I’m hearing the creek while it’s moving through the rocks. The cool water feels wonderful as it’s washing over Jenna and me. It’s just a small creek with a lot of sand on the bottom for Jenna to lie on while I’m next to her.
The trees are a mix of oaks and pines with a sprinkling of purple lupin to provide contrast. We’re in an open spot, open to the early afternoon sun. Nice warming sun, but still a private spot, miles from any voyeurs. We’d been walking through the forest and just ran into the creek; when we stopped to listen to the water.
We were sitting when I leaned over and kissed her. We’d been friends for a few months, but only that until that October. I’m not very assertive with women, and we’d talked, had lunch together, and that was all.
I moved to Sierra Pines just a few months ago. It’s a small town in the pine belt of the Sierra Nevadas, south of Placerville. I moved to be the fifth-grade teacher there. It’s a small town and a small school. It’s got five teachers for all seven grades.
The town is about as small as it could be, with a combination grocery store, general store; gas station, and small diner together with a few touristy antique places. The most prosperous is a place that seems to sell an eclectic mix of candles, incense, and semi-precious stones called Mystique
The overall effect is a magic shop and a Wicca store. At the school, people talked about the second story being a real witch store.
It’s run by three women, two sisters, and their mother. Sarah, the mother; Joyce, the older sister; and Jenna, the younger one.
I’d gotten to know Jenna, and we were taking a drive and walk when the road crossed the creek. We were walking alongside it, enjoying the coolness and the sound when we ran into a spot where the creek widened and had a sandy bottom and banks on our side.
We stopped and waded in the water without our shoes, and the water felt wonderful. It was only a few inches deep on our side, and I reached down, cupped some water, and tossed it at her. That started a splashing war until I stopped it with a kiss.
The kiss started things. I quickly had her blouse unbuttoned, and I was caressing her breasts. My kisses were getting more passionate and moving down to her neck and shoulders.
What the hell am I doing, kissing her like this? I’ve never done anything like this before. But, Jesus, her tits feel wonderful. Until she objects, I’m not going to stop; it’s so enticing. The combination of touching Jenna’s tits and our location out in the forest is driving me wild. It’s driving us both wild.
I walked us back onto the sand on the bank, and we sat there with my fingers playing with her nipples. Her breath was getting faster, and when I slipped her blouse off, together with her bra, the sun and shadow pattern on her skin was mesmerizing. My lips were on her breasts, spending time on each, as she was gasping in excitement. I laid her back, and she lifted her ass off the sand, so I could slip her shorts and panties down to her ankles. Then she kicked them off.
This is more than I thought possible, and with her naked like this, Jenna’s the first woman I’ve seen that’s shaved. She’s left just a patch of trimmed pubic hair left above her clit. I’ve seen pictures, but this is different, way different. Will eating her be different, too?
I try for her pussy, but Jenna wants me naked, too. Since that’s my ultimate goal, I let her win. My hands explore her, starting with her face, touching her mouth and chin, caressing her neck and shoulders, and back down to her breasts.
I was murmuring sweet words, focusing on how much I adore being able to touch her skin and pleasure her. How exquisite it is to lick her and taste her skin.
“Jenna, I want, I need to make love to you. Can I?”
She was writhing under my ministrations and moving my head between her legs. “Here, my clit, lick me here. God, please. Yes. Mike, yes.”
She lifted her ass, so she was presenting her pussy to my mouth, and I was tasting her. I was tasting, drinking her ambrosia. This is what they meant when they talked about the nectar of the gods.
She had her hands in my hair, pulling me into her pussy harder when I felt her tense, and then she screamed, “I’m coming. Mike, I’m coming.”
Is there anything more erotic than feeling a woman climax under your touch? Well, except coming at the same time you are?
I licked her again, trying to consume all her nectar, before I shifted so I was over her. She reached down and guided my cock into her. The pleasure I was feeling was so overwhelming as I slipped inside her; I almost passed out. It was wonderful.
I had the sensation I was an exhibitionist fucking her, making love to Jenna out in the open, even with no one near. There was someone watching, but I didn’t care.
I was getting close when I could touch her clit with my finger just before I came.
My cock began to pulse when Jenna tensed again, and we both said, “I’m coming, god, I’m cumming.”
As we recovered, I said, “That was spectacular, Jenna. I think one thing that made it so exciting was the sensation at the end someone was watching.”
Jenna answered me by saying, “That was Joyce, my sister witch; you were told we’re Wiccan. Real Wiccan, and she likes to watch.”
