Naturist, Red in Tooth & Claw

by Stuart Pitsligo

  “You're so sweet” she said, a warm smile coming over her face, “but you don't need to be, not any more.”

  Heather shifted her body slightly further over his until she was lying across his chest, her head resting on her hands on top of it. As both her breasts pressed against him he felt himself becoming aroused and the panic began to rise within him.

  “I want you to look at me” she said to John, “at all of me.”

  John lay there, unsure what to say, desperately trying to think of something.

  “Don't you want to look at me?” said Heather.

  “Yes” he answered, thankful for being asked a yes or no question. “I've wanted to since we met. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met.”

  “I want you” she said. “I've never met anyone quite like you, and I want you.”

  John tried to find the courage to say that he felt the same, but when Heather began to drape a leg over him, she knocked it against his erection and he suddenly felt awful, like a terrible secret had been discovered.

  “Oh, sorry, I'm sorry” he blurted out, feeling like he'd ruined everything.

  Heather placed a finger on his lips to silence him and moved her leg further over him.

  “Don't be sorry” she said as she climbed on top to kneel astride him. “I was hoping you might get one of these” she finished, giggling.

  John lay there beneath her, a huge smile of realisation breaking across his face as she shuffled slightly on him.

  “Do you want me John?” she asked as she took his hands and cupped them gently against her breasts.

  “I've wanted you since the moment I saw you” said John, barely holding back tears of utter joy.

  “Then have me” she said, “I'm all yours.”

  John managed no more than a whimper of delight.

  “Is that nice?” she said as she continued to cup his hands against her breasts. John didn't answer, but when she felt his erection grow as she did it she giggled and did it just that little bit harder.

  “Mmmm...it is nice, isn't it” she replied seductively, “I can feel how much you like it.”

  “Heather” said John, “I need to tell you something”

  “What is it sweetie?” she said as she lay down on him and gently draped her breasts across his chest.

  “Its been a while” he replied, shivering with delight at her touch, “I might not be good.”

  “Don't worry” she said, sitting up and drawing her hands across him, “just enjoy it. No worries, no pressure to perform, okay?”

  “Okay”

  “Are you ready?” she said.

  John didn't reply, instead he just continued to cup her breasts in his hands and moaned with pleasure.

  Taking that as a yes, Heather reached behind her and taking his penis in her hand, she slowly and gently lowered herself onto him. Her whole body tingled with delight as he entered her, a feeling she'd never known in her life before. The thought that maybe this was the first hint of love for this man excited her and she began to tremble just thinking it.

  John could barely contain himself when she lowered herself onto him. It took every ounce of self control to hold back, but he knew it wouldn't last long. Everything about this woman drove him crazy with desire, even just seeing her hair bounce slightly as she gently rocked back and forth on top of him almost made him lose control. He knew he could only last seconds.

  Heather could feel this within her. She knew the first time was going to be quick, and she expected nothing from it herself, intending only to bring pleasure to him. But feeling him within her made her feel complete in a way she never had before, and she knew that satisfying him could bring her pleasure as well.

  “Don't hold it back John” she said, “don't hold it back from me.” She leaned forward to kiss him, but the moment her breasts brushed his chest he lost all control and he came, his screams of pleasure and the spasms of his body under her bringing a wonderful feeling of fulfilment to Heather.

  As John lay shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm, she lay flat against him, their bodies touching each other from head to toe. By any other standards that would have been some of the worst sex of her life, but in a new and exciting way it had felt better with John than it ever had with any other man.

  For the first time in many years, she was falling in love.

  Chapter 10

  After three hours of love making in the afternoon sun, Heather and John lay in each other's arms on the mountain summit, both as happy as either of them had ever been in their lives. The pleasure of the hours of exploring each other had left them exhausted, their bodies drained by the heady heights of pleasure they had taken each other to.

  “You're a wild animal” said John to Heather as she lay with her body over his chest, “a wonderful, beautiful wild animal.”

  “And you're a quick learner” she replied as her eyes gazed into his adoringly, “so tender, so sweet.”

  “I just want to know you're happy” he replied as he gently stroked her hair.

  “Mmmmmmm......then its time to make me happy again” she said as a smile came across her face.

  She began moving her hand down his chest, gently stroking his skin as her hand moved lower.

  “Again?” he said in mock astonishment, “I'm not ready again yet.”

  “That's what you said last time” she giggled, “but about ten seconds with my lips soon changed that, didn't it?”

  John laughed, lying back and accepting his fate. He felt the soothing touch of her hand move down, followed by her soft kisses, trailing a few inches behind it. He tensed in anticipation of the wonderful feeling of her mouth around him, waiting as he teased her with her kisses. He felt her lift her head and braced himself for the pleasure to come.

  Seconds passed but nothing happened. Instinctively realising something was wrong by the tenseness he could feel in Heather's body, John lifted his head to see what was going on.

  Heather's head was up, her focus fixed on something that appeared to be behind them. Turning his head he saw what it was that had gotten Heather's attention, and he jumped up onto his knees, turning round to face it.

  Standing on the edge of the water there stood what appeared to be a naked man. He was incredibly thin, with long, straggly hair and had sores all over his skin. His eyes seemed pale and empty, like a wild animal and his whole body was covered in dirt, as if he'd been living in the wilds for years.

  “Are you okay?” said Heather to the man as she stood up.

  The man didn't answer. He didn't even respond or acknowledge her in any way.

  “We won't hurt you” she continued, as she took a few hesitant steps towards him, holding her hands in front of her with her palms facing out.

  Again the man didn't answer, but he did respond, if only slightly. His eyes began to follow Heather as she walked closer to him, slowly, almost imperceptibly, and it unnerved John. He stood up and quickly walked to Heather's side as she continued to approach the man, convinced he was hurt or ill in some way.

  But as John arrived beside her the man began to hunch slightly and turn away from John, as if the man was conceding dominance to him.

  “Can we help you?” said Heather, taking another step.

  This time the man reacted, hissing at them and jumping back, landing on all fours. Heather and John, suddenly startled, just stood there in disbelief as the man reverted to an animal like state, crouching and snarling.

  Immediately worried for Heather's safety, John stepped between them, an act that made the man-creature become more submissive as it backed off a little more. Heather, aware of the danger, but still concerned for his safety, continued to gesture to the man, but from the safety of behind John's protection.

  “Its okay” she continued to say, but to no avail. With a last hiss the creature turned and fled, running down the hillside away from them at high speed. Within moments he was out of sight, seemingly gone.

  “Okay, that was a bit freaky” said John, astonished by
what happened.

  “It was a bit, wasn't it?” said Heather. “But thanks for protecting me” she said, hugging him tightly from behind.

  “You ever seen anything like that before out here?” John asked.

  “Never” she replied, “nothing like it, not ever.”

  “Do you think he's okay?” John asked her.

  “I don't know” she replied, “but I want to go.”

  “He scared you, didn't he?” said John.

  “Yes,” she replied, feeling shameful.

  “Its okay” he replied, “I'd never let anyone hurt you.”

  “I know” she replied, hugging him just that little bit tighter. “But I want to go home now”

  “Okay” he said, turning to hug her back, “let's go.”

  Heather sat beside John as he pulled his boots and socks on. He knew his feet would never cope with a barefoot descent, but he still felt bad as he pulled them on, as if he'd somehow cut himself off from nature in some way.

  “These don't feel nice” he said as he did up the first boot.

  “Give it time” replied Heather, “you'll get used to going barefoot soon enough.”

  John turned to her when she said this, placing a hand on her thigh and looking her in the eyes.

  “We only planned to be here for a few days, maybe a week.” he said. “Do you want me to stay longer?”

  “I don't want you to go” she said, putting her arm around him and lowering her head to his chest. “It can be a bit lonely out here by myself. Now I've finally met a man who understands me.”

  “Please tell me you'll stay even just a bit longer” she said, looking up at him with big, sad eyes.

  “I'll stay as long as I can” he replied. Heather's face broke into a smile as he said this, holding him tighter.

  “But I'll have to go back soon” he reluctantly added. “I have a house, a job, I can't just stay for good.”

  “I understand” she replied sadly. “I know we've only just met...”

  Heather's words tailed off, her voice sad and empty, as if a great happiness had been taken from it.

  “But I'm coming back” he continued.

  “Really?” she replied, a smile returning to her face. “How soon?”

  “As soon as I can” he said, “I'm coming back and if you want, I'll find a way to stay.”

  John jumped to his feet, holding his arms wide.

  “I mean, look at this place” he said, “it's amazing! It's paradise! Why would I not want to stay?”

  “And then there's you.” he said, kneeling down in front of her. “How could I leave you?”

  “Do you mean that?” Heather asked, excitedly, “Will you really come back? Will you really stay?”

  “I've never know anyone like you” he said, holding her hand and kissing it. “I'll stay. I promise.”

  Heather, utterly delighted at his words, just hugged him tightly. John felt a slight dampness from her tears of happiness as she crushed her body against his.

  “I've been so lonely for so long” she said, “even just a little time together...”

  “There'll be a long time together” he replied, “as long as you want me.”

  Their hug became an ever tighter embrace as they talked, their bodies held tighter and tighter to each other, neither wanting to give up the other. Their happiness was delightful and intoxicating, leaving them oblivious to everything but each other.

  Huddled at the bottom of the hill, the creature's instincts were confused. It felt an urge to return to the summit, but it didn't really know why. There was a faint hint of food in the air, but not enough for it to strike.

  But there was something else. The one with the red hair had awoken another instinct in it, one that was taking over what mind he had left.

  The other one had seen it off, but the memory of that challenge faded, and the creature felt itself being drawn back.

  Slowly, it started up the hill. It knew that it'd soon be dark, and time to rest, but it knew it had just enough time to go back and try again.

  “How are you feeling?” asked Heather as she walked hand in hand with John down the ridge.

  “Happy” he replied, knowing there was nothing more to add.

  “Me too” she said, kissing his hand.

  “You know, we're going to make the others pretty sick” laughed John, “being all lovey-dovey like this.”

  “I don't care” said Heather, laughing with him, “I'm happy and they're going to damn well know about it!”

  “Its starting to get dark though”, John said, “are we going to have enough time to get back okay?”

  “Yes, no problem” she replied, “this way down is easier. Just a big long ridge all the way back to the cottage. You can see the cottage from here”

  She stopped and pointed to her house, a little dot in the distance. As she did, she heard the sound of a twig cracking from over the ridge. Heather instinctively knew what it was.

  “He's back” she whispered into John's ear. “Behind the ridge. Stay absolutely still.”

  John did as he was told as Heather slowly slipped her hand into the side of his rucksack, pulling out a long knife in a leather scabbard. As she did, she caught a glimpse of the man moving sluggishly towards them.

  The creature was confused. The one with the red hair was there, but it could smell a faint whiff of food, although it couldn't see it. It stumbled towards the other two, its focus again on the one with the red hair. It needed to reach her, it didn't know why, but its urge was uncontrollable, and it was already acting on it.

  “Oh, for fucks sake” shouted Heather as she turned to look at the man, “he's got an erection.”

  “Oh god, he's playing with himself as well” said an incredulous John as the man continued to stumble towards them.

  John moved towards the man, again placing himself between the man and Heather, but the man seemed more determined this time. He continued to hobble forward, inching ever closer to John, who stood ready to protect Heather, no matter what.

  Heather remained behind John, holding the knife, ready to defend herself. She had full confidence in John's ability to protect her, but she was taking no chances.

  “Hold still, I'll slide your rucksack off” she said, realising John needed to be more mobile than he was.

  John did as she said and instantly it was off him. He felt free and ready for anything as he faced off against the man as Heather turned her back to put the rucksack down.

  The moment the red haired one turned and bent over, its urges overcame it, and it lunged forward. Its focus was so concentrated on her, it barely registered the other one, and never saw it coming at him.

  John's punch was hard and on target. The man stumbled back, his nose shattered by the blow. Instantly the man turned to face John, hissing at him with his hands up in a defensive posture.

  But John was too quick. He laid another punch on the man and watched as he doubled up, reeling from the pain. A third punch sent the man stumbling, and he fell hard onto the rock, the sound of snapping bone as his arm was crushed under him giving John a sickly yet satisfying feeling in the pit of his stomach.

  Pain seared through the creature. Its face and arm burned in agony from its wounds and all interest in the red haired one was wiped from it, fleeing was all it could think of.

  It stumbled away from the other two, falling over the rocks in its panic, tearing tendons as it fell, injuring itself even more. Now it barely walked, dragging its bad leg behind it, slowly trying to get away as quickly as possible.

  It stumbled down the hillside before beginning to roll down it, losing hundreds of feet of height in before it came to a stop. Still in panic, it kept moving, as fast as it could, to get away from this fearsome thing it had found.

  Heather and John ran to the edge as the man fell down the hillside, not expecting him to survive. They watched in astonishment as he got up and continued moving, as fast as he could, as far away from them as possible. Together they breathed a si
gh of relief that he was no longer a threat, but also that they hadn't killed him.

  “My hero” said Heather, laughing slightly with nervous relief.

  “Who the hell was that?” John asked her. “Do you know him?”

  “No idea”, she replied, “but there are a few strange people out here, farmers who have lived alone for years, that kind of thing”