Dating : Seduced at the Forest Lake

A mystical erotic story

The birds chirped happily away, guiding Betty on her way through the forest. She stepped lightly, her bare feet caressed by the twigs, leaves and pebbles more than they dug into them. Twigs brushed through her hair, sun rays made her blink and the air smelled like summer, then like water as she neared the lake.

She loved walking these paths, every weekend since she had moved out here and the days had gotten warmer. Now that it was hot enough to actually bathe Betty tried to catch the wee morning hours when no one was up and out yet — no one but Mike, that was.

They had met just three weeks ago when his morning run had led him past her favorite spot by the water — and he had quickly become yet another reason to come out here.

They didn’t meet every time, not even every weekend but it was easy to see that they both gravitated to each other whenever they did meet. He was easy to talk to, fun to be around and had a quick mind that obviously hastened its pace as he tried to make her laugh, smile, chuckle.

And it worked, whenever they finally split Betty had to forcibly wipe the smile from her face again to settle back into a much harsher reality in a cruel world that seemed set on screwing her over any chance it got.

But out here reality couldn’t quite catch up, out here she could still dream of a better tomorrow and the sunlight in the morning fog seemed to validate her plans and hopes as long as she stayed.

It wasn’t a surprise to her, him, anyone really that Betty was starting to crush on him, that she was thinking of his smile, dwell on the expertly crafted sentences hours after he spoke them and fell asleep with her hand between her legs and his face on her mind.

She knew it was only a matter of asking, that he waited for a word from her and that he would lead his morning routes along her favorite spot for months to come — until one day he wouldn’t anymore, fed up with her and his inaction. It was inevitable, just like their shared fear of breaking the spell and ruining a good thing. They were happy out there, sitting on the little wooden bench just an arm’s length apart and careful not to bridge the gap too quickly, yet a little closer each time they met.

But today he wasn’t here anyway, or if he had been he had seen her pile of clothes with her in the middle of the lake and decided to move on with his morning run. It was past the time they would have met if they did, so Betty had decided to take an even longer swim, now on her way back when she saw Mike break out of the woods. He came to a halt, assessed the situation, then planted himself on the wooden stay next to her clothes and waited for her to come closer.

Betty made a point of not hurrying up, swimming slow and steady but with a smile on her face that widened as the distance closed. He was patient, but even he had limits and it was clearly driving him nuts, making him feel awkward, question all of his life’s choices in rapid succession. She could relate.

Finally she rested her hands on the wood, feeling his hands on hers before she could get out.

“Hey, if you don’t mind we could head out to that island, unless you already exhausted all your strength that is.”

Betty didn’t have to look back to know what he was talking about, the little island in the middle of the lake had long fascinated her and yet somehow she had never set foot on it.

So she tilted her head, trying to come up with a witty response. None wanted to surface, so neither did she. Instead she just waved at him, pushed herself off and swam backwards for a few strokes.

“You better hurry then, don’t think I’ll wait for you.”

It took her all her mental strength to turn around and start swimming instead of watching him undress, but she only got a couple feet before she heard splashes behind her.

Mike caught up with her quickly and a part of her expected him to try something with her, touch her shoulders, splash water at her, heck she wouldn’t have minded a quick, playful kiss for that matter.

Instead they just floated along, swimming calmly and slow enough to talk but unlike normally they did not find a lot of topics. She was exhausted, he was preoccupied with something and so they focused on the water, their muscles, the island growing larger.

Betty felt strangely naked, more so than she ever had with Mike around. The first few times she had felt safe enough in her towel, lately she had stopped to bother and just sat there in her bikini. But here, now she felt as if she was dressed in just a pitiful amount of fabric, swimming next to a man who was taking her on an adventure. The ease and flow they normally settled into immediately wasn’t coming, everything felt like hard labor.

But then her feet hit the muddy ground, she stepped out of the water, pebbles digging into her naked feet. She reached out, basically pulling Mike out of the water and the little touch was all they needed to settle back into their rhythm. He was all there with her, attentive, funny, playing games with her mind and making her catch up to his thoughts.

They moved inland, twigs and leaves and bushes obscuring the outside as they went on to explore.

She felt naked again, but also hungry, only now noticing that Mike was dressed in nothing but his shorts and that they did little to hide anything. He was indeed all there with her, each time she shot a quick glance at him she could tell that he was thinking in similar lines to her.

But just like her he didn’t seem ready to break the spell, he wanted her a friend, an odd one, one of those friends that you clearly like and find attractive but keep at arms’ length to retain the status quo. She was all there with him, but then she wasn’t and she could tell that he was just as conflicted as she was.

So they kept on walking, talking, finally stumbled over the ruin of an old hut that someone built from branches and moss. It was a cool place, with an old rope by a tree with a fallen off tire swing below, a fireplace in the middle. A secret spot for someone, now for them as well.

A secret spot surrounded by trees, out of everyone’s sight was the last thing they needed, or really exactly what. She touched his shoulder, made him turn around, put her arms around his neck and stared at him.

“Make up your mind, either way.”

She felt strong saying that, proud of herself for finally doing what she wanted and kicking the ball into his court. She wondered where she had gotten the courage from, now fearing his response no matter which way it would turn out.

But then it wasn’t exactly an uphill battle, nor did it take an expert strategist to know his next moves. They were alone, by all accords she was pretty much already naked and he was just wearing shorts as well. His hands were on her hips, a little bit shaky, undetermined.

He had not thought this far ahead, just wanting to surprise her and seeing where things would lead them. He shook his head, his eyes nodded, he pulled her close and she pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“I don’t need you to marry me, you know.”

She was on a roll, finding her flow, dancing around him and making his head spin like he normally did to her. He was hard, she could feel that as she pulled him near, pressed her belly against him, shuffled and rubbed a bit and then he finally realized that it was too late to walk back.

He kissed her, smiled, then grinned as he pushed her bikini top to the side and she did not protest. Then he hesitated once more.

“Just one thing, I need you to believe that I did not bring you out here just to…”

“I believe you.”

“Thank you.”

He was caring with her, but the ground was not. Pebbles, moss, twigs all did their part in making her know exactly where she was, what they were doing.

Mike grabbed her by the wrists, held her steady and looked deep into her eyes. No words came over his lips, none were needed. He let go of one wrist, just long enough to wiggle his dick free from his shorts, not even pulling them off. Her bikini met the same fate, pushed to the side with little care or interest.

They were already naked, he was already hard, she already wet, he was already inside her before they really had time to come to terms with anything.

It surprised Betty how right everything suddenly felt, all the worry and needless struggle gone. This was where she belonged, also where she wanted to be. Her hole body was wet, his slow thrusts made a squishing noise and her soaked bikini felt rough on her skin. She wanted to say something, but didn’t know what, then his next thrust came like a wave and she realized that she was in the mood, in the rhythm, closing her eyes and still seeing his face.

He held her, fucked her, she could feel him struggle for balance and contenance. She wondered if he would just spill his load into her, he clearly looked off balance and like he did not really have himself under control. While she still wondered she also realized that she did not care much, clearly not quite in control of herself.

Thoughts started spinning inside her head, words she could utter, things she could do, scratches she could leave on his back. She whispered something, but he was past listening and the amount of thrusts that came in short time told her all she needed to know.

He struggled some more, his thrusts coming infrequent as he tried to last longer, tried to make up his mind of what the right choices were in this situation. She just waited, laughed in his face with her eyes and teased him to make up his mind.

Then she saw something snap in him, saw the determination and she loved whatever his plan was before he even did it. She saw him pull out, felt the weight lifted off of her body, saw his dick coming nearer and she did not hesitate to take him into her mouth, swallowing every drop that he spilled out. He twisted, twitched, tried to keep his balance as he bent over, his dick in her hand fighting against her.

He almost fell backwards as she pushed him off, he had the most awkward look in his eyes as he sat there, his eyes on level height as she opened her mouth, showed him what he had done to her. She played around with her tongue for a bit, then closing her mouth and swallowing his load before she kissed him on the lips.

He wanted to say something, but she pressed a finger on his mouth, held his neck and started to dig her fingers into her pussy, loud and hard and taking over where he had left off. She made him watch, made him listen, made him hold her by the hips as she rocked and thrust and massaged her clit.

Mike held her steady as she rocked her hips, moaned out all her regrets over the state of the world, caught her fall as she let herself sink into his arms. She was on top of him now, not so much wrapped around him as she spilled over him, clueless and helpless as all strength left her body.

“I have no clue how I am supposed to swim back now.”