Bray Array: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Eve breathed deeply and unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off. She kept her socks on for the time being and stepped inside the three walled enclosure that stood underneath the oak barrel. She stood, amazed at the creation of this shower and happily sighed. She loved the way the heavy mat of honeysuckle grew entwined into the latticework that covered three sides of the enclosure.

The scent of the honeysuckle was heavenly in this humidity and she stepped on one of the stepping stones that had been placed on the ground, brushing her stockinged feet against the thyme and spearmint that she had planted between them.

She heard a low buzz of honey bees in the honeysuckle but she paid them no mind, they generally didn't bother you unless agitated. Feeling safe enough to take her socks off, she skinned them off and tossed them out of the enclosure.

Looking up again and taking a deep breath, Eve reached up with one hand and pulled the thin, nylon rope that hung from the oak barrel above her and instantly, warm, peppermint water fell over her.

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed, closing her eyes tight and turning her face up to let the water flow softly down over her whole body. She stepped into the thyme and spearmint as she pirouetted inside the enclosure and Eve could feel the cool tingle of the peppermint despite the warmth of the water and her nipples began to become swelled and tight. Pleasant goosebumps grew all over her body as she enjoyed the shower and she brought her hands up to caress her breasts.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as the water permeated the crack in her ass, washing the sweat and other goop that may have deposited themselves there and she brought her hands down from her breasts to her ass. Spreading her strong, slightly plump cheeks, she allowed the water to flow freely between them and she felt a trickle of warm tingly water flow around her pussy. “Ohhh,” she groaned, spreading her cheeks wider.

She bent over slightly, arching her back and she gave the water a clear path to her soft folds. The comforting warmth and the refreshing tingle of the water found her clit and relentlessly flowed around it as she gasped in pleasure.

Her pussy became engorged and her clit throbbed as she felt the water flow around her and as her back arched more insistently, she spread her legs farther apart and moved her hand between her legs. She spread her pussy and using her middle finger, she slowly penetrated herself. Knowing where her “spot” was, she instantly found it and began to rhythmically tap and caress it.

She could feel the small bulge become bigger as she moved her hips in concert with her finger. She moaned as her finger continued to swipe at the spot and a familiar shiver began in the deepest recesses of her pussy. She felt the water and her palm grinding against her swollen clit and her breathing became heavy. She knew it wouldn't be long now and focused on her wet, warm, tingly pussy.

Suddenly, the water ran out and Eve stopped, mid orgasm. “Dammit!” she swore, taking her hand away from her pussy and straightening up. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!” she stomped her foot, sending the scent of thyme into the air. Sighing, Eve stalked into the house.

Inside, she slipped on a pair of clean jeans, a blue tank top and hiking boots. Spraying herself with insect repellent, she whistled for her two German Shepherds.

“Cohen! Sonja!” she called, grabbing two tennis balls out of the basket sitting on top of the refrigerator. “C'mon, let's go!”

The two tri-colored dogs came racing towards her as she stepped out the door and Eve quickly tossed both balls into the woods that grew alongside her property. Immediately they ran into the woods, jogging and sniffing. Cohen the oldest, found his first and Sonja ran to take it from him.

They both came running back to her and Cohen dropped the ball at her feet. She picked up the ball and hid it behind her back. She looked at the two expectant faces of her dogs, spread her free hand open and said, “I've got nothing!” Instantly, the two ran back into the woods to search for the other ball.

Eve followed them into the woods, taking the well worn path that meandered around the fairly large patch of forest. In here lived a small herd of white tailed deer that was seen quite a lot in the early fall eating the apples that had fallen to the ground.

Now though, they were hardly seen at all, except for the random car slowing down by her house, she wouldn't have known they were still there. She walked slowly along the path, taking the time to throw the tennis balls to her dogs when they brought them back to her and just enjoyed her walk.

She walked for what seemed like an hour and realized her dogs hadn't come back for some time. Suddenly, out of the brush walked a man with a pair of binoculars hanging from his neck. Eve and the man saw each other at the same time and she recognized him as the slow adult that lived across and down the road.

“Hi Manny,” she called to him, waving her hand.

Manny stood gawking and Eve got an eerie feeling. She spied the binoculars hanging off his neck and asked, “Whatcha looking for, Manny?”

Manny said nothing, he just stood and stared at Eve, his mouth working with a small string of drool exiting his mouth.

Eve watched Manny, she couldn't understand why he wasn't waving hello and walked away, he had always done that any other time she had seen him. She became alarmed when the large man began to walk towards her, his hand stroking his crotch.

“What are you doing Manny?” she asked, menacingly. “What are you doing?”, she asked again as he lumbered closer. She stepped back and tripped backwards over a small, dead log.

Manny was on her in seconds, his face inches from hers. She felt him fumble with her breasts as she tried to slip out from underneath him, shocked that she could feel his exposed member pressing against her thighs. He was breathing hard at her, tiny spittles of saliva hitting her in the eye and grazing her cheek. Repulsed, she cried out, trying to claw and dig her way out from under his soft, large body.

One more claw, one more dig and she was almost out. Just then, he reared his wide torso and with pudgy, pasty hands lunged for her jeans. They tore as she scrambled to get up, and Manny upgraded his efforts to get to her as the torn cloth revealed white skin covered with a dark mat of pubic hair.

Out of nowhere came a silent frenzy of fur, claws and jaws. Manny began to scream a long, whining scream, his arms held by Cohen and Sonja and as Eve scrambled out of his reach, he kicked his legs furiously, trying to reach the German Shepherds that had hold of his meaty wrists.

“Dammit, Manny,” she said, wiping herself off. “Get a grip, will ya?” She spied the binoculars that had been ripped off his neck in the struggle and it dawned on her why this had happened. He had been watching her, enjoying the sight of her pleasing herself in her outside shower.

She glared at the two animals holding Manny's wrists and asked scoldingly,”And where the hell were you two?” The dogs, guilty, got a better grip on the man's wrists and pulled a little more. “Easy,” she said to them, “Be careful.” They had Manny face first on the ground, his arms pulled out to the sides to their fullest extent. Each had a soft wrist in their mouth, keeping the arms pulled tight but not breaking the man's skin.

Soon, Manny calmed down, realizing he wasn't hurt, and Eve commanded the two enormous German Shepherds to let him up. They sat on their haunches watching him, their tongues dripping.

“We've been through this Manny,” she said angrily, her hands on her hips. “How many times do my dogs have to school you before you understand?”

“I don't know!” Manny cried, wiping the tears from his eyes with pudgy fists. “I… I'm soooorrrry!” he sobbed.