By the water’s Edge
I have thought a lot about you since that day I followed you to the cottage. I played back every moment in my mind so that I wouldn’t forget even one detail of that day. This is what I was doing at the edge of the lake that day.
It was in the heat of the day, and I was panting as the sun beat down on my coat. I found a grassy spot at the edge of a remote lake where I could find respite in the shade of an ancient oak tree. This is a spot that I could let my guard down since it was off of the beaten path. I was just about to rest my eyes for a short nap, when you appeared out of nowhere.
I could see that you were as hot as me in the baking sun, being in that cape and all. You strolled down to the water’s edge only feet away from me. How is it possible you don’t see me? I remembered my training and I laid as still as I could in the shade to not startle you. I thought about pretending to sleep, but my eyes betrayed me by staying open. But I couldn’t blame them. I badly wanted to see what you would do.
I remember vividly how you removed your red cape and laid it over a branch of that stiff oak tree and set down your wicker basket. Then gracefully, you lowered your seductive frame down to sit at the lakes edge just an arms reach from me. You removed your boots to dangle your toes in the cool water below. I witnessed you gasp for breathe slightly as you felt the cold water. You leaned back resting your weight on your arms while gently kicking the water into the air with your toes. I watched as a drop of that water fell upon the nape of your neck and trailed down your chest. I swear it was turning to steam as it traveled through your exposed cleavage. I could feel the heat rising in me and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. How is it that I could be so jealous of a droplet of water. If I could only trade it places.
In that moment, you looked in my direction, and I saw a gleam in your eye. They glowed a softness, yet sparkled with mystery at the same time. Your eyes seemed to be inviting me, but what was the invitation for? You showed no sign of fear sitting so close to such a wild animal as me. I lifted my head slightly as our eyes met and you greeted me with a gentle smile. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as my blood screamed for you to reach out and pet me, but your attention was fleeting as you went back to enjoying the cool of the lake.
The moments passed by as we both took in the natural beauty around us. You took in the scene of the lake, and I took in you. I still remember how sweet you smelled on the gentle breeze. the scent of vanilla and spice permeated the air as I closed my eyes to study your fragrance. I could picture you slaving away, baking cookies and sweets for a special someone. Maybe that is what is in the basket you carry around.
My mind, swirling around with the ideas of what was in your basket, was suddenly interrupted as you stirred from your place. You stood up in shallow water and moved just a bit deeper. I sat up to attention to witness what you would do next. I remember that you looked all around as if to make sure we were all alone and when you were convinced of it, you turned to face the shoreline as your fingers began to work at the buttons of of your corset. slowly and masterfully, your fingers popped them free one at a time. The corset began to spread as it gave way, releasing you from its tight grasp. I felt my tongue give way into a pant as the last button was released and you tossed the corset upon the shoreline.
I wondered if you could feel my stare as my eyes were fixated upon you in that moment. You took in a deep breath, filling your lungs, as you were released from the grasp of the corset. Your hands caressing over your waste to smooth out the blouse that was underneath. How badly I wished those were my paws working over your curves.
The intensity of the moment continued to grow as your fingers were not finished. They pawed your blouse, slowly exposing your milky skin that was beneath. Your hands worked their way down from your bust to your naval exposing yourself to the gentle breeze and exposing yourself to me. I become dizzy in the moment from holding my breath in anticipation of watching your breasts come to light. I feel myself growing with anticipation and growing down below. You bring an arm up just in time to catch your breasts as your shirt falls from your shoulders and you cradle those perfect mounds keeping them from me and tossing your shirt aside. My desires are screaming for you drop them as I am dying to take in the sight of your breasts, but you turn away from me instead. I can barely take the sensations that are pulsing through me and it takes all of my will to not join you in the lake. But I know that if I make the wrong move, this moment would end too soon.
You stand with your back to me and I take in the contrast of your pale skin as you stand there in just your skirt. You look smooth to the touch and I, for an instant, can imagine what it would feel like to dig my claws into your back in the heat of a passionate moment. I fight back my desires but a groan escapes from deep within giving away my thoughts to you. You look over your shoulder at me acknowledging that you heard my plight, and in response you bite your lip and turn back away. Your arm releases its grasp upon your chest and you let them fall just outside of my view as you reach up to undo your braids one at a time. Your hair falls down upon your shoulders, crimped from the braids they were just in. Just under its touch is a tattoo on your back. The tattoo provides a seductive contrast from the hair that fell upon your shoulder to the soft pale skin. It is vibrant with purples and grays that come together to make a portrait of a wolf howling at the moon and I know for sure now that we are meant to be.
Now that you have let your hair down, your attention turns to the zipper at the back of your skirt which gives no fight as you pull it down and nearly drop it in the lake. Lifting up one leg at a time you step out of it and it finds itself in the pile with the remainder of your clothes.
You stand tall in all of your naked glory. Your perfect ass exposed to me. My heart howls at the moon in front of me and I find myself heading closer to the water but I catch myself before I can go to far. My tongue is hanging out. I pant to catch my breathe that you have stolen from me in the moment of your profound bravery, stripping naked in front of me. What kind of girl walks these woods with no panties on? What are you going to do now that you are standing naked in the lake? How can I get close enough to get my paws on you? My mind is a wash with questions that seem to find no answer.
The heat is unbearable as the sun beats down on me, and my eyes raise my internal temperature from the sight they behold. I can only imagine how the sun feels upon your pale skin, daring to burn you at any moment. But you don’t seem fazed at all, yet you bask in it, raising your arms up over your head to run your hands through your hair, you protrude your pale mounds to the sun as if you are enticing it’s rays to touch every inch of your exposed body. You pulled your hair into a pony tail moments before your arms reached even higher, hands together, plunging your warmed body into the depths of the lake. I sit up on my hind legs to see where you will resurface but time has stopped and For a moment I fear for your safety. I approach the edge of the lake ready to dive in to save you, but I’m halted when your body breaks through the surface of the water.
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