Message-ID: <21254asstr$942624601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: d137@my-deja.com Subject: {ASSM} Three Days X-Post-Date: Mon, 04 Oct 1999 14:21:14 GMT Lines: 307 X-Original-Message-ID: <7tad4b$1su$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Oct 04 14:21:14 1999 GMT X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -5 Date: Sun, 14 Nov 1999 19:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin The following story has sexually explicit content. If you are too young, offended by such material, or in a location where such material is illegal, you should not read this. -------------------------------------------------------------------- THREE DAYS The First Day Every year we spend two weeks camping in a different place. My husband researches a place where we can rent a cabin that is near good fishing and is as isolated as possible. He can then fish to his heart's content. I clean the fish and do the cooking. When the kids were small, he'd go fishing and I'd look after them. As they grew up, we'd spend that time exploring the area. Now that the kids have moved out, it's just the two of us, so while he fishes, I explore on my own. He fishes until he catches enough for our dinner, and then it's catch and release the rest of the day. Occasionally, after a whole day of fishing he still hasn't caught enough for dinner. On those days, we drive into the nearest town and find a restaurant. Even though the food is often mediocre, I kind of like it because it gives me a break from cleaning and cooking. This year, we had a small cabin on a hillside, not too far from a stream reputed to have good fishing. For several days, my exploring took a downhill direction and I gained a pretty good idea of all the trails in that direction. Eventually, I decided to go up to the top of the hill to see what could be seen from there. When I got to the top, I stopped to catch my breath and enjoy the view. I could see quite a distance, most of which was covered with trees, but with an occasional town or isolated house. As I was looking, a flock of Canada geese passed overhead, circled down, and then disappeared behind some trees below and to my left. Since they didn't come back up, it meant there was probably a lake or something there. I headed in that direction. After a few twists and turns, I found an opening where I could sit on a flat rock and see the small lake where the geese had landed. In addition to the geese, there were about a dozen mallards and what appeared to be a loon, all floating lazily in the sunshine. It all seemed so relaxing. The flat rock I was sitting on had been warmed by the sun and a thick growth of bushes obscured it from the path on which I had come, so it seemed a perfect place for a little sunbathing. I took off my t-shirt and bra, and was unlacing my hiking shoes when a sudden motion of the birds caught my attention. The ducks and geese were all swimming toward the end of the lake on my right, and the loon took off, disappearing into the distance. I could see ripples coming from the left end of the lake, but couldn't see all the way to that end because of the trees. A moment later a man came wading into my view from that end. I grabbed my clothes and huddled behind a bush where he couldn't see me and peeked out at him. He was dark haired and completely naked, his penis swaying from side to side as he waded further into the lake, which was evidently rather shallow at that end. He was well built, not with the bulging muscles of a bodybuilder, but with the sleek, taut body of a runner or swimmer. You could see the strength of his thighs as he strode into the lake. He continued wading, moving into deeper water, until the water level reached his hips. The he slid into the water and began a graceful crawl that propelled him rapidly across the lake. His stroke was so smooth and splashless that the ducks and geese simply parted to let him pass among them. When he reached the end of the lake, he turned over and, floating on his back, started a leisurely return. I was entranced by this naked body, laid out before me like an offering. It seemed so erotic. His hips were submerged but the bouyancy of the water raised his penis straight up, almost pointing at me. Without conscious effort, my hand, which had been covering my breasts from the moment I had hidden, began to caress my nipple. As I became aware of it, it occurred to me that this was a lovely place to play with myself - the sunlight warming me on a lazy day and a naked, attractive man stretched out for me to gaze at. With my other hand, I unbuttoned my jeans and found my clitoris. I rubbed and massaged myself as he drifted in front of me. I would have liked to have stretched out to feel the breeze, but stayed in my crouching position so he wouldn't see me. When I came, I stiffled the noises that I normally would have emitted. By now, he had drifted back to my left. As I crouched there panting, he rolled over and began his crawl again. I slipped back into the woods, pulled up and buttoned my pants, put my bra and t-shirt back on, and headed for home. All evening, as I cleaned and cooked my husband's catch and listened to his fish stories, I kept wondering whether the man I had seen was staying near the lake or was a passing hiker who just happened to stop there to take a dip. I knew I would go back the next day to see if he was there again, and I knew that I shouldn't. The Second Day The next day, I headed up over the top of the hill and down to my flat rock. All the way there, I kept telling myself I shouldn't go back and answering that I just wanted a quick peek and then I'd go somewhere else. I reached the rock and crouched down behind a bush. There was the lake, with the ducks and geese there again, but no sign of the loon. Nor was the man there. I decided to wait, no more than 10 minutes, and had just moved into a more comfortable crouch when I sensed, rather than heard, something behind me. I looked over my shoulder and there he stood, not six feet from where I crouched. The shock made me lose my balance and I would have tumbled down the hill if I hadn't grabbed a branch of the bush. It took me a moment or two to regain my balance and then I clumsily managed to stand up and turn to him. "You startled me." He stood there, wearing only torn off shorts and sandals, his body dappled with sunlight through the leaves. His eyes, so dark his irises seemed to merge with his pupils, seemed to bore into me. Neither smiling nor frowning, he stared at me for what seemed like minutes and then finally uttered one word. "Come!" With that he turned and walked away. It was like his eyes had somehow implanted magnets into me. As he walked away, I felt pulled by his presence and found myself unwittingly following him down the hill. I neither questioned what I was doing nor even was aware that I was doing anything odd. After a short walk we came to a grassy clearing that ran from a small cabin down to the lake. This was evidently where he had entered the lake when I first saw him. He walked down to the edge of the lake, turned and faced me, and without hesitating stepped out of his sandals and shorts. Completely nude, he stared at me. A vibrancy ran through my body. It was clear that he was waiting for me to undress. It seemed the most natural thing for me to take off my clothes. He stood there watching as I removed by t-shirt and bra, and then sat down to take off my hiking shoes and socks. I stood up again and as I lowered my jeans and panties he turned and stepped into the water. A moment later I followed him and we waded into the lake. Like any mountain lake, the water was very cold, but the shivers that ran through my body as we made our way into deeper water had nothing to do with the temperature. As on the preceding day, when the water was up to his hips, he began swimming. I followed a moment later, although my clumsy stroke could not match the way he slid smoothly through the water, as if he were some kind of animal, an otter perhaps, born to glide through water. We swam toward the opposite end of the lake, the birds again simply gliding away from him, although when I approached they scurried away from me more nervously. His stroke, so much stronger and more efficient than mine, would open a gap between us, but he would turn and wait for me until I almost closed the gap. Then he was off again. When we were almost at the opposite side of the lake, he stopped. I eventually caught up to him - panting, showing my lack of fitness for serious swimming. As on the previous day, he turned on his back and started floating, paddling just enough with his hands to keep him moving back toward where we had entered the lake. I imitated his movements, relaxing finally as we slowly made our way. We paddled side by side. I was overcome by a feeling of elation as I floated next to this complete stranger, both of us naked, the sun warming our bodies in the cool water. After drifting most of the way across the lake, we repeated the process, swimming one way, floating the other, for what seemed like hours. Finally, back near our starting point, he stood up and waited for me to join him. Together we waded out of the water. I was struck by the fact that his penis hardly seemed to have shrunk at all. After swimming, especially in cold water, my husband's would shrink until it barely peeked out from his pubic hair, looking like a mushroom in the grass. When we got to the shore, he strode over to a tree. I saw that he had previously placed two towels over a branch. He had somehow known that I would come back and would follow him down to the lake and into the water! He threw me a towel and together we dried off and got dressed. As I returned the towel to him, he said only his second word to me. "Tomorrow!" And with that, he turned and headed up to his cabin. All that evening, as I cooked and ate the dinner, all I could think was that I couldn't go back tomorrow. Yet I kept hearing that one word over and over again, like a command, "Tomorrow!" The Third Day I did go back the next day. I didn't even look when I got near the flat rock, but continued walking down to the grassy clearing where I found him naked, waiting for me. I quickly undressed and we waded into the lake together toward the birds. The geese and ducks seemed to know we were coming, the loon had not returned. This time, however, after we had swum to the center of the lake, he did not continue across, but began swimming in large circles around me. As I continued swimming toward the other side, he headed me off, changing my direction by swimming in front of me. He swam in smaller and smaller circles, gliding around me with his smooth stroke, and seemed to be herding me back in the direction from which we had come, back toward the grassy clearing. He guided my direction as a sheep dog herds a flock of sheep, but it wasn't the fear that the sheep feel that made me change direction. Rather, it was an erotic tingle that surged through me as I obeyed his unspoken commands. Slowly we headed back, with him coming closer and closer to me. At times I could almost feel him touch me. As we neared the shore, he made me come to a stop. I tried to tread water and found I could stand with my head and shoulders out of the water. I stood there with my legs spread for balance when suddenly he dove down and darted between my legs. Did he touch me or was it only the rush of water that I felt across my labia as he slid between my legs? He repeated this several times, and each time I felt the gentle brush of him or the water across me and I realized I was becoming highly aroused. Finally, he stood up in front of me and, backing out of the water, gestured for me to come with him. I could not have disobeyed that gesture if I had wanted to. When we reached the grassy clearing, he again threw me a towel, but this time he kept me from the spot where I had left my clothes. Once we were both dry, he stood in front of me and, staring at me with those dark, penetrating eyes, he gestured downward. It seemed clear that I was to kneel and I did so. Then, backing away, with more gestures he induced me to bend over, so that I was on all fours. Waving me forward toward him as he receded, he had me crawl for about five feet or so. Then, he gestured with an open palm and said only his third word to me. Like the first two, it was a command: "Stay!" as you would say when commanding a dog. I obeyed, as I had with his first two commands. I stayed while he retreated into the woods. I didn't dare move. A few minutes later he returned, crawling on all fours. He circled around me slowly and then approached me head on until our noses were almost touching. He sniffed at me and then crawled along side of me, sniffing as he went. When he passed my feet, he began sniffing my haunches. He turned and, crawling between my hind legs, which he spread with his front paws (as it seemed), he began sniffing first my buttocks, then my anus, then my vulva. Holding my position on my hands and knees, I turned my head to look at him. His penis, which had been hanging down between his legs, was now erect, running along his tight abdomen, almost parallel to the ground. He continued sniffing my vulva, brushing it, almost pushing his nose between my labia, as if I were a bitch in heat. As, indeed, I was! Then, I felt his tongue on my labia and it was like an electric shock starting in my vagina and expanding throughout my body. My nipples tingled, although my breasts, which hung down from me in this position, were untouched. I rocked back on my knees to try to capture his tongue within me. And then he mounted me. He climbed on my back, supporting himself with his front legs on either side of me, and I could feel his hard penis probing at my labia. I had, by this time, secreted so much liquid that the tip of his penis easily slid into me. He paused for a moment and then began a slow humping, sliding his penis further into me with each thrust. Pushing harder and harder, he gripped my sides with his forelegs as he drove his penis all the way into me. I strained backward to receive as much of him as I could. Looking between my legs, I could see his testicles hanging there and I wanted to suck them into me. Thrust after thrust, he drove into me. He began to pant, and I found myself panting in chorus with him. Then, as I started to come, he gave one last thrust and began to howl. His cry echoed from the hills as his semen spurted into me, and I shivered as shock wave after shock wave surged through my body. The thrusting stopped and we remained quietly panting and locked together. Finally, he withdrew and crawled off into the woods. I held the position, still obeying his "Stay" command, unable to move. He didn't reappear, but still I remained in the "Stay" position, his semen leaking out of me and down my legs. Then, I heard the cry of a loon and saw it glide by me into the lake. Somehow, that released me and I could move. Slowly, gingerly, I rose. I walked back into the water to wash myself, scrubbing the now dried semen off. Then I returned and dried myself with a towel that he had left hanging on a branch. I dressed and left without seeing him again. I got back to our cabin only a few minutes before my husband returned from fishing. Over dinner, after fussing about how hundreds of fish in the lake somehow almost managed to elude him, he eventually asked me how I had spent my day. "Oh, I went exploring and found a little lake with geese and ducks in it." Perhaps my voice didn't go down enough at the end of the sentence, perhaps there was an extra breath there, somehow he knew there was more to it than that. "And...?" "Well, it was such a nice day that I went skinny dipping," I said, not wanting to lie but not anxious to tell him the whole story. "Yeah, this place is so isolated I guess you could skinny dip without worry." Would he pursue it, I wondered as he chewed on his meal. "I couldn't believe how many fish there were in that stream. I could see them all over......" and off he went with his fish story. THE END ----------------------------------------------------------------- I would appreciate your comments. Please write me at d137@my-deja.com Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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