by Marian Stack
Unbeknownst to Turtle and the effects that her refreshing bathing was doing to her sexually charging guest, Blair’s desires had reached their breaking point and before she realized what she was doing her actions had her undressed, with her clothing in a pile on the cabin floor and her naked body being moved by desire alone to stand next to the women who now stood facing the fire place, allowing her wet body to be dried by the heat.
Noticing the wanting, and without speaking Turtle stepped away from in front of the fire place to retrieve more of the heated water, understanding that the solitary sponge bath was receiving a guest.
Blair was the first to reach for the soap as she began to roll the bar in her hands gathering the suds and after reaching for the cloth she began to run the warm wet cloth up and down her own body starting with the cloth between her ample breast and then circling the right and then the left allowing the warm water to chill the remaining parts of her stimulated body.
Turtle allowed Blair to confiscate the only bathing tool that they had, and silently manoeuvred her body within inches of Blair’s exposed back and began to bath her chill to the touch, skin. She softly placed the warm wet bar of soap up around Blair’s shoulders, allowing the soap suds to run down the center of her back to find the channel between the buttock cheeks, then after dropping the bar of soap into the whitening coloured warm basin water, she allowed her hands to find their own path, one searching for the lower back stopping just as her fingers found the very early formed cheek dimples that toped her back just above her buttocks cheeks as the other hand moved to just blow the buttocks. Losing her mind to her lust, Blair turned her body around very slowly allowing Turtle’s hand to remain on her skin but insuring that her searching hands did not lift off her skin for a millisecond, she was then standing inches from her lover’s body.
With heavy breathing filling the silence of the cabins tiny space both woman began to move their wanting hands all over each other’s swaying bodies, with arms extending outwards allowing every centimetre of skin to be touched and caressed with wanting and longing.
As their lips were to touch for the first time, a sound from outside the cabin stopped all forward progress.
Outside looking in
Grace was on the verge of giving up the search for a cabin or cave, in spite of the fact that early summer light offered more evening travelling time. She was cold, wet, angry and afraid that whatever remaining life she may have left on this planet, may turn out to be a slow and painful one. She was smart enough to know that if she was to spend another night out in the wilderness, in these dreary rainy cold conditions without any means of shelter, her chances of getting out of this situation, without rescue were quickly deteriorating.
As she leaned up against a tree she reached for her back and felt that some of her blood soaked cloth around the laceration had dried the cloth hard while other areas of the jumpsuit material remained damp to the touch, and somewhat attached to the wound itself which indicated to her that her wound was attempting to close on its own, however slowly, which again meant exposing the wound to infection. The laceration was painful and she knew without some kind of treatment this inconvenience would put a damper on her plans to cause some kind of ruckus before she was caught and incarcerated again which she knew for certain would be with additional time.
Sadly her own health and wellbeing always meant little to her, as for most of her life, hatred of life in general seemed to drive her forward. Her pitiful life of living on the street, first with her mother after they were kicked out of the tiny motel room they lived in and then when the car that they lived in was towed by the city, her true street life began. Her hatred for anyone that had more than her would spark a rage in her that few could understand.
Completely exhausted after stumbling in the shadows of the ever increasing twilight and after another stumble over a tree root that twisted her back that caused her injury to scream out in pain she had had enough and decided to remain in the spot where her body landed. Deciding to remain on the damp ground she could feel her anxiety begin to build as the feeling of hopelessness began to consume her thoughts to the point that her anger went into overdrive sending her seething anger into a fully blown frenzy.
As she lay on the ground, she began to grab large handfuls of forest debris, tossing and throwing the handfuls of dirt into the air in all directions, accompanied by silent screams of profanities. She knew if there was truly a search party out looking for her and her dead co-escapee screaming into the night air was a sure fired way of giving away her location.
Finally exhausted from the tantrum and self-hatred she once again lost control of her emotions, as she allowed her deflated body to stop all movement. As she attempted to remain in the moment, and after some regrouping of mind and wanting, something that the silly counsellor tried to teach her during every weekly anger therapy session, for lack of a better resting place she decided that this was to be her overnight recovery spot. So with her head resting on a hardened pile of dirt, she starred up at the rapidly moving storm clouds above her head and thought about want she would have done if freedom would have come her way.
She learned early on to not waste time thinking about the ‘what if’s’. Not to mention that being labelled as a career criminal throughout her forty plus years of life was something that kept her strong during her many years of incarceration. However in this rare weakened state both mentally and physically she unwillingly allowed her thoughts to fantasize about freedom, which included finding a good bar, a willing sex partner, regardless of gender, to fornicate and drink her remaining life away.
As her mind filled with thoughts of both sinful pleasures of wild sex and strong liquor, she felt oddly relaxed as she could feel her exhausted body dissolve into the forest floor. She allowed her mind to continue to fantasize knowing full well that she could be locked away in a small cell with another roommate that wouldn’t shut up, but instead she was alone, which she very much enjoyed and she was outside breathing fresh air, which felt like a dream, a dream that she fought against many times during her hours and days of solitary confinement, and even though she was hungry she was as peaceful as she could ever remember being.
Feeling almost human she decided to move her body just a little to secure herself next to a fallen tree that would offer her a little extra shelter, support and safety. As she settled for what she believed was her last move of the evening she noticed that the wind direction had shifted, so again she moved her body just a little more into the cavity of the log. Then just as she was about to fall into some form of rest, her awareness was put on full alert as she very much believed she smelt the faint odor of wood smoke.
Immediately she sat straight up ignoring any and all signs of pain or discomfort from her injuries and sent her mind into attack mode. Her stance was similar to that of an animal trying to locate a scent that maxed out all curiosity levels. Then as suddenly as the smell arrived it left. Disheartened by the exit of the smell Grace leaned back onto the log and announced to the world that once again she got the short end of the stick, “I fucking knew it. Luck has never been a part of my life…well good luck anyways.”
And then just as she was settling down, the faint smell of wood smoke hit her nostrils again, and once again she announced to the world that she was not crazy, “Well… Well, maybe your luck has changed old girl.” And then she contemplated again, “could this be the search party and are they close to finding me?” and then she switched again into a more stable mind, “Now don’t be an ass, a search party wouldn’t give their location away so easy.”
As if her engrained prison personality decided to take over all thoughts she could barely control her desires to flee deeper into the forest, to avoid possible capture, which would inevitably send her back to more years of misery, but instead she chose to stop and take a moment to gather her wits and take stock of where she was and what was best for her. And at that very moment she decided to take a leap of faith and venture towards the smoke and l
et her instincts run the show for a change.
It didn’t take Grace long to find the small cabin that sent the rescue signal into the air. Using the coverage of the dark night sky she found herself a good vantage point about twenty yards away from the cabin. She stood directly behind a large tree that was just off to the right of the front door. As she stood next to the tree watching for any signs of movement, she suddenly noticed a shadowy figure pass by the small single pane window.
Suddenly a thought popped into her head. She was so happy that Angel was no longer hanging onto her coattail as she knew trying to keep that stupid girl from running into the cabin screaming for help would have gotten them both killed.
But she knew better, again with years of experience in self-preservation, her first instinct was not to knock on the cabin door right away but to carefully survey the area around the cabin in case this was a trap by the sheriff’s office, so instead she very cautiously decided to search the outside perimeter of the cabin to ensure that this was not a trap, and as she rounded the back side of the cabin she accidently tripped over a log that pushed her body into the stationary rain barrel.
Unwelcome guest
Rain pushed her little nose as far under the bottom of the door as she possibly could, at the same time offering to her pack mates her evolving low growl of warning.
“Rain, what’s the matter? Did you hear something?” Turtle moved away from Blair’s wanting arms and gathered her shirt at the same time as she approached the small window to look outside for an animal of some kind.
As Blair quickly gathered her shirt she inquired, “Do you think this is a rescue party?” Her voice was low and filled with controlled sadness.
“It’s hard to tell what she is whimpering about. She may have heard something that we never will have the capacity to hear. However it’s been a while since she has been outside, she may just have to go, she still is a wild animal and needs to scent and play hunt. Just give me a minute and I will dress and let her out for some play time, and gather more wood from the porch.”
As Turtle opened the door Rain ran out as if in full search mode. She ran to the edge of the wooden porch landing and then stopped dead in her tracks and again offered another low growl as she sniffed the air for danger. Turtle walked the few steps and knelt down beside her little defender and with reassuring ease touched the top of Rain’s fluffy head and whispered, “What do you think little one? Is there something out there we need to worry about?”
Rain offered another low growl as she readied her stance for an attack pounce.
Suddenly Blair was standing in the door frame with the blanket around her shoulders, “Turtle honey is everything alright?”
“Look at her posture. She’s defending us. Isn’t Mother Nature amazing? Even without her pack to guide her through her training, her instincts are forming.” Turtle announced as she moved out of the way to allow Blair to observe the adorable moment, as if she was the proud mother of this little wolf.
“I love you.” The three words shot out of Blair’s mouth so fast she had zero time to think.
“What did you just say?” Turtle responded so quickly that she fell off the porch and stumbled onto the wet ground.
Continuing to have no time to think Blair was off the porch in a flash with her arms extended outwards to assist her very bewildered guide, “What I said… was that I love the way you care for this little wolf pup.”
“Well it sounded like…” Turtle was unable to finish as Blair immediately interrupted.
“What? Did you think I said I love you? Don’t be so fool hardy.” Blair ended this conversation with an immediate about face and entered back into the cabin that left both women and pup in confused silence.
Looking down at Rain, Turtle moved her head from side to side offering her charge a look of confusion and then stated, “well you started this thing, so is there anything out here to worry about or can we go back inside?” Looking down at the pup that was now looking straight up at her, she laughed and then walked about ten feet from the cabin to inspect the immediate area but remained in the flickering light from the inside of the cabin and it’s fire light.
Before entering with her arms full of fire wood she paused for a second and stared straight into the darkness, allowing her wilderness instincts to sharpen. She closed her eyes in an attempt to inventory all wilderness noises, and as she listened intently eliminating what she knew to be safe and familiar, she in turn concluded that all the sounds she heard were nothing out of the ordinary, but instead she found herself wanting to hear the sounds of a rescue party or the sounds of a helicopter engine.
“Turtle is everything alright?” Blair’s questioning voice snapped Turtle back to the moment.
“Yes. We seem to be in good hands with our little alarm system in place.” She stated as she re-entered the cabin. “We seem to be in no danger.” She spoke again as she bent down with the armful of wood, and precisely piled each log triangle style next to the hearth.
As she stood next to her guide, “Well that’s great news, so now that we are out of danger, am I ever going to get that tea you offered before? And can it be the good kind.” She spoke with her normal sexy undertone voice.
Taking the last swallow of her herbal tea, Blair stood and reached for Turtle’s hand. “I very much would like to finish what we started before we were so rudely interrupted by your wolf.”
Allowing herself to be manipulated by her sexually charged guest, Turtle let her body be lifted by gentle persuasion and directed to the crudely carved out four-poster twin size bed.
As they stood as close as humanly possible both women began to slowly undress each other’s wanting bodies. As they began to kiss and being their love making it was Turtle who broke the desirable moment with a statement that stopped Blair in her tracks. “I know what you said.”
“And I meant it. Now shut-up and kiss me.” Blair had no intention of hiding her desires anymore. She held onto Turtle’s strong shoulders and gently pushed her backwards onto the wood hard bed and began to sexually attack Turtle’s naked body as if it was her last chance to make love to this body.
As the night of passion continued, Blair moved her body to straddle Turtle’s as Turtle’s hands were being guided by desire alone reaching up to encase and fondle the wanting hardened nipples.
Blair began to move her body in a rhythmic lovers thrust as she allowed her craving noises to fill the cabin, as she could no longer contain her hunger for the taste of Turtle’s love. Yet again being moved by desire she began to move her body to place her body in the position to have her love moistness tasted by her lover, at the same time allowing her to lick and taste her lovers’ essence.
As the lovers fell into their state of euphoria, their every move was being watched and enjoyed by another.
Grace had the perfect vantage point.
As she stood outside the cabin she was able to look through the small but perfectly placed window. As she watched the erotic show she quickly became a wanting participant, as her excitement grew into a full blown act of voyeurism. As she watched she was unable to stop herself from pushing her hand into her underpants to perform a hurried and aggressive act of masturbation.
Yet again the outside noises caught the attention of the wolf pup and again she offered up a low warning growl as she shoved her little nose under the door.
And then as both women were about to scream with jubilation, there was a knock at the door that froze both women movements of ecstasy, switching into panic.
Turtle was the first to jump up from the bed frantically trying to get some clothing on and frantically attempting to make sense of who could possibly be banging on the cabins door at this hour, and inwardly hoping this inconvenient interruption was because of rescue.
Blair also attempted to dress however fear seemed to have invaded her entire body as it shook uncontrollable.
She looked at Turtle who was about to open the door and whispered, “Wait.”
Tu
rtle steadily walked back over to the bed and leaned in to whisper back. “We have to answer this call for help or rescue. Whoever this is clearly spotted our light or noticed the smell of smoke. We have to help. I’m sure everything will be fine. Trust me.” She then leaned in for a reassuring kiss.
“I don’t like this.” Blair whispered, and then stood to be closer to Turtles’ side as she walked over to answer the knock.
As Turtle opened the door both woman strained to see the person standing on the porch.
The stranger had stepped away from the door, standing to the limit of the porch floor boards, offering the assumption that this person was equally concerned as to who would be answering the knock and under what circumstance.
As all three adults stood silent and motionless, it was Rain who decided to sniff at the silent stranger. As she approached the feet of the still stranger her low growl of warning began deep in her throat and grew in intensity as seconds passed.
“Okay little one, that’s no way to treat a fellow traveler. Hello, please come in out of darkness and the coolness of the night. You are more than welcome to enjoy the cabins’ shelter and the warmth of our fire.” Turtle voice was genuine as she moved away from blocking the path to the entrance into the cabin.
As Grace entered she decided to only move in enough to allow for the door to close, and then she chose not to speak at all at first, leaving the room in uncomfortable silence, until Turtle moved to toss another log on the fire and turn up the flame for the kerosene lamp which instantly brightened the entire cabin.
