Memories of the forest gradually returned to me…
I felt pine needles under my feet. I heard the noise of rain in the tops of the trees. Felt the smell of fir -trees and flowers. I remembered the night sounds of the forest… Monotonous singing of wood frog, a cry of owls, crying of small living creatures in its claws.
The memories were sharp as fragments of a mirror. Nothing happens. It’s just that time takes. I felt fear. Fear of unknown. But there was something else… This is freedom.
It smelled of smoke in the air. The sun was closed by clouds. I heard people in the forest. They were still here. They were looking for me.
At night I continued my senseless wandering. I’m tired and could no longer go. I fell asleep.
The night was full of endless suffering. Sleep was replaced by glimpses of consciousness. I felt bad. So bad that I could not think about it. Clouds went down from the mountains, and streams of icy rain poured to the ground. Thunder thundered, lightning sparkled. I fought on the ground, remembering what was with me. The flash behind the lightning flash cut the clouds, burning the air. Thunder verse, silence reigned. When the thunderstorm ended, the forest was filled with a loud rustling of foliage, along which cold drops of rain flowed down.
I woke up and could not remember what I was doing here. I should have been in a warm bed, and not in a cold forest. But I forgot about everything when I saw him.
STRANGER…
It had blue jeans and a black leather jacket. Even through the blurred look, he looked amazing. His blond hair gets wet from the rain. Drops of water flowed down the face. The stranger had unusual blue eyes. Their color was associated with me with a clear winter sky, reflected in the very thin ice of just frozen water. He knelt down near me, and I saw his blue eyes very close.
– Are you okay? – He asked in a soft voice.
I nodded, holding back. I was afraid to hear my voice, not wanting to show weakness before him. He stuck his strong hands under me and easily lifted. Then he got up and went along the path leading to the forest. He easily stepped over the bushes, carrying me in his arms. The rhythm of his steps put me to sleep. We went to the tent. He bent down and lowered me near the fire. Then he sat next to him.
– What is your name? – he asked.
– I… I don’t know… I don’t remember, – I answered with a trembling voice.
We sat near the fading fire and were silent. He understood that I did not want to talk about anything. A road lamp was burning in his tent. The soft light created coziness and warmth, but I knew that when the flame would go out, it would be cool, because the night was raw and cold.
I thought about him. About what will happen next. There was only one sleeping bag in the tent. The stranger was ahead of my thoughts and invited me to climb into him.
I went into the tent, took off my shirt and sneakers. The opened sleeping bag lay nearby. I went into it. Then he also climbed into the tent and lay down next to the inflatable mattress.
– I’m cold, – finally insolent, I said.
In fact, it was warm and dry here.
– If you want, I will lie with you, ”he answered tiredly.
Waiting for this answer, I nodded, and he climbed into the bag, which turned out to be very roomy. He lay on his back and closed his eyes.
I felt a wave of excitement running through the body. I could not restrain myself and carefully ran a hand through his hair. He did not move, and seemed to hold his breath. I slid my hand over his shoulder, and he, intercepting her, pulled further under the sleeping bag, covering his body on his chest. My fingers felt warm skin, and I felt firm muscles when he ran my hand over his stomach. He seemed to tell me an impulse, the road, moving along which I could give him a maximum of pleasure. He allowed me to slide down. I unbuttoned the zipper on jeans and put my hand inside, gently stroking the pubis.
With my whole being, I felt how much I excite him. Apparently, he was very embarrassed, but he did not dodge my affection. Gently hugging him, I pressed his chest against him. Finally he turned around, and our eyes met. He succumbed to my desire and allowed to caress his body. I lay on him and began to cover with kisses. I kissed his mouth, stripping my tongue deeply. My lips dug into his chin, throat, slowly dropping down. And so they touched his penis. I gently caressed him with my tongue, deeply immersing in my mouth. In the thoughts of the stranger, they were confused by excitement. I drove him crazy.
Then I went to him again and, raising my head, looked into my eyes. I burned with the desire to feel it in myself. He smiled and kissed me. At that moment, I felt him entered me, gently emitting a hoarse. His hands literally drove me crazy. With my whole body, I leaned towards him and groaned when he made another push. We shouted from passion while in the arms of each other. His slightly hairy chest was covered then. Another impulse and… He began to reduce the pace. On his lingering moan, I realized that he had finished. Having kissed him again, I lay on his chest. Exhausted, we fell asleep almost immediately…
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