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Archive-author: Jessie
Archive-title: High Meadows
Jessie leisurely stretched her body in the down bag. The
pines around her tent exuded a clean scent, a scent of such
incredible clarity that it compelled Jessie to draw it into her
lungs, in deeply exhilarating breaths.
The morning sun streamed in through the window of the tent
and played glorious rays amongst her hair, loosened golden about
the pillow. Sleep-tousled and dreamy-eyed, she stepped from the
bag and stood up to survey her surroundings.
Her soul savored towering trees, golden sunlight and snow
covered peaks stretching as far as the eye could see. These
mountains were her refuge when life began to close in. She came
here to feel reborn, a part of the great conspiracy of life to
extend itself in joy. Drinking in the feelings of joy, she
realized that to fully appreciate the measure of splendor this
scene commanded, she wanted her morning mug of coffee.
Jessie stretched and stepped out of the tent to get the
thermos she filled the night before. Standing in the filtering
light from the trees, the light caught her hair, a mass of long,
honey hued, soft tresses; hair so beautiful, the gods themselves
might have spun it out of gold. Jessie poured herself a steaming
cup of the dark brew, then mellowed it, perfectly blending milk
and sugar. She sipped at the edges of the mug and warmed her
hands.
Nothing could intrude on the peace in her soul and the
exhilaration she felt in just being alive. Jessie sat down at
the table to let the joy of BEING, sink in.
Jessie’s beauty matched the splendor of her surroundings and
the glory of her feelings. For all of her lithe, tall frame,
there was not an ounce of awkwardness. Jessie carried herself
with the assurance of a god, head high, shoulders straight, a
flowing quality to her movements, she synchronized with the
rhythms of the universe itself. Some women might have looked
less than wonderful in the men’s pajama tops that she wore.
Jessie looked fetching. She looked spectacular. Even the trees
of forest accepted her as an equal. Jessie accepted her beauty
as part of the natural order of things, part of the heritage of
all mankind. She sat at the camp table, radiantly alive and
stretched across the seat with the grace and spirit of a wild
animal. Jessie crossed her legs slowly and cradled the coffee
cup in her hands. Her legs began beneath the pajama top, long
and lean and infinitely pleasurable to behold. Her thighs were
sculpted out of fine creamy marble.
The morning beckoned, a panorama of perfection before her.
She surveyed the world. It was her special domain and playground
for the wild, free, joyous quality of her nature. She sighed
pleasurably and looked around the camping area. Sometime in the
night the camping spot next to hers had acquired a tent, a four
by four truck and assorted gear. The rest of the campground was
usually abandoned this late into fall and the only thing that
spoke of life besides the gentle sound of her breathing, was the
scamper of ground squirrels looking for food under the table.
She wondered who the other inhabitant was that could come here so
late, long after summer fled, and during the week when most other
denizens of the world sat at their desks and only dreamed of open
air.
The ultimate appearance of the other camper soon settled her
quizzical musings, and the tall frame of a man stood outlined in
the door of the other tent.
He was about 6′1″, his hair graying on the sides where it
touched his face. It was a mature, satisfying face and he looked
to be in his late 40’s or early 50’s. This face had an air about
it that demanded respect. He looked as though he could handle
anything that life threw him and still be strong, fair, confident
and in control.
The man smiled at Jessie and her body registered the inde-
finable pull of desire.
Jessie flashed a warm smile in his direction. She left no
doubt that it was intended to telegraph her interest to the
recipient. She sipped her coffee and savored the sensual quality
of this male. His sensuality mixed itself with the scent of the
…End of the part1. To be continued..