Favorite Aunt - Ch. 9 free porn video

There be Forest Nymph’s here!

The shower tub just fit the two of them as they washed each other. The lukewarm water refreshed their skin and state of mind. The day outside was in the nineties already and the humidity was over eighty percent. The cottage didn’t have central air conditioning but each room had a window unit in it and a wall unit in the living room similar to the ones found in hotels. Once the cottage was closed up, the A/C units did their job pretty good. The bathroom didn’t have one but the overhead vent was powerful and drew the moisture out and the cooler air from the rest of the house in.

As each washed the other, they enjoyed the caressing and touching but didn’t want to go any further. Both were tired and just wanted to enjoy the loving caresses of the other. Exiting the tub-shower, they dried the other off with gentle pats and allowed the moisture to just evaporate. The cooling effect was nice as Jean still looked a bit flushed from the experience while Ben sat on the toilet seat lid. Jean sat in his lap to dry her legs and feet then turned and gave him a warm slow loving kiss of immense affection. The gesture wasn't lost on him. He enjoyed these kisses tremendously and thought they were his favorite kind.

After the kiss of kisses, Jean stood and hung her towel on the rod on the back of the door. Then she left the bathroom to him and went into the bedroom to put on a cover-up before heading to the kitchen to fix drinks. Ben finished drying his legs and feet but didn’t feel the energy to stand again. A couple of minutes later he decided he’d better or she’d come in thinking something was wrong. He did stand up but not without his right knee popping and exploding in a brief but intense pain. The pain shocked him awake fully and he realized his old injured "trick" knee was aggravated by kneeling on the hard floor in front of the couch. He tried to relax it and gently straightened it out to stretch the tightness in the muscles. Putting some weight on it, he tested it for stability then flexed it again. Satisfied it wouldn't buckle, he put his weight on it. He turned slowly and hung his towel over the shower curtain rod to dry and headed to the kitchen.

After changing into his gym shorts, he went into the kitchen and noticed Jean wearing a blue Japanese floral silk kimono that reached only to mid-thigh. Coverings like this on her started his imagination engine again as the view was all too enticing. She moved about with fluid motion and grace. She was so comfortable around him it pleased him she didn’t show any reservations at all with him, even when not making love.

He sat down at the kitchen table and watched her move about. Her body was lithe, supple, soft and moved with a grace and elegance that only a sensuous woman could. She stopped before him to hand him his drink before he noticed she was standing in front of him. He realized he was staring at her legs. He openly took her visage in as he looked up to find her with a grin on her face.

"Like what you see?" she asked as he took the glass from her, their fingers touching briefly.

"I see what I like." He replied. She giggled and sat down in the chair across from his. He frowned but thought the view was better since her kimono was now mostly open exposing her cleavage and much curvature. The frown disappeared as quick as it came. He watched her sip her tea as she looked at him over the rim of her cup. He took a drink of whatever was in his glass and looked at her doing the same.

"I can't get enough of you mister." She said dreamily. "I don't think I will ever get enough. But I can't help but think about how long this will last." Her expression turning a bit sad.

"What do you mean?" Ben asked.

"I mean I can give you what you need Ben. I just can't give you what you want." She said staring into her teacup. He gave her a puzzled look. "Does that scare you any? I mean, does it put you off that I want you so much and can't give you the kind of life you really want?" She sighed and looked off into space as she took another sip of her tea.

"I think what you're saying is that I'm unable to get what I want out of our relationship? I don't figure. What could I want more than you?" He said frowning.

"I'll not look like this forever Ben. One day you'll wake up and realize you've been screwing an old bag of door knobs. I'll be an old woman all used up. I know you really want someone you can share the rest of your life with. To build a family and grow old together with. When I lose my vitality and looks, will you really be happy for the rest of your life?"

"Don't try to scare me away lover. You’ll not be rid of me that easily." He said. She looked at him with marked concentration and narrowed her eyes. She pursed her lips and set the tea cup down.

"Oh!" she said in mock concern in an imitation of Scarlet O'Hara. "Whatever do you mean sir? Will I be the fair maiden of your dreams or the harlot of your fantasies?" The effect was convincing with her natural southern accented speech. He responded in character.

"Nothing to worry about my dear. Not that long ago we loved a fierce love. A passionate love. But, a horrible demon of ill repute has returned to force his weakness upon me dear lady." Ben said in his best imitation of a Southern Gentleman.

"Oh my! What can you do to banish this demon?!"

"“Fear my love. I shall simply think of your love, your honor, and your body." He said with a leering gaze and a wink. "With those weapons of mass erection I will have the strength to persevere and see the evil force stricken! I shall rise again!" Ben said pounding the table with his fist making his point more potent. The look on his face was completely serious as he glared into her eyes. Her eyes grew wider by the moment as he spoke. Then suddenly she realized what he'd meant and broke into a gale of laughter. He winked at her again and took another swallow of his iced tea.

There wasn't much to be done but pick up the clothes in the living room and turn the A/C units on low for the night. They sat on the couch with his laptop and watched a romantic comedy before heading to bed. After climbing into bed they kissed each other goodnight. He spooned her with an arm over her as they fell asleep.
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Morning dawned and Ben was the first to rise. A full bladder and a raging morning-glory had his shorts tented to its limit. Moving about would chafe it so he removed the shorts to keep that from happening. It was difficult to aim for the bowl with a stiffy and let flow but its energy began to deplete and became more managable after that. After taking care of business and did his morning ritual of brushing and shaving, he went to the kitchen and started breakfast.
A little while later, Jean came into the kitchen after her morning ritual wearing her kimono again. He noticed her moving a tad less fluidly than last night as she sat down at the table. He pouring coffee and took her the first cup right away. Then he retrieved a small glass of orange juice on the counter and set it in front of her. She thanked him but hadn’t looked up to see him yet while she sipped at her juice.

Ben scrambled some eggs and fried some sausage links while waiting for the toaster to finish with a bagel. When he turned from the stove to serve the eggs and sausage to her, he saw she was staring at his cock.

"Watched water never boils." He said. She blinked and looked up.

"Huh?" was all she managed.

"Don't worry. The subject will come up later." He said.

Jean blushed hard and giggled. He couldn't believe he'd gotten to her with all her prancing around like she had.

"Jeez! Is it hot in here?!" she exclaimed.

"Yes and you are." Ben said. She smiled warmly and eyed the skillet.

"Well if I didn’t know better, I'd say you're a man in love fixing breakfast and all for his woman." She purred. He turned to scrape his portion of eggs and sausage onto his plate after serving her and smiled but said nothing. He knew he was in love with her. So was she with him. He put the skillet back on the stove top on a cold eye and shut off the gas then took the bagel from the toaster and put it on a small plate. He retrieved the cream cheese and a small bowl of strawberries from the refrigerator then retrieved a knife from the silverware drawer before returning to the table. Her lips formed into a 'O' as she clasped her fingers together in anticipation of the treat.

"I think I'll keep you around." She said, her eyes lighting up with delight as she spied the strawberries. She loved bagels and strawberries with cream cheese. "Strawberries, cream cheese and a bagel. Mmmmm. My favorite breakfast." She said reaching for the knife. Ben just smiled and watched her enthusiasm as she attacked the slice of bagel slathering a good amount of cream cheese on it. She sliced a strawberry into thin discs and placed them around the bagel on top of the cream cheese. He watched as she licked her lips just before they parted to allow them to close around the thick bread slice. To him, her lips wrapped around the bagel in a sensuous embrace that seemed to melt the morsel at their touch. As she bit through the heavy bread, her upper lip was coated with the cream cheese stained with strawberry juice. Her lips closed and worked together as she chewed while her eyes closed savoring the treat like it was ambrosia. While he watched, the cream cheese spread across her lips. His mouth watered and he licked his. She eyed him and saw his reaction. She swallowed the morsel and her tongue snaked out to lick her lips clean of the creamy remnants. She picked a strawberry from the bowl and swirled it through the cream cheese scooping a large blob of it on the end. She gazed at him as she brought it to her mouth. Her lips again formed an 'O' and she pressed the sweet strawberry between her generous red moist lips with her fingertip. His mouth slackened and his lips parted at this most sensual act.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly as she bit down on the strawberry, the cream cheese spreading over her lips thickly. As she chewed, her eyes remained closed adding to the sensual almost sexual experience she looked to be having. His shaft began to stiffen at this most erotic scene. Her eyes opened and had a dreamy sexy expression in them as they gazed at him. She dropped her head and looked up from beneath her lashes in an unmistakable expression of lust as she stood and moved over to him without breaking her gaze from his. She knelt in front of him and reached to pull his shorts off. Ben lifted up as she slid them from his hips and down his legs. Kneeling forward, she took his cock in her mouth and stroked its length for several minutes. He watched as the cream cheese from her lips spread along his shaft then began to disappear into a cloudy mess she licked off. Her head bobbing up and down sent sensations up and down his body. When she was done, she stood and swung a leg over his lap then steadied herself. He kissed her belly and cleavage while straddling his lap before lowering herself slowly.

Jean reached back and took the bagel in hand for another bite. Satisfied, she put it down then lowered herself onto his lap. She pressed her clit against his cock and began a slow rocking of her pelvis to stroke it while reaching up to gently cradle his head with her hands. She pressed her lips to his and the mix of cream cheese and saliva spread to his lips in a wet kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth and danced with his for a moment. The cream cheese pressed between their lips added to the eroticism of the moment. She held his bottom lip between her teeth then sucked it in past hers and let go. He returned the act of affectionate hunger in kind and used the opportunity to lick her bottom lip before sucking it in between his to get all the cream cheese off. She moaned as he made several strokes of his tongue over her lip to swipe away the creamy delight. Her lip was a bit fuller from the attention and brighter in color now. He pressed forward again, attaching her mouth to his and ran his tongue across hers. Catching her upper lip between his, Ben repeated the act and Alexandra moaned her pleasure. When he let her go, both her lips were puffy and red from the attention. She licked her lips slowly as she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and rubbed her clit against his hard cock again. As she leaned away from him arching her back, he leaned in and kissed her neck and throat moving downward. He reached and opened her kimono and saw her nipples were fully erect and hard as diamonds. The turgid peaks were thrust toward him demanding they be given attention. He was glad to oblige, eventually.

He kissed his way down her chest between her breasts as she moaned. Drawing his tongue lightly across the flesh of her breasts caused her to moan again. She felt as if his tongue was like fire on her flesh moving about, raising the heat in her core. He made circles around her areolas careful not to touch those beautiful nipples. She squirmed then groaned and finally whimpered as she tried to move her dime-size nipples into his mouth that ached to be touched. They were so distended Ben was tempted to measure how tall they stood out from her breasts. She shivered as he drew his tongue over the top of her left breast then down her cleavage and around the underside returning to the top. He continued the motion around her right breast and repeated this several times. She interlaced her fingers behind his neck and leaned back further pushing her breasts out for his attentions before letting her head fall back. Her open mouth issued forth moans, 'ohs' and 'ahs' and 'mmmmmm'. The sounds of delight and pleasure and whimpers as she shivered when he came near a nipple increased in volume. She continued to rock her pelvis back and forth pressing her clit firmly against his cock. Soon she was moving faster as her need rose.

Ben brought his hands up and gently kneaded her breasts being careful not to touch her swollen sensitive nipples. She squirmed and whimpered to tell him of her frustration. He knew she was in dire need of the required attention. The ache had to have been too much. She rose up higher as she attempted to get her breasts in position for his mouth but came down instead on his cock which slipped inside without any warning or resistance. Her eyes shot open and she gasped as it penetrated deep on the first stroke. At that same moment, Ben pinched and held her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She screamed out and shuddered, dropping the rest of the way down on his cock causing her to have a little orgasm. As she shuddered, her nipples were trapped between his fingers were being tugged and pulled on by her own motions creating an almost perpetual-like sustaining of her pleasure. She tried to pull away which caused them to be pulled and extended even more as he held his arms rigid, not giving. She gasped in another breath and held it as her orgasm built up to a greater release. She looked down to see him holding her nipples firmly and felt a rush of arousal at how far they were being pulled. She shook her head which shook her breasts but Ben had a firm hold on her nipples. The sensations that shot through her were electrifying as each tug and pull seemed to focus energy toward her core and fog her brain. Ben flexed his cock inside her and her breath came out in a rush. He scooted toward the edge of the chair causing her to moan as his cock moved inside her. Her pelvis began circular motions to increase the stimulation there.

Ben released her left nipple and she gasped as the blood rushed back into it giving her a throbbing pain/pleasure high before he wrapped his lips around the reddening nub. Sucking it into his mouth and taking as much of her breast with it felt delectable to her senses as her pelvis continued to rotate in small circles. He performed the same act with her right nipple and mouthed her breast as much as possible. He could feel a coolness at his crotch when she rose as the moisture of her pussy running freely with her juices over his balls was evaporating. At the same time the intense heat of her pussy radiated into his cock like an iron in the Blacksmith’s forge. The thought of a puddle forming on the floor beneath them titillated him as did the thought of her cleaning it up along with his balls. His cock seemed to jump at those thoughts and she responded with little jerky movements, moans and gasps.

Jean was in heaven. Her pussy was full, her breasts were sensitive with arousal and her man was giving her what she desired. This was the best morning sex she could remember ever having. She lifted her head forward and through sleepy eyes, gazed at Ben. She felt so complete in his presence and satiated with his touch. She rotated her pelvis and ground down on him harder. Her clit pressed harder against his pubic bone and drove his delicious cock deeper. She could feel it pressing firmly against her cervix now. She ground harder putting all her weight on him to get him deeper. 'Just a little deeper.' She thought as she raised her feet to her toes lifting her legs a bit more allowing her to sink onto him just a fraction more. The effort was rewarded with a settling down as his cock pressed into the snug opening and stretched her vaginal canal while her cervix trapped the head of his cock in its grip. She felt his cock press slowly into it as it wrapped around the head and felt as if her very being was penetrated. She felt a joy of accomplishment and the elation of conquering such a feat with him. She sat there and focused on the feeling inside her now and felt his cock flex inside. She closed her eyes again and envisioned how his cock looked trapped by her, inside her, by her choice. She clenched and the feeling of fullness was complete as she began very short movements rotating her pelvis while raising up and lowering herself on him.

She had penetrated her cervix herself with a long dildo on occasion when she realized it didn't hurt hardly after her menopause. She liked the full feeling it gave and the sensations it offered now. True, her ex-husband would forcibly penetrate it at times causing her excruciating pain for several days afterwards and wondered if there was scar tissue there causing it to have been desensitized now. If he did it just prior to her period, she was incapacitated without a strong pain reliever. Being built small outside as well as inside gave her ex that much more power over her unwillingly. Now, she could choose to enjoy the fullness this deep penetration offered her. Ben wasn't average in her mind considering her small frame. He was just right and large enough to penetrate her in this way and she loved the way he made love to her. He respected her body, even revered it if not cherished and worshipped it. She felt safe and comfortable with him and gave herself to him by her choice that her ex took from her. She would willingly give her body to him if he wanted it and she wanted him to take her anally. She smiled then opened her eyes again and looked into his.


"Like that lover?" she asked in a sultry tone. She smiled a sleepy seductive smile, lips parted.

Ben had been moaning with a pleasure he'd not experienced before. This slow type of deep lovemaking seemed to draw from every sense and nerve ending from his toes to his scalp.

"Where did you learn to do this?" he said, a little breathless. She clenched again and watched as his eyes close in an expression of pure sexual delight. He let his breath go and gulped in another breath. She was in control because she wanted to be. He enjoyed that she took the reins now and then and let her pleasure herself with him on her terms. Submitting to her this way felt incredible.

"My secret dear lover." She whispered and moved forward to kiss him. Doing this caused her cervix to pull on his cock and she clenched again. His breath shuddered into her mouth as their lips met. When she pulled away, she let her lips linger just above his. "I want you to cum lover. Fill me with your love." She whispered and began rotating her pelvis again while clenching. Ben struggled to keep control.

"Ungh." Emanated from his lips. His head fell back, lips parted and his moans of pleasure spurred her to stronger, more urgent motions. His moans were sounding strained as he came closer to losing himself in her. She clenched and lifted as if his cock was in a vice and getting stretched. She saw his body tensing up. His neck muscles look strained as did his shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. The definitions of his muscles were very pronounced belying his capable strength if wanted to use it against her. She liked him after a workout looking ripped. Now she could make him strain to keep control of his male urges to prevent cumming. She worked harder to make him release. Her own tension was building rapidly as she caught up to him. She reached around behind her and felt his sopping wet balls and played with them. Then she dragged her middle finger over her anus back and forth. She massaged it in little circles before inserting it to the first finger joint. Her mouth opened and she let out a moan of pleasure as she pressed and retracted her finger. She pressed it in deeper and could feel his cock through the membrane as it penetrated her pussy. She began to rise up and down with more urgency while still keeping his cock trapped. She knew if she rose too far it would come free and end the special intimacy between them she offered him.

She withdrew her finger and ran her hand over his wet balls again then worked two fingers into her ass. She pumped them in and out as best she could reaching around behind her. Ever since that first night in the shower, she’d wanted more of this kind of stimulation. She couldn't figure why Ben hadn't done it since but had pleasured herself quite often there. Her orgasms were more intense when she masturbated while fingering her ass and right now she was coming up to the ledge fast. She felt Ben beginning to shake under the strain of trying to keep from cumming. She felt honor in that he always wanted her to enjoy her pleasure first.

"Cum for me lover. I want your hot love deep inside me. You can't resist any longer my love. Cum for me." She said softly, her own voice straining with an impending climax of her own. At those words, Ben jerked and convulsed, bouncing her up and pulling free from her cervix. Through gritted teeth he grunted and groaned as his iron grip on her hips held her back down in place. She felt his hot seed flow deep into her with surprising force. The heat from his love felt like a stoked furnace burning inside her. Between his shuddering movements and the hot love he pumped into her, it was too much. She screamed out her orgasm as her legs shuddered and feet lifted from the floor forcing her down on his cock further again. She clenched down in contractions around his shaft deep inside and around her fingers in her ass. She shuddered hard and began to fall back when she felt his hands catch her and hold her at that angle. The glimpses she had as her head rocked forward and back while her eyes opened and closed was erotic in the extreme. She saw snapshots of his strained facial expressions as he came. Then she saw her legs raised up and her feet dangling just about to his shoulders. Next she saw her feet shaking and jerking as she shuddered in her own orgasm. The images continued to prolong her climaxing as she once again focused on his cock flexing inside her as he pumped his love deep.

After a few moments, she came down from the high. Her legs aching from the strain began a slow descent until her feet touched the floor. She felt him still inside but not as deep now. They both were breathing heavily as she clung to him. She felt him nibble on her nipples which now felt like they were on fire. She jerked at the sensation but didn’t have the strength to push him away. He did it again to her other nipple before sucking hard on it. She gave little gasps as her own convulsions diminished.

Ben felt her relax but held her firmly on his lap keeping his cock inside her for as long as she wanted. She jerked when he flicked her nipples with his tongue before sucking hard on them. When he was done, she seemed to pass out. Holding her to him, he held her limp body against his in an affectionate embrace until she came to.

Jean stirred after a few minutes as she began to regain her senses. Awareness came back to her toes, then feet on up through her legs to the rest of her body feeling a raging heat in her belly. She moaned softly as her weak movements triggered an aftershock inside. When she came fully aware of her surroundings, she realized she was still impaled on Ben’s cock. She tried to clench. All that did was get a grunt. She opened her eyes and saw Ben’s head lolled back, mouth slackened. She smiled and reached up with her right arm that felt like lead and placed her hand behind him to raise his head up. She felt so weak that trying to pull his head up pulled her to him instead. She reached up with her other arm and with effort, pulled his head upright and kissed him with tremendous passion and love. They both moaned into each others mouth, catching the other's breath of satiated bliss. When she released him, she lay her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck tenderly. He rolled his head to cuddle her and she buried her face into him.

"You are the most wonderful man I've ever known." She said softly. He gave her a squeeze in his arms, pressing her to him. She inhaled a deep breath and let it out with an audible sigh.

"I need to be careful when I give you strawberries and cream cheese for breakfast. He said softly as he stroked her back with his fingertips.

"I think I'll have them every morning." She said with a sigh of her own. Ben smiled and gave a little grunt. The vibration of it passed into her as she pressed against him. They sat there for a while longer savoring the intimacy of the moment.

"You have a knack of banishing demons of weakness." He said softly. Jean giggled a little.

"You did rise again." she said then sat upright slowly. Ben grinned and gave her a kiss. She put her hands to and cradled his head returning his kiss. As she moved she realized his cock was still inside her. "I seem to still have a captive." Ben raised his eye brows in mock surprise.

"I am completely at your mercy." He said huskily. She looked at him thoughtfully.

"Are you now?" she said. "I think the only thing you’ll be allowed to conquer are little forest nymphs from now on." She teased, referring to their fun in her back yard at the big house. He gave her a smirk.

"I don't think I'd change that even if I could." He said tweaking her nose with his fingertip. She giggled.

"That's the plan." She said happily. Her look turned sly. "Since you're at my mercy by your own admission, I want you to bath me."

"Your wish is my command my queen." He said in a deep tone.

"Good. But I have unfinished business with you." She said in a regal manner. He watched as she slowly rose from his lap. They both looked down and saw the mess they'd made. His love drooled from her pussy as she hovered over his now flaccid cock. She pushed as much out as she could then swinging a leg around, she backed up and knelt between his legs and began cleaning his cock and balls. When she was done, she scooted back on her hands and knees and bent over to lick her cum off the floor. As she did this, his cock responded and became erect again. Without a word, she stood up, bent over at the waist and took the opportunity to clean it off by going down on him deeper and deeper until her nose touched his pubic bone. He loved how she could deep throat him completely and she loved deep-throating him. The only way she could was to align her head like a sword swallower would. It was easier if she was kneeling and he stood over her facing the same direction as she but she'd also learned to do it standing up but bent over nearly facing straight down. She learned while he sat on the sofa at her house and thought she could do it while he was in a kitchen table chair. She had to stand on her tip toes to get the height about right to perform an inverse sword swallow. He knew it still was easier if he were lying down while she faced his feet but let her experiment to find her own ways of pleasing him.

After several strokes and holding it deep in her throat for a minute, she released him and knelt again to suck each of his balls clean of her saliva while sucking in breaths. She tried as often as she could to eat his cum and this was yet another opportunity to get some. She would one day ask him to cum on her bagel just to be slutty for him. Satisfied he was cleaned up, she stood and took him by the hand and led them to the bathroom for a second time this morning.

Ben emerged from the bathroom cold but calm and dry. Ironically, the hot water ran out just as he finished bathing Jean. Since they had already taken a shower earlier, the old water heater hadn’t had enough time to recover. He went into the bedroom and donned his night shorts before going in the kitchen. As he rounded the corner to the kitchen, he saw she was already dressed and going through her big pack pulling a few things out and putting them on the kitchen table. He asked what she was doing. She turned and kissed him then went back to searching for something in her pack.

"Ah! Here it is!" she exclaimed and held up a compass to him. He took it and opened the lid. The disk rotated around and pointed north which was in the direction generally across the creek and to the right a little. He noted the front of the cottage faced northwest. Closing the lid he handed it back to her.

"Nice compass. That's no cheap one for sure." He remarked.

"Yep. The best. Here." She said handing him a belt. It had a wide padded band with loops and the actual belt ran through them. The band protected clothing from the clips or metal belt loops that were located around its circumference. He noted it already had an eight inch holstered knife, a Swiss Army knife and a pen or pencil pocket attached along with a small flashlight.

"Holy Army Men Batgirl! A real utility belt!" Ben exclaimed. She laughed and nodded.

"It might not have all the cool toys Boy Wonder and Batman has but it'll do on the trail." She said. Ben put it around his waist to try it on for size. He picked up the canteen and hooked its clip over the outer belt to the middle in the back.

"It's comfortable. Be easy to walk around with this strapped on you all day I bet." He commented. Jean nodded.

"Here's the day pack." She said as she handed it to him after completing the packing. "Since we're only going for a walk around the woods near the cottage we don't need a big pack. I'll save the longer trip for another time and take you to a great little secret swimming hole." She said and winked at him. "The pack has some rope, two glow sticks, jerky, first aid kit, three towels, bug repellent and some other stuff. Can't be prepared for everything but it should get by with a lot just in case."

He took it and hefted it in his hands and smirked. It looked like any day pack most any school kid would carry their books in only a tad larger. The straps were padded which made a big difference.

"Just a walk around the cottage eh? Feels more like we're heading out on an expedition." He said. She looked at him.

"It's a scout thing." Jean said. He nodded in agreement.

"Be prepared." He said grabbing it taking it with him to the bedroom. When he came back out, he had on a yellow 'T' shirt and socks. Placing the pack by the door he turned and went into the bathroom to down a couple of pain relievers. His knee was really hurting today and needed some relief. Once done, Ben lay down on the sofa and propped his left leg up on a couple of throw pillows to support his knee joint and put his left arm over his eyes.

Jean came into the living room to see what was the matter. "Ben?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you feeling alright?"

"My knee is giving me a bad time today. I'll be fine in a little while."

Jean came over and knelt beside him and began to gently probe his knee area. He winced when she probed a spot on the outside of the joint and saw it was swollen a bit with a knot. She worked the knot a bit and Ben grimaced. When she put pressure on it and held it, it began to unwind and loosen. To his amazement, the pain had subsided a little and he breathed a sigh. Jean gently massaged his left leg from his toes to his hip careful to avoid his groin to her own disappointment. When she heard his breathing grow slow and steady, she stopped and quietly rose up to head for the bedroom.

While there, she stripped down and closed the door before going to her dresser and retrieving a shoebox from the lower drawer. She lay it on the bed and pulled the lid off revealing a few adult toys, condoms and something called a C-String. She pulled this one out first and placing it over her vulva, went to the full-length mirror on the closet door and admired how erotic it looked. It was shaped like the letter 'C', hence the name and covered, albeit just barely, her mound and tiny triangle shaped thatch. The rest of the 'C' shape rounded up and between her butt cheeks with a little triangle shape at the end. The C-string was canary yellow with a sheer panel of yellow lace. If you were up close, you could see her labia through it. This titillated her senses and her nipples began the familiar ache of arousal prior to erecting. She then pulled two breast appliques known as "pasties". These were supposed to stick on over a woman's nipples providing just enough coverage to keep the areolas from showing. Many women with large or distended nipples really couldn’t wear them without a special adhesive. She was no exception. Her nipples stood out nearly three quarter's of an inch thanks to her Ex. But she didn’t resent them. Especially since Ben loved them this way. She hadn't told him about how they got so large. She liked the fact that men liked her large nipples. It gave her a sense of power to feed their curiosity and fantasies. With Ben in her life, she wasn't so inclined to flaunt them for anyone else. She loved how Ben made love to her breasts as much as he made love to her pussy. She smiled as he popped into her mind's eye and recalled the many times he would just give her breasts all of his attention for a great deal longer than any man had. She sat down on the edge of the bed slowly squeezing them letting her fingers glide over them and graze her nipples with feather light touches.

She liked the C-string as it produced no panty lines at all. Even the tiniest string panties left some kind of line pattern. Bending over allowed the tip of the tail piece to stick out some and had gotten a few stares on occasion. She pretended not to notice and kept doing what she was doing and the attention gave way to indifference. She had tried to wear jeans or slacks but this proved much too abrasive and decided it would be a skirt, dress or nothing over it. The pasties were to fulfill a little fantasy she'd dreamed up when she had seduced Ben in the back yard of her place but as yet, hadn't tried, until now, to work up the courage to actually go through with it. At the time she was too afraid he'd freak out or say 'no' to her prancing around in the sweet little nothing she was almost wearing now.

Jean picked up one of the pasties and turned it so she could see which breast it was to fit to. She placed it on her left breast aligning the hole she'd cut out for her nipple to protrude through. She pressed the elongated shape of the pastie to her breast running her fingers around it to make it stick to the side of her breast. She did the same for the right side and looked in the mirror. The look was erotic to say the least but also beautiful to her eye. The pasties shapes were, together, similar to a strapless bra except that there wasn’t any band between her breasts connecting them or around her back. They looked sleek in a way as the tails wrapped around the sides and pointed back as if connecting in back. Raising her arms revealed the treat view. They simply looked like an elongated yellow/green tear drop on its side that narrowed around the side just before it reached under her arms. The simplicity of the shape and the faded glitter effect as the color transitioned from yellow around the nipple to a yellow/green color near the edges with a narrow dark green border outlining the whole shape that faded into the lighter yellow/green tip around the sides. The yellow/green color encompassed most of the tail of the shape around the side. This enhanced the focus on her nipples where her red colored nipples made the pasties look like eyes. The C-string was done in the same color scheme as well. All three pieces had underneath their glossy sealed surface, a touch of glitter for effect, the look was complete. As she turned the glitter caught the light coming through the window and sparkled. Her Forest Nymph Fantasy outfit was almost complete.

A beep from her handy talkie radio shocked her out of her reverie. A voice over the speaker called to her.

"Mizz Jean! Are you there?" sounded from the radio in a tinny imitation of a woman's voice with a distinctly Spanish accent.

"Damn." Jean muttered. She turned and picked up the radio from the dresser top. "I'm here Petra." She said speaking into the radio then releasing the transmit button and turning the volume down a couple of notches. She didn't want to wake Ben even though the door was closed. The radio blipped its "Roger Beep" tone to signify she was done transmitting.

"I tried to reach you earlier Mizz Jean. Is everything okay?" Petra asked.

"I'm fine. I forgot to turn on the radio when I got up this morning is all." Jean said.

"Ah. Very good then. I wanted to tell you that a package arrived for you about an hour ago." Petra said. 'Blip'

"Oh! It's here already? Great!" Jean said now seemingly energetic. "I'll be up to get it in a little while." 'blip'

"I put it on the kitchen table. I also made a beef casserole for your supper. It's done and I shut off the oven but left it inside to keep it warmed." 'blip'

"Mmmmmm. That sounds really good Petra. Thank you. Anything else going on up there?" 'blip'

"No ma'am. All the rooms are done but the guest room across the hall upstairs from yours. I did not know if you wanted me to tidy it up just yet." 'blip'.

"You can leave it for now. We'll be back Sunday afternoon." 'blip'

"Okay mizz Jean. Have a good evening. I will see you next week. Goodbye." 'blip'

"Thanks again Petra. Have a good rest of the weekend!" 'blip'

Jean put the radio back in on the dresser and undressed from her fantasy outfit, putting them back in the shoebox. After putting the shoebox in the drawer again, she got dressed and wrote a quick note, sticking it to his shirt. Jean headed for the Puma quietly closing the front door behind her. Once in the old racer, she took off at a slow speed to keep quiet until she was across the field from the cottage. She charged up the off-road trail on the most direct route to the house to retrieve her package and supper.

Once she got to the house and picked up her stuff, she went to the wine cabinet to get a couple bottles of red wine. To her disappointment, she had none and didn't want white wine tonight. Sighing heavily, she got back into the old racer and headed to the store for more. While out, she had picked up a few more things to bring back to the cottage. After that, she got back to the house to pick up the casserole and finally headed for the cottage.
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Ben was alone at the cottage. He heard the sound of distant thunder and went to the front door to see how bad it might get. As he scanned the cloudless sky, he looked around and noticed a woman in the middle of creek. He peered toward her and realized he couldn’t make her out as if she was out of focus.. At first he kept trying to blink his eyes and force them to focus but gave up and stepped out on the front porch figuring he was still a tad sleepy. Rubbing his eyes, he looked out toward her again. The woman was reaching her left hand, palm down out to him, not for him. She seemed like she was stuck in the middle of the creek and couldn't move as if the creek had frozen stiff trapping her. Her left hand was in clear focus now the entire time he watched her from the porch. He decided she was in trouble and stepped off the porch instantly arriving on the creek bank. Another sound of thunder rolled across the sky and..he paused. No, not in the sky but felt as if it went through him. He stepped off the bank into the creek and as he neared, he could make out more details. She had dark red hair and lightly tanned skin and about the same height as Jean. She seemed a little bit of a larger version of Jean. She had a narrow waist that flared into hips about 12" larger. Just then, he heard someone call out to him from a distance. He turned his head this way and that trying to find the source. Looking behind him, he saw Jean waving her arms frantically. He called back to her to repeat what she said. She called out again, her arms moving about in a frantic wave toward the woman. He couldn't hear what she said but her actions told him plenty. A dull sound of thunder rolled across the landscape. There wasn't a cloud to be seen as he looked up.

Turning back to the woman, he saw she was holding something with her other hand but he wasn't able to focus on what it was. He felt drawn to her. Her body language seemed to say she was in urgent need of help and he pushed himself as hard as he could to get to her with excruciating slowness. The water splashed in slow motion and it felt like he was walking through molasses in winter. His feet and legs felt like lead as he tried to make his way to help her all the while aware his knee could give out should he push too hard. He heard Jean's frantic calling but still couldn't hear what she was saying. The splashing of the water made dull sounds as it became more difficult to get to the woman in trouble. He put all of his strength into moving to get to her and at a certain point felt himself become trapped. With every ounce of strength he could conjure, he reached and stretched as far as he could toward her outstretched hand at the same time as she was reaching for him. He could see now that she was standing on one foot and surmised she was holding it with her other hand as if injured. She looked awkward holding her right foot with her right hand and she looked ready to fall over at any moment. His resolve gave him the means to reach another fraction of an inch closer. He thought that if he could just touch her, he could help her. As their fingers got closer, another sound of rolling thunder vibrated through him.

"Almost there." He called to the woman. "Just reach a little more and you'll be safe." He said. His voice sounded muffled for some reason. Her body came into better focus and he saw she was wearing shorts and a bright green top. Something glinted in the water below that caught his eye. Ignoring it he continued to struggle reaching her. The glint flashed so brightly now he squinted and pulled his outstretched hand back to cover his eyes. Cautiously, he looked down and saw a ring shimmering brilliantly beneath the surface. Changing his focus, he figured the woman dropped it and injured herself looking for it. He bent down to pick it up with as little effort as breathing. Reaching into the water felt...normal. He was curious as to why as he couldn't take another step. The ring was gold with a large diamond. It was a wedding ring. Glad he found it for her he looked up and held the ring out to her,

"Is this yours?" he asked. His voice was clear now and a low rumbling seemed to roll in a continuous sound. He saw her head nodding and held the ring out to her. She reached for it. As she did, her third finger slipped through it. At that exact moment her face was in perfect clarity for a fraction of a second before his vision went to a blinding white as a loud crack of thunder reverberated through him.

Ben woke suddenly and sat up breathing heavily and heart pounding in his chest. He'd felt as though struck by lightning and staring at the ceiling, checked himself to make sure he wasn't on fire somewhere. His knee had a dull ache but that wasn't unusual. What was unusual was how quiet everything seemed to be now. His body felt like it was vibrating with the thunderous sound in his dream. He thought he had heard thunder and figured that was what had woken him. Checking the sky outside through the windows from the sofa, he didn't see any clouds and figured it was all in his dream. It was so real and so surreal at the same time. He lay back and took a few deep breaths to slow his heart rate and relax while fragments of his dream flashed through his mind. 'Who was the woman and why was she in the middle of the creek?' he wondered. Ben knew he saw her face for a fraction of a second but couldn't recall it. In fact, he couldn't recall what she looked like either. It was like the flash and the sound scared him senseless and his memory refused to let go. Giving up on the dream, he did get up this time and went to the kitchen for a hard lemonade. He looked down at something that caught his peripheral vision and saw a sticky note stuck to his shirt. He pulled it off and read it.

'I have to go up to the house and pick up supper and some wine. B.B.S. (Be Back Soon) Love, J.'

Ben put the note on the fridge and opened the bottle. He downed the bottle quickly and pulled another out. Finishing the second and starting on a third, he decided to lay back down. The dream roused him. Dreams rarely ever did. He kept wondering who the woman was and what she looked like.

Ben awoke suddenly when he heard kitchen door shut. Laying there, he heard Jean moving about in the kitchen shuffling stuff. When it was quiet he opened his eyes and saw Jean’s green eyes looking down on him.

"Hi." He said.

"Hi." She said. "How are you feeling?"

"Better."

"I see you've been up and got my note." She said looking at his expression.

"Yeah. I got up and nabbed a drink then came back in here. Next I thing I know, you're here.” Ben said squinting his eyes. Her expression seemed to falter and a look of concern crossed her features.

"Bad dream?" she asked. He nodded but didn't say anything more.

Ben sat upright and reached for his drink only to find it empty. Jean put a hand on his right knee and took the empty bottle from him. She smiled at him then stood up and went into the kitchen

"You really shouldn’t have alcohol with those pain meds Ben." She said from in the kitchen. He could hear her shuffling stuff again then liquid pouring into a glass. Ben rolled his eyes wondering if she would be going into her 'Auntie' role. She came around the breakfast bar into the living room and handed him a drink. He took it looking up questioning what it was with a look.

"Iced tea with lemon." She said simply. He smiled his thanks and took a sip. His eyes lit up as a pleasant surprised crossed his face.

"That's really good!" he said. Jean smiled a little sadly as she seemed to be looking somewhere else in her memories. He saw the look and put his hand into hers. She focused on him smiling.

"Grandma's special iced tea." Jean said. Ben smiled at that.

"A great cook she was and I'm glad she passed some of it down to you. What better way to celebrate her memory than to use the knowledge she gave?" Ben said. Jean sat down on his lap gently trying to avoid putting any pressure on his left knee. Once settled, she put her arms around his neck and hugged him close for a while.

"So tell me about your bad dream." Jean said.

"Can't. I can't remember much other than it took place out front in the creek." He said.

"That's it?" Jean asked. Ben nodded and took another swallow of his tea.

"Everything else is really fuzzy. Seems like the more I think about it the more fuzzy it gets." He said. Jean nodded and got up then went to the kitchen again.

"I have lunch in the oven warming. Hungry?" she called from the kitchen. Ben got up and went to her. She was pulling out something from the oven and placed it atop the stove. "Go sit and I'll bring it to you." She said.

"Yes, my Queen." He said in a gentle voice and bowed. She gave him a smirk as he stood up and went to the kitchen table. After cleaning up from lunch Ben went into the bedroom. Jean was finishing up in the kitchen when he came back into the living room and put on his trail boots. After tying them, he stood up with his pack hanging from a strap over one shoulder. He reached for his shotgun on the rack and checked the weapon. When he looked up, he saw Jean standing at the threshold to the kitchen with a funny look on her face.

"What?" he asked.

Without a word she pointed at him as if he'd forgotten something. He looked down then back up at her.

"Trust me. This is the only proper outfit for a nature walk." He said grinning then turned and headed out the door, butt naked. If he could have seen her, the look on her face would have been priceless. The screen door banged closed behind him as he stepped off the porch and into the Noon sunlight.

The sound of the screen door brought her to her senses and she realized he wasn’t there. She ran to the door to call out. He was walking toward the trees. Knowing where he was headed she went to the bedroom and grabbed his swim trunks from his duffle bag then retrieved her navy blue one-piece from hers and returned to the kitchen. She stuffed the garments into her small pack and quickly removed her kimono. She pulled out the box and put on the pasties and C-string and clipped the nipple clamps with the jeweled dangles to her nipples. She retrieved one more clip and pushed the C-string down to clip it to the hood of her clit. The dangle was a single gold link with a Cubic Zirconia gem at the end of it. Changing her mind, she removed the C-string and put it back in the box. She picked up a pair of panties made of gold chain instead and slipped them on. Checking herself in the mirror quickly she was satisfied nothing would fall off and quickly made for the living room to slip on her socks and walking shoes.

She thought how exciting this was going to be as she took a quick look around for anyone. Heart racing, she felt a familiar tingle down below. She put her belt on and cinched it then quickly hung the items from it hooking the canteen directly behind her. That completed, she retrieved her shotgun from the rack and paused at the screen door for a moment. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slow, she pushed the screen door open and stepped outside in her birthday suit and made a bee line to Ben.

Ben heard quick footfalls behind him so he stopped and looked around. He turned waiting for Jean to catch up. The sight that greeted him was magnificent. Her breasts bounced and sparkled in the sun light. He squinted and saw she was wearing something other than nipple charms. He glanced down and watched the muscles in her legs flex and relax giving him a semi hard-on as their definition changed. He always loved watching a woman's muscular movements. Looking up further he saw she was wearing panties that sparkled too just before she plunged into the shade of the trees. When she caught up to him she wasn’t winded except for the fact that she was flushed. He could see a blood vessel at the hollow of her throat pulsing rapidly. She was in good shape and thought her racing pulse was from excitement rather than exertion.

"Wow!" she breathed. "I haven't done this in long while!" she exclaimed.

"You look great doing it." He said. She nodded. "When did you do this before?" he asked.

"When I was a lot younger. There's a swimming hole on the other side of the property where the creek runs through. There's a little cabin there too we used to play in. I don't know what kind of shape it's in now but the hole is still there. I haven't been to the place in many years. That's the secret place I want to take you sometime." She said. She looked around spread her arms out wide throwing her head back.

"I feel wonderful and free! Gawd I can't believe I'm out here naked as a Jay and loving it!" she exclaimed. "I feel exhilarated! How about you?"

"Like you, wild and free." He said grinning and tilting his head gesturing to their direction. She nodded excitedly and they started walking. She took his hand in hers as they went into the woods together.

After just looking around at the woods and following the utility poles for a ways and the novelty of nude outdoor hiking seemed to wear off, she turned to him.

"Yes?" he said.

"Ah. Um." She started but found it hard to look at his face with his cock swaying like it was as he walked. She heard him chuckle. She started again after clearing her throat. "What do you hope to discover with the poles and power line?" She forced herself to look at his face.

"I'm not sure. I guess it's more of a curiosity than anything." He said. They walked a little further. "I was thinking about an alternative route to bring in electricity to the new cottage. Isn't the road in this direction?" he asked.

"Yes it is. About a half mile from the cottage I think." She said and stepped over an old pine tree that had fallen partway across the utility road.

"I wonder if the power company would tie into that line instead. It would solve the problem with your neighbor." He said and turned to see her expression. She grimaced.

"I don't know. I haven't gotten any letters in a couple of years but the name on the mailbox hasn't changed." She thought for a moment. "Petrovicha is their name. I've never met them actually. They were already here by the time I started building my house. I originally intended to live in the cottage but because of where they built theirs, I didn't want to live in view of them all the time." She said her expression saddened a little.

"I remember you saying as much. If you were to build another cottage here, I know where to build it so it wouldn't be in view of their place nor it from theirs. We'll need to get in touch with a few people but I'm sure we can make it happen." He said. Jean nodded silently.

"This looks more than just a utility road." Ben said pointing out ahead of them.

"This was the old driveway to get to the cottage from the road. The old bridge was replaced but the driveway entrance was never put back in. The power company uses the road to service the line but it's rare." She said. Ben noted the overgrown state of the road.

"Does that explain the fallen tree back there?" Ben asked pointing a thumb over his shoulder. Jean nodded.

Before too long the power line changed direction off to the right and they followed it to the next pole. A path through the trees could be seen as it led straight to the creek. When they reached the creek, he followed it as far as he could see into the woods before it disappeared up and over a hill.

Ben stood there looking at the creek without really seeing it while deep in thought for several moments and shook his head finally. Jean looked back at him from where she’d wandered down the creek a few yards.

"Did you find something?" Jean asked looking up at him.

He nodded then studied the creek bottom through the running water. The creek was wide here and shallow. It looked to be only a few inches deep. Figuring this maintenance road had to cross the creek, it made sense it would be a bit more shallow here for the utility trucks to get across. He turned around to head back to the old driveway. Jean came up beside him.

"I think the power line leads back to the road that way." Ben turned and pointed back across the creek. "What bothers me is that goes West or thereabouts. Didn't you say they built the sub-station to the north?"

"Yes. At least that's what they told me. I'm sure of it." She said.

"But North is that way." he said as he pointed to the right of the power line's direction. "If I had a map, I could find out where we are and see the satellite photos and follow it."

Jean opened an outer pocket on her small pack and handed him her cell phone. While she did, he stole a look at her almost-there outfit. His cock twitched.

"How about this?" she said handing it to him. "I have a map app on it I use a lot that I can save the coordinates for recall later.”

"Bless you. I left mine up at the house." He said as he worked the device and opened the map application. In seconds their position was pinpointed and he zoomed in to five hundred feet to get started with. As they walked, he switched the view to satellite and found the break in the trees where the power line they were under headed almost west from their position. Scrolling the map, he saw the substation about two miles up the road. Truth to tell, it was north of the property. He just hadn't taken into account the road rounded to the north past the bridge. He looked at the bridge again and noticed a much larger right-of-way cleared on one side of the road than the other. He pointed it out to her.

"That's where the old bridge was replaced. They built the new one right next to the old one. I had heard there was an error in the survey and they built the bridge on the wrong side of the old one. Instead of losing road frontage, I gained more after the old bridge was taken out." She explained. Ben scrolled the view toward where her house should be and found the cottage. As they walked, he zoomed out a step and saw the dirt clearing. Looking closer he handed her the phone back.

"There's your house." He pointed. She nodded and took the phone.

"That was about a month or two after they cleared the trees and started grading. They were digging out the basement then." She said.

They realized they neared the road when, through the trees, they heard a car pass by. As they got closer the trees were not as big around and thinned out a bit. Jean slowed and held back about two hundred feet from the road. Ben stopped and turned and cocked his head in question.

"If someone were to see two naked people by the road, that somebody will call the police." She warned and opened her little pack to retrieve his swim trunks. She tossed them to him. He nodded thanks and carefully slipped them over his boots and pulled them on.

"You coming?" he asked. She shook her head. The fact she wanted to stay naked while he was dressed made his cock twitch and semi-harden again.

Once decent, he turned and headed for the road. She paralleled him through the trees once he reached the road. She didn't feel like dressing and she felt comfortable the way she was. She felt the tingling in her core again as she thought about her exposed and vulnerable body. She was acting out a desire in her mind and following through with it. The thought of being his little forest nymph triggered her wetness. As it coated her pussy, it also clung to her gold chain panties then coated the insides of her thighs. As she walked the slippery sensation made her more aware of her exposed body as the moistness cooled when a breeze kicked up. The excitement of the possibility of getting caught was beginning to grow as she unconsciously moved a few yards closer to the road toward him as she followed his movements.

He turned right and walked toward the bridge. She followed his direction in the woods and came to the creek. He crossed to the other side, looked over then came back. He headed back in the direction he came from and Jean followed, again staying hidden in the trees but was now near one hundred fifty feet from the road. She adjusted her shotgun back over her shoulder after stumbling over a hidden rock and nearly losing her balance. The spell in her mind broke but not forgotten. She hadn't noticed she was closer to the road. Ben continued to walk for several minutes toward the unseen driveway entrance of her house and would be in about a mile or so.

She stopped, suddenly aware now that she was nearer the road when a car passed by. She froze behind a tree trying to put it between her and the view from the road. She didn't want to lose sight of Ben but she didn't want to be seen. She considered changing into her one-piece suit when she heard a roar of a big truck. It sounded like it was hauling something heavy to make that much noise and tried to call out to Ben.

"Ben." she called out. He didn't respond. "Ben!" she called louder. He looked around and she knew he heard. "Over here!" she called out still louder but afraid to wave or move lest she get attention from the wrong persons. He looked in her direction but didn"t start moving until a slow truck with an oversized load resembling a huge box came into view. It was followed by several cars behind as the truck moved along at an excruciatingly slow pace as it was about the climb the hill when it crossed the bridge. At that moment he started walking straight at her. Her eyes went wide when she realized they could see him and if he reached her, they would be able to see her. She was mortified and excited at the same time. She squeezed her eyes shut and stood there as her breathing and heart rate elevated. She could hear the blood rushing through her head as she felt flush. Her pussy was soaking wet as the excess ran down between her thighs. She didn't look around the tree again until the truck and cars had passed by.

Ben realized if he went up to her, anyone on the road watching him would also see her. When he saw her looking around the tree at him, he headed straight for her. The look on her face was of utter shock and fear. She pulled her head back from view. He laughed to himself. 'So.' He thought, 'she wants to play forest nymph.' He stopped about fifty feet from her tree and walked parallel to the road until he was standing between it and her hiding place. He was pretty sure nobody would see her but he hoped she didn't know that. The thought of having her trapped out in the open like that stirred him. He waved to make a show of friendliness and only one person in a car saw and waved back.

When the traffic passed and was mostly quiet again he started toward her hiding place. He