A Simple Walk in the Woods - Sex Stories

A Simple Walk in the Woods

... "They're by far the nicest I've ever seen in my life." When I saw her diabolical grin I got even more embarrassed and without further ado drove off.

I chastised myself for the next half hour for being a perve when I ogled her naked tits, and for my response to her question. I finally realized that I couldn't take either back, sighed, and just drove home, only stopping at an out-of-the-way convenience store to throw her ruined top and bra into its dumpster.

That night I called Elsbeth, talked to her, both of her sisters, and all five of their kids, for short times each, got some takeout for dinner, and went to bed fairly early. I was fatigued and went right to sleep. Unfortunately I woke up in the middle of an intense dream in a cold sweat and in time to see my rigid cock spontaneously ejaculating. "What the fuck?" I moaned. I got up, cleaned up the seminal fluid deposit on my sheets with a washcloth, and then rolled over to the other side of the bed. The clock read 3:08 a. m. I chastised myself for the subject matter of the most realistic dream of my life, and eventually got back to sleep.

The next day, Sunday, I was energetic despite my interrupted sleep the night before. I did some puzzles in the newspaper, made myself a hearty breakfast, exercised vigorously with weights, took a twenty mile bike ride, and mid-afternoon showered and dressed in just exercise shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops. I was looking over some documents for work the next day when my doorbell ...

... rang. When I answered I couldn't believe who had rung the doorbell -- the same person who had figuratively rung my bell the night before -- Rachel Webb.

"Rachel," I greeted her with shock, "what are you doing here -- and how did you know where I lived?"

"I knew where you lived because I got your license plate number and I have an employee who can find out anything and using your license plate number she easily found you even though you, quite cleverly I might add, never gave me your surname. As to why I'm here it's to return your shirt, to thank you again, and for another reason-- may I come in?"

Actually, I didn't want to let Rachel in. The flimsy top that she had on featured the marvels on her chest, and her shorts clearly displayed her toned legs. However, being a gentleman I replied, "Sure, sorry, please come in."

I brought Rachel into my living room and when I took my shirt from her she said "Sorry, I didn't have a chance to wash it in the hotel; it may have my essence on it," like having her essence on it was something negative.

"No problem," I replied. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure, but don't go to too much trouble; whatever you're having," she responded.

"I was just going to get a can of seltzer, Rachel."

"Fine with me, Blake."

As we sipped seltzers we first chatted about the weather, how she liked our city, restaurants she had eaten at the previous week, and other places to hike besides where we had gone. After she thanked me ...