FUCKED IN THE WOODS(2)

CHAPTER 2 

She smiled at him and her smile was warm and welcoming. He smiled back at her and she didn't seem at all fazed to suddenly have this young man standing on her porch in the middle of the wilderness. In fact, he thought that he saw a glint of excitement in her eye, but it was hard to tell. 

"Hi!" she said. She tilted her head to one side and there was something very cute about the way that she did that. "Hi!" he replied. He suddenly felt sure that he was blushing. The thought occurred to him - maybe this was really, really weird to just knock on this door like he was.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Who is it?" the other voice that he had heard, also a woman's, called from back in the cabin.

The woman who had answered the door turned and called back into the cabin.

"Some guy!"

"Well? What does he want?"

"If you'll just give me a minute I'll find that out for you!"

 "Well get a move on!"

The woman turned back to Max, her mouth open and her eyes rolling in mock exasperation.

"Honestly," she said to Max, "some people, hey? But seriously, what can I do for you?"

She furrowed her brow slightly and even that managed to be adorable. Max felt funny.

"I..." he began, and he was all too aware of how stupid his reasoning was going to sound, but he had no choice but to go ahead with it anyway, " My name's Max. I was just passing. I don't normally walk this way so I'd never seen this cabin before. I was just a bit curious about it - about who was out here and what the place was like. I saw the smoke coming out of the chimney, so I thought I'd just stop by and say hello. I hope that's not too weird."

He added that last bit because he was sure that it was, in fact, a bit weird. The woman didn't seem to feel the same, however. She just smiled at him as though she now understood everything.

"Ah, I see," she replied, "I guess it is a bit unusual, all the way out here. But we like it. We come out here for some alone time sometimes, if you know what I mean. My name is Jo, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you," Max replied.

 "Well?" the other woman called out, "Are you going to invite him in?"

"What do you say?" Jo asked, "fancy coming inside and having a look around?"

"Sure," Max shrugged. It was already starting to feel a bit less weird, anyway.

Jo led him inside. As she turned, he got a glimpse of how her shorts clung tightly to her incredible, round ass. He looked around as they entered the cabin, dragging his eyes away from her ass. The cabin was small and cozy. The furniture looked old but comfortable. There were a couple of armchairs in the main room and a large sofa. There were a couple of doors that he assumed led off to bedrooms. The fire was burning against one wall.

As Max took it all in, he spotted the other woman. She slowly got to her feet. She was similar to Jo in some ways - similar short build, similarly dressed, similar great figure. However, her skin was a lighter color - quite pale - and her hair was long and black.

She took a couple of steps toward him. "So," she said.

Max felt something. Jo had taken his hand and was leading him over toward the other woman. For a moment it felt slightly strange but very quickly it felt quite natural.

 "April," Jo said to the other woman, "I would like you to meet our newest friend, Max. Max was curious about this place and wanted to see who lived here."

"Well," April said, "Hello, Max. What do you think of the old place?" "It's very nice," he replied.

"Glad you like it."

She stepped closer to him. She was looking right up at him now. Jo had let go of his hand when she had led him over to where she wanted him, over by April, but she was still standing next to him, their arms touching lightly. He was all too aware that he had one of them right in front of him and one of them standing right next to him.

 It felt as though they were maybe too close, and yet he didn't seem to mind at all. It felt intimate and it made him feel close with them, even though he had only just met them.

April was looking up at him expectantly. He wasn't sure what she wanted him to do - if, indeed, she wanted him to do anything at all.

He turned to Jo, and she was looking at him in a similar way. Suddenly the weight of expectancy was upon him. He opened his mouth, still unsure just what it was that he was going to say, but before any words could come out April reached out and took one of his hands.

 'Come on," she said, "let me give you the guided tour."

Before he could argue, she pulled him toward one of the doors. She opened it up. It didn't lead directly to a bedroom as he had suspected. Instead, it led to a short corridor. She pulled him down the corridor and then pushed another door open. Now they were in a bedroom. She led him in.

"What do you think? Pretty nice, eh?"

He looked around. It was nice enough, he thought to himself. His eyes were drawn to the bed. It was large and looked comfortable. He had a strange feeling about it, felt drawn to it in some way. He was suddenly all too aware that he was here, alone, in this room, with this bed, with this woman.

She had let go of his hand and was looking up at him, waiting for a reply. "Yeah," he said, softly, "very nice."

"I think it's very nice as well. Very nice indeed."

She was still looking up at him. He looked down at her, their eyes locked. Suddenly he was even more convinced than ever before that something was going to happen now. Surely something had to happen now. Or was he just fooling himself?

 "I guess I'd better get things started then," she said softly. She took his hand once again and turned him to face her. He looked down at her. He wasn't quite sure just what sort of expression he was supposed to have on his face in a moment like this. He looked serious, but that didn't seem appropriate. 

He kept looking at her. Was his moment passing him by, even as he stood there looking down at this beautiful woman? He felt a sense of panic. He was usually so calm, so sure of himself. What was happening to him now? Luckily, he didn't have to wait. She shook her head from side to side, her hair pushing outward as she did so. She laughed quickly, lightly.

"Never mind," she said, "I guess I'm just going to have to do it myself, aren't I?"

He opened his mouth as though he was going to reply to her, but he didn't know what to say to her. Luckily, he didn't have to think of anything.

One of her hands went up to his face. In one smooth movement, it pushed back from his cheek round to the back of his neck.

He felt his head pulled down. He didn't do anything to discourage her. Instead, he let himself be led down to her upturned face. He saw her eyes closing. He started to close his as well, instinctively matching what she was doing. 

Then he felt her lips against his. He felt them brush over his, lightly. It was tantalizing, making him want more. He opened his eyes to look down at her. She smiled at him, licked her lips, slowly, as her hand went to stroke his cheek, and then her mouth was on his again. This time the kiss was far more than just a brushing together of their lips.

This time he felt her open mouth on his, her luscious lips pushing against his. His lips were parted and he felt her tongue push past his lips, run past his teeth and meet his tongue. 

Her other hand went to his waist. He was suddenly all too aware of how his own hands were simply hanging down at his sides. This had all come as such a shock to him that he was somewhat caught off guard. Now he raised one of his hands and put it on her waist. His other hand went to her hand on his waist and his fingers stroked her skin.

With his hand on her waist, he could feel her body shift, feel the rise and fall of every breath of hers.

Her hand on his waist moved beneath his shirt. It felt somehow unfamiliar, having her warm hand on his skin, actually touching his body without the T- shirt in the way. In all those times he had imagined being with Suzy he had never considered what it would actually feel like to be touched like this by a woman. What would it be like when she touched him elsewhere? And what would it really be like to touch her? Her hand was so soft, what would the rest of her body be like?

He could feel his cock stirring, coming alive as the possibilities ran through his mind.