Finnish Wood (4 page)

It was a sight to behold. In no short time their spasms finally subsided. Without uncoupling, Gabriel took Estel in his arms and they leant against the tree to recover themselves. Their breathing slowed. Aisha and I both noticed how their deep breaths rose and fell in tandem. Slowly, Gabriel straightened and began the sensitive task of retracting his softening penis from his girlfriend's tightening cunt. They both winced as the swollen, most sensitive tip of his cock drew past her swollen, most sensitive vulvae. Still tumescent, Gabriel's penis pulled free with an audible slurp to swing and glisten in the dappled forest light. It was glorious to see Estel like this—a naked, beautiful, disheveled wreck. Her hair had been tossed in every direction, a thin sheen of perspiration covered her body, and the cocktail of her own sweet, copious honey and new sperm covered her pussy, her thighs and her buttocks, occasionally forming fine, sticky strands between her legs. One would never guess that the fashionable and immaculate girl at the hotel bar could ever look so libidinously ruffled.

Using their beach towel, they tenderly wiped away the gooey proof of their lust so that they might again appear decent in public. A moment of panic flooded through Aisha and myself as we realised that, were the lovers to return along the same path from whence they came, they would quite surely catch Aisha and myself huddled behind a rock; looking flushed, sheepish, and struggling to appear inconspicuous. Fortunately, all of our secrets were kept safe as Gabriel and Estel dressed, laughing and chatting, and continued down the path further into the forest.

“You're right,” I said to Aisha, as we made our way out of the forest. “It is beautiful in there.”


Aisha nudged me playfully and smiled guiltily, perhaps considering for the first time that, the next time she saw Estel and Gabriel, she would have to behave as though there had been nothing extraordinary about this day.

“You're such a pervert,” she deflected cheerfully. “I've never seen anything like that before. I only stayed because you did.”

I suspected that I was no more a pervert than anyone else. But I could not deny that I again found myself inflamed and excited by the things I had seen. And I again found myself struggling to act nonchalant with Aisha beside me.

“It isn't perverse. It's sexy,” I argued. “Didn't that excite you even a little bit?”

She wasn't surprised by the question. But she furrowed her brow and pursed her lips for just a second.

“Well…..yeah…… I mean….yeah, sure……A bit….” she answered, but without conviction.

My heart leapt as I thought I'd cracked her armour, and caught her struggling to mask her true desire.

“What, you don't like the look of Gabriel?” I teased. “You wouldn't want that handsome body of his to play with for a while?”

With that, she laughed out loud, and her face took on the expression it had in my dream. Smiling, but looking as though I'd said something so foolish that she couldn't understand it.

“I thought I had it stamped on my forehead!” she exclaimed. “I guess I don't, after all!”

My moment of elation gave way to confusion as I asked, “Have what stamped on your forehead?”

“I don't want boys to play with!” she laughed. “I don't care how handsome they are. It's girls that I like! I thought you knew that!”

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