A Wandering Spirit - Sex Stories

A Wandering Spirit

... fires required to keep warm during the long winter nights.

Anna pointed, "If you need to wash up, you can use the soapstone basin over there."

I replied, "Fa-Fa-Fa Fire is what I need! You can call me Leah." I moved nearer to the source of the warmth.

Anna suggested I remove my wet clothing and lay them over the benches to dry. I glanced over at her as she removed her cloak, and saw the glint of golden metal beneath it. She clapped her two silver bracelets together, and there was a bright flash, forcing me to glance away. When I looked back, she was wearing a simple natural-colored linen tunic. A leather tie belt with brass trim, drew the loose fabric tight around her waist, highlighting her shapely figure. She wore a silver necklace with a small pendant hanging from it.

"Did I just see golden armor beneath your cloak? Or am I imagining things?"

Anna replied, "You probably saw the reflection of the yellow fire against my wet tunic." Grasping the bottom of her tunic, she lifted it over her head and laid it over a bench. She was completely naked! Her athletic body looked amazing! Muscles I could only dream of having, with the rest of her physique lean and fit.

I was in awe, "You must work out quite often."

She replied, "Almost daily, since there is much to prepare for. You should remove your clothing, Leah, to allow it to dry by morning. There is plenty of wood for the fire, and until then you can use these furs. Don't worry, they are not real. Wild ...

... animals belong in nature. These are faux fur, made from recycled ocean plastics."

I saw the logic of what Anna said and stripped down to my base layer before pausing. This was the second night in a row I would be spending with a naked woman, but pangs of modesty still lingered. I walked over and picked up one of the furs and used it to shield the removal of my base layer. I wrapped the fur around me and returned to sit near the fire. I jumped to a sudden loud popping sound coming from the firepit and ducked as an ember came flying at me.

Anna said, "There are plenty of spruce trees here on my farm now, but no hardwoods. Well-seasoned spruce firewood burns hot and quick, and doesn't give off much smoke, but it will throw many embers."

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Chapter 8 - Fish Stew

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Anna moved freely about the farmhouse, and I admired her sleek graceful movements, made even more so by her nudity. As I watched her, she raised her arms and used her hands to fluff out her long blonde hair. The motion lifted and highlighted her impressive breasts, perhaps not as large as Ellie's, but I could not help myself as I stared at the perfect round orbs. Anna moved over to a large kettle at the end of the fire pit, hanging from an iron spit.

"I have plenty of Fish Stew if you would like some. It's a simple recipe, with carrots and potatoes, but it is hot, and will help warm you on the inside."

I replied, "That sounds wonderful."

Anna ladled out stew into a wooden bowl and ...