The day begins normal enough for Gregor Malkin. He had slept in late after a long night. Working 12 hours in his uniform and heading straight to the bar afterward had taken a lot out of him. It always did.
When he ventures outside, the day was beautiful, warmer than he expected for a spring day. He lights a cigarette, poisoning the beautiful spring air with his smoke. Delicious death, one puff at a time.
Sounds of giggling and the sounds of spraying water drift through his neighbor’s woods. That doesn't sound like Jean. Gregor inhales deeply of the addictive stuff. Right, Jean sold the place to some young folks. Not often new folks came this far off the beaten path. Not often they stayed. The man stabs his glowing nicotine vessel into the ugly glass ashtray that had yellowed over time. Well, the day is dry for once. Best not waste it.
The last real storm had blown down a Sitka Spruce tree over the driveway. Jean had cleared it, with the chainsaw, but those logs were too big for the fire. Might as well chop 'em and stack 'em on such a nice day. He splits the big logs in half with the axe. Whack! Whack! His mind went blank of all but the physical task at hand.
A quick dig around the shed showed the hatchet was missing. Cursing his 19-year-old son, Gregor located the hatchet, almost covered by decaying maple leaves. Kenny must have just left it after he stacked the firewood last fall. Gregor bends to pick it up from the corner of the wood pile. He straightens to see what appears to be a naked woman in Jean's old backyard. He closes his eyes and looks again. Two bodies walking, not completely naked. Strolling in their underwear in the woods. Like two treehuggers. A man and a woman. They walk further into their property line. He can still hear them though, maddeningly close. He cannot tell what they are saying. The voices dissolve to other sounds.
Gregor looks down the wall of firewood he'd made along the property line. The 6-foot-tall tarp-covered stack, a masterpiece, is now in his way. A couple of yards down, the start of a second row of wood was only about 2 feet tall. Quietly, Gregor climbs up onto the shorter pile. He looks over the blue tarp protecting his wall of wood from the elements, into the next property.
There they are. Two pesky little nymphs going at it like rabbits on the forest floor. He had a window over a wild rhododendron bush, framed by its exploring branches, into the little grove. It's hard to see her from this angle, but he has dark skin. His dark curly hair could not have been more than 6 yards away from Gregor’s elevated view. The rhythm of the two of them moving together was making Gregor's wood press against the pile.
The man pulls out of her revealing her body clearly. She has long blond hair laid out around her like a halo on the green forest floor. The way her arm stays splayed out as she moves makes Gregor think her hand must be gripping something off to the side of them that’s blocked by branches. Gregor pictures her gripping him instead: her hands holding, digging tight into his arms or holding his dick.
Gregor loosens his belt. Her breasts are perky and young. Gregor admires them as the young man caresses them, then lays down where she had been. Gregor reaches into his pants, tugging out the elastic so he can hold his own quivering log. It feels so constrained inside.
It looks like the girl commanded the boy to keep going. The woman climbs on top and Gregor can clearly see her back and beautiful toned legs. Like a fairy or some sort of mythical being in the woods. He watches her legs lower her hips down slowly, controlled, careful. He cannot see the cock that she’s lowering herself onto, but he imagines her slow descent onto him. He tightens his hand around himself imagining her intimate muscles squeeze around him.
Gregor has to slow down his pace with his hand. This is too good. So hot. Why hadn't he ever done this? Oh right, his ex would have hated it. That bitter old woman had nothing on this beautiful, glowing beauty.
She moves on top of the man, shifting her hips around. Her hands reach up to the green branches hanging above. She seems to be reaching for some unseen sinful fruit. Gregor can't help it; his erect penis spews a soft white liquid onto the wood stacked in front of him. He winces at the thought of removing that cum-covered log from in the middle of the pile.
They're still going; fuck yes! Over the wood wall, Gregor can see her body shudder from here. She should scream any moment now. Suddenly, she collapses forward onto the man. There are a few more gentle pulses, but she is done. Gregor tries to think if he has ever seen a woman orgasm quite like that. Most of his porn collection has women moaning so loud it is hard to tell what they are really feeling. Karen had rarely orgasmed under his sweaty body. Afterwards with substantial help, she’d finish, but that was way too much effort. That's probably part of the reason she cheated and left. He tuck his soft and chubby penis back into his underwear and fastens his pants.
The two are still at it. The man has her bent over a log and is ramming into her. Now she's making noise. Little high-pitched squeaks as the man's rippling body is forcing her into the moss covered wood. Treehugger is definitely the term. The man groans with his hand on her back. His last few thrusts are more potent as he empties himself, until he finally withdraws her. The two roll into the empty grove.
