A Walk in the Forest by Marianne (c)2009
written by:
Marianne

Note: this story is more romance then anything else. It could also be described as a sort of ghost story. This story just sort of popped into my head so I thought I'd write it down. As always, your comments, good or bad, are welcome.

Marianne

A Walk in the Woods

by

Marianne (c)2009

It was early summer and the days were getting longer. John and I had picked up some fast food for dinner. I got a salad and juice, he got burgers and fries. He suggested we have a picnic at a spot he knew of out in the country. I had gone out with John twice before and he seemed nice enough, so I agreed. He didn't really turn me on, but he at least he didn't turn me off.

I should explain, I was probably the only virgin left in my senior high class. At eighteen, I probably should have been enjoying myself, but I just hadn't met the right guy for that special first time. The guys I met and went out with were all so horny it just turned me off. John was going into his sophomore year at college, but he didn't seem to have the maturity of a college man yet.

I don't want to sound conceited or anything, but everyone tells me I'm hot. I think I'm just average, but I do take care of myself, work out regularly and watch my diet, mostly. I'm five-four, thirty-four b, twenty-two waist and thirty-one hips. I have long trim legs and I wear a size six shoe. I keep my brown hair short go with my somewhat boyish face.

I love it when men look at me, but not when they drool. I hate it when guys get pushy. I want to be seduced, not raped. I should also mention I have a black belt and on more then one occasion I've had to use my fighting skills to fend off aggressive wannabe lovers.

John is a good-looking guy I met through a mutual friend. He's medium height and build. His dark hair and deep-set dark eyes off set his baby face look a bit. He seems a little stuck on himself, but I write that off to insecurity. So far, the only topic of conversation has been his fraternity.

John drove about five miles north of town on a country highway and turned down a dirt road through the woods. Instinctively, I took note of the name of the road. We drove for a long time. It was a good thing we were in a jeep, because a regular car would never have made it.

When we reached the very end of the road it opened up onto a meadow. In the distance you could hear cattle calling. Bees buzzed amidst the last of the spring wildflowers that were still in bloom.

He retrieved an old blanket from the back of his Jeep and spread it on the ground. John had obviously been here before. He came prepared. We ate and talked about nothing in particular.

After we'd eaten, John put his arm around me. He gave me a gentle kiss, but that kiss soon got aggressive and his hand shot up my shirt and grabbed my boob. He forced me to lie down and tried to pin me by kissing me and laying on top of me. My adrenaline started to pump and I pushed him hard and then struck him in the nose with the heal of my hand, just to show him I meant business.

Apparently, I hit him a little harder then I wanted to. His nose started to gush blood. He saw the blood and got really angry. "You sorry bitch!" he yelled. I got up and prepared to defend myself but he just picked up the blanket and held it to his nose. He ran to his Jeep and drove off leaving me stranded.

I sat for a minute and contemplated my situation. I realized I was going to have to walk out of there and get to the highway before dark. As I started to walk down the road, I spotted my purse. John had apparently thrown in out in anger. Some of the contents had spilled out onto the ground. Fortunately, my cell phone was still in its pocket. I pulled it out and opened it - no bars. So much for "Can you hear me now?"

As I walked, I kept opening the phone, hoping to get at least one bar - no luck. Finally I came to what appeared to be a driveway. I looked down the hardly-worn path and saw a barn or cabin or something. The light was fading fast, so I knew I had to get help soon. I turned up the driveway and walked toward the cabin.

As I walked toward it, I saw the cabin was a neat little barn-like structure, maybe twelve feet by twenty. It had a cute little front porch with a rocking chair. It was located in a meadow that surrounded it with wild flowers.

I approached the cabin warily. Someone appeared to be seated in a rocking chair. From several yards away, I yelled "Hello."

The person turned with a start. "Hello," he replied with a kind smile.

"Can you help me? I'm stranded and my cell won't work. Do you have a phone I could use to call for help?" I asked.

"No, no phone here. I can't stand the damned things. Come on up and we'll see what we can do." he said.

His voice was kind and very non-threatening. Nevertheless, I was glad I'd earned my black belt. At least I'd have a fighting chance if he turned out to be a creep.

One thing I'd learned in marshal arts classes is to never show fear. Fear is what a predator looks for in his prey. I mustered all the courage in my soul and mounted his stairs, hopefully showing courage and self-reliance.

The man stood up, he was big, very big from my perspective. Well over six feet and about two hundred lean, well-muscled pounds. Karate or no, he could crush me in an instant. His clinging tee shirt revealed a massive chest and lean abs. The bulge in his jeans suggested he was strong in other areas as well. His eyes told me he found me attractive. I suppose my eyes told him the same thing.

He held out his hand. "Hi, Jacob Keith."

I introduced myself and shook his strong work-hardened hand. His grasp was firm, but not "macho". It reflected a gentle soul.

"Sit and let's talk a minute," he said.

I took a seat at the top of the stairs while he settled back into his rocking chair.

"I'd give you a ride, but my truck is in the shop." He said

"I guess I'll just have to continue to walk," I said and started to get up. The sun was fading fast so I knew I had to get moving.

"That's not a good idea. The woods are full of packs of feral dogs. City folks drop unwanted dogs off here and they form packs. It's dangerous to walk after dark and it'll be dark soon." He said.

"You can stay here until morning and then I can walk you out. I'm safe. I'll take the couch and you can have the loft." he said.

"You're sweet, but I couldn't impose like that. I don't even know you." I said.

"Sure you do, I'm Jacob Keith and if you give it an hour or so I'm sure we'll be good friends," he said.

His smile was so convincingly sincere, I just agreed to stay. I guess deep inside I really wanted to stay.

We stepped inside the cabin. It was neat and clean and surprisingly well furnished. An over-stuffed leather couch dominated the living room. There was no other seating in the room. A heavy coffee table that appeared to be home made from planks and logs completed the living room furnishings. Dozens of small paintings, mostly abstracts, a few nudes, and a few landscapes dotted the walls. All of them were signed "Jacob K."

"You're an artist?" I asked.

"I just dabble when I'm board," he said with a smile as he turned on some soft music.

"You're very good and you know it. Don't be coy with me mister." I said.

He smiled. "Thank you."

We sat on the couch, listened to music and told each other our life stories. That took about an hour.

Jacob stood up. I'll bet you'd like to clean up before bed. Before I could say anything he went up the ladder to the loft. He returned with a pair of his shorts and a white tee shirt.

"Here, you can wear these tonight. Obviously they won't fit, but it's the best I can do." he said.

I looked at the shorts and they had a drawstring. "They'll do fine." I said with a smile.

He took my hand and led me to a corner of the kitchen area where there was a drain in the floor. There was a metal watering can with a spout like you'd use in a garden filled with water. "I don't have a shower yet, so what you do is get naked and pour water over yourself from the can. Soap up and pour it again. I'm afraid it's the best I can do. I'm going out back and build a fire. Let me know when you're done and bring the can."

As the door closed, I took off my clothes and "showered" as he had instructed. It was a little spooky bathing in the kitchen like that. I wondered if maybe there was a peephole somewhere and I was being watched. The cool water actually felt good. It was so soft it almost felt like lotion when I soaped up. I was glad I have short hair and a shaved pubic area. That made it much easier to dry off when I was done.

When I'd finished, I put on the shorts and tee shirt he'd given me. The shorts extended past my knees and the tee shirt went almost as far. I felt like a little girl in my big brother's hand-me-downs.

When I stepped out the back door, Jacob was sitting on a log in front of a raging campfire drawing on a sketchpad. I accidentally knocked the water can against the doorframe. He turned to see me descend the stairs. He smiled broadly, "You're adorable in those clothes you know. You make them look a lot better then I ever could."

This was the first comment he'd made that could even remotely be construed as a come-on. I know I blushed and I couldn't think of anything to say. Watering can in hand, I walked up to him.

"Can I see?" I asked and pointed at the sketchpad.

He handed me the sketchpad. I was shocked. It was a portrait of my face, a very complimentary portrait at that. It was a kind and loving rendering that almost brought me to tears.

"I hope you don't mind. I don't get many models out here, so I have to take advantage when I can," he said.

"I don't mind," I choked.

"If you'll wait here I'll go get cleaned up. I'll just be a few minutes," he said.

I watched as he took the watering can to a large tank at the back of the house and filled it. My tummy churned at this damned attractive man, old enough to be my father, yet a real hunk.

While he was inside bathing, I studied the portrait he'd drawn of me. There was so much more then just my likeness. It's like he captured my very soul. It wasn't just that he'd captured me, he captured the person I want to be.

When he returned he was dressed the same as me - shorts and a tee shirt.

He sat down next to me. "Can I get you to sit on that log over there. I'd like to do a full body portrait," he said. His eyes smiled.

I walked over to the log he'd indicated. "How do you want me to pose."

"Just sit naturally as you would if you were alone watching the fire," he said.

"Clothes on or off?" I asked. A huge knot formed in my stomach. I don't know what made me ask that. I'd never been nude in front of any man, other then my GYN.

"It's up to you. Either way you'll be nude on paper. It's just a matter of how much imagination is going to be required on my part," he said.

"In that case..." I said as I removed the tee shirt. I had to fool with the drawstrings on the shorts and finally I got them untied and let them drop to my ankles. I stepped out of the shorts and bent to pick up the clothes.

"No, leave them where they are please. Just take a seat on the log." he said.

I did as he asked and seated myself facing the fire. I drew one foot up on the log and wrapped my arms around my leg while the other foot was down. The warmth of the fire felt good against my front. It contrasted with the cool night air at my back. I posed for about forty-five minutes, I imagine, before he told me he was done.

I'd grown so comfortable, that I forgot about being naked when I walked over to see how it had turned out.

He looked up at me. His expression was melancholy. "You're a beautiful young woman you know. You have a beautiful soul. Keep that and you'll be beautiful forever." he said.

Suddenly, I became aware of my nakedness and quickly scrambled to find the nightclothes he'd given me and put them back on.

"Time for sleep, don't you think?" he said.

We walked to the cabin. Once inside he said, "I'll get your bed ready." He climbed the ladder to the loft. Before I could stop him he had the sheets stripped and was putting fresh ones on.

"Can I help?" I asked

He just smiled as I made my way to the other side of the bed. When we'd finished I looked him in the eye as I dropped the shorts to the floor. Next I stripped off the tee shirt. As I pulled the covers back I said, "I wish you'd sleep with me tonight."

He smiled and pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts, exposing a magnificent phallus that hung half way to his knees, or so seemed. He slipped into bed with me. His hand found my tight tummy as his lips found my lips. He kissed me passionately. My head spun with desire, desire to have him take me. He caressed my torso, slowly working his way up to my breasts. I was mad with desire to have him touch and taste my aching breasts. As his mouth took one breast his hand took the other. My breast felt small in this man's huge hand, but his touch drove me wild with desire for more. My pussy ached for attention, yet it was a joyful ache.

As he nibbled and sucked, I reached down to fondle his dick. My hand felt small in relation to his dick, and still it was only half hard. My pussy quivered with desire while my stomach churned with fear. I thought to myself, other women have survived this, I can too.

Suddenly he was on top of me, my legs spread wide to accommodate him between them. He kissed my cleavage and then gradually lower until he came to my clean-shaven mound. He licked and tasted me, driving his tongue into my pussy and driving me mad with desire. He licked my swollen clit before sucking it between his teeth. Something was building inside me, like I'd never felt before. Sure, I'd pleasured myself with my fingers and on occasion with a makeshift dildo. But this was different, larger - more intense.

"Let me taste you, Jacob." I told him.

He re-positioned himself over my torso. Soon I felt the head of his semi-hard dick at my lips. I sucked and licked and then sucked that tip, tasting the pre-cum on the tip of my tongue. I sucked hard, drawing his dick into my mouth like a massive noodle. I felt it throb and grow in my mouth until I choked.

"Are you okay?" he asked as I coughed.

"I'm fine. Fuck me Jacob. Fuck me hard." I said, surprising myself. I never talked that crudely or used the "F" word. Something inside me had snapped, however, and all I wanted was for Jacob to impale me with his dick.

I drew my legs up, knees in the air and spread wide. He spread my pussy with his thumbs and bent down for a last kiss. His cock was hard now and ready to relieve me of my burning desire. He penetrated me an inch, maybe two, spreading my pussy like never before. He backed off and then penetrated me a little deeper. His patience was driving me mad with desire. Finally, a mighty thrust and he drove all of himself into me. We laid stock still for a few moments while I adjusted to he feeling of his massive cock inside my body. We started to fuck slowly at first, as I grew dizzy the intensity increased. He'd pull almost all the way out and then slam me over and over again. Involuntarily, I countered his thrusts with thrusts of my own until finally my consciousness faded as I enjoyed the animal pleasure spreading throughout my body. I convulsed and shook, I could feel my nostrils flare as I gasped for breath.

I heard groans emanating from above as Jacob rammed himself into me. Over and over again until with a mighty last thrust, he drove every inch into me a blasted me with hot cum. Filling me. Overflowing down my ass and on to the fresh sheets.

Without speaking another word we laid side by side holding hands. For the rest of the evening we dozed and we fucked, fucked and dozed. I fucked him from the top and he fucked me from behind. I sucked his dick and he licked my pussy. We did all the things I'd ever dreamed about.

The next morning, I climbed down the ladder to find him in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I sat at the table and watched as he cut apples oranges into slices. After we'd eaten, he cleared the dishes. He lifted me and sat me on the table. He stripped me of my nightshirt and laid me down with my legs hanging. He got his sketchpad out and drew for about thirty minutes before taking a seat between my legs. He licked and nibbled me into an oblivious state where only sensation mattered then he stood up and fucked me hard. I came almost instantly and then again and a third time before he finally blew his cum into me.

I rested for several minutes. Wordlessly, he took my hand and led me to the bathing area. He raised the watering can over head and showered me with cool water. I shivered as he gently scrubbed me from head to toe then from heal to head. He rinsed me off and handed me a towel. While I dried myself he bathed himself and then toweled dry.

I found my clothes and dressed. He dressed in the loft and came down. Hand in hand we left for town.

Epilog.

After seeing me to the end of the driveway, we spotted an SUV with a light bar and markings on the side. It was a ranger in a forest service truck. We waved him down but when he stopped, I looked around and Jacob had disappeared. I explained to the ranger what had happened with John and he saw me home safely,

I never saw Jacob again. We both knew our special time together had been a one-time thing. A few months later I was at college. My mother called and said she was forwarding a package to me from a J. Keith that had been delivered to the house. When I got it I opened it and found a beautiful framed watercolor rendering of the nude drawing he'd done of me by the fire. He also included all the sketches he'd done. My favorite is the one of me on the kitchen table. I'm recognizable in all but the watercolor. There was no return address on the box.

I hung the watercolor over my bed in the dorm. One day a friend of my roommate's that was majoring in art came in and noticed it.

"My God," he said. "That's an original Jacob Keith?"

"Is that good?" I asked.

"Good, since he died the value of his work has increased ten fold. His prints sell for five hundred at least. This one is an unknown, at least I've never seen it."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "When did he die."

"About ten years ago. He was killed in a plane crash." he said

When I came home for Christmas I drove out to his place. It was boarded up and a realtor's for sale sign stood at the end of the driveway. I called the realtor and all she could tell me is that it was being sold by a bank in New York for an anonymous owner and had been on the market for almost ten years.