Nature Lover

Based on a true story. My first post, so please comment! I would love constructive criticism and opinions. Otherwise, enjoy!!! For as long as I can remember, I have always loved the outdoors. There's something about being alone with nature that can still me to the core, filling me with a peace that cannot be found in any other venue. So here I remain--in my secret hiding place. It didn't take me long to find. An hour and a half of hiking the course I'd created so many seasons ago led me to my familiar cliff. The view was breathtaking. I pause only for a moment to take in the quiet majesty of a barren forest blanketed by a thin sheet of snow. My Christmas hike had Eskişehir Escort always been my favorite. It was almost a gift to myself. My brief pause granted me time to catch my breath and set about work with my rappelling gear. Anchor set, ropes in place, knots tied, and figure-8 in hand, I begin my descent to my quiet place. It's only 35 degrees F, but it may as well be 90 with all the layers, gear, and climbing I had done. Sweat beads form and threaten to freeze on my forehead with the whisper of a delicate wind. Finally I find my foot on solid ground again, and I smile as I find myself filled with a feeling of home.I unhook myself and Eskişehir Escort Bayan suck in a sharp breath. The fresh powder that had found its way to my private overhang remained untouched, and I scarcely dared to disturb it myself. Instead, I find a spot in the shadow of the rock that would allow me the opportunity to leave this place exactly as pristine as I'd found it. The world speaks out from its silent slumber in a love language that only we can share. My eyes close and I feel the world around me sending its energy to me, as I send my energy right back out to it. My fingers graze across my body slowly, almost unnoticeable through Escort Eskişehir the many layers I wear. As though to answer the question I had yet to ask, my hands move with lightening speed, and I peel away layer after layer, feeling the sharp bite of the air on my skin. My pert nipples ache for the kiss of some unknown lover, and I find myself arching my back into the wind. The air currents flow around my nipples, caressing each one until I fear I may find myself falling over the edge. I sit back abruptly, feeling the frigid touch of the rocks against my back. I relish in the cool feel of nature's own "skin" against my own. Already I can feel a heat building deep within me, pouring out from between my strong thighs. Slipping my jeans down, I stand naked for a time, allowing the air to dip and dive amongst my curves. Absently, I run my fingers along my body, up my sides, across my belly and to my breasts--a lover's touch manifested through my own hands.