Alone and Naked in the Woods Ch. 03

DAY 3

I woke up from the chirping of birds. The sun was just beginning to rise as I crawled out of my tent. As I stood to my feet, I stretched my arms out and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the morning air and the love of the forest.

After yoga and breakfast, I spent most of the morning laying on my panic blanket, reading "Wild". No matter how many times I've read it, Cheryl Strayed's words would always move me. Her tragedies made me sad. Her struggles made me sympathetic. Her triumphs brought me joy. Her joy gave me hope.

My journey may have been similar to the author's but not the same. I did have a rough childhood growing up half-white/half-indigenous, bounced around from home to home since I was seven after my mother died and never knowing the white bastard that was my father, where I started abusing drugs and alcohol at a young age, but not before having sex at a way too-young age.

One difference between my journey and the author's is what she did by choice, I did it by accident.

It happened one night when I was twenty-seven. I was an addict and an alcoholic, working as a stripper or as a hooker so I could pay not just for my drug habit, but my abusive boyfriend's habit as well. We were driving down the highway after getting blazed at a drug party. I was slipping in and out of consciousness in the passenger seat while my boyfriend, let's call him Nick, drove his crappy, faded blue truck.

In the times I was awake, I was furious with Nick. When he brought me to the next town and to a rural house where the drug party happened, he neglected to tell me that I was the only girl there and the dealer wouldn't supply the drugs unless I gave him a blow job. I wanted to leave but I knew Nick would just persuade me, usually by yelling or/and beating me, to stay and give the dealer what he wanted.

So, I gave in and went into a room with the dealer, a hairy-armed, less-than-appealing, middle-aged man with a long and thick beard and horrific body odor due to lack of regular showering. From there, I took off my top, got on my knees, and went at it. It took at least ten minutes to finish but he was satisfied with me.

But the humiliation didn't stop there. Nick forced me to perform a striptease for his friends. I knew if I didn't, not only would Nick beat me and maybe rape me, but he would lock me out of the house, preventing me from the party favors I desperately needed.

The living room had only an old, worn-out couch and an old wooden table, so there was plenty of space for me to dance. The music I danced to came from a ghetto blaster with a broken cassette player and could receive only one radio station. I was halfway through the first song when I took off my top again, exposing my small breasts to the five seated men, yelling out catcalls while getting blazed. One of them made a rather unflattering comment about the unimpressive size of my tits. I looked to Nick for support or at least threaten the asshole, but he was already wasted. So, I decided to let it pass before pulling down my skirt as the second song began. Instead of waiting for the third song like I usually do on the stage, I decided to take my panties off, leaving me completely naked for Nick and his friends to ogle at me like a slab of meat.

Nick finally rewarded me for my obedience by allowing me to partake in the party favors but kept me from getting dressed. Soon after a few bumps and a few beers, I didn't mind being the only one naked with Nick's drug-using friends. I didn't mind them groping me. I didn't mind giving them lap dances. I didn't mind one of them forcing me on the table to rape me.

With the drugs and booze I took, I didn't care what they did to me just as long as my lifelong personal demons were kept at bay, even for a short while, the humiliation and degradation I suffered were worth it.

Almost worth it.

On the drive back home that night, the highway was through a forest that went for miles. However, the road home was not a straight road but had many twists and turns hard for anyone to safely drive at night. Nick in his state was driving recklessly. He managed to make the turns to keep his truck on the road several times. But his luck ran out when he accelerated and failed to turn and run into a deep ditch.

As the truck keeled and crashed, I hit my head on the dashboard. I was still conscious but severely dazed either from the drugs or the booze or hitting my head or all the above. In my state of mind, I managed to get out of the truck without checking on Nick, not knowing if he was still alive.

Unable to so much as think, I started to wander aimlessly towards the tall trees. From what I can remember, I walked for hours as I slowly began to regain my senses only to realize that I was hopelessly lost in this big, dark, and cold forest. The trees surrounding me were tall and thick enough to block the stars in the night sky. Not that I would be able to find my way out if I could see them. The trees also blocked any moonlight for me to retrace my steps.

Before that, I haven't been anywhere bigger than a city park. I was never a Girl Scout, I never went to summer camp as a kid, and I never learned anything about surviving the so-called great outdoors.

I started to panic. Running wildly, not knowing where I was going. Yelling for help at the top of my lungs. But it proved useless as there was no one to save me. Then my panic turned into depression as my demons plagued me as they've done many times before. Usually, when the bliss from the drugs, alcohol, or sex begins to fade, I would just take one of the following vices, but without them, I am reminded of the shitty life I have led, making me more depressed.

After hours of aimless wandering, I followed the torrents of water which led me to a river. The river was wide and deep, shored by large rocks which the water loudly splashed against. As I walked towards the near-deafening river, I noticed a wooden bridge across the river. As I got closer, I could see the bridge was narrow, made only for people to cross. It was clear the bridge hadn't been cared for in years with the loose or missing boards and the wood rails rotted or covered in moss. But the bridge seemed sturdy enough.

I walked on the bridge and stopped in the middle. I looked down at the dark, rapturous waters below me. In my dark moment, I thought of ending the shitstorm that was my life. The drinking, the drugs, the abusive boyfriends, the shitty jobs where I must be naked. Letting it get worse year after year until I die of an overdose or another drug-related accident or something worse.

Unless I end it. Just jump into the raging river and end it all.

I leaned against the wood rail to see how deep the river was. With only a crescent moon in the partly clouded sky at night, I couldn't see past the restless waters, causing me to lean more on the rail. But suddenly, the old wood rail creaked and broke from the bridge to fall into the river. I instinctively tried to regain my balance but the edge of the floorboard I stood on was rotten and crumbled beneath my feet. I screamed as I plunged into the mighty river.

Not only was the water cold but cruel as well. I was caught in a powerful undercurrent, forcing me down the river without mercy. Even though I wasn't much of a swimmer, I tried to get to the surface before running out of air, but the river would not make it easy for me. Like a helpless leaf in a storm, I was rolling around underwater, hitting rocks and scrapping against the rocky riverbed.

As a final punishment from the river, I was forced to roughly roll on the rock and sand-covered bottom of the river until the river had no bottom. Suddenly, I was free from the unforgiving river but to my shock found myself in mid-air after being flung from a waterfall. I screamed again as I plunged downward, this time from a higher altitude to the river below. I hit the water harder this time, causing me to slowly lose consciousness.

Completely submerged in the dark waters, I realized how I tried to save myself from the vicious river after contemplating suicide only to be nearing my end. Almost funny.

But in the last few seconds, before I peacefully slipped away for the last time, I felt a pair of hands of someone grabbing hold of me, pulling me up to the surface. I was glad someone took time away from their moonlight swim to rescue me before I blacked out.

After my trip down traumatic memory lane, I put my book down and reached for the baby oil for a session of self-loving. I rolled on my back and spread my legs. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths before I squirted the oil on my stomach. With both hands, I gently slathered the oil around my stomach and hips, moving to my breasts and my neck. I added more oil to my lower stomach, below the belly button. I massaged my outer thighs, my ass, my inner thighs. My oily fingers gently slid between the soft folds of my labia, slowly arousing me but I didn't go in deeper to masturbate.

The self-loving I performed was not about getting myself off but exploring my body and its mysteries underneath to discover what it desires and what pleasures it can bring, strengthening the connection between my body and my mind. During this, sexual energy expanded in my womb, and traveled up my spine, cleansing my chakras, connecting my spirit with my body and mind, forming a triangle of enlightenment, fulfillment, and serenity.

While I continued loving my pink petals with my fingers, I squirted more oil for extra lubrication before I engaged in further exploring. I performed a perfect wide-leg split and slid my fingers down from my labia to my perineum. I took a step further sending my oily fingers down my ass to my sphincter. I massaged the rim before pushing a finger, up to the first knuckle. The sensation was mild but enjoyable. I pressed my finger deeper to the second knuckle. It felt better.

While one hand was caressing my perineum and sphincter, my other hand was gently fondling the rest of my body. This went on for an hour until I felt I had enough self-caring that day. I decided to take a quick swim in my pond of paradise before having lunch, taking a bar of soup to wash my hands.

At the pond, I used soap to clean my hands and then my body from the baby oil. After that, I tossed the soap on the shore and dived into the pond, immediately relishing the cool water on my naked skin. I became a water nymph once again, set on a new adventure beneath the surface. I lose track of time in the bliss, coming to the surface a few times for air. The swimming hole was deep but not very wide, which didn't give me much to explore what I hadn't seen before.

I decided to swim to a distant shore of the pond that I never set foot on before. On that shore led to a thicket of tall trees, clustered but spaced enough for me to move around. I walked out of the water, dripping wet as I approached the trees.

Feeling more adventurous than cautious, I boldly journeyed forward through the trees as they became taller and thicker, providing shade from the sun. The ground was covered with dirt, twigs, and dry leaves. I continued further without the slightest worry of becoming lost, except for the thrill of exploring a part of the forest I had never seen. The air around me felt humid on my naked skin, causing a thin layer of sweat on my entire body. I deeply inhaled the musky essence of these majestic trees as they slowly revigorated me and my sexual energy.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover a small clearing of grass and moss where in the middle stood a huge tree, thicker and taller than the other trees surrounding it. The trunk was wider than a car, and the breaches spread out strong with green leaves, reaching up to the sky higher than I could see. I was completely astonished by its size and girth. For a tree to never feel the cruel cutting of a lumberjack's saw, to survive whatever storms or natural disasters would fall upon it so it could grow and flourish into the most majestic of majestic trees or the king tree.

With curiosity and excitement, I approached this great tree. My bare feet welcomed a soft cushioning of the grass after walking on twigs and small rocks followed by the cool moss. At the trunk of the tree, I sat my bare ass on one of its thick and curved roots, facing the tree so I could hug the wide tree with my outstretched arms. I tried to feel the life force of the tree but the bark was too thick and felt too coarse and uncomfortable, especially on my nipples.

I noticed how strong and sturdy the branches were, enough to support my weight. I knew it was risky but I couldn't resist the chance of climbing the tree. I stood up to search the tree for something I could climb onto. There was only one low-hanging branch but it was out of my reach. After a few tries, I managed to jump up and grab the branch with my hands. With some effort and willpower, I pulled myself up onto the branch, scrapping up my breasts, stomach, and thighs along the way. After that, I began to climb up the branches of the king tree. I wasn't even halfway up when I could see that I was at least thirty feet above the ground. As I continued to ascend, my heart was beating fast. I stopped climbing when I felt the wetness of my sex down my thigh. My sexual energy was returning but had not yet peaked.

I became more daring, if not reckless when I was inspired to express my gratitude to the great king tree for this adventure. I tore off a loose piece of bark from a branch, exposing its phloem. I climbed and carefully positioned my sex over the branch. I parted my petals before slowly placing my wet flower on the branch, securely supporting my weight while my legs hung freely. I firmly held on to the tree when I shifted my hips forward, pressing my pearl on the phloem.

I began breathing deeply to center myself despite being thirty to forty feet from the ground. I felt the fluids of my sex seep into the branch. Gradually with patience, I began to feel the connection to the tree king through my sex. I felt the life force of the tree coursing through me. I felt the roots absorbing the moisture of the ground. I felt the leaves metabolizing the sunlight. I felt the chlorophyll coursing through the leaves.

I continued to deeply breath as my bonding with the tree king brought me into a peaceful trance. With my eyes closed, I can hear the rustling of the leaves around me, the small flock of birds flying over me, the song of the crickets from the ground. I could smell the sap under the bark as well as the clean forest air. I felt the sunlight on my whole backside peeking through the leaves.

The king tree draws in more of my sex fluids, aware that my sexual energy continues to grow. It wants more.

A soft breeze brushed over me. My nipples go hard.

With one hand secured to the tree, I used my other hand to tease my nipples, slowly circling, gently pulling, softly pinching. Just enough to further my ecstasy while the tree king grows thirstier for my nectar.

Soon, I reached the point of no return. I pressed my clit onto the phloem, giving me a brief surge of pleasure. Securing both hands on the tree, I curved my back and leaned forward to press my clit harder for more pleasure. I rhythmically bucked my hips against the strong branch as my sexual energy peaked. My body shuddered and sent me into another level of orgasmic bliss, not just for me but for the tree king as well.

I rested my head on the tree with my legs freely hanging down as I began to recover. I felt the love and satisfaction of the tree king as it took the remainder of my pussy-juices to quench its thirst. I felt how the nectar from my flower would slowly travel throughout the branch and spread to the rest of the tree, becoming part of the king tree.

When my head cleared, I was covered in sweat and my thighs were slicked with my fluids, as was the branch. I lifted myself off the branch and carefully climbed down the tree to the Earth below. I planned to swim in the pond to wash off the sweat, dirt, and dried fluids from my body before returning to my camp where I would take a nap, meditate, masturbate, or all of the above.

But when my feet were firmly on the ground, I paused for a few seconds to savor the cool moss, squishing it between my toes. The rays of the sun were shining through the branches of the king tree, causing me to gaze at it with wonder. Finding myself in awe of the king tree, I decided to stay a bit longer.

I stepped out of the massive shadow of the grand tree and felt the warm sunlight on my skin. With the subtle rustling of leaves and the sound of crickets as my music, I slowly swayed my hips and raised my arms as I began to dance for the king tree. My hands soon began caressing my stomach and hips, sending them to knead my breasts. This caused my sexual energy to grow but I was a long way from another orgasm. I skated my hands down to my thighs, caressing them along with my ass.

I was getting tired from the dancing but so much wanted to continue. I sat on the thick and curvy roots with my back on the trunk to share the pleasures of my flesh with the king tree. As I've done before in masturbating, I teased and pulled my nipple with one hand while my other hand tended to my pussy, first teasing the clit then fuck myself with two fingers.

I tried to be patient waiting to climax again, using three fingers, but my hands got tired and I had to stop. My orgasm on the branch must have taken more out of me than I thought. I laid back on the tree and wrapped my arms around the trunk to embrace the king tree, not minding the tree bark.

I rested my head and closed my eyes to rest for a few minutes before returning to camp.

When I opened my eyes, I discovered the sun had already set behind the mountains as the day, and the daylight, were ending. Wanting to return to my camp before nightfall, I got on my feet and departed from the king tree. I tried to retrace my steps back to the pond, but as it got dark and with the pond nowhere in sight along with any way out of the forest.

I was lost.

Despite that, I remained calm. I was certain I would eventually find my way out of this dense forest of tall trees and hopefully onto more familiar grounds. Soon, the night came, shrouding me in darkness with only a half-moon above the sky I could barely see. The air got chilly before the wind picked up. The cold breeze did perk up my nipples but self-loving or sexual gratification was far from my mind.

After about an hour of wandering, I heard rippling water from a short distance, so I followed it, leading me to a wide and rocky creek. I walked down alongside the bank of the creek, hoping it would lead me to somewhere in the forest I would recognize.

In my search, a small number of mosquitoes have already left their marks on my skin after taking a minuscule amount of my blood from my exposed arms, legs, back, and ass. As annoying as the mosquitoes were, I was more worried about the more dangerous predators of the forest.

As the night air got colder, goosebumps formed all over my naked body. I felt my nipples become harder and tighter than before, giving me a boost of excitement and confidence. I climbed down the rocky bank of the creek and plunged into the streaming waters.

Being up to my waist in the freezing cold waters, my body shivered as I carefully stepped on the pebble-cover streambed to the middle of the creek, cupping my breasts. Soon, my body adjusts to the temperature of the water. It was still cold but it made me feel so alive as my new-found joy pushed aside my fear.

Standing in the middle of the creek with the waters rushing around my waist, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to center myself as my hands gently caressed my goosebump-covered breasts. I softly squeezed them before licking the nipples. My sexual energy was returning, slowly growing from my womb. I continued to lick my nipples then tease them with my fingers.

As my bliss would grow, I could feel the life force of the forest with me. I turned around to face the incoming waters. I widen my feet so my thighs can be properly spread for the waters to course through my sex, allowing the forest to make love to me through the creek.

My tribute to the forest was only to remind me of my bond with nature and give me some assurance in my time of uncertainty. I had no intention of climaxing so soon from my encounter with the Tree King. But the forest felt my sexual energy about to peak and I decided to be generous.

The waters of the creek splashed against the rocks, causing them to shower on me. I started to shiver again, making me feel alive. My hand left my breast and moved to my sex under the cold water. I gently parted my labia, feeling the caressing current on my pearl. I lightly pressed my fingers on it, giving me more pleasure but not sending me over the edge. But I couldn't help myself and started to quickly rub it in circular motions until I climaxed, sharing my orgasmic ecstasy with the forest.

I took a moment to recover before leaving the creek, going to the opposite bank from which I come. I sat on a big smooth rock to rest. I was still shivering, still lost, and still naked. But I was calm and certain to escape my predicament soon enough. I laid back and stared at the stars above me. I rubbed my arms for warmth and ridden my wet and naked body off the shivers. The torrents of the creek began to relax me.

Even though my skin wouldn't dry as it would in the daytime, I spread my legs to air out my thighs. I shivered again but this time with delight when a wisp of cool air teased my sex, still wet but not from the creek but its sex fluids.

I shut my eyes and found myself comfortable enough to sleep away the rest of the night, thinking I'd have better luck finding my camp in the morning.

But a sudden mosquito bite on my thigh prompted me to get up and continue my search. I climbed from the creek, forced to trudge through to an open field of tall grass and scattered tall trees. I stayed near the creek as I journeyed through the dark and unfamiliar part of the wilderness.

As much as I tried to stay positive, I couldn't help but think about my husband and my 5-year-old daughter and how devastated they would be if I couldn't survive the night. I began to panic, running aimlessly, desperately looking for some way out of this dark forest and back into the arms of my family. For what could have been less than an hour, I ran through the trees, not thinking or caring about where I was going, not stopping from the painful rocks and branches I stepped on. Driven by fear, adrenaline, and the hope of making it through the night.

My desperate dash led me to an incline of dirt and rocks. I climbed the steep but scalable incline, pushing myself past the aches of my tired legs and the pains of my bruised and blistered feet, bearing the scraps and scratches on my hands, arms, knees, and breasts.

As I was ascending to higher ground, I felt myself descending into something primal. In my frantic state of mind, being cold, wet, and lost, I lost my rapport with the forest, no longer connected with the spirits or their love. Because of this, my rational mind was gone. I slowly became feral, instinctual, savage. I became this new animal of the forest, an animal woman.

My climb led me to another thicket of trees, darker and wider than before. I stayed on my hands and knees, crawling quietly as I listened around me for any predators lurking in the dark. As an animal woman, I had no fear but I was aware of my limitations. I knew my senses were not as attuned as the rest of the animals and I did not have claws or any other means to defend myself against a wolf or a bear, but I had one advantage.

The dark.

Even though the spirits of the forest were no longer with me, my new friend, the darkness of the forest was providing me with cover. So long as I stay in the shadows, I would be safe to move hidden from my enemies, making the animal woman a stealthy predator.

I got on my feet and tried to have my other senses detect what I could not see through the dark. With my eyes shut, I felt the gentle wind on my naked skin and the cold dirt beneath my feet. I heard no sounds of birds flying by, no squirrels running or jumping, no footsteps of man or beast approaching me, only the rustling of branches and my breathing.

Confident I was safe for the moment, I stalked through the forest, keeping my instincts alert and my senses sharp. I stayed in the darkness as I moved and hid from one tree to another. In what felt like hours, I found a clearing. It was out of my protective darkness but I was certain I was safe to cross it.

After a few steps, I heard a distant and very familiar growling behind me, sending a cold chill down my spine. I looked back to see the eyes of a wolf looking at me from the shadows. Maybe the same wolf I encountered the previous day.

A second later, the wolf charged towards me as his growling got louder. Knowing the animal woman was no match for the blood-thirsty wolf, I ran as fast as I could in the hope of getting away. But that proved futile as I heard the wolf leaping at me. I felt the wolf's hot breath on the back of my neck just before strong paws on my back pushed me hard to the ground.

But to my shock, there was no ground to fall on.

Because of the dark, the wolf and I must have fallen off a cliff or a ravine. I plunged ten to twenty feet before splashing hard into a body of water.

Cold, rough, deep water.