"Nature always finds a way," someone once said. I dare say, its will to survive rivals that of humans.
And whilst beautiful things lie beneath the winter snow, waiting to emerge come springtime, some things should remain forever dormant. No, not everything should bloom again.
~ooOoo~
'Twas no extraordinary man, could have been any one of you. His day started as a day like any other; the man wanted his time with nature to clear his mind and free his spirit. And so, he walked along the path through the forest that edged his village.
An array of colors peeked from the thawing ground. Leaves greened. Birds sang their mating calls. The forest came alive with joyous sights and sounds above ground as renewed energy flowed within the roots below. The man breathed in his surroundings and smiled.
Subtle movement against dark bark nearby caught his attention. His eyes widened, having never seen such a mesmerizing flower with its roots anchored to the big leaf maple. Entranced, the man walked towards the ghost orchids for a closer look.
'Ethereal' was the word that came to mind.
Its petals were seductive and dainty and dripped with two tendrils. Alabaster was its color. One, two, three delicate flowers, all performing a seemingly erotic dance just for him. The two tendrils came together in a creamy center that had its own special appeal. The suggestive sways of the orchids pulled him another step closer.
In front of his very eyes, two petals lengthened into womanly arms and the tendrils twist into shapely legs. Delicate facial features surfaced on what had been the topmost petal. Hair of silver lengthened, falling into lovely waves, perfectly framing their flawless faces.
His eyes… they blinked in rapid succession. Am I a fool but dreaming? he pondered. He clenched his lids shut, but when they reopened, the heart-stirring visions remained in front of him. He slapped his face, trying to test if he was dreaming but only experienced burning cheeks.
No, they were real — three breathtakingly beautiful women! So alike in appearance, he surmised they must be sisters. They gazed upon him with eyes so blue they'd surely stolen their color from the sky above.
Still attached to the roots, the naked ladies lowered themselves to the ground and encircled him. Each reached out to touch the parts of him not clothed. A voice inside issued a warning, but he pushed it aside.
Why should I be weary of something so beautiful? Something that breathes life into my tired, old bones. A reasonable summation. For he, too, had become dormant over the long winter.
And so he surrendered to their will, allowing them their exploration of him. Sharp fingernails tore at his clothing in a somewhat frenetic manner until he stood naked before them. They swirled around his nakedness, touching and probing before gently easing him to the ground. His eyes knew not where to look as these breathtaking beauties captivated him with their tender ministrations before finally situated him on his backside beneath the tree.
One kissed him, then the other, and then both at once before the third sister parted them, so she could enjoy a dance with his tongue. Their mouths tasted sweet to him, yet something else he’d never tasted before. They uttered nary a sound, yet he knew they had grown aroused. The tips of their translucent white breasts turned pink, as did the apex between their legs. His cock reacted and drew their eyes. He wanted to impress them and furiously stroked his dick skin with the palms of his hands until he extended to an eye-catching length.