Forest Passion

The moon was full and bright in a crisp autumn night sky when she came into my life.

I had been hiking through the forest, on vacation from my job and from my life. I needed it. Things that year had been pretty hectic and unpleasant. A week in the forest, away from the pressures of my life, of the city, would let me decompress and find myself again.

I made camp in a smallish clearing near a creek. Night came quickly and, once fed, I was soon staring hypnotically into the flames of the cook fire.

I was just about lulled to sleep when I heard a noise. I looked over and saw her.

She was standing just outside of the firelight, but the full moon cast her in silver light. I could see she had long dark hair. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, hiking boots but no backpack. When she saw I had seen her she smiled and stepped forward.

“I saw the light,” were her first words to me.

I stood up and smiled, introduced myself and invited her over. I was taller than her, but not by much. In the firelight I saw her eyes were dark, but what colour, I couldn’t say. She told me her name was Diane.

We sat and talked a little, small talk mostly. She had been out day-hiking and lost track of time. She seemed cold and huddled close to the fire, reaching her hands out to warm them.

“I’ve got a sweater you can borrow,” I offered. She smiled a bright smile and agreed. I handed her the sweater and our hands brushed.

She pulled it to her face and smelled it, first. I thought it was a little odd until she said, “Smells good,” with a husky little laugh.

We talked a little longer. I was very attracted to her. Despite the sweater and the fire, she kept shivering. Finally I said, “Come over here,” patting the ground next to me. She smiled gratefully and came over. I put my arm around her and hoped body warmth would help. She smelled like the woods.

My attraction for her was becoming very strong. At a lull in the conversation, I looked over at her, and found her gazing at me with such longing I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned in and kissed her.

She kissed me back with such passion, such desire, I was left breathless. The suddenness of our passion overwhelmed me. We kissed again and I felt her hands pulling on my shirt and I was pulling on my sweater she was wearing, clawing at each other in our desperate need. The passion was all there was, probing tongues and clawing fingers, small noises of desire, sharp intakes of breath and sudden gasps of pleasure. Naked, animal passion in the forest, our cries filling the night.

In the morning she was gone, my sweater left beside the cold fire. I never saw her again.