Silent Glade

Silent Glade

I’m watching her again; I can’t help but watch the blonde beauty that enters my glade. She walks with a cat like grace, her body is well toned not muscular but does suggest that she is a hard working young woman. She wears clothes unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.

Her trouser seem to mould them selves to her tight heart shaped buttocks, her shirt shows a strip of skin around her stomach, and is tight across her ample breasts. I can’t even begin to describe the feelings that are sparked within my being at seeing her wearing such delight full but odd clothing.

I watch as she moves towards the small spring that is situated within my glade, her hands grip the bottom of her shirt and then drag it up and over her bare breasts, once her breasts are released from the confining prison they bounce for a moment as is enjoying the freedom.

Her feet move in a practiced motion to kick of the odd things she wears on her bare feet, her hands move to fiddle with something at the front of her trousers, they loosen a moment later and she slips them off and over her heart shaped buttocks. She stands now in only an odd garment which cups her buttocks and sex.

I can feel my root harden as I watch these things, it isn’t long before my throbbing root is at its fullest length and my sweet honey begins to seep from its tip. My hand encloses the base of my root and I begin to stroke it from its base towards its tip, slowly at first but as I watch her slip her last piece of covering off her body my hands motion increases.

My eyes lock on her bent figure, roaming over her heart shaped buttocks down towards her lower lips, which have started to moisten as my honeys scent spreads through out my glade. I hear her give of a gentle moan as her lower lips moisten even more, she stands and controls her body’s need, as she has learnt to do after having visited my glade for many risings of the sun.

My other hand reaches down below