Passions and Pleasures

As she wandered up the path, winding her way beside the large rocks, she spotted a hidden place that she thought no one could see her. She climbed up and sat there for a few minutes. No sun had hit the rock and it felt cool to her hand. She wondered how cool it would feel against her hot skin. She lifted her skirt and placed her legs against it. Oh, what relief she felt. It felt like her body temperature went down ten degrees. She sat there a few minutes until she started feeling warmer again. She lifted her dress skirt a little higher and moved over to another part of the rock. Coolness. Again, she sat there and enjoyed the relief. She could tell the sun was starting to go down as it was getting darker in the forest, so she headed home. But, now she had found a way to cool herself down on these hot days and promised herself that she would return. For the next couple of days there was so much housework to do and things to do for her siblings that she was kept very busy. But on the third day, the heat was overbearing. She couldn’t take it anymore. She told her mom that she needed to take a break and a short walk. Going the same way she had gone a few days before, she followed the path up the mountainside. Finding her hiding spot, she once again raised her skirt and sat upon the cool rock and immediately felt the relief. Wanting to feel even more, she raised her dress up past her bum and sat back down. She was in heaven. She sat there for a long time, watching nature at its best and reveling in the quiet. The coolness of the rock was relieving her body and she was content. She soon sensed the darkness coming and headed back for home. Little did she know that on her little excursions, a woodsman, who had been traveling through, had seen her. He had seen her beauty and watched her while she sat upon the rock. Then he watched her leave. He followed her to see where she went. He wondered if she was coming back to the rock and how often. He saw as she had lifted her skirt up her legs. They were long and slim. Then the second time she had lifted her shirt all the way up and over her bum. He felt a rise in his britches. Oh, dear God. This woman was gorgeous. But who was she? Why does she hide on these rocks? He had to know more about her. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted her. These hot days were getting to be worse and she wanted to get to her hideaway more and more often, but the household chores kept her from going every day. Today, she was going to make a point of getting away and go. She could almost hear the rocks calling her. The coolness beckoned to her. Yes, she was going somehow. The woodsman had been there every day for the last three days. Still the beautiful woman had not been there. Why? Was he chasing a dream? Was he wasting his time on something he couldn’t have? As he was about to get up and leave he heard a noise coming up the path. There she was, in a light blue dress, her brown hair put up tight on top of her head. But her face was of such beauty. Large eyes like a doe, a petite little nose and a mouth with light pink lips. Her cheeks were a little rosy, probably from the heat. He watched her walk with ease to the rocks and sit down. Again, she lifted her skirt all the way up above her bum and sat down. He saw the relief wash across her face. As he watched her he felt the tightening in his groin. He groaned in silence, not wanting to alert her that he was there. Never once though did her skirt go above the middle of her thighs. Oh how he would love to see more of her legs. But what she did next took his breath away. She loved the relief that the coolness of the rocks gave her. There was a slight breeze today and she loved it blowing through the trees. She reached up and took out the band from her hair and let it blow free. It felt so good. But still she was so warm. She reached up and unbuttoned her dress front, all the way down and let it come open. She had never bothered with a slip, being in the mountains, so only her brazier showed. The coolness of the breeze felt wonderful on her chest. She put her hands behind her and stretched out...pushing her chest out and into the air. The woodsman’s breath caught and he held it. He didn’t blink. He didn’t move a muscle. His erection went from a tightening to a complete firmness in his britches. He was in awe. He had lost his young wife and child ten years ago, during childbirth and had been a lonely man ever since. But to see this gift from heaven presented for his eyes to behold was breathtaking. He knew in his heart she was a gift from God and that she was meant to be his.