Alone and Naked in the Woods Ch. 01

Whenever I need time for self-reflection or a life-changing decision, I would journey into the woods for my personal vision quest. I would do it only during spring or summer because I prefer to be completely naked as I wander deep in the forest.

Being naked while surrounded by nature has always overwhelmed me with a sense of freedom that I can never have anywhere else. With no other soul for miles but me unclothed and alone, I can freely explore, run, swim, cook, eat, read, sleep, masturbate, dance, and meditate with no one to judge me.

DAY ONE

In one trip to the woods I took one sunny day in the summer, I drove to my usual campsite a few hours' drive from home. After parking and locking up my car, I do an inventory check of my backpack. I brought protein bars and water to last me two or three days, a first aid kit, tent, hatchet, blanket, compass, matches, map of the forest, soap, sandals, paperback copy of "Wild" by Cheryl Strayed, my cell phone (turned off but brought in case of emergency) and my vibrator with new batteries.

I then began my journey into the wide green forest. In the first hour, I took the usual beaten paths the tourists take before going on the less used paths, deep into the forest most would not be willing to go. Soon the path became small and windy until there was no path to follow. Being familiar with the area, I continued straight following the sound of a small brook at a small clearing. On the other side of the brook, there was an inclined hillside. I climbed up a hillside leading me to a thicket of tall trees.

Certain that I was far enough from the prying eyes of humans, I put my backpack down and took off my clothes. Since I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, all l had to strip out was my hiking shorts, my flannel shirt and my t-shirt, leaving on my watch, shades and hiking boots.

Before resuming my journey, I took a moment to bask in the sun shining at the edge of the trees. I closed my eyes, raised my arms and spread my legs so my whole body could feel the warmth of the sun's rays, as well as an unexpected and brief cool breeze that blew over my exposed tits, causing my nipples to get hard, which spoiled my Zen but caused me to smile.

After about ten minutes of sun-worshipping, I put my backpack on my naked back and wandered through the grove of trees, drinking in the beauty of nature around me. The impressive length and girth of the cedar trees as they provided shade from the sun, the endearing sounds of squirrels as they climbed or jumped between trees, and the sweet songs of birds nesting overhead.

As I journeyed through my own personal Eden, I stopped several times to feel myself. Being naked in the woods has always aroused me, in which I couldn't help but touch my nipples. I would lightly tease one or both nipples as I continued walking. Sometimes my clit would need the same attention but since I couldn't walk and touch myself at the same time, I would just keep walking until I set camp. But there would be a rare time when I couldn't ignore the heat growing from my loins and I would have to stop and play with myself.

I would either lean back against a tree and sit on a large rock, spread my thighs, spread the petals of my pink flower with one hand and gently diddle the pink bud with the other for a few minutes. I've always maintained some self-control so as not to climax because it would ruin my "ritual". When I felt I'd done enough without cumming, I withdrew my hands and returned to my path.

After another hour of walking, I finally reached my usual campsite. A flat and wide clearing with tall grass, surrounded by tall trees and big rocks. The perfect spot for me to reconnect with Mother Nature.

I took off the backpack and set up a small tent from a distance from the ring of rocks that is the campfire that I made a few years back. After that, I removed my hiking boots and socks, along with my shades, my watch and my hair clip, allowing my long hair to freely fall down my back.

I was now completely naked without any constrictions like the clothes that covered the natural beauty of my body, the hair clip holding my hair uncomfortably tight and restrained, or even my watch that would chain me to the man-made concept of time.

I stood free and unencumbered looking up at the clear blue sky with only the sun to guide me through the day and the moon through the night. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, presenting myself to the spirits of the forest, seeking their love and protection.

Soon after, I walked from my camp and trudged through the trees and rocks which were bigger and closer together. But I persevered, following the sound of a waterfall, leading me to a swimming hole which I've called my Pond of Paradise. I walked on the small stone cliff near a majestic waterfall with a wide and deep pond 20 feet below me. From the pond's shore of sand and pebbles was a field of tall grass, thick bushes, and small trees that go on for about a mile as the water from the pond goes down a stream to the encompassing forest.

I sat on the flat surface of the cliff in a lotus position with my spine straight and my shoulders back as I began to meditate to center myself after my long journey. The soft splashing sounds from the waterfall and the sun on my naked skin brought me into absolute serenity. With every deep breath, the troubles weighing on my mind melted away into nothing.

After twenty minutes, I opened my eyes to see the sun slowly setting behind the mountains, indicating that my day was ending. I got back on my feet, stood on the edge of the cliff, took a deep breath and dived down into the serene waters of the pond.

Being submerged while naked has always brought out the water nymph inside me, swimming through the underwater realm for my pleasure and exploration. But unfortunately, my all-too-human lungs would need air, prompting me to ascend to the surface, back to the real world.

I relaxed my body and floated on the water, looking up at the sky, still content in my bliss as a water nymph. I felt the rhythm of the pond all around me. As much as I wanted to stay floating, the sun was at the last moments of daylight and I had to return to my camp before it got dark.

I swam to the shore and got on my feet as I left the pond a nymph no longer. A slight chill caused my nipples to go hard. I've always loved it when that happened. I suddenly stopped when I spotted a deer walking from the trees about ten feet from me. The deer was female, a doe, it stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. Most deer would run away at the sight of humans, but this one was staying still, as if trying to decide.

But then I noticed a cute baby deer beside the doe. It began to be clear to me that the mama deer was taking her fawn to the pond to drink but my standing between the two deers and the pond caused a problem. Not wanting to appear as a threat, I slowly moved away from the pond, walking backward to the forest. As I got far enough, the mama deer cautiously walked to the pond with her baby. I was delighted to witness the baby deer drink from the pond while the mother kept watch before drinking. Then the mama deer and her fawn scampered off to the forest.

When I returned to my campsite, the night began to set. With my hatchet, I gathered the wood I needed for a campfire. After I had dinner, I prepared for my ritual. I placed my picnic blanket near the fire and sat facing it in a lotus position. I began my ritual with meditation, listening to the crackling of the campfire as well as the wind softly blowing through the trees with the sound of the crickets and the occasional hooting of a nearby owl.

With every inhale, I breathed in the essence of the forest, filling me with life and love, connecting me with nature. With every exhale, I expelled the negative thoughts and feelings lingering inside me.

I continued to the next part of my ritual, self-love. I placed my open palm flat against my shaved vagina (I always shave my body hair before going to the woods). I lightly pressed, slowly arousing myself. With patience, I paced myself in my self-pleasuring, letting my sexual energy build up bit by bit as I deeply inhaled and exhaled for at least forty to fifty minutes.

I felt love for my body despite my small, pendulous breasts, the mole on the left back of my neck, my stretch marks from giving birth. As my sexual energy grew more within me, I pressed my hand more against my sex. My other hand takes the plastic bottle of baby oil I kept near me. I squirted the baby oil directly on my tits, giving each one equal coverage, then to my belly, going down to give my pussy a copious amount for best lubrication. I squirted more baby oil on my body before I was done. The smell of the baby oil aroused me more.

With both hands, I slowly slathered the oil on my chest up to my neck, feeling my skin. My oil-covered hands moved to my tits. I was slowly cupping at first, but my desires momentarily took control of my hands and were kneading them fervently. I allowed this for a few minutes before regaining my composure and began to tease my nipples.

When my sex cried out for love, my hand slid down from my breasts, down my belly and to my pink pearl. I teased my labia, giving it the promise of a great sexual release as my other hand still tweaked my nipple. Soon, I firmly held my naked, oil-slathered tit for me to tease it more with the tip of my tongue.

As much as I wanted to orgasm, I patiently kept my pace for my ritual. I lay down on my back and widely spread my legs to the campfire, exposing my wet sex to the forest. I continued to pleasure myself, my hands alternating on pleasuring my tits, my pussy, my thighs, my neck, my stomach. I sucked on my fingers, licked my erect nipples, teased my perineum and my sphincter.

Every time I felt an orgasm near, I would slow down or stop. I would continue to caress my sweet spots gently and slowly to keep myself horny without sending me over the edge. I would breathe deeply as I would lightly circle one or both nipples with my fingertips, gently rub my stomach, and slowly feel my thighs and my pubis. I would do this for about twenty to thirty minutes before resuming my self-loving, prolonging it.

I did this not just for my pleasure but for the forest.

With my connection to nature, I allowed the forest to feel the desires and sensations of my body. To feel the love I have for my body, to feel the desires my body has, to feel the physical delights of a woman masturbating and the euphoric rapture of a woman's orgasm. This was my gift to Mother Nature. This was my ritual.

I have done the slowed/stopped part of my ritual three more times. I planned to hold out for another two near orgasms before I let myself climax. I felt the heat from the campfire suddenly growing as the heat from my body grew with it. My sexual energy had reached its peak. I let go of my need for control and gave into my primal desires overwhelming me.

I gently pulled the fleshy hood of my clit, squirted more baby oil directly on it and began to caress it. First, sliding it between my wet fingers before frantically circling my fingertips on it. With every wave of intense pleasure, I started to moan. With every moan, I moaned louder.

More heat from the fire fell onto me. I started to sweat. My heart beat harder. My moans became louder. I lost myself in the heat either from the fire or from my body. I became delirious with heat and lust overcoming me. When my sex couldn't take anymore, a fantastic orgasm tore through me, sending me into absolute sexual bliss and gratification, in which I graciously shared the spirits of the forest.

I laid on my blanket with my arms and legs spread wide for the night air to cool down my hot and sweaty body as I catch my breath and savored the post-orgasm bliss. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes to the night sky and saw a full moon above me. It was a pleasing sight.

The sudden sounds of an owl caused me to quickly prompt my torso up by my elbows and look around my surroundings. I spotted an owl, perched on a high branch, looking right at me. I kept my eyes on the owl as I got on my feet and took a few steps towards him. The owl silently stared at me. I knew the owl had no concept for me or what I did nor did he enjoy my self-pleasuring session. If anything, the owl was simply curious. The owl moved his head forward. I stayed still for him to observe me, standing naked in the moonlight, covered in baby oil, my sex fluids running down my thighs. After a minute, the owl then flew away and disappeared into the trees.

With the owl gone, I turned my focus back to the forest. I deeply breathed in the cool air, knowing with certainty that the forest was satisfied with me. But my ritual wasn't over.

I added more wood to the fire, making the flames higher than before. I began to dance to the fire as I gave tribute to Gaia, the goddess of the Earth. With the crackling of the fire as my music, I danced around the campfire, doing a sort of tribal dance, where I was swaying my hips, twirling, waving my arms above me.

But sometimes I can't help but use the provocative (if not vulgar) dance moves of a stripper like squeezing my tits or smacking my ass. I would even shake my ass as close to the fire as I can get without getting burnt.

With this combination of dance moves, I danced to the fire. Not for the enjoyment of others like a stripper but for myself and my enjoyment. I felt my sexual energy returning, causing me to caress my breasts, to feel my ass, to touch my pussy. I forced myself to keep dancing for the fire as my urges grew, causing me to dance more wildly.

After about thirty minutes of dancing, my legs finally got tired and I returned to my picnic blanket. I took my vibrator, which was next to the baby oil, laid down on the blanket and turned it on. I started by teasing my clit with the tip. But instead of prolonging the teasing like I did for a clitoral orgasm, I decided to gratify myself quickly for a virginal orgasm.

Holding the vibrator with both hands, I plunged it to my G-spot, immediately giving me the sexual pleasure I craved. As much as I wanted instant gratification, I wanted the build-up to last a bit longer, so I gently pulled the vibrator away from my G-spot. But with my fingers still covered with baby oil, a slight slip accidentally caused the vibrator to slide further into my sex, giving me an unexpected but satisfying orgasm.

I turned off the sex toy and relaxed, looking up at the moon and stars. Being both physically and sexually exhausted, I began to drift to sleep. I would usually slip inside my tent for protection from the elements and predators of the woods, but I wasn't worried. I knew I was safe in the arms of Mother Nature.

I peacefully fell asleep that warm summer night with the sky above me, the earth beneath me, and the forest around me.