Date: Sat, 08 Jul 2000 18:56:14 EDT From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com> Subject: Randi XX Randi XX is a sudden departure from the adventure continuum. I have been experimenting with vignettes, short stories of fantasy. The were written specifically for my own amusement and for a very few friends. Once in a while, I shall throw one out for your approval. I would very much appreciate any and all response to these little ones. I enjoy creating them and I hope you enjoy them, too. Currently, I'm working on a story about my dear "little sister", Linda, who is about to embark on a new life away from the Broadway stage, and my private little surprise party for her. Please stay tuned for it. And, now. . . Mist It was so very, very cold that I had the zipper of my jumpsuit up past my chin and my scarf tied snugly around my throat. The moon was full, almost blindingly as I skied the final several hundred yards through the lonely section of the forest. I stopped near a large outcropping of rocks to try to determine where I was, having lost my way several hours earlier. Glancing at the compass strapped to my right wrist, I decided to go further North and through the next crop of trees. A bit shaken, I noticed a mist beginning to form, gently blurring the blazing moon as I pushed off. I glided on for the next twenty minutes, carefully making my way through the trees, noticing, with a tingling up my spine, that the mist had begun settling more thickly over the landscape and the temperature had begun to drop even more. Strange, though. It seemed that the farther I went into the forest, the more dense the mist became. Feeling very alone, my cell phone inconsequential because of the surrounding mountains, I persevered, carefully gliding in and around trees. Suddenly, I broke to a quick halt, almost tumbling down a sharp incline, to the edge of a severe chasm. I held tightly to a nearby tree, catching my breath and casting around for a landmark of some kind. The absolute dead silence was what struck me first. Not a bird, nor the chattering of forest creatures, not even the rustle of a branch. In fact, the only sound was a distant throbbing, a loud, pounding sound that pulsed so intently, I was shocked to realize that the sound was that of my own heart. Then, abruptly I looked ahead. Several hundred yards, somewhat to the left. A light. A tiny, steady light. But, I was certain that I had looked there before and there had been nothing. And, now. Well, perhaps I'd lost it in the mist, I thought. I realized, though, that I had no choice. I had to find shelter soon or I would be spending the night in the middle of a frozen landscape. Cautiously, I pushed off, carefully sliding down the incline to the edge of the chasm and headed toward the light. I was certain I'd lost it several times as I continued, hoping that it wasn't merely the reflection of some star light, but the light was still there. I stopped to rest for a moment near the edge of the chasm and glanced carefully over the edge. Deeper than any that I'd seen in these mountains, I found that I could not see the bottom. Looking off across the chasm, the light, filtering through the trees on the other side. Slowly, I made my way along the chasm, hoping that it would close, permitting me the opportunity to cross toward the light. Damn! That mist is getting thicker, I thought as I continued along, watching my footing all the way. Suddenly, I stopped. Directly ahead of me. A bridge. A small, rather rickety, wooden hand bridge, barely wide enough for one, with rope side rails for safety. Snow covered the bridge, indicating that it had been quite some time since anyone had ever set foot on it. It also cried out to me that it might not support even my fairly light weight. I knelt down and unlocked my skis and put them on my shoulder. Taking a deep breath, again, the only sound in the unearthly silence of the mountains, I gingerly began to make my way across the bridge. To assuage my fear, I stared straight ahead, avoiding at all costs looking down. Several times, the bridge creaked and swiveled as I made my way across, but, finally, I had done it. I was across. I looked back at the bridge, now almost entirely enshrouded in the ethereal mist and shuddered. The mist was making me feel so creepy. And, the dead silence. How could there not even be a single breeze, a forest animal? Shifting the heft of my skis onto my shoulder, I turned around and stopped. Directly before me, perhaps no more that a hundred yards, was a small, beautiful chateau. Red shingles, with a tall, tapered roof line, the shuttered windows leaking their light, I watched a small plume of smoke rise from it's red brick chimney. Had the mist been that thick that I'd missed it, I thought? Slowly, hesitantly, I walked down the path from the bridge to the stone walk that led to the rustic porch. Leaning my skis against the railing, I stepped up and walked to the door. I raised my hand and hesitated, glancing over my shoulder at the now completely mist-enshrouded bridge. With a shrug and a sigh, I knocked on the door. For a few moments, no sounds, no response. My knocking echoed throughout the night, and then, the same, total stillness. Then, I noticed a tiny opening in the shutters near the door and took off my cap, letting my long, deep, dark hair flow around my face and smiled, knowing I was being observed. Slowly, the door opened a crack. I could barely see more than the tiny hand that held the door and a portion of a shadow-covered face. I couldn't make out the eyes or any more of the face than that. But, I felt the intensity of the gaze. "I'm sorry to bother you. I lost my way a few hours ago and I've been wandering the mountain and the forests for hours. I desperately need a place to stay this evening and a telephone. Can you help me?" Neither of us moved, the silence once again settling over the scene. Slowly, the door opened wide, the figure sliding behind the door. Gratefully, I entered and stood in the center of a magnificent great room. In the brilliant illumination, I could see the extraordinarily high ceilings. The furnishings were all antique, authentic, too, including the Navajo rug that fronted the enormous fireplace, filled with a wondrous beautiful fire. At the far end of the large, long great room, a winding staircase wound its way to an overhanging second floor. I also noticed the remarkable smells in the room. Fruitwood, plants, the smells were beautiful. And, almost restful. I saw no sign of a telephone and wondered how one could survive here without any access to the outside world. And, I wondered, too, at the type and power of the generators that could provide such illumination and . . . how such illumination had not been more readily visible to me. Questions lodged on the tip of my tongue, I turned to my host and stopped. In the light of the chateau, I could now see that my host was indeed a hostess. A very, very young hostess at that. More a girl, a child of no more than 16 years and, quite breathtakingly beautiful. Her oval face was framed by thick, dark red hair. Her large gray-green eyes flashed in the reflection of the fire, her nose perfectly aristocratic, her cheek bones high. Her lips were large, her lower lip prominent and, thus, delicious. She was dressed - no, not dressed - undressed and covered in a large, blanket that left her perfectly rounded shoulders bare, draped to leave her cleavage obvious and high enough to display perfect calves and bare feet. I felt that familiar clutching in my groin, that tingling that suffused my body into a sensual organ. "My name is Randi," I said, walking closer to the gigantic, roaring fireplace and, sitting on the arm of the sofa, struggling to remove my ski boots. A mere motion, her hand held palm forward, was sufficient to stop me. I watched, enchanted as she knelt before me, opening my boots and sliding them from my feet. Not satisfied, she removed my socks and began to gently massage my cold feet with the fiery heat of her hands. As she worked on my feet, her blanket slipped ever so slightly, providing a more gentle outline of her soft breasts and split over her thigh, a perfectly rounded, soft, gleaming thigh. I could feel the heat building in me and it wasn't coming from the fireplace. Leaning back, the nymph sat cross legged, watching me, silent, an almost beatific glow about her. I opened the zipper to my jumpsuit and stripped it down my body, leaving me clad in a form fitting speedo top and full length speedo pants. I tossed the jumpsuit onto the sofa and knelt on the rug, holding my hands our to the fire. It felt so good, I began to relax. Not so much, however, that I could forget the beautiful child sitting next to me. Turning to her, I saw that she was staring at me, a tiny smile on her perfect lips. "Who are you? And, who has left such a young girl alone here, in the wilderness?" I asked, my gaze gentle, my question stern. Uttering not a sound, she remained sitting cross-legged, staring at me, the same tiny smile on her lips. I watched her reach her hands to me and turned toward her, watching as her hands grasped the my top and began to lift it. Mesmerized by her movements, I raised my arms and let her peel my speedo top up and off, my breasts swaying in their sudden freedom. I watched the child's eyes, watched them glaze over, reflecting the fiery light of the fire, as I put my thumbs into my pants and started to peel them down over my hips. Suddenly, her hand rose, an unspoken command to stop. I walked to stand before her, staring down into her eyes, eyes that spoke to me, yet told me nothing of this nymph in the frozen forest. She slid the pants down over my hips, my ass, down my smooth, strong thighs and off. Despite the fact that our eyes had not wavered from each other, she could not possibly have missed the wet stain at the V of my panties, less then six inches from her face. She spoke not a single word, nor could I speak, so trapped was I in her allure. My forest nymph reached around my thighs, gently stroking the length of my legs, from my panty line down the backs of my thighs, stopping at the delicate flesh behind my knees, down my calves, my ankles, my feet. Moving back up, her hands caressed my shins, my knees, the tops of my thighs and up to the waist of my panties. She leaned forward and gently, almost feathery, her lips brushed against my damp panties, stopping to inhale my essence, her tongue slipping from her mouth to touch the wetness there. I sighed, repeating my name for her, My Forest Nymph, over and over, watching as her fingers slowly peeled my panties down, watching my trimmed bush slowly come into view. I shuddered as my panties slid down around my ankles, to be kicked away. Crossing my arms across my chest, I pulled my speedo top up and over my breasts to stand naked before her. I watched, spellbound, as the child shrugged her soft, beautiful shoulders and the blanket fell from her body. In a single fluid motion, my forest nymph stood, staying a mere foot from me, her body so amazedly perfect, so beautiful, that I almost lost complete control of my bodily functions. I wanted her so much, yet I felt constrained to wait for her touch, her lead. I stared at her small, perfect breasts, their nipples distended, surrounded by tiny, pink areolas, her narrow hips blended into perfectly sculpted thighs and calves. Her pussy was almost bald, with only tiny tufts of curls around her cleft. Unable to move a muscle, I could only watch as her her tiny hands reached across to touch my breasts, so gentle a touch that I could barely feel it, yet I shivered as though she had totally encompassed them. I watched her fingers touch the tips of my turgid nipples, unwilling to even breath for fear of breaking the spell. I became aware that the air surrounding us was thick with tension, my body feeling as though I were in a heated pool. I placed my hands atop the child's, holding her to my chest, luxuriating in the touch of her delicate hands. I watched as she leaned over to kiss the soft skin on the back of my hands, watched as she placed her soft cheek against them and watched as she knelt to the floor, her hands taking mine, drawing me down beside her. Gently, but with an unfathomable force, she pushed me onto my back. I lay there, not sure of what she wished me to do, not sure if I should do anything for her. I watched as my forest nymph leaned over me, watched her lips touch the edge of my breast, saw her soft, perfect tongue touch the tip of my nipple, shuddering as she sucked it into her sweet, warm mouth. Her hands molded my breasts in her soft hands, squeezing them, bringing them together, licking across, enjoying both nipples. Slowly, she slid onto my body, facing my feet, kissing and licking my tummy. I reached out to hold her soft, smooth skin, taking her hips to pull her onto me. I was shaking so much, I was sure that I would lose control at any moment. Slowly, surely, I felt her lips touch the top of my pussy slit, felt her tongue tease the softness there, licking up the juicy discharge that I could not contain. Holding onto her soft, perfectly rounded ass, I pulled her to my mouth, my tongue touching the unbelievable softness of her pussy. I could not wait any longer. I had to taste her, devour her body with my tongue. I pulled her onto my mouth and thrust my tongue into her, tasting the flow of her juices that immediately flooded my mouth. I felt her hands lift my thighs as her tongue delved deep into me. It seemed to be everywhere at once, dancing on my clitoris, under and around its shield, dipping into the copious puddle of come that was dripping from me, sliding through all the folds of my pussy, deep into my vagina. "Oh, God, please. I'm coming already, please," I pleaded, feeling her tongue continue to probe, her fingers finding my anus and sliding easily deep inside of me. I cried my orgasm into her delicious, flowing pussy, drinking her essence as is filled my mouth to overflowing. The intensity of my orgasm was too much. I could feel the tension so intense that I couldn't stop. It poured form me and at last, I passed out. I don't know how long it was that I lay there on the rug before the fireplace. The fire had dwindled somewhat, but I still felt a warmth that suffused my entire body. Sitting up, I glanced around. Suddenly, I realized where I was. Jumping up, I called out. I wandered throughout the house, looking everywhere. Assuming that she had dressed and gone out, I hurriedly dressed. I opened the door and walked onto the porch, the brilliant sun already warming the air. I called out once again, yet received no response. I reentered the chateau and gathered my gloves, cap and goggles and wandered out onto the porch. Sad that I had missed her, I put my skis onto my shoulder and, once again, traversed the bridge. Once I was across, I leaned against the rocks and locked my skis in place. I placed my goggles on my head and turned around once again to look for her. And, the bridge was gone. Staring across the expanse of the chasm, I watched as my forest nymph wandered up through the woods and stood near edge. I watched her eyes, watched the smile, the soft smooth naked body as she slowly faded away as did the chateau, lost into the same mist that had led me here last night. Please. Stay tuned for Randi XXI. And, please, please, and another please keep your emails coming to my toni526 hotmail email address.