A Mushroom Mishap.

15th of June, 17XX

Ms. Allison and I did not attain restful sleep last night. And I take full responsibility for it.

Our troubles began in the early evening, when she instructed and set me to constructing a rudimentary Bed for myself, while she began separating what she needed for her supplies from what we had found and preparing our evening meal. However, due to my lack of knowledge, much of my time was spent tying and retying the vines and twines that were supposed to hold the sticks in place. After perhaps the fifth or sixth time the entire thing collapsed, Ms. Allison sighed heavily and had me do something much less difficult. Stirring her soup pot. I made no attempt to protest, and the two of us traded places.

While I was nursing my Pride behind her back, I spied the Mushrooms I collected while were foraging earlier in the afternoon, laying upon her Board. They were about two or three inches high each, stalks about as thick as a finger with a little spots along them and bulbous caps. I had thought nothing of it, and merely added a couple into the pot. A few moments later, Ms. Allison stood up, brushed off her hands and proudly displayed the fairly rigid looking legs and supporting frame for my Bed. "Alright, the rest is up to you, Mr. Mckay," she said, pointing at the large pile of long straight sticks that we had collected, "just lay them down long ways as tightly as you can. It should hold your weight well enough." With a shrug, I began again to work on my Bed, and she returned to her Countertop. There was a slight pause when she got there, as if she was confused as to what was in front of her, but then she shook her head and resumed sorting out what we found.

As we ate and talked, I remarked that it seemed that her Hut seemed to be quite warm tonight. Wiping some sweat from her brow and fanning herself with her hand, she swallowed loudly, "It does, doesn't it? And humid. That is odd. Then again, it is usually just me in here, so maybe it's because of you?"

Try though I might, I could not help but gander as her Blouse began to cling to her chest, the fabric slowly growing damp, giving me just the barest hint of the form underneath. I coughed uncomfortably as my own sweat beaded down my face. "Maybe. It's, uh, it's a good thing we've built my Bed then. No need to share and... add more heat to it than we have to, eh?"

It could have been my imagination, or perhaps a flicker from the flame, but for the briefest moment, I thought I recognized that Ms. Allison was making eyes at me, the same way I had at her, before collecting herself. Licking her lips, she sniffed and said quickly, "Yes. That is... good. That is good." She nodded rapidly at me, and her mismatched eyes met mine. Our gaze lasted only a moment, before we both turned our faces away and ate in silence, my cheeks and chest growing warmer and warmer with every breath.

But, about an hour after we had decided to go to Bed, I felt like I was burning from the inside out. The layer of furs beneath me became sodden with my sweat as I tossed and turned. I threw off the fur I had been using as a Blanket, but to no avail. And to make matters even worse, the most primal of urges demanded to be satisfied. The Need to propagate my species surged through me, making myself swell with passion. I fought powerfully to control myself but, the crackling of the embers fell mute, and I could hear Ms. Allison's soft moans and whimpers. Opening my eyes to look through the thickest of my lashes, I glanced at her.

She had also cast aside her fur blanket. The moonlight filtering in from the gaps in her Roof, the fading glow of the dying fire threw shadows over everything, and the sweat coming off of her body gave her a dazzling and enchanting sheen. Her eyes were closed tight and she was biting on her collar to try and stay silent, while her hands busied themselves. One was pawing and groping at her breast over her shirt, while the other had hiked up her skirt and, I presumed, was doing the same to her nethers. A loud errant groan escaped from behind her teeth and reached my ears. The sweet sound of it made me throb painfully and I had to unbutton myself to alleviate it.

But once it was freed from my stifling trousers and met the comparatively cool air, she let out yet another lewd sound and I could restrain myself no longer. My hand drifted over, gripped firmly upon my rod, already slick from sweat and my own pre-seminal fluids, and began to slide along it. Tingles of onanistic physical pleasure crept up my spine, this time making me the one to elicit wanton noises.

Her eyes shot open and she looked in my direction. Our enflamed gazes met, and we both became still. Her expression of lust and indecision was plain to see, and I saw her tense up, lick her lips, and swallow. I believe that we were having similar thoughts. A man, a woman, alone together in the middle of a forest. No one but the two of us would know if there was to be a secret and impulsive tryst.

The temptation was strong.