First, you meet her

The early morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant sound of a babbling brook. It was a perfect day for a hike, the kind of day that made you feel alive just by breathing in the freshness. The sun had barely started to peek over the treetops, casting long shadows across the dew-covered forest floor.

The trail wound through the woods like a serpent, the dense foliage providing a cool embrace from the impending heat of the day. With each step, the soles of my boots squished into the moist earth, sending a spray of water droplets into the air. The only companions I had were the rustling of leaves and the occasional birdcall, a serene orchestra that soothed my soul.

As the path grew steeper, my breaths grew heavier. The sweat on my forehead melded with the mist rising from the forest floor, creating a salty sheen that clung to my skin. The trees began to thin, and I caught a glimpse of a small clearing up ahead. A beam of sunlight pierced the canopy, revealing a patch of vibrant greenery that looked like a secret garden, untouched by human hands.

Approaching the clearing, my heart skipped a beat as a figure came into view. A woman, completely naked, stood in the center with her back to me. Her skin was a glowing tan that suggested she was a regular visitor to this place, and her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of chestnut silk. She had a body that defied the rigors of time, curvy and firm, with breasts that swayed gently with each movement. She was a vision of nature's beauty, uninhibited by societal norms.

The woman was bent slightly, one hand on her hip, the other reaching to pluck a wild berry from a nearby bush. Her posture was perfect for showcasing the heart-shaped derrière that seemed to demand attention, and the muscles in her legs rippled as she stepped closer to the light. Her beauty was raw and untouched, a stark contrast to the refined, filtered images bombarding my phone screen daily.

I froze, unsure if I should announce my presence or retreat quietly. But she must have heard the rustling of the underbrush because she spun around, the berry hovering just before her full, glossy lips. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t seem alarmed by the sight of a stranger in the woods. Instead, she took a step closer, curiosity piquing in her gaze.

Her eyes met mine, and the intensity of the moment was palpable. Time seemed to slow down as we stared at each other, the only sound our synchronized breaths and the distant chirping of birds. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and she blinked slowly, a silent question hanging in the air. I felt a heat rise in my cheeks, and I realized I was staring at her with the same hunger that a man lost in the desert might gaze upon an oasis.

Gathering my wits, I managed to croak out a greeting. "Hi," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "I'm... I'm just passing through."

The woman tilted her head slightly, the sun glinting in her green eyes. "A rare visitor," she said with a knowing smile. "You're the first to find this spot in a while." Her voice was smooth as honey, with a hint of amusement. She didn't bother to cover herself, seemingly unfazed by my presence or her own nudity.

I tried to avert my gaze, but my eyes kept darting back to her. Her confidence was intoxicating, and I found myself fumbling for words. "I... I didn't mean to disturb you."

The naked woman took another step forward, the berry forgotten. She studied me, her eyes roving over my body. "You don't have to be shy," she said, her smile growing wider. "I'm Karen." She held out a hand, and the sun's rays painted her skin in a warm, golden light.

I took her hand, feeling the electricity of her touch. "I'm Alex," I murmured, trying to keep my eyes on hers. They kept drifting down, drawn to the patch of curly hair between her legs, the way it matched the color of the berry still hovering from her fingertips.

Karen noticed my gaze and chuckled. "It's alright," she said, her voice as warm as the sun on my skin. "You can look. I'm not here to judge."

Her casual acceptance of the situation was disarming, and I felt a knot of tension loosen in my chest. I took in her beauty, the way the light kissed her skin, revealing the soft contours of her stomach and the curve of her hips. She was the epitome of a natural goddess, and the setting only amplified her allure.

"Thank you," I managed, swallowing hard. "This place... it's incredible."

Karen smirked, a knowing glint in her eye. "Place? I don't think you were looking at the place." She took another step closer, closing the gap between us, and the heat from her body washed over me, making me all too aware of my own. "But I don't mind the admiration."

Her hand still in mine, she tugged gently, leading me into the clearing. The sun had fully risen now, and the light played across her body like an artist's brush, highlighting the freckles that dotted her skin and the way her breasts swayed as she moved. We sat down on a large, flat rock, the coolness of it a stark contrast to the warmth of her palm against mine.

"So, Alex," Karen began, her voice like a soft caress, "what brings you to this secluded part of the woods?"

Her question snapped me out of my trance, and I stuttered, trying to form a coherent response. "Just... hiking," I said, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears. "I needed a break from the city, you know?"

Karen nodded, her eyes twinkling with understanding. "Ah, the city," she said, as if speaking of a distant, mythical place. "Always so boring and predictable, isn't it?" She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my cheek. "But nature has a way of surprising you."

I felt my heart race as she spoke, her nakedness creating an undeniable tension between us. The air was thick with unspoken desires, and I could feel my cock twitch in my shorts, straining against the fabric. She didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she chose to ignore it, continuing our conversation as if we were old friends sharing a quiet picnic.

"I come here years ago for escape," Karen said, her eyes never leaving mine. "From the noise, the judgment, the... people. It's peaceful, isn't it?"

I nodded, unable to articulate the tumult of thoughts and feelings churning inside me. The way she spoke of the city, it was as if she knew my soul's deepest yearnings. "It's... perfect," I murmured, the word feeling inadequate to describe the beauty of the moment.

Karen leaned back on the rock, her arms spread out behind her, arching her back in a way that made her breasts rise. I couldn't help but stare, my eyes tracing the path of sunlight down her body. She noticed, her smile deepening. "You know," she said, her voice a seductive purr, "You're the first person who wanted to have a conversation with me instead of just wanting to empty your balls."

I felt a jolt of surprise at her directness, and heat spread through my cheeks. "What?" I sputtered, trying to maintain my composure.

Karen's smile grew more mischievous. "You heard me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Most men would've had their cocks inside me by now." She paused, her eyes flicking down to my crotch. "But you, you're different."

I gulped, my mind racing with the implications of her words. "You let people use you like a free use toy? Just out here?"

Karen's expression grew more playful. "Yes, Alex," she purred, "I always like sperm, cocks, and a good time. But you're not just looking for a quick fuck in the woods. Why?"

"Because I don't usually go around **** random women." I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rush of blood to my groin.

Karen laughed, the sound echoing through the clearing. "Oh, honey," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're not like the others, are you? You want permission." She reached out and trailed her fingers along the length of my thigh, and I felt my cock jerk in response. "Very well, I'll give it to you."

I felt a mix of confusion and arousal as she spoke, my body betraying me with its obvious reaction to her touch. Her fingers inched closer to the bulge in my shorts, and she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "What and how do you want to do it?"

"Sorry?" I croaked, not quite believing what I had just heard. Karen's hand had reached the edge of my shorts, and the anticipation was almost too much to handle. She leaned back, her hand retreating slightly, a knowing look in her eyes.

"What and how do you want to do it?" Karen's words danced around my mind, setting my senses ablaze. Her hand hovered over the fabric that was the last barrier between her skin and my burning desire. "Do you want to cuddle me while you stick it in my pussy? Do you want to break my ass?"

I couldn't believe this was happening. A beautiful, mature woman, laying naked before me, offering herself so freely. It was like a dream, a fantasy that I never knew I had. "I... I..." I stuttered, my mind racing with the sudden reality of the situation.