Nature Rising(f/f)
                                           by
                                          Tayla

Disclaimer: This a work of pure fiction intended for adult enjoyment.


After putting in sixty hours at the company this week finishing a big
project, I decided to get away, by myself, on this beautiful Saturday
morning. A neighbor told me about a spot out in the country with a pond
owned by his family. I packed a nice champagne lunch, gathered up some
compact disks and my portable player, pulled a couple of quilts out of
storage and loaded my car.

I found the area my friend described with no problem. It was as beautiful
as he said with the pond shimmering and lots of trees. After doubling my
quilts for cushioning, I spread out a few of my things, popped in a cd and
laid back to commune with nature. My hand slipped inside my shorts to
commune with my recently shaved pussy. There's nothing quite like the feel
of a slightly sore sore pussy being manipulated. It's that pleasure and
pain thing. I drifted off after I came.

I was awakened by the feeling of someone watching. When I pulled my eyes
open and eased my hand from my shorts, I saw shapely female legs in white
sandals. My eyes traveled up a long distance to the bottom of a short
yellow skirt, to large breasts jutting under a matching tank top, to the
sweet angel face of a teenage girl with a most unusual shade of red curly
hair.

"Hi," she said smiling. "You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to
waken you."

"Hello. I thought I was all alone out here."

"You would have been. My boyfriend and I were hanging out just over the
ridge. We had a fight and he took off without me. He said I needed some
time to think about things and he'd pick me up at 4 o'clock. I've just been
wandering around."

Looking at my watch, I said, "It's only just 1:30. How dare he leave you
alone this long. Are you all right? He didn't hurt you, did he?" looking
her up and down.

No, no, nothing like that. The fight was verbal--about sex, of course. He's
more than ready, but I'm not--at least not with him.

"You made a good decision. Don't let anyone force you into something you
don't want to do. I'm hungry after that nap. Would you like to join me in
lunch? I have plenty." Taking a moist towlette from my basket, I wiped both
hands clean, taking extra care with the one I pulled from my shorts. She
help me to remove the food for our feast.

"This is all very nice. You're use to elegant picnics from the looks of
this food," she said spreading pate' on a cracker.

"I like elegance and beauty in all aspects of my life. So, tell me a little
about yourself," I said as I took a morsel from my plate. "But, wait, let
me go first. My name is Rochelle. I'm a highly stressed advertising
executive in the city, divorced, no kids, 34 years old. I don't mind
telling people how old I am. Lying is unnecessary because you still can't
be any younger that you are. The people at my office say I like Nicole
Kidman--yeah, right, in my dreams. Now you."

"Well, I'm a dumped 16 year old by the name of Heather. My parents have me
in a private girls' school which I really do like a lot. I spend the
summers with them in the city and at our cabin in the mountains. The guy
who left me here is the son of my parents' best friends. And I am a spoiled
and only child," she said smiling.

"Well, Heather you are also a beautiful and spoiled only child. I can't
quite make out the shade of red of your hair."

"Only my hairdresser knows for sure," she laughed quoting that old
commercial. "Is that a champagne bottle sticking out? There," she said
pointing to the cooler.

"Yes it is. I had a cup just before my nap. But you're a little young for
champagne, aren't you?"

"Actually, no. Upperclassmen, such as myself, have wine in social settings
at school. It's part of our finishing school training to learn and
appreciate good wines. And my parents serve wine with every meal."

"In that case," I said grabbing an extra cup, "have some wine, Heather. And
you certainly won't be driving an automobile." She took the full cup from
my fingers. This was the hand I masturbated with I thought as our fingers
touched briefly.

I filled our cups several times as we talked. I was getting a pleasant
little "buzz," not drunk, but feeling good. She had kicked out of her
sandals and was sitting Indian-style on the quilts. She didn't seem
intoxicated either. When she moved I caught sight of the yellow panties she
wore. She saw me looking at her crotch.

"It's okay if you want to look. They're a little wet right now. When I came
upon you sleeping with your hands in your shorts, I got a little turned
on. Your hand was moving as you slept."

Blushing bright red, I quietly said, "I'm sorry you saw that Heather. I
didn't shock you? An older woman like me playing with herself?"

"Like I said, I was turned on, Rochelle. It's very common in the dormitory
where I live. We think nothing of it. We even finger each other
sometimes. Hell, we screw each other a lot of the time."

"Really. You hear rumors about what goes on when the same sex is thrown so
close together. I guess you guys like it, huh?"

"Oh yes! I have a favorite girl I like to do it with so much so that we
switched accomodations so that we could end up in the same room
together. Most nights, after fucking, we sleep in each others arms. That's
one the reason why I won't have sex with with him," she said pointing her
thumb toward the road. Drinking another cup of champagne, she looked
directly into my eyes after they left her panties again. "I can show you
what I do with my roommate. I can make love to you right here."

I was trembling under her stare. It's been such a long time since I had
time for sexual recreation. My finger can be okay, but I miss the pleasure
of contact with another warm body.  "You want to fuck with me, Heather? Is
that what you're saying?"

"It's what I'm saying, Rochelle," she said as she pulled her tank top over
her head, revealing her high full breasts. "Do you like these?" she said
hefting them in both hands. "They are yours to suck on if you want them."
Heather leaned back on the quilt and removed her little skirt and panties
in one fell swoop.

She was naked, gorgeous, sexy personified, and mine if I wanted her. I
moved on my knees to her. Tentatively, I reached for both breasts and
hefted them as she did. My mouth moved down to taste one sweet nipple, then
the other. Her head fell back as I sucked them. When I brought my head up
and looked in her lust-filled eyes, I knew our fucking would be the next
order of this day. I quickly removed my clothing and waited. "Heather,
you'll have to help me out here. I want you, but I'm uncertain as to what
to do."

"Beautiful, sweet Rochelle," she mumbled as she pushed me back and down on
the quilt. "First, I will suck your pussy. That is the best part."

Heather spread my legs and got between them. Putting a leg on each
shoulder, she brought my pussy to her mouth, cupping my ass. Never has my
pussy been so well used and thoroughly pleased as when sweet Heather did
it. She knew where to put her tongue in my folds, how to suck my clit to
the sweetest of multiple orgasms, how to plunge into my wet darkness and
make it light with her tongue. When she pulled her mouth away from me, I
whimpered, wanting more. Heather did not disappoint me as my back arched
pushing my pussy to capture her tongue. Again and again.

My pussy was never left bare to nature as Heather rose to cover it with her
own. The feel of our lips and folds mingling, clits jutting as we screwed
our pussies into each other was matched only by the feel of her thick
tongue fucking my mouth. I could feel myself about to come, but I held it
off as many times as I could. When I did come, pushing up to Heather,
pushing her little ass down to me, it was magnificent. The trees caught my
screams of ecstacy. This was far better than any finger could ever be. Here
I was, out the open, orgasming under young, warm, pliable, willing flesh
that was also cumming because of me.

"Thank you, Heather. I've never felt like that in my whole life." I kissed
her.
 
"Told you," she said.

"If you and your roommate do this all the time, I can see why you love
private school. I wish I had gone."

"Rochelle, what time is it? Three fifteen--good. Let me show you a little
something else we do in the dorms. Ever heard of 69'ing? No? Well let me
show you."  Heather rose and assumed the position being the diligent
teacher that she was.

Could it get any better than this. I mean, could it? I thought. Here I am
in the middle of a beautiful meadow, naked, a soft wind cooling my ass,
crouched over a beautiful young nymph whose long tongue is moving in my
pussy making me cum. The music of Bach on the cd player was so very
appropriate as I had my first taste of her young pussy.


         If you do anything worthwhile today, "do it" with a woman.