The stillness is profound. There isn’t a breath of wind, and here, in the woodland attached to our home, it feels like nature is waiting for something. The storms that will shake the last of the leaves from the trees have yet to arrive, but already I am walking on a carpet of reds, yellows golds and browns. As I stand here, I find I am actually straining to hear a single sound, but there is nothing, just a deep all-encompassing silence. Nature around me is dying.
I become aware of my own heartbeat. It feels strong and powerful among this sepulchral gloom and if I close my eyes, even for a few seconds, it feels like being in an isolation tank. The scent around me is what triggers what I do next. It is the damp, fusty aroma of decay. The leaves under my feet will decay and become food for the trees during their growth next year. But for now, there is no apparent life to be seen.
How long to I stand there? I really don’t know. I feel a desperate urge to do something lifegiving, to seed this woodland with an essence of life that will nourish it during its long winter sleep.
My hand is between my legs, but already I know that it will not do like this. Nature is unclothed, and so should I be. The buttons on my dress seem to know this too and there is no resistance and my fingers deftly undo them. My dress gets hung over a suitable branch and I ease my panties down. They join my dress, but not before I have inhaled my own scent until it fills my very soul.
I lean back against a tree. The coldness of the bark makes me shiver but I want to imbue it with some warmth from my living body. The bark isn’t too rough, being covered with a mossy blanket.
Again, my hand finds my sex. Of course I’m wet. Somehow some part of me knew this would happen even before I came down here. My feet are splayed apart and my knees are slightly bent. My clit is ching to be touched, but first, I want to grant a benediction to this tree. I hold myself open and slowly pee onto its roots. The water of life. Then, my fingers find my clit.
The very first touch sends electricity surging through me nd my head snaps backwards. If I hadn’t been leaning forward I would have hit my head. God, but this feels tremendous.
It isn’t enough though. My left hand joins my right between my legs and two fingers penetrate me. They curls around and find that small area of rough flesh called the G spot. Gentle rhythmic pressure and release is all I can manage in this position. But it will suffice.
There are no mental images. No scenarios. No cooked up fantasies. Instead Miss Brain gives me a distant image of myself. Just a girl, naked, masturbating in an autumn woodland. I realise that the harder I press my bum against the tree the better. There is some kind of protuberance there that finds it’s way to nicely press against my bum hole. It’s all I need.
The orgasm tears through me and I cry out freely in among the trees. No dirty words, no urging an imaginary lover to fuck me harder and faster. This is merely the harsh guttural sounds of sexual release. Of course, I squirt prodigiously. In fact, it seems never ending.
When I come back to myself, I straighten up. The ground between my feet is soaked. The mixture is my pee nd my squirt will soak deep into the ground. I notice that some of this trees roots are already glistening where errant splatters of my essence have fallen.
When I reach for my panties and pull them on, they feel cold and it makes me shiver. Particularly where the dampness was in the crotch. When that kisses my vaginal lips, it feels really cold, but soon, it will be joined by the inevitable leaking that occurs after an orgasm and will warm up again.
I pull my dress back on and do up the buttons. I realise my fingers are wet and slippery still and the buttons are covered with cloth. Each button now carries my scent. Once dressed, my consciousness seems to shift a fear. This forest is mine, and I don’t mean owned by my family.. there is part of me here, part that will be here for as long as this woodland exists. I pause for a moment before joining the world again to remember other forests I have masturbated in. They too carry my essence. They too hold me in their arms.
I feel strong as I walk back towards the house.
I feel feminine
I feel immortal.
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