Lynn's Awakening
written by:
John Canuck

Lynn's Awakening

Copyright 2009 by John Canuck

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All rights reserved.

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What the hell am I doing here?

Lynn couldn't shake the thought that she should just turn around and quietly retrace her steps, and yet her feet remained frozen in place on the dirt path. Within her consciousness, years of moral conditioning, nurtured by her strong Christian upbringing, fought against some other more basic need. In other circumstances, her strong sense of character may have prevailed and set her feet in motion in the opposite direction. But she did not expect to be face-to-face with such lustful images while walking along this particular path this morning and the scene caught her off-guard, allowing her more basic sexual needs to come to the surface. Even as her inner voice told her that this was wrong, she peered around the tree to take in the scene that played out only a few yards away.

The early morning light shone underneath the canopy of leaves, making the couple standing there appear as if a spotlight was highlighting their private encounter, laying it on display to the world. At first glance, it would seem that the young lovers were engaged in an innocent embrace, the boy gently kissing at the girl's neck from behind as the fresh spring breeze blew through the nearby branches. Upon closer inspection, though, the scene was much more heated. With their backs towards the sun, it almost seemed like they were in a strange dance, slowly swaying to some unheard music. As they turned in profile, it was apparent there was more than just a little gentle kissing happening.

With his arms wrapped beneath her ribcage, the boy slowly stroked across her bared tummy, grazing one hand slowly along the waistband of her running shorts as the other rubbed up along her side, working its way under the white t-shirt towards the underside of one breast. The girl offered no resistance, letting her arm reach around and pull his head down towards her neck, while the other hand could be seen reaching around and pulling his hips tightly to her behind. Their clothes appeared to be moist with perspiration and clinging to them. It's too cold outside, Lynn thought, to be just from the weather. They must have been working up a sweat recently, and not just from the current steamy course of action. As they continued with their rest break, their hands began to wander. His left hand began to cup her breast underneath the shirt, while the fingers of his other hand slowly slid underneath the waistband of her nylon shorts, creating a noticeable bulge in the front. As her hips flexed, searching for the welcome intrusion, her hand moved from its job of stroking his butt and slid between them, returning the favour by rubbing the prominent bulge in his shorts. With the two of them stroking and fondling each other's privates, their bodies began to writhe in a primal dance, twisting and undulating as hands stroked and desires escalated.

As the couple swayed and gyrated, Lynn continued to observe them from her hiding spot behind the tree, enthralled by the action, but also curious as to the identity of the duo. Just as Lynn's frustration at not knowing started to get the better of her, the girl gave a gasp as her partner's hand finally fulfilled its destiny and brought her to the height of pleasure. At that moment, the two managed to twist their bodies so that their faces looked straight into the morning sunlight, revealing their identities. Another groan escaped the girl's lips simultaneously with Lynn's gasp of recognition....

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The morning had started with the promise of a beautiful day ahead. What better way, Lynn thought to herself, to get the weekend started off right than to get out and have an early morning walk. She had promised herself that she would do everything possible to keep to her routine that she had established through the previous winter, so the best thing would be to find some paths that would make for a good morning power walk. She knew that there were good paths around; she had seen her neighbours walking, jogging, even cycling past their cottage in previous years, but had never taken the time to really explore them before. But now, with her fitness regimen firmly in place, she had the opportunity to get out and make a plan for her summer workouts during those times that she was at their summer getaway.

As she finished putting her good walking shoes on, Lynn ran down the safety checklist with her daughter one last time: "Now remember, keep away from the stove and the knives, and stay in the cottage. The walkie-talkie is right there on the counter; if you need anything, you know how to use it. You've got some cereal, and if your brother wakes up, you can get him a bowl."

"He knows how to get his own cereal," Meg grumbled.

"True, but you're in charge, and if he needs something, you need to help him out. You're the older sister, but that doesn't mean you get to be bossy. You've had your babysitting training, so pretend he's a kid that you're being paid to look after. Play with him or at the very least, keep the peace until I get back."

"Fine." Meg was already deep into her Nintendo DS.

"Don't worry; I'll only be gone for about an hour at most. Most likely Nick won't even be up by the time I get back..."

"I said fine." Twelve turning seventeen, Lynn thought, with the attitude to go right with it.

"...which reminds me, what the heck are you doing up so early this morning? Back home I can barely drag you out of bed in the morning, and that's normally an hour later."

"Couldn't sleep with the racket of all those birds squawking outside my window," Meg mumbled as she attached her ear buds to the headphone jack of the DS.

"Yeah, that's much worse than the scream of sirens and horns blaring that you manage to sleep through in the city," Lynn said, more to herself than Meg, as by this point Meg had already put the ear buds firmly in place in her ears and was in her own world. Whatever, Lynn thought, then did one last self-check before heading out the door: walkie-talkie, water bottle, pedometer, sunglasses, keys... yep, all set.

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As she stepped out into the crisp morning air, Lynn could physically feel her spirits lighten. Yes, this is perfect, she mused. No worries, no deadlines, no bickering kids; just me, out there alone, exploring Mother Nature... who could ask for anything more? After a few moments of lightly stretching her hamstrings on the porch, she was off.

Lynn truly loved coming up north to their summer cottage, but up to this point she had never taken full advantage of exploring the area. This year, she resolved, she was going to change that. The kids were starting to get old enough to be able to look after themselves for an hour or two here and there—enough time to give her the 'alone time' that she needed and deserved. At home, it seemed like there was rarely the opportunity to stop and take time to herself from her work and the usual chores around the house. But last fall, she made a commitment to herself that she would take time each day to do whatever it took to keep her sanity. As it turned out, that time ended up being used for her workout regimen. At first, that was the last thing that she expected she would want to do with her precious spare time. However, as the weeks passed and she began to feel healthier and see the results of her labours, it became a passion and was no longer an optional activity. In her youth, she had been an active competitive swimmer, even knocking on Olympics' door in her prime, but a back injury put that dream to rest. With two kids and many years of relative inactivity since then, she had begun to think that her youthful body had become a relic of the past. But now, her whole attitude had changed as the pounds began to fall away and her previous trim physique reasserted itself.

Winding her way through the well established footpath along the northeast bank of the lake that their cottage rested on, she could hear the waves occasionally lapping against the stony shoreline. It was a bit of a breezy morning, especially right next to the lake, but that would calm down later on in the season. There were times during the summer that the lake was as smooth as a mirror. Lynn sometimes wished that she were more artistic, as the view from their cottage deck looking across the lake looked like a scene you'd see on a postcard. Ah well, she thought... I'll leave the artistic endeavours to John.

John was her husband of twelve years, but partner for over twenty. As high school sweethearts, they had been through lots of ups and downs along the way. Right now, it was tough to say where they were at: up or down? While there was still a lot of love between the two of them, there was also a lot of time spent apart recently, and it was beginning to take its toll. John had always been the artistic one; it was one of the things that had attracted him to her. Many a love song had been written by him to capture her heart, and it worked. An amazing singer and pianist, John had dreamed of making it big in the music scene some day. But as the years went by and nothing seemed to pan out, he resigned himself to working a "normal" job. He had dabbled in a number of areas, but ended up recently working in human resources at a small software company. Just when he had resigned himself to never doing anything with music again, an old band mate called him up out of the blue, needing a good keyboardist for a new group. While hesitant to get his hopes up, the band already had a number of gigs set up on weekends in NYC and a fresh new agent that was promoting them like crazy. With a very understanding employer and some vacation time built up, this was too good to pass up, and Lynn gave him her blessing to give this group a shot. Now, she was beginning to wonder if she had made a bad decision. While she never felt like she could refuse him the shot at his dream, they had a different life now: a life with kids, jobs, and responsibilities. Plus, she couldn't seem to get over the fact that his music had always been a special part of their relationship; now, it was very distant and separate from her life, and it made her sad in a way that she hadn't anticipated.

Feeling the loneliness creeping in again, Lynn put a new burst of energy into her step, as if to try to outrace the lonely feelings and let them fall behind. It's not as if he's never around, she reasoned. It's only a couple of weekends now and then, and when he's at home, he's very attentive. This has given him a new lease on life, and who am I to take that away?

With her spirits somewhat lifted, Lynn rounded the northern tip of the lake with new energy. She started to become absorbed in the sounds and smells around her. At home, in the city, she would have been just as happy to lose herself in own personal soundtrack on her iPod while blocking out the chaos around her. But up here, it seemed wrong to be listening to canned music; the sounds of nature in spring were thrilling, a luxury not to be missed. So many bird calls, rustles in the leaves, breezes whispering through the trees. Some might call it cliché, but the sound really did have a calming, uplifting effect on her soul.

Grabbing her water bottle from the harness on her belt, she took a quick drink and checked her distance on the pedometer. Just shy of a kilometre, she had already been hiking for almost twenty minutes. Much slower than her typical pace in the city, Lynn chastised herself, but then again, this was a lot hillier and rougher terrain than she was used to walking. Even with these paths being well worn by hikers, bikers, and ATV riders, there were still plenty of large rocks and roots to navigate around.

ATVs... they were a bit of a mixed blessing up here. With no roads big enough to bring cars into the area, ATVs were one of the only ways to get around the lake quickly by land. Of course, everyone on this private group of lakes had their own boat and dock. If they didn't, there would really be no practical way to get supplies and themselves from the main road at the south end of the lake to and from the cottages. These lakes were very secluded, which is one of the things that drew Lynn and John to the area: the opportunity for some privacy. There was a good sense of community amongst the cottage owners on these lakes; families would often meet and chat for hours at the pub in the marina on the southern tip of the main lake, and there were many community events such as picnics and parties that were organized throughout the summer. However, if you wanted to, there was more than enough opportunity to just shut yourself in and not see another soul for weeks. Of course, you can only do that for so long, especially when you have two young kids; thus, the need for ATVs. While great for getting around the lake so that the kids can visit with friends, they can be dreadfully noisy on an otherwise peaceful day, and there had been more than one close call on the well used trails between riders and pedestrians. Lynn and John had tried to instill a sense of respect for others in their kids, making sure that they were aware of their surroundings, giving hikers lots of room on the trails and slowing down as they passed them. Unfortunately, they could only instruct their own kids, and there were a few teenagers around the lake that delighted in racing on the trails. This was one of the reasons that Lynn decided to start breaking a few walking trails of her own... trails that were even enough so that she could walk or jog on them without too much difficulty, but too small for the vehicles to navigate.

With that thought in mind, Lynn turned around and started her journey back towards the cottage. If she planned to find some new paths and still get back within an hour, she would need more time on the return trip. Retracing her steps, she kept an eye open for possible paths away from the beaten trail, tending to look to her right, toward the lake. The main trails tended to be further away from the lake, as the land was higher, flatter, and safer for the ATVs to navigate. However, she thought there might be some opportunities to create some trails close to the shoreline. Within a couple of minutes, Lynn saw a nice opening and started to head toward the lake. Very quickly though, she started to regret her decision; the ground around here tended to be a lot spongier, almost marshy in places, and her running shoes started becoming wet and caked in mud. However, at this point she was committed, and there was really no point in heading back to the main trail, so she trekked onward.

As Lynn started to approach the lakeshore, conditions started to improve, and she found some natural pathways through the trees that would make a great trail. Note to self: avoid that marshy area in future hikes! Very likely, even that area would end up much drier once the summer arrived, but why risk it. Very soon she ended up on a path that skirted close to the lake. She could hear the waves lapping, and at this time in the morning, the loons were wide awake and calling to each other. This is perfection, Lynn thought. Rounding the northern tip of the lake again, she realized that she would soon be approaching their neighbour's cottage. The Smiths were a nice family—big, but nice. There were six kids in the family, ranging from 6 to 20 years of age. It was very convenient; the younger to middle-aged kids were in the same age range as her two kids and got along well with them, and the older kids had been very handy as babysitters in past years. In particular, the eldest girl Crystal had been a fixture at their cottage for a couple of years, when they first bought the cottage four years ago. She would babysit the kids almost every Saturday night, giving Lynn and John the chance to get out, mingle with other neighbours, and generally feel like normal human beings instead of just parents. Her younger sister Jessie had taken over babysitting duties after Crystal got a regular part time job in the nearest town. She should be done her first year of college by now, Lynn thought. Quickly doing the math in her head, she thought Crystal should be turning nineteen in September, based on her kids' ages.

As she caught sight of their cottage, Lynn started to cut her trail away from the lake so that she would walk behind the cottage. Not that there were a lot of hard and fast rules about where you could and could not walk in this area, but Lynn still felt that walking between a neighbour's cottage and the shoreline would be the same as cutting across their front lawn, and Lynn just could not bring herself to do that; her mother had taught her too well! As she skirted the backside of the cottage, she was surprised to see that some lights were on inside. Lynn figured that it being early on a Friday morning at the beginning of May, there were not likely to be very many other cottagers up yet. Lynn had decided to take an extra day off work and make a long weekend of it, so she and the kids had arrived late last evening. She fully expected that they would be the only ones around for the day, until others started arriving later that evening. Oh well, I'll have to stop by later today to say hi, Lynn thought, as they had not seen each other since the previous fall.

Rounding the far side of the cottage, Lynn started to cut towards the lake again. The trees on this side were a bit more sparse, and the sun was shining brightly now, cutting through the early morning chill. Lynn could feel her loose t-shirt start to cling to her skin as she got warmer from the workout. About five minutes along, Lynn came to a creek that was just a bit too big for her to cross without totally soaking her shoes, so she started to wander inland, looking for a spot that would allow her to continue. About fifty metres from the lake she found a good spot to cross and hopped over. Not sure of which way to go now, she started to head back towards the lake again. At least in this way, she knew she couldn't get lost; just follow the shoreline back to her place.

As she cut in a diagonal path, moving towards the lake and back to the cottage, Lynn thought she heard a couple of voices, but couldn't see anyone. As she continued along, she approached a clearing in the trees close to the lake, and soon spotted the source of the conversation. She was about to call out to them, but some instinct forced her to keep quiet and stay out of immediate view behind the large pine tree in front of her. At first, her reaction was to just take a moment to find out the identity of the people before bursting in on them, but that decision to stop had now rooted her feet to the ground as the action unfolded in front of her and became more intimate. With each moment that she stopped and stared, it became even harder to make a move.

The couple stood facing the lake, appearing to be enjoying the serenity of the scene in front of them. The boy had his arms wrapped around the girl from behind, slowing swaying, enjoying the peacefulness of this shared moment. Lynn could see that the boy was tall, probably just over 6 feet, but still very slight in build. He hadn't quite grown into a fully mature man, but was obviously on the brink, somewhere in his late teens. Lynn kept thinking, if they would only turn a bit, I could see who it is and then make myself known. But even as the couple faced away from her, it became very clear that the action was becoming very heated, very quickly. Lynn could hear little gasps and moans from the girl, causing Lynn to listen more intently. As she stood peering from behind the tree, she pushed her sunglasses up on her head and unconsciously leaned forward to try to catch more of her voice. As she tried to determine the owner, the sensuality of it all started to invade her being, and she felt her body responding. The couple turned in their private dance, and as Lynn watched their hands dance across each other's bodies, her own hands began to mirror their actions, instinctively stroking her own skin in time with the lovers' caresses.

Standing slightly in profile now, Lynn could see the boy's face, but didn't recognize him. Handsome boy, she thought; almost reminds me of my previous swimmer boyfriend. But the girl's identity still remained hidden. While her body came into view, a long curtain of hair hid her face from Lynn. She could see the boy run his hands along her side, slowly working its way under her t-shirt. He repeated the action for a long time, slowly stroking and rubbing her bared tummy and ribs, without going any further. As Lynn watched and caressed her own midriff, she could feel a fire starting to burn in her belly, along with a small pang of jealousy. The girl's body was gorgeous, better than Lynn's in her own youth... bitch!

The boy's agonizingly long attention to her middle seemed to be driving the girl crazy, as her hips slowly swayed and she began to rub her butt against his crotch. She eventually reached back with one hand and pulled herself even closer to him, grinding into him forcefully. Finally, as if this was a green light from his partner, his one hand slowly made its way up to her firm young breast, and yet still just teased at the underside of the mound. Meanwhile, his other hand got in on the action and started to graze along the waistband of her shorts. In her mind, Lynn could hear herself screaming out to him, "Just do it!" Apparently, the same thoughts were crossing the girl's mind too; her hands were suddenly on top of his, guiding them to where she needed to be felt. While one hand covered his hand under her shirt and moved it to cover and squeeze her breast, the other hand grabbed his other wrist, forcing his hand down into her shorts and between her legs. As soon as his hands found their intended goals, the girl moved her hand behind her and began to rub his hardening member, trapped between the two of them.

By this time, Lynn's sense of propriety had lost the battle, and her libido had taken over. As the boy continued to stimulate his partner, Lynn's own hands began to work their own magic on her body. What started as gentle touches and caresses became firm, determined pleasuring. The casual grazing of her fingertips over her nipples became strong pinches, rolling the large nubs through the fabric of her t-shirt and sports bra. Her other hand began to work insistently against her own sex; she could feel the tremendous heat and dampness of her pussy radiating through the smooth fabric of her spandex walking shorts. As she got further and further into her own pleasure, the reality of the situation dawned on her: here I am, in the middle of the woods, rubbing myself while spying on some other young couple... what in the world am I doing?!? But at that point, it didn't matter; in spite of her straight-laced upbringing, this just felt good and right. For the first time in a long time, she began to feel free, uninhibited, and truly alive! However, her clothing was beginning to make her feel a bit constricted. Lynn couldn't quite get the stimulation she craved with the tight sports bra in place. Moving her hand underneath the hem of her loose workout t-shirt, she pushed the tight undergarment up and over her full breasts, and massaged the newly bared skin. Lynn could just imagine John's reaction if he saw her right now. A dyed-in-the-wool tit-man, he'd always loved this particular part of her body, and she took secret pleasure in his adoration of her chest. After feeding two children with them, her breasts nicely filled a D-cup bra, up from the C-cup she had been before becoming pregnant. As she squeezed and massaged them, she could feel jolts of pleasure going directly to her crotch. John sucking on her nipples was a surefire way to get her to cum, and as she pinched her nipples, at first gently rolling them, and then squeezing them tightly, she could feel her orgasm beginning to build.

As her desire continued to elevate, Lynn returned her gaze to the young duo that had ignited her passion. The girl's hips were now beginning to buck and roll with pleasure; obviously the boy had found her trigger points and was making all the right moves. At some point he had managed to release the front clasp of her bra, and Lynn could see that she had gorgeous breasts; beautiful, pale, firm melons sat high on her chest, without a hint of sag to them, topped by the cutest pink nipples imaginable. I used to look like that, back when I was about 15, Lynn thought. But instead of feeling jealous or depressed, Lynn felt a connection with the girl, a special kind of kinship to her. This echo from her past made Lynn's heart beat even faster. As she listened to the girl's groans get louder, Lynn could feel her own breathing get husky, and she caught herself, consciously slowing her breathing down, trying to make sure that she was not noticed. This was in part due to some lingering sense of shame at being in this scenario and not wanting to get caught, but more so because she did not want her private show to stop... at least not before she found out the identity of the girl.

Lynn noticed the girl's breathing change. Her moans had changed to high-pitched squeaks and squeals, increasing in tempo. Lynn knew the girl was about to go over the edge, and increased the stimulation on her own body in an attempt to arrive at their destination at the same time. However, one thing was keeping her from reaching her goal: the identity of the girl. Lynn couldn't tell if it was just because she had become so connected to her through this voyeuristic experience, but she had the overwhelming sense that she knew this girl, and it was driving her nuts not to be able to see who it was. Throughout the entire episode, the girl's long curtain of wavy, auburn hair kept her face out of view. It was beautiful long hair, falling to her shoulder blades, the kind that Lynn had always dreamed of having but could never achieve. Her own hair was too fine and easily damaged by the huge amounts of chlorine exposed to it throughout her youth. The longest she could ever grow it was enough to just reach the bottom of her neck, and most times she just kept it in a stylish short cut. But this girl's hair... it was like a curtain of fire, the way the sun reflected off it. Much as she admired her glorious mane, though, at the moment it was a huge annoyance. Just turn a bit more this way, Lynn thought....

At that moment, the girl's breath caught in her throat, her body stiffened, and she seemed paralyzed by her climax. After what seemed like an eternity, a large gasp escaped the girl's lips and her body collapsed in the boy's arms. As she fell, the two of them twisted around so that they now faced Lynn, which brought a gasp of shock and surprise to her lips... it's Crystal!

As soon as she realized that her gasp had been quite audible, Lynn ducked behind the tall pine, hoping that she had not been heard by the couple. Her hands were now frozen to her sides, trying to make herself as small as possible behind the tree. Lynn's mind was spinning: "Please don't find me here" seemed to be running in an endless loop through her mind. While her hands had moved away from her breasts and pussy, she could still feel her overly sensitive nipples rubbing against the inside of her shirt as she fought to control her heavy breathing, and she noticed for the first time the aroma of her own heated sex rising up to her nose, overpowering the scents of the forest around her. As she stood there, frozen and awaiting her fate, her mind seized again on the erotic images of the girl that she had seen grow up into a beautiful young woman. It was almost surreal to think of her in such terms, and yet, she knew as she was growing up that Crystal was a very attractive girl and would be getting lots of attention. And now, the evidence was right there in front of her, and about to bite her in the ass!

Time seemed to stand still as Lynn waited for some kind of signal, either that she was caught or that she had not been noticed. Maybe they hadn't heard me, she thought. As she stood still and listened, she could hear all kinds of sounds around them; the birds were wide awake and singing, squirrels were chattering, the breeze was rustling the leaves in the tree branches above them, and there was a constant drone of small waves breaking against the rocks lining the shore just a few metres away. Finally, she heard her answer, coming from Crystal's partner:

"Oh god, that feels amazing."

Lynn let out a slow sigh of relief and felt the tension and anxiety melt away. For a minute or so, she just listened to the couple from behind the tree. She could hear little groans and comments of approval from Crystal's friend, and what could only be described as occasional 'wet noises'. Lynn could imagine what was likely happening, but her need to confirm her guesses led her to once again slowly peek from behind her hiding place.

In the time that Lynn had been trying to not be discovered, Crystal and her friend had moved things along significantly. Crystal's shirt and bra had been removed, and they now protected her knees from the bed of old leaves and needles on the forest floor. In front of her, the boy stood with his shorts and underwear still wrapped around his ankles. His back was turned to Lynn, so all she could see was his bare behind, with Crystal's head bobbing away in front of him. Lynn couldn't see anything else, but it was pretty obvious as to what Crystal was doing—and she seemed to be doing a pretty stellar job at that! Lynn could see Crystal's hands occasionally grabbing and squeezing one of his butt cheeks, while the other hand appeared to be helping her with her oral administrations. All the time, he kept grunting incomprehensibly, and the sucking and licking noises that Crystal was making were getting louder. Lynn was absolutely captivated by the action. She had never been very enthusiastic about giving head, but this girl seemed to be a master at it. Maybe she had been missing out on something...

Lynn continued to watch, and even though she couldn't see very well from her position, the action was still incredibly hot. Lynn quickly resumed pleasuring herself again, this time pulling her t-shirt right up so that her tits swayed out in the open breeze. The cool air on her sweaty skin caused her areolas to crinkle and her nipples to stick out like bullets. The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. Something about being exposed like this out in the open air made her feel full of sexual energy, ready to explode at a moment's notice. Her other hand went for the waistband of her skin-tight shorts, but quickly became frustrated as the belt with all of her walking gear attached to it got in the way of her pleasure. Very carefully, she unclipped the belt and lowered it to the ground, taking care not to let any of the items rattle and give away her presence. Once that was accomplished, she thrust her hand inside her shorts and began to stroke feverishly at her clit. While the tight shorts didn't allow her to have full access to her sex, the tight, stretchy material had the unexpected bonus of pushing her hand hard against her, and she used that elastic force to speed her hand along its way.

With both hands now fully involved, Lynn returned her attention to the lewd scene in front of her. Lynn could see sweat running down the legs of the young man; the moisture on his skin highlighted the lean muscles that tensed beneath the surface. It was obvious that he was on the verge of giving up his load to Crystal, as his groans and breathing began to take on a frantic pace. Lynn could feel herself getting close to her peak as well, but wanted to hold off until she could witness the boy submit to his own orgasm. Crystal's head bobbed frantically, and Lynn could see her breasts jiggling from between his legs. Crystal's hand was now cupping and stroking his balls, trying to coax the seed from them. And then Lynn saw a move that neither she nor the boy expected: Crystal reached around and stuck one of her fingers into the crack of his ass, grazing along the length of his crevice, and then suddenly stuck a finger right up his hole to the first knuckle! He let out a yelp, and instinctively tried to move away, but with his shorts still wrapped around his ankles, he fell onto his back with an audible thud.

"OWWW... What the fuck, Crystal?"

"Are you OK?"

"Where did you think you were going there?"

"Well, I had heard that's supposed to be a turn-on for guys..."

"I don't know where you heard that, but all it did for me was freak me out and make me lose my groove... ow... and probably give me a nice bruise on my ass..."

Indeed, for a few moments Lynn had seen a nice specimen of manhood on him, standing firm and upright, but now it was lying flat on his lower abs, as if the fall had knocked the wind out of his dick. Lynn also noted with frustration that her jets had cooled quite a bit from the interruption... dammit!!

Crystal knelt at her boyfriend's feet and started to giggle: "Aw, has wittle George gone in for the day, or can he come out to play some more?"

Oh my GOD, Lynn thought, this girl is quite the little vixen! With those big doe eyes, full lips turned into a melodramatic pout, and her amazing body half on display, there's no way this girl could fail to get "little George's" attention. If she doesn't get his attention, she can have mine... wait, where did that come from?? Hm, Little George... I wonder if that's attached to Big George...

Lynn's mind seemed to be racing from one wicked thought to another. However, her attention came into focus as Crystal started crawling toward "George". She took hold of his shorts and underwear and pulled them off over his shoes. She then brought his legs together and straddled them. For a moment she just sat on his ankles, slowly grinding her pussy through her running shorts and against his shins while she reached up and ran her fingers through her hair. Her gesture had the effect of lifting her already perky tits even higher on her chest, nipples pointing straight to the morning sun.

"Oh, god...." Lynn heard the words come from George, but it was almost as if he were a ventriloquist's dummy, mouthing the words that were coming from her own lips. With their new position on the forest floor, Lynn was being treated to the most sensual show on Earth, and she felt turned on like no other time she could recall.

"Do you like these?" Crystal asked. She let her hands glide down her face, neck, chest, and then cupping one breast in each hand, offered them to him for his approval. George nodded dumbly as if in a trance. As she continued to ride his lower legs, she squeezed her tit-flesh, massaging the globes and finishing off with a little tweak to each nipple, leaving them fully erect. Her performance had a noticeable effect on him as his cock started to twitch and engorge itself again.

"Oh, so you do like them!" Crystal teased, bouncing each mound in the palms of her hands. Lynn could not get over her potent combination of overt sexuality and girlish charm; while she had obviously blossomed into a beautiful woman, there was still something very fresh and young about her face. The features were all very small and delicate and, without a trace of makeup on, it gave her an almost juvenile look. Nonetheless, Crystal's obvious comfort with her own sexuality gave her an aura that Lynn found impossible to ignore. As Crystal continued to tease her lucky victim, Lynn felt her arousal returning with a vengeance. Lynn once again started to rub and squeeze her own tits that had been swaying underneath her, and her other hand resumed its work on her now sopping pussy. She soon realized, however, that her shorts and underwear were going to be totally soaked if she didn't do something, so after taking a quick (and, she realized after the fact, pointless) glance around, she slid her own shorts down her legs and put them on top of her belt on the ground. Then, feeling somewhat silly with just her shirt and bra pushed up around her neck, she took her sunglasses off the top of her head, whipped off her shirt and bra, and added them all to the pile. Her exuberance at her newfound freedom of baring her body to the open air was only slightly exceeded by her enthusiasm to resume her self-pleasuring while watching Crystal's seduction of her young lover.

Crystal brought her hands down to George's legs and began a long massage stroke up his legs. Using the fleshy parts of her hands, she pushed forward, allowing her hands to glide and knead up the entire length of his legs. As she did so, her own body stretched out so that she lay on top of his lower limbs. Her hands glided up past his rapidly growing member until she could reach his lower abs underneath his shirt, and then started to lightly scratch his belly. George looked down at her and met her gaze. As she locked her eyes on his, she began a long repeat journey up his legs, only this time, it was her breasts doing the massaging instead of her hands. Alternating between pressing her mounds fully against him and lightly dragging just her nipples against his skin, she teased him even further by retracing her path, occasionally drawing circles on his thighs with the swollen tips of her breasts. Lynn tried to mimic the sensations in her own self, alternating feather-like touches of her fingertips against her nipples with full-on squeezes of her whole breast, sometimes using her arms to hug her chest as Crystal pressed her body down against his legs.

Crystal's journey eventually reached its final destination, much to George's visible relief. As she approached her target, Crystal broke her gaze from George's eyes and focused on the hard prick in front of her. Opening her mouth, Crystal slid forward, but at the last minute she dodged, rubbing the cock along the side of her face, and then continuing on so that his dick nestled in her cleavage. Taking hold of his penis, she rubbed it all over her young tits, teasing her nipples with the tip of his cock. Lynn could even see a fine thread of precome connecting his tiny slit to her nipple; with the sun glinting off of it, it looked like a lone spider web. Crystal saw it too, and lifted her breast up to her mouth, licking the bit of moisture from her nipple. Crystal then wrapped her tits around his cock and massaged his organ with them. George let his head roll back and groaned in appreciation. Lynn also let out a small sigh of relief, for she had now returned her hand to the cleft between her legs and was stroking two fingers deep into her pussy. Normally, she would concentrate mostly on the outside of her pussy during those rare masturbatory sessions that she had previously allowed herself. But at this point, her libido was so on fire that her pussy was literally dripping, and she needed something to fill her. It really had been too long since John had filled her with his cock, and she desperately craved it at this moment. But for the time being, her fingers would have to do.

Lynn could see a slick layer of precome at the top of Crystal's chest where the tip of his dick would pop out from between her full melons. Crystal dragged her finger through the liquid and brought it to her mouth, sucking noisily on her finger. Like tossing a hungry dog a scrap of meat, Crystal's need for the real thing suddenly overwhelmed her, and she brought her head down and began to gobble up George's hard bone. George let out a howl, but Lynn couldn't tell if it was a cry of relief or of pain. She soon got her answer as she saw him struggling to lift his hips up in order to pump his cock into Crystal's mouth in time with her sucking motion. Crystal took a moment to move off his legs and crawl in between them. Her hand took over her work on his shaft as her mouth went south, licking at the nut sack that was now out in the open. Lynn could tell that the combination of her mouth on his balls and hand stroking his dick was bringing him close to the edge. The head on his penis was a deep red, and the skin was smooth and tight. George started grunting, and Crystal returned her attention to his dick. Between her hands and her mouth, this girl was working overtime, and her efforts were about to pay off.

Lynn wanted to arrive at her climax at the same time as George, and was now pumping three fingers into her hole as the palm of her hand was literally slapping her clit on every down stroke. With the previous interruptions, her arousal had had a chance to build in stages, and she could feel her peak coming soon, just barely out of reach. She was sure that watching the boy shoot off would allow her to cross the threshold, so she made herself keep her eyes on the scene instead of closing them and retreating into her own world. Come on George, let's see that sucker blast...

Crystal could feel him getting close and began ramming her head down on his shaft like a madwoman, taking the whole length into her mouth. Lynn couldn't believe her eyes; sure, he didn't appear to be huge by any stretch of the imagination, but she was nonetheless impressed by the girl's ability to take the whole thing into her throat. Lynn had never been able to do that without gagging and, to be honest, didn't really care to practise that much. Giving head had never held much appeal for her, but watching this young girl in action sure held her attention now!

George's grunts and groans started to rise in pitch and volume, and his hips were now banging away at Crystal's mouth, oblivious to any possible discomfort he was giving to her. Crystal didn't appear to be having a problem though; she held her mouth in place over his groin and let her hand massage his nuts as they bounced up and down. As he pumped, Lynn thrust her hand into her snatch and brutally twisted at her nipples as she mentally cheered him on. All of a sudden, his rhythm changed, and he pushed his hips hard into the air, before retreating and pushing again. Crystal appeared to choke after the second flex of his hips, but moved her hand to his cock and helped to prolong his orgasm by quickly jerking him off. Hovering over his prick with come dripping from her lips, Crystal took the remainder of his climax in her face, with three more strong spurts of his semen flying up and hitting her in the chin, across her cheek, and one actually shooting straight at her eye. She recoiled at that one, but then she just closed her eyes and dropped her mouth back onto his cock, licking up the remains of his spunk as it oozed out of his dick.

As George's climax started to fade, Lynn's orgasm started to burst forth. Yes, yes, yes, her mind screamed to her as her fingers assaulted her pussy. Just a couple of seconds more.... Her eyes were screwed shut with the intensity of her concentration; with the floor show ending, she replayed the hottest parts in her mind to get her over the edge. Almost there....

Her eyes flew wide open and her body froze as she heard a thin, muffled voice coming from the direction of her feet: "Mom, are you there?"

Oh shit!

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As I said in the header, this is my first submission. I've been working on this story, on and off, for a few months. This is just the opener in an eventual longer work, but I'd like to know how I'm doing before spending too much time on any more. So please, let me know if you enjoyed it!