April Auditions

April Auditions Jealousy. That's what brought us there. That, and that uncertain feeling of walking the plank and wondering if they'll really pull it out from under you. That had been my sacred place ever since I found it. Deeper than my desire to swim naked and cold in lake Superior, deeper than my desire to hire my best friend to shoot erotic photos of me deep in the superior national forest. Deeper than my desire for satisfying sex, i wanted to be desired in this place by someone else. There is this peace to the arboretum. This ability to wander from the perfect gardens into a lost land of meadow or forest. If you're up for the walk you can go as far out as your feet will take you. Not many people do really. It was late afternoon already, parents with little kids were leaving to find McDonald's, and the elderly had seen their manicured gardens and commented on the timing of the tulips and the new food in the restaurant and now were shuffling back to their town homes to rest. So we walked. The forest glades were lovely and offered many full fir trees for cover. Fifteen feet from the path i ducked under a huge wide tree, leaned my back up against it, and hoped that he would kiss me. He hates public kissing. But jealousy overcame uncertainty and the socially acceptable started to melt away. His kiss deepened and soon left me wrapped around him pushed against the tree. He fumbled for my breasts through my shirt but frustrated I unhooked my bra and slid it off wondering why id worn it in the first damn place. Soft warm familiar hands slipped up under my shirt, pulling it up and letting the warm surprisingly summer April breeze brush my skin. He dropped to his knees and ran his hands up and over my chest and hips while I moaned in pleasure and frustrated agony. Needing it to be more than just today. Footsteps on the path beside us broke the spell and my shirt fell easily back in place. Stuffing my bra in the camera bag I decided to try my luck. Even if only once, maybe I could play my long held fantasy just a bit, maybe. So we walked toward the meadow i adored, tall grass, deep fir border, bits of trees and moments of pond and sun. I learned to love this last year in the fading light of evening. High up on a hill, two photogs with an excellent camera were seeing something, but not in the direction we walked. Underneath a tiny tree I found a small rock slab, sort of a bench. I lay down on it in front of him, offering him a chance. For a moment I thought he might not take it. We were very much exposed and in the open. I closed my eyes then, and gasped when I felt his lips around my nipple. Sucking and circling his eyes watched me. The sun beat down on my skin and the lips became fingers pulling and pinching, cupping them and kneading them. He kissed me then, like he ought to have kissed me before. Trailing his lips down my neck and all the way to my stomach, I turned to see him go hard in his jeans, seeing reluctant desire on his face. Kneeling beside me I considered touching him, but I was greedy and I didn't want him to stop. I wondered if the photographer's were getting a better shot than they had planned for. But just as I felt myself go hot and wet two people began to follow our trail. Frustrated I pulled my clothes back down and scanned the skyline. I took his hand and led him. No more playing around. No more interruptions. Huge fir trees in a clump were harboring a flock of turkeys, who were about to be relocated. Using his sweatshirt for a pillow I lay down on a bed of pine needles. Smelling Christmas and summer at the same time I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. Off on a breeze I am suddenly in a deep warm forest. I am on my knees facing a beautiful blonde haired man. Sunkissed in a pile of leaves I toss my hair back in a cascade of purple streaked with blue that brushes the small of my back and teases the swirl of butterfly's tattooed there. No more interest in playing around I yank his shirt over his head and swirl my fingers in the hairs on his chest. Kissing and sucking my way down his side I reach for his zipper and relieve him of the pants that are seriously in my way. Then I laugh. Who wears jeans with no underwear? Apparently it happens. Good though, because I'm impatient now. His hands are all over me, finally holding my waist and sinking down into my pile of leaves, legs still spread I bite his neck till I know it hurts and then wrap my gentle fingers around his cock. The surprise is written on his face. My pleasure lies there. I run my tongue around the inside curl of his ear and I feel him quiver. Somewhere, back in reality, the quiver is mine, as a branch off the fire tree brushes over my breasts and stomach working it's way further down my body. But I belong here, in my fantasy, where I can find pleasure my own way. I nibble the tender skin just behind his ear, distracting him, then circle the head of his penis with my fingernails. Desperately soft, he growls in surprise and frustration for yet again falling to my whim. I let my fingers pinch his tip and then lick the center of my hand and roll it over his penis back and forth. I know back in those pine needles my nipples are rock hard and my clit has swollen and warmed and is sending shocks of desire through my body. They mix with my fantasy and my pile leaves rustles as I shiver in pleasure. Circling his penis at the top I draw a line around his sack and then pull my hand down his shaft over and over, a moment later raking his back with my nails, leaving him gasping in pleasure that surpasses pain, once again teaching him contradiction. I feel him starting to come, feel that first trickle and use it to wet his shaft, working him for real now, and my tongue teasing his own hard nipple he comes in a flood and a cry, wrapping his hands in my hair as he pulls me down with him in the dappled beauty of my own personal forest. Wet and desperate and back in reality i let those hands tease my ready nipples and I touch myself, caught between thrill and fear of being discovered, my body is ready and stroking up and down I finally satisfy the ache that's been growing all day. In my head, I write a new fantasy.