I stay and watch.

I stand, rooted in place, as I debate what to do. Old social conventions and inhibitions are urging me to leave. That’s when it clicks. I’m not on earth any more, am I? I’m in a new world with new rules. Does this woman want me to admire her naked body? How she shakes her hips and the looks she keeps shooting me over her shoulder to see if I’m watching say hell yes. Do I find her attractive? Insanely so! So, what’s my hang up?

Perceptions subtly shifted; I finally allow myself to admire her body. Her skin is flawless, the pale, milky white I’ve always associated with gingers. Our eyes meet, and she smiles widely as she sees I am admiring her form. She looks to be in her late twenties to early thirties, with green eyes that seem to twinkle with mirth and arousal, and a cute button nose as well as full, kissable lips.

She sits back on her heels, then stretches, perfect displaying her magnificent breasts to me, they are firm and considerably bigger than mine, she’s easily an E-cup. My eyes follow the slope of supple yet firm flesh and come to rest on her deep pink nipples, standing proudly and erect.

She slowly bends forwards again, and my eyes follow the curve of her spine downwards. I take a moment to admire her plump ass and pillowy thighs, biting my lower lip as my desire builds, before finally looking between her legs. Her hairless sex glistens with the evidence of her arousal. Clearly aware of where I’m looking, she reaches back and spreads her cheeks and I watch as her labia spread slightly, revealing to me a glimpse of her inner pink.

She releases her ass with one hand and threads the arm underneath herself between her legs. Her fingers begin to tease her clit, and she lets out a quiet moan that causes a spike of desire to flow through me. I don’t care who else is watching at this point as my hands reach down and begin fumbling with my jeans. If she’s getting herself off, I sure as hell am too.

It's whilst I’m distracted that I finally hear her speak, and her words bring all other thoughts to an immediate halt. “Are you going to hide in that bush all day, or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” She ask’s it as a question, but I hear an edge of command in her tone that causes me to shiver.

At this point it’s not a question of if we are going to fuck, but how. She is clearly ready to take the lead, and a part of me, a part that is still reeling at the newness and strangeness of this world, is sorely tempted to let her. But our eyes meet, and I can see the challenge there. I’m tempted to rise to that challenge, to match this woman’s fiery passion with my own.

(Author's note: bit of a brief chapter, but it leaves me at a nice splitting point for a few alternative routes that I have planned. I will try to get more chapters out over the next few days now that work is finished kicking my ass for the week, so please let me know if you have any requests, comments or feedback as they really help with my motivation and will help me improve overall. Hugs and kisses, H.B)