her cabin, without even so much as a jacket to cover her clothing, absorbing her surroundings in disbelief. The air felt warm and close. Droplets of moisture played about her face as the heavy mist kissed her cheeks. Ramona spun around with her long arms stretched wide, allowing the drifting fog to settle upon her skin. Its unnatural warmth felt eerie. Her long, black hair lifted outwards as she spun, sending a damp caress along the back of her neck. Her nipples puckered through her clothing and she shivered a bit, once again standing still, allowing her spinning mind to come down from its high. Reaching over, she picked up her lantern and ventured forth to the edge of the woods, embracing her desire for adventure.
She quickly found an entry point, an opening in last season's brambles, and moved boldly onwards. With her lantern slicing a glowing path through the mist, she moved her way over to the hundred-year-old oak tree, a spot where she often sat on summery days, contemplating life. Her mind would wander as she sat, by her tree, her playful fingers sometimes satisfying her own needs, as she imagined lovers past and lovers yet to pleasure.
She had never come here at nighttime, though, and the thrill of a new experience draped itself around her. The heavy fog glistened along the twigs and branches, throwing back the light it captured to help illuminate her travels. After making her way over the leaf-strewn forest floor, she finally came to her favorite tree and plunked her bottom down on the flat granite stone at the base of the old oak.
What new sounds would she hear through this mist? Surely there were different woodland creatures mucking about in February. Certainly, insects were not yet an issue, she thought, quite relieved. She breathed in the mist deeply, filling her chest with new aromas and sensations. She stretched out her legs, one at a time, and leaned back against the massive trunk of the tree. Closing her eyes, Ramona began to lose herself in thought, and didn't notice how the billowing mist began to suck itself closer, becoming denser and denser, surrounding her and her friendly oak.
Ramona's eyes sprang open, interrupting her meandering thoughts, as she felt her hair catch on something behind her. It tangled her hair so completely, she found it difficult, if not impossible to turn around. She then noticed how unbelievably thick the fog had become, obscuring most of her vision, despite the glow of her lantern. She tugged harder, trying to pull herself free, but found she was held firmly, unable to move, or even get up.
As Ramona struggled, she heard a strange noise behind her. It was a viscous sound, a sound of motion, as if she could hear the sap running up the huge trunk behind her. The air around became thick and warm, and her nose detected a faint smell of fireplace smoke. All at once she felt her top being lifted over her shoulders from behind, exposing her small round breasts to the balmy night air. Her nipples instantly stiffened, in spite of her mixed emotions, and the surprise of it all caused an immediate tug and tightening, as she felt her excitement coaxed from down below. Then she heard the voice.
It was a deep, liquid, and masculine voice – at once powerful, yet warm and gentle. Its vibrations enveloped her soul, surrounding her thoughts, and calmed her nerves. She relaxed back into the tree to listen to the voice.
"I have looked upon you over many afternoons, savoring your company."
Limbs from the tree reached around from behind her to caress the sides and front of her breasts. She gasped, startled, but with definite pleasure at his touch. The branches felt smooth and polished, silken but firm. He lingered, wiggling her nipples, causing a new flood of moisture to dampen her thighs.
"The masterful mist has enabled me to enjoy your bounty – as in the past, you have enjoyed my shade."
His slender woody tips crept down her body, slowly, savoring the feel of her warm, living skin. The sensation was unreal, yet wonderfully erotic. As she felt his exploring, unique touch, she realized nothing she had ever experienced before had felt this incredible. Ramona closed her eyes and began to lose herself in the moment. She felt herself tingle as her oaken lover traced delicate lines along her belly. Lifting her hips, she lowered her remaining clothes to allow him better access to her inviting warmth. Another branching limb reached down and began to softly stroke her curly mound. She wriggled at the sensation, quivering, as one wooden finger lightly brushed past her clit, igniting her excitement. He toyed playfully with her bouncy breasts while he teased and stoked her fires below. She could feel her aching desire build. The sensations were becoming more intense. She felt her orgasmic bliss overtake her, shaking her world from within, her liquid passion spilling over to soak the ground beneath her.
Suddenly, a huge root erupted from the ground and the golden mist quickly circled around it. The oaken protrusion was at once clean and glistening. It ventured slowly up her leg, allowing her to feel its enormous length and girth. She tensed in anticipation and longed for completion. Ramona was intrigued. She sensed the probing member testing her waters, seeking to gain entry into her world. She opened her legs wider and invited her oaken lover inside.
Ramona felt a powerful warmth envelope her body, as the thrust of his unusual phallus filled her, satisfying even unknown desires. He pumped furiously within her, taking her body and mind to places she had not yet explored. The rush was tremendous, his touch sending sparks of arousal throughout her body. She felt the strong crest of another orgasm overtake her. Her waves of pleasure rocked her body and soul. Once again she smelled the scent of charring embers as she felt the ground shake and heave beneath her. She heard an energetic rumbling and felt her lover sharing in her incredible orgasmic experience. The final thrusts of his firm root squeezed the last of his seed within her. He slowly withdrew from her warmth, returning to his earthen home.
Her strong, tender, forest companion slowly retracted his branched arms from around her body. She sat up slowly, her loose hair flowing softly in the warm breeze. Pulling on her clothes over her humming, satisfied skin, she heard her lover's voice for the very last time.
"Thank you for letting me share in your world, if only for a moment."
Ramona approached the trunk of her wondrous tree, wrapped her arms around it, and held it, lovingly, for a long time. The air soon became cooler, with the sun peeking out of the eastern sky and the marvelous mist thinning out amongst the morning air currents. She found her lantern, now burned out, and made her way back up the trail to her cabin. As she reached the clearing, she turned to look back toward the forest, once again unsure.
Had it been real? Perhaps it only had been a dream, a fantasy. She couldn't be sure any more. Her body still trembled and she shook her head. Then she smiled, the warmth of the morning sun's rays promising to keep all her secrets.
Into
the Mist
by
peppercorn
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Thu, 25th March, 2010
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