Growing up in Alaska, my father would take me fishing to his secret spot in the Chugach National Forest. He taught me all about the animal and plant life found there along with identifying animal tracks and witnessed the Aurora Borealis many times. He would tell tales of the wood nymphs who lived in and protected the forest. I asked him if he ever saw a wood nymph and his only response was a look of knowing.
When I turned eighteen, he told me it was time for me to go on a solo one week trip and put everything he taught me over the years into practice. On the day I was to begin my adventure, mom and dad drove me to the trail head. Upon arriving, I immediately signed the registration book letting the rangers know who I was and how long I would be camping along with where I would be. I was also required to leave contact information in case of an emergency.
Placing the book in the box, I returned to the car and saw that my father had all my gear waiting for me. I hoisted the fifty pound backpack onto my shoulders with my fishing rod secured on one side and my Marlin 1895 (.450 Martin) rifle secured on the other side. Mom handed me my map and compass, tears began rolling down her cheeks.
“Don’t worry Mom, I’ll be alright.” I took my thumb, wiped away the tears, and kissed her on the cheek.
“Don,” said Dad, “stay safe, enjoy yourself and always be aware of your surroundings.”
“Thanks dad, I will. See you both in a week.” I said, and headed up the trail. Going the short distance to the top of the hill, I turned and waved to my parents before disappearing out of sight.
It was noon by the time I arrived at our secret spot and set up camp. The river is several hundred feet below, reachable by a gentle sloping path. I finished pitching the tent and hanging my food in a burlap sack from a branch on a nearby tree, out of the reach of any bear that may stroll by, I headed down to the river with rod and rifle in hand. The river has rainbow trout, Dolly Varden Trout along with a variety of berries in the area ranging from blueberries to raspberries.
After catching my dinner and gathering some berries, I headed back to camp. On the way back I heard what sounded like singing, though it was barely audible, I stopped to listen for the direction it was coming from. The sound stopped as abruptly as it started and I shook it off as hearing things that are not there. Back at camp, I gathered wood and started a campfire after which I prepared my dinner. With dinner cooking, I went over to the tree and retrieved my sack of food which consisted of canned goods and freeze dried food.
Sitting by the fire, eating my dinner, I gazed up at the night sky and was in awe at the sight of the many stars peppering the sky. Sitting there gazing at the stars, the faint sound of what I swear was singing could be heard, yet I convinced myself it was nothing and continued with dinner. Afterward, I sat for a bit longer before cleaning up, listening to the howling wolves in the distance. Putting out the fire, I retired to my tent for a well-deserved night’s sleep.
oOo
With the sun illuminating the tent, I awoke and quickly jumped out of the sleeping bag. Stepping outside, I noticed footprints scattered all around, particularly around the campfire. Upon further investigation, I noted that they were human and belonged to a female. Standing there, I tried to figure out why a woman or young girl would be in the forest, was she alone or with someone? I decided to follow her tracks.
Grabbing my rifle, some freeze dried food, and a couple of water bottles along with my compass, I headed out. Following the footprints, they eventually headed north, straying off the path to the river. I soon found myself entering a part of the forest I had never seen before. Approaching a slight incline, I definitely heard a female voice singing and just before I reached the top, a grizzly bear charged out from the heavy growth of bushes. Quickly, I slung the rifle from my shoulder and fired a shot over the bear’s head. The animal stopped it its tracks and looked at me for a moment before turning back, disappearing into the brush.
Standing there for what seemed an eternity, I gathered my wits and checked my shorts for any surprises, relieved that there were none, I cautiously continued to follow the footprints. The singing had ceased and upon reaching the top of the incline, I looked down and saw what was left behind from some sort of gathering. Reaching the bottom of the incline, I found myself standing in a small clearing with a large tree trunk lying on its side. I counted six pair of footprints in the dew covered grass along with wreaths made of twigs, leaves and flowers.
As I took a step beyond the clearing, an arrow landed at my feet. Stopping dead in my tracks, I searched the woods in front of me and was unable to see who shot the arrow. Stepping back carefully without any sudden movement, I again looked around the clearing and thought to myself, Are the stories that my father told me about nymphs true?
As I headed out, what sounded like my name, drifted on the gentle breeze coming from the direction of the arrow? The sound was nearly inaudible, making me think that it was just my now overactive imagination. I shook it off and hiked back to camp as it was getting late and I needed to go fishing for my dinner.
Not far from camp, I rounded a bend, and not more than thirty feet ahead, I saw a young woman reclined on a large toppled tree trunk with a canopy of leaves shading her. She was clad in only what I can describe as a light blue dress, which was resting well above mid-thigh. The top of the dress was what my mother would call a bodice which was ruffled. Her right arm dangled to the side and her left leg was bent at the knee. Then I saw it, a crown made of small branches with white flowers intermingled.
I gasped at the sight before me and thought, The tales of nymphs my dad told me must be true. Before I was able to regain my senses, she sat up and gracefully brought her legs over the side of the trunk. When she jumped down, her dress slid high enough that I had a good look at her flower.
"Hello Donald, or would you rather I call you, Don?"
"W-who are you? How do you know my name?"
"My name is Neda,” she replied, walking over to me.
Still unsure of myself, Neda took my hand and walked me, back to camp. I tried to speak, but she put a finger to my lips. We walked in silence and when we arrived at camp, Neda turned to me and said, “Don, you cannot go beyond the clearing. Promise me you won’t, otherwise the next arrow I shoot will not miss.”
“I-it was you who shot the arrow? But why?”
“It’s our secret place, now, promise.”
“I promise, Neda.”
“Good, now go catch dinner, it’s almost dark.”
Entering the tent, I retrieved my rod and when I came out, Neda was nowhere to be seen. I went down to the river and in no time, caught my dinner. As I ate, all I could think about was how beautiful Neda looked and my first glimpse of what lies between a woman’s legs.
After dinner, I went in the tent to retire for the night. Standing there, I stripped off my clothes and laid on top of my sleeping bag. My stiff cock was in desperate need of relief from thoughts of Neda. As I wrapped my hand around the shaft and cupped my balls with my other hand, thoughts of Neda and I together, flooded my head. With long, steady strokes, I pictured Neda’s hand in place of my own, stroking my cock, her mouth licking and sucking my bulbous head until ropes of sticky cum erupted. I grabbed sock and cleaned my mess before drifting off to sleep.
My dreams were filled with images of beautiful wood nymphs dancing and singing in that clearing with Neda in the center of the circle. They were calling to me, beckoning me to return. I awoke with my cock just as hard as it was the night before and ready for release. It only took a few strokes before I shot my second load into my sock.
oOo
I quickly dressed and stepped out to find more footprints like before that went off toward the clearing. Clearly Neda wasn’t the only one, but the question was, why couldn’t I go to the clearing and what was so secretive. I thought about the bear and Neda’s warning, what was she hiding and why? My father had shared stories about the mysterious wood nymphs and until now, I was sure it was just a fairy tale like what my mother read to me when I was a small boy.
I spent the day hunting and fishing, sticking to the trail though I wanted to check out that clearing. Neda’s warning echoed in my ears and was probably the reason I missed the doe, it was an easy shot and I could hear my dad’s voice reprimanding me for being distracted.
As I headed back to camp, I saw Neda. “Hello Don. Why didn’t you kill the doe?”
“I missed,” I said.
“You don’t miss,” she said, smiling, “what’s wrong?”
I sighed. “I guess my mind isn’t focused.”
“You want to know about the clearing.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Maybe before you leave I will show you,” she said. “But you must be worthy.”
“And how do I go about proving that I am?”
Neda smiled wickedly, “By us making love in your tent for starters.”
I won’t lie, I was shocked. Neda took me by the hand and led me into my tent. She dropped her dress and stood before me in her glorious nakedness. The tent in my shorts was obvious. She stepped up and kissed me softly, deeply, passionately. I tore off my clothes and took her into my arms. Her soft flesh pressed into mine, molding to my body as we sank to the ground and lay on top of my sleeping bag.
I kissed down her soft flesh, feeling my erection grow and savoring her flesh. My father had taught me long ago that when a man makes love to a woman, to always make sure she is satisfied and comes first. I suckled her nipples, feeling them grow and harden in my mouth. She moaned softly as I worked my way down.
Her pussy was hairless and moist. She was very aroused, and I knew she wanted to enjoy the sensation of a good orgasm. Lucky for her, I was just the man to make that happen. Her musky aroma drove me wild with desire, and I knew I had to taste her.
I dragged my tongue slowly over her labia, tasting her sweet juices and savoring the amazing taste. It was like drinking the nectar of the gods. My tongue probed her delicate, inner chamber as she gasped and moaned. I slid a finger into her and she shivered. With a second finger joining the first, I found her g-spot and within minutes she screamed and soaked my face, filling my mouth with her womanly juices.
I pushed my shorts down, my cock was like steel and I realized I hadn’t brought any condoms. I hesitated when Neda said, “Don’t worry Don, it will all be fine.”
I swear she read my mind, but I didn’t care. I crawled up her body, placed the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly entered. Neda moaned and gasped as I slid into her slowly. She was tight and I suspected she might have been a virgin, but all that mattered was bringing her to at least one more orgasm before I lost my own battle.
After a few thrusts, I was fully within her, kissing her deeply and holding her tight. She wrapped her legs around me and I moved faster. I caressed her breasts as I pumped. I knew my own battle would be lost soon so I reached down and rubbed her clit. Her eyes grew wide and her pussy clamped down on me as she came a second time and pushed me to my own climax, filling her with my seed. We cuddled together, enjoying the afterglow of an amazing sexual experience and I drifted off to sleep.
oOo
When I awoke, Neda was gone, but her aroma still lingered. It was early morning and I decided to go hiking on the Caribou Creek Trail, to Sheep Mountain. I grabbed the backpack and packed a couple of water bottles, along with some trail mix. After putting the camera strap around my neck and rifle on my shoulder, I headed out.
