Date: Fri, 06 Apr 2001 18:01:18 -0400 From: Toni Podols Subject: Deep Woods posting Randi XXVIII is a departure. A fantasy, based on a true happening of a number of years ago. I hope you enjoy this story and look for a return to real life with my next story. Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail address. I love it and answer each email personally as soon as possible. And, now . . . Deep Woods It was so very cold as I stacked my skis against the side of the chalet, walked around to the front porch and opened the heavy door. The heady rush of heated air stuck my frosted face as I stripped off my heavy gloves, my muffler and unzipped my ski jacket. While Maria took my things to put away, her great girth quivering as she waddled toward the closet, I dropped down and carefully stripped off my boots. I picked up a stack of early evening mail to sort and walked toward the great room, thought better of it and dropped the stack onto the sofa table. I love this room more than all the others in the chalet. Ryan and I bought the place years ago from a retiring actor who simply wanted to head back to California. Lucky us. This place would bring a great amount on the open market today, but this is our hideaway when things get too much to handle in the real world. The cathedral ceilings rose almost 40 feet to a peaked ceiling, skylights abounding. Walking down the four steps into the room, a gigantic hearth lay within ten feet of a wall that sported a floor to ceiling window. The hearth was certainly large enough to live in and now, with the bitter cold, it was roaring with a beautiful, crackling fire. Beyond the hearth, one stood before a grand expanse, a panorama of beauty. The view from the window was truly awe-inspiring, with the beautiful forests, the snow capped mountains in the background. Sitting on the sofa opposite the fire, one could watch the trees sway in the wind as the moon began to makes its presence known. I watched small amounts of snow drift from the boughs of a tree not far from the chalet and blow across the visage. I had left Los Angeles early from my business trip and would have to await Ryan and Geri's early arrival tomorrow morning. In the meantime, here I was, poor little Randi, cuddled up before a fire and no one to share it with. Sigh. How fair is that! So many memories of this chalet crept through my mind. The times Ryan and I had spent here, safely away from the memories of lives past that we desperately hoped to put behind us. Also, memories of fun with friends and with the children. I also remember learning how to ski, to the effect of a nicely fractured right leg. Oh, yes, I remember. Trying to make love with a cast on my leg, driving Ryan mad with frustration. More like a Three Stooges movie than a delicious love affair. However, we persevered. I walked to the bar near the wall, directly beneath the large format Alphonse Mucha. As I poured myself a scotch mist, I gazed lovingly at the magnificent painting of a long haired blonde beauty, a Job cigarette paper advertisement of the late 19th century, I thought of what it must have been like living back then. I could almost feel the hot breath of her mouth against the hollow of my throat, her hands slipping inside my bodice to caress my breast. And, I could almost feel the softness of her inner arms in the picture, caressing it as I moved toward her ample bosom. With a laugh, I turned away from my oil lover and walked into the master bedroom to undress for a long, sensuous soak in the hot tub. I slipped my thick, white turtleneck sweater over my head and tossed it onto the bed, followed quickly by my bra, allowing my breasts to sway free of their captivity. Sliding my ski pants down, I walked into the bath and began filling the Jacuzzi. I waddled into the bedroom again and plopped onto the bed and dialed my sweetie. Ryan must have been living next to the phone because he answered before the first ring could finish. "Hello, precious person," Ryan's soft, melodious voice flowed over the telephone wires like an orgasm, bringing a flush to my cheeks. "My hero," I answered, complete with a proffered kiss. "I was out on the slopes for a little while, but it's just no fun being there alone. All those men and women chasing after me, forcing me to make sexual snow angels in the snow. Sigh. They just cannot compare to you, my love." "Wow! What an eventful day," Ryan laughed. "Our plane will leave at 2AM. Geri is packing now, sweetheart. We'll pick up Rachael in an hour and be heading out to keep you company." Hanging up, I thought of little Rachael. Geri's best friend, she was a look alike of Heather Locklear and a sweetie that Ryan and I had practically adopted after the death of her father, one of Ryan's best friends. Well, that is another sad, though strangely beautiful story. For another time, kiddies. I once again waddled into the bathroom and slipped my panties down my hips. Standing before the mirror, I stopped to look at myself in the full-length mirror. 42 years old. Not too damn shabby, I thought. Firm breasts, with hardly a noticeable sag, flat tummy, rounded, narrow hips, long, muscular thighs. And a nice ass, too. Hee hee. Okay, so I'm bragging. But, a lot of work went into that, along with a generous portion of positive genes. Slipping into the tub, I almost screamed at the heat of the water. Settling down, I reached for the bath beads and soon I was wallowing in bubbles from stem to stern. Leaning back, I let my mind wander, to my friends. Cali and her beautiful friends, their touches everywhere at once. I felt her hands on me, as if she were right here beside me. Leaning over to cup my breasts, bending down to kiss each nipple, sucking them into her beautiful mouth, her teeth nipping at their bases. In my mind's eye, I saw Cali before me, holding me and my hands slid down her hot, wet thighs to cup her ass and draw her closer to me. Our knees bent and drawn back, our cunts touch each other under the water and our clitties battled each other for dominance. Faster and faster we moved, rubbing against each other, our hips gyrating. The heat of the water poured over our genitals, stimulating us even more. I slipped my hands down to cup her ass, pulling her closer, my fingers finding and slipping deep inside her allusive asshole. Cali's fingers returned the favor, sliding deep into my asshole, moving all around inside of me, sensations pouring over my body as I writhed in such pure pleasure. I clutched hard at the rails around the Jacuzzi as my orgasm swept over me, my fingers never touching my body. Soon, a puddle of my come floated to the surface, slowly gliding toward my breasts. I felt it touch me and a new, fresh set of feelings tingled its way through my body, another, somewhat smaller and more refined orgasm shuddered through me. Somewhat later, clad in my new Japanese kimono, I walked into the great room again, the sounds of Beethoven's third symphony floating throughout the chalet, and dropped onto the sofa. Leaning back, eyes closed, sipping from my giant coffee mug, I let the magical music flow over me. I felt my body warming from the fire and I remembered. Ryan and I awakened. Early, around eight o'clock, I leaned over his huge body and kissed him, our tongues lingering as I caressed his rock hard body as well as his large, semi-hard cock. I smiled a morning greeting to him and kissed him hard and gave that cock a last squeeze. Throwing on my robe, I padded out of the bedroom and walked to Geri's room. I wanted to awaken my tiny kidlet and force her to bravely face the new day. As I opened the door, I was startled to find her bed empty. "Geri?" I called, tying my kimono around me, checking her bathroom and then mine. Not here. Quickly darting down the stairs, I called out again, searching everywhere for her. When I saw that her coat was missing, I threw open the door and raced out onto the deck, looking everywhere for her. Finally, panic began to set in and I raced back to find Ryan at the top of the stairs. "Geri's not in the house!" I bellowed, glancing around. "Her coat is missing and there are foot prints leading away from the house to the woods! Ryan, I am so frightened," I cried. Hours later, the woods surrounding the chalet were filled with the sheriff and his deputies, calling Geri's name and beating the bushes for my baby. They had joined Ryan and me, searching an ever-widening pattern through the woods, a search that had me so close to panic. I could not believe my stupidity at not, somehow, making it impossible for her to leave the chalet. How could I let a three-year-old child be able to get out into these woods? Ahead of me was a clearing and I walked toward it, followed closely by Ryan. Suddenly, I saw the bright glow of Geri's jacket and ran forward, tripping over a fallen log, righting myself and pressing forward. I was just about to scream in happiness, but screeched to a quick halt at a sight that, to this day is burned into my memory. Geri was sitting on the ground in the middle of the small clearing. On her lap were two tiny, beautiful wolf cubs, gamboling over her, attacking her giggling face with their tongues, their sharp little teeth teasing her hands. Across her tiny, thin legs lay a gigantic paw, with huge, long claws. Attached to it was the body of an enormous she wolf, laying next to her. Her majestic gaze was centered on my baby girl, watching her every touch and caress of her pups. Approximately ten feet away, a truly frightening visage. A huge male wolf, easily 160 pounds, was sitting, watching the family tableau. His great head, brilliant eyes ever watchful, his long muzzle slightly open, displaying long rows of razor sharp teeth and absolutely huge fangs. He sat there like the sphinx and as magnificent. The female wolf's great head turned slowly toward me, her steely, beautiful eyes fixed on me, her ears turned in my direction. I felt the gaze, too of the male, his tongue hanging from his panting muzzle, his fangs at least two inches or more long and needle sharp. Rushing up behind me and almost stumbling over me, Ryan stopped quickly and watched, as stunned as I was. I knelt down and stage whispered, "Geri?" Turning quickly to me, her face a huge smile. "Hi, Mommy! Hi, Daddy!" Unable to move a muscle, I smiled at my baby and whispered, "I, uh, honey. Are you okay?" "Sure mommy. These are my friends," she said casually motioning to the pack. Suddenly, slowly, the she wolf rose and shook herself. She walked around Geri and approached me. I felt a chill as I watched this gigantic, magnificent creature approach and waited, unable to move. I felt Ryan's hand on my shoulder, reassuring. The wolf walked up to within no more than two feet of me and sat down, staring at me. I stared into those deep eyes and, slowly, I began to feel – something. It almost felt as if she were chastising me for not being careful with my child. After several moments, she rose and turned back to Geri. I watched in amazement as she nuzzled my baby's cheek and deposited a quick lick to her. Geri reached out to hug the great female and gave each of the two cubs a final hug. I watched the great beast move away, followed quickly by the gamboling cubs, watching their tiny butts wiggle as they walked away. Then, Ryan's hand tightened on my shoulder as we watched the gigantic male stand. We watched him walk toward us and stop, several feet away, just staring at us. Then, with distain, he turned away and approached Geri. Geri immediately reached out and wrapped her tiny arms partway around the wolf's powerful shoulders. He turned toward her and rubbed his muzzle against her soft cheek and walked away in the direction of his mate. Just before disappearing into the underbrush, he stopped again and turned to us, facing us head on. He stared at us and then at Geri and was gone. I grabbed Geri and took her into my arms, holding her, hugging her so hard. Oh! God, I thought, as I shook my head. Glancing at the glowing embers of the fire, I thought back to that time so many years ago. Somehow, instead of my fears for Geri, I felt chastised by the wolves. And, they were right. I walked to the window and stood, leaning against its cold surface and stared into the woods, at about the same direction as that clearing. As I gazed, something caught my eye. A movement, a shadow off to my left, in the garden. And, then I saw her. Even at this distance, I was enthralled. She was not tall but she was imposing in her stature, dressed only in a thin white gown, a toga, wrapped around her body, leaving her shoulders and arms free, stretching down her legs, ending just above her knees. Her feet were bare. How could she be dressed like that now? It was so cold out there. She must be in some kind of trouble. Walking to the end of the huge window to the sliding glass door, I opened it and walked out onto the deck. Gone. Was it a reflection? Just a misinterpreted wintry swirl of snow? I walked hurriedly back into the great room and closed the sliders. Walking into the bedroom, I picked up my jeans and pulled them over my nakedness. I picked up my white turtleneck and pulled it over my head, grabbed my ski jacket and opened the front door. I took out the flashlight I had taken on the way out and carefully stepped through the snow to the back of the chalet. I walked around to the exact place that I'd last seen the image and played the flashlight around the area. No tracks. So sign of her anywhere. Staring into the woods, I had just a moment of queasiness, thinking of what lay there as I stood here helplessly. Suddenly, I noticed it. I was warm. Almost sweating. I glanced around and realized that I was standing in the snow, watching the wind bend the trees to the south. But, I felt no wind. And, it was warm. So warm. Shaking my head, I started with a whoop as I felt the touch of a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, the flashlight raised as a weapon. It was she. Standing this close to her, I was struck dumb. Her face was so beautiful, my heart almost stopped. A long, narrow face, high cheekbones, her skin the color of lightly creamed coffee and absolutely flawless. Her nose was long and narrow, slightly upturned, a perfect hose, set above perfectly shaped lips including a delicate angel's touch, her lower lip a pouter that simply begged for my teeth. Her hair was long, silken black with traces of silver gray throughout, flowing down over soft, smooth bare shoulders. But, it was her eyes that were so startling. Different. Large, beautifully shaped, one eye was a brilliant blue. The other eye? Grayish green and equally brilliant. The combination was so exciting that I felt my juices flowing. Her smile was tender, gentle, her eyes locked on mine. Her mouth opened slightly and I saw the tip of her tongue touch perfect, pure white teeth. I think I am in love, I thought. I stood stock still as her hand reached out to touch my cheek. Not a sensual touch so much as one of curiosity, searching, touching my cheekbone, fingertips touching my eye, tracing over my eyebrow. I watched as her fingers took stands of my hair and stared at it, relishing in the texture. Her sleeve fell away from her forearm as she touched me and I saw how perfectly flawless her skin was. Tentatively, I moved my hand up to touch her arm and watched her eyes close, her mouth open, her head thrown back. "Who are you," I whispered, hearing the words rebounding back to my ears, so loud. She looked back at me and only smiled. Her face came closer and closer until her soft, moist lips touched mine. Suddenly, I felt as though I were racing through the fields, the sun on my back, my body naked, feeling eyes following each move I made. I staggered a bit, but her hands held my arms and pressed her lips hard to mine, her tongue lashing out to touch them. Her fingers found the zipper to my jacket and opened it, pushing it from my shoulders, letting it fall to the snow. I watched as she stepped back and slid the gown from her shoulders, watching as it fell from her body. She stood naked before me and my legs almost gave way, Her breasts were neither large nor small. Perfectly rounded and upturned, her nipples were dark and long, set in light areolas, puffy and extended. Her waist was slim, down to gently curved hips, her pussy shaven. Her lips were perfect, slightly swollen, lightly reddened and wet. Her thighs gently sloped to her knees, her calves. Her body was perfection. Absolute perfection. I watched, enchanted, as her hands reached for my sweater and pulled it over my head, casting it aside. She knelt before me and opened my jeans, pulling them down my hips and puddled around my feet. Stepping back, I felt exposed. I was conscious of each defect on my body, my softly trimmed red bush. How can one not feel embarrassed when faced with such perfection? Standing, she stared at me, her eyes blazing with a desire that reflected mine. I could not imagine in my wildest dreams being confronted with such a beautiful woman. Our hands moved at the same time, each of us cupping the other's breasts. The touch of her hands was magic, so erotic that I felt a brief spurt of my come leak from my pussy. At the touch of my hands on her breasts, I felt an electricity flow through me, listening to her moan, feeling the utter softness of her skin, the firmness of her long nipples against my palms. She took my hand and had me lie down. Shuddering, my back touched the snow, rigid against the cold. Only, there was no cold. It was snow, I'm sure. But, it was soft and pure and not in the least cold. Casting aside all thoughts of reality, I watched as she placed her leg across mine and lowered her pussy to my tummy. I stared into her eyes, those wondrous eyes, watching them glaze over as she reached again for my breasts, gently massaging them, squeezing them, her fingers and thumbs taking each of my nipples and twisting and pulling on them. I began to moan under her touch, my hands caressing the softness, the perfect smoothness of her thighs, sliding them along the soft inner surfaces and back to slide around to cup her hips. Every single inch of her body was perfection, my dream woman, the perfect woman. I watched as her beautiful face lowered to take my nipple between her lips, sucking on it, biting it gently, her tongue flicking across it. Shuddering, my hands cupped her face as she laved each of my nipples, then circled around and around my soft mounds. She wouldn't stop. Even though I felt my mini orgasms start to explode like tiny firecrackers behind my eyes, she kept loving my breasts. Lifting her head, she smiled at me and turned around, presenting her magnificent ass to me, slowly moving back, back until the perfect slit of her pussy was directly above my mouth. I grasped her hips and held her above me, staring into it, watching the thick white fluid flow from her tiny hole, my mind almost begging it to come closer. I was desperate to touch it with my tongue, must have it as I urged her lower to my mouth. I felt her hands caressing my tummy, my sides, slowly down over my hips, up to the backs of my raised thighs, caressing me, knowing me, touching each part of me where I was most sensitive. I felt her mouth touching the insides of my knees, the soft sheen of the inner surfaces of my thighs, lower and lower until I felt the pointed hardness of her nipples touching my tummy. I brought her pussy down to my mouth, my tongue reaching out to touch the tip of her pussy slit. My hands slipped down to her, my fingers opening the soft puffy lips, exposing a long, swollen clittie, bright red and dripping with thick fluid. My tongue tasted it, licking the juices from it, feeling them accumulate on my tongue. The sweet taste of her body made my head swim as I licked and licked, flicking my tongue over the firmness. Slipping under the shield, I freed her clittie for my teeth to wrap around, gently nibbling at it. I listened to her cries of passion as I worried her clittie over and over, drawing more and more fluids into my mouth. Slipping down, I found the tiny little hole, the entrance into her body, so tight that my tongue had to force itself inside of her. I could feel each muscle of her vagina squeezing on my tongue. I felt her fingers open me, her tongue slipping quickly inside, licking all around the perimeter of my pussy lips. Her lips found my clittie and quickly began licking it, biting it, chewing on it. Finally, I felt her tongue slide into my pussy hole and I started flowing harder and harder into her mouth. But, she was masterfully sucking just enough and just hard enough to keep me from coming and my work on her pussy kept her just on the brink. Then, her tongue moved. Her hands slipped down to my ass cheeks and cupped them, holding them, moving them around. I was becoming so excited by that touch that I felt my juices begin to flow even more. I gently pushed on her soft ass cheeks and watched them come into view. So beautiful, so soft, so perfectly formed for my hands, I slowly opened her cheeks and watched the magic rosebud come into view. Dark pink, her little pucker was slightly raised and so inviting that I brought her down so that I could kiss it. I listened to her cry, loud and long as my lips kissed and kissed that tiny pucker. Suddenly, I jumped, crying aloud as her tongue touched my asshole. Screaming louder and louder, I felt her tongue slide past the ring of my anus and plunge deep into my rectum. I had no choice but to push my tongue past her ring and deep, deep inside of her ass, tasting the sweet nectar of her body. I was going to come now and I knew, somehow, that she would come with me. Faster and faster, our tongues charged into each other, stroking, stroking deeper and deeper. Both of us were crying now, our minds completely lost in passion as I felt it. Finally, deeply, my orgasm was climbing, unable to stop now. Higher and higher, unable to come yet, building higher until it started to hurt, pain, falling. And then it struck me. An orgasm that was so powerful, my entire body lifted from the snow, pushing my body hard into the air, into her mouth. Her tongue pressed deeper than ever before into my body as I grasped her hips and thrust the length of my tongue inside of her. Suddenly, I felt the explosion in my body and cried at the top of my lungs, pouring spurt after spurt of my come from my body, feeling her tongue leave my asshole and her mouth fastening itself over my pussy. I felt her mouth on me, felt myself spurting into her. I heard her cries through my own, felt her come pour from her, my mouth now down to cup her pussy. Feeding on her, tasting her, devouring her as she devoured me. My mind was swirling, unable to accept the reality of it and I felt the darkness overcome me. I opened my eyes and knew I was alone. Without even glancing around, I knew she was no longer here. Somehow, I knew that she had left or ceased to exist as I had come. Sitting up, I picked up my jeans and slipped them on. My sweater was next, followed by my ski jacket. As soon as I was covered, the wind struck my face, the cold tearing at the sweat on my exposed skin. I turned around to find my flashlight and picked it up. Glancing at the edge of the woods, I saw it. The flashing of four bright reflecting spots. Moving along the edge of the woods, the flash picked up the shapes of the two beauties that contained those eyes. Two giant wolves. One male, leading the way. The following wolf, a magnificent she wolf stopped. And turned, staring at me. I was close to her, no more than five feet, when I saw. The eyes. One, a bright, brilliant blue; the other, a grayish green. And, then, she was gone. She had created the perfect woman from my mind. For me. Only for me. And, now, she was gone.