Nature Girl

Miranda always felt that she was a nature spirit. Perhaps she was a tribeswoman in a former life, living off of the land and living with the land in order to survive.

The reason was irrelevant to her and Miranda never spent long dwelling upon it.

The fact was that she adored nature and she loved being with nature.

She would often take a trip to town and into one of the thrift stores. She would buy a pair of jeans, a top (whose style would vary depending on the season) and an old pair of comfortable worn-in shoes.

Once her purchases had been made, Miranda would drive to her local beauty spot. This was a nature reserve some five miles away from her home, which consisted of ponds, woodland and people. Families on picnics, couples on romantic strolls, walking groups on their weekly tours and people just there to enjoy the beauty and tranquility of the place.

Once in the car park, she would lock the car, hide the keys on top of the rear tyre, praying under her breath that nobody would take it upon themselves to relieve her of her only means of getting home.

Miranda walked across the car park to whichever path grabbed her attention. In her bag, she had a small CD player with tiny portable plug-in speakers. The CD was always the same. The deep, rhythmic drumming of the mystic shaman. As soon as Miranda was on her way, she would stop and take her shoes off, placing them in her bag. She relished the feel of the earth beneath her feet and the feel of the leaves and twigs crunching under her every step.

When she found a suitable clearing, Miranda would take the CD player from the bag, place it on the floor and begin the CD. As the drumming played, Miranda would dance. She would feel her soul connecting with the trees and life all around her and she would take joy in this as she began to remove her clothes, dancing all the while. When her clothes were scattered around her, Miranda's dance became more frantic. Her golden hair flowed around her, the sunlight gleaming through the trees playing with the strands of her hair making it look like Rumplestiltskin's spun gold.

She ran her hands over her body, savouring the feel of her delicate skin, her pubic hair and her hardening nipples. Still dancing, Miranda would begin to masturbate rubbing her clitoris with the rhythm of the music. Faster and faster she would dance, getting wetter and massaging her breasts and sex until, when she could take no more, her legs would weaken and she would fall to the ground crying out her orgasm and bucking her hips to the dying sounds of the drums. She never knew why nobody called the police, people often walked past her but she did not care. She loved showing her beautiful body to the world.

Miranda did her dancing as often as her mundane schedule would allow. Usually, she managed it once or twice a month.

The day things changed began as any other. Miranda took her trip to the charity shop, adorning herself with the essences of strangers in the clothes that she donned. She drove to the woodland, parking up in her usual spot. She had a quick look around to make sure nobody was about and hid her keys in their usual place. Stretching her legs as she got up, Miranda smiled in appreciation of the warm sunlight that caressed her face like the gentle touch of a lover. She closed her eyes and span around, stopping abruptly and walking down the path that was directly in front of her. This was a path that she had not used before, and it excited her as she walked to feel the new energies around her, penetrating her skin and flowing through her blood. She saw wandering people, as always, and smiled at them as they passed each other. Suddenly, Miranda felt the urge to stray from the path and found herself giggling at the memories of childhood stories where young ladies were warned not to leave their path, especially when walking alone or with a male companion. She continued along her way, making eye contact for the briefest moment with a man who made her feel horny just looking at him. He flashed her a grin and she smiled confidently at him and continued on her way.

As always, Miranda knew when she'd found the spot where her dance would take place. She began and felt more aware than ever before. Her senses were at an all-time high as she de-robed and gave herself in to the music. She sensed a presence near her but she couldn't stop her dance now for love nor money.

When he had walked past Miranda, Chris was filled with longing. He'd never felt anything that intense before and knew that he needed to see where the stunningly beautiful woman was headed. He kept just out of her view and when she stopped, he found a place to crouch, secluded in the greenery of a prickly holly bush. He watched with intrigue as she took the CD player from her bag and began the music. His first thought was that she was just working out but it didn't take him long to realise that the whole things was deeper and more profound than that.

When she had stripped down to her panties, and was shimmying out of them, Chris's intrigue had turned to a mesmerised burning desire. He watched as Miranda began to run her hands over herself, pinching her nipples and throwing her head back in ecstasy, her long thick hair brushing the curve of her beautiful, grabbable ass.

Chris adjusted his position so he was knelt on the ground, his butt rested on his heels. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them over his behind, letting his rigid cock stand out. He watched Miranda's hands travel their course down to her pussy and as she began to touch herself, caressing her clit and gently playing with her lips as she danced, Chris's penis cried out to be touched. He gave in. He took his length in his hand and began to stroke the shaft, rubbing his thumb over the head, resisting the urge to close his eyes.

Miranda continued her dance, loving the heat that had begun to burn within her; she knew that soon her climax would take over her body and she would be powerless to resist its force. Her lithe body twisted and turned, making exotic and erotic shapes. Chris watched as he saw woman from a whole new perspective. He took his cock in his hand and began to pick up the rhythm of the drumming and he squeezed and pulled, his body tingling all the while. A moan threatened to escape him and somehow he managed to hold it in, tuning it into a savage growl, making him feel wild and big. His speed increased again now as Miranda fell to her knees masturbating furiously all sense of the music forgotten. Chris watched Miranda fingering her pussy and wished desperately that he was inside her, he imagined what she would feel like, how tight she would be, how her hair would smell and how hard she'd fuck. He heard her cry out and as she began to flick her hips in the throes of her orgasm, Chris moved so he was kneeling up and rubbed his free hand over his balls, gripping his solid cock and gasping as the friction and the sight of the goddess before him tipped him over the edge. His cum spurted out in a jet; the force of his orgasm was so strong.

Miranda lay on the ground, stroking her inner thighs all too aware that there was someone hiding and watching and had been enjoying her has much as she had enjoyed herself. She smiled as she stood and began to dress. Chris stayed where he was, recovering his breath, watching the woman slip herself back into her clothes. She packed her things away into the bag and with a flick of her hair and a knowing smile she walked away.

Chris waited for a few minutes until the trembling in his legs had abated. He covered himself up, zipped his fly and crawled out of the bush. Slowly, he walked over to the place he had seen Miranda dance. In the centre of her area, marked by a ring of disturbed leaves, was a pair of white lacy panties. The same ones he had seen Miranda dance her way out of not long ago. Chris bent and picked them up, checking to make sure nobody was about. He held them to his face, feeling perverse but loving it, and inhaled Miranda's scent. It was incredible and somehow, just as he had imagined it would be.

He slipped the knickers into his jeans pocket and made his way back to the car, a smug little grin playing about his mouth as he strolled.

©Xowie Brandt 01/03/2007