Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

But she would also make much more noise and attract a great deal more attention. On the other hand, if she was slower and more cautious, she would be in the woods much longer, but would make less noise and attract less attention.

As she debated with herself, she strained her ears for any noise that might indicate someone else was in the woods near her. There was a reassuring silence.

Finally, Judy decided that it was too far to run all the way home. Her heart pounding with excitement, she stepped out from behind the tree and moved along the path. As she walked along, she tried to figure out how the Indians moved so quietly through the woods. It seemed as if every one of her steps could be heard for miles in the green stillness. As hard as she tried, every step seemed either to crash into heaps of dry leaves or break a stick with a brittle, ringing crack.

The woods seemed alive, thrumming with vitality. The leaves seemed to reach out to touch her nakedness, brushing over her nipples, cutting against her thighs.

Judy felt incredibly alive as she walked cautiously along, her ears straining for any foreign sound. She felt as if her nerve ends reached out through the woods in an invisible network, seeking any threatening presence. Beside her, the stream gurgled and bubbled along in its bed, the water sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. Judy had no way of knowing exactly what time it was, but was sure it was still early afternoon. All of her incredible adventures had taken an amazingly short time.

A distant crashing coming toward Judy made her look around for a hiding place.

Slipping off the path, she took cover in a thick patch of underbrush and held her breath as the noise came closer. Through the underbrush, Judy could see two people strolling hand in hand along the path. She didn't recognize either of them.

She was about to give a sigh of relief when the two people, a man and a woman, stopped on the path right next to her hiding place. Judy held her breath as the couple paused inches from her. They turned to face each other, their bodies coming together in an embrace. From where she was, Judy could see only from their knees to their waists. The man wore casual slacks, while the woman was wearing a short, colorful skirt. For a moment there was a gap between the woman and the man; then her thighs opened slightly and captured one of his between them. The woman's pelvis worked against the man's. It was the same way Judy had worked her crotch against the limb of the tree earlier. The man dropped a hand to the woman's leg, pulling her skirt up and grasping the bare flesh high on the outside of her thigh.

In front of Judy's fascinated gaze, the woman turned, releasing the man's thigh. In response, he moved his hand to the inside of her thigh, then upward.

Judy was shocked to see that the woman wore no underpants. The man's hand slid smoothly up to the woman's bare crotch, pressing the dark-brown mass of pubic hair, one finger sliding out of sight upward.

"Oh, Charlie," the woman moaned, her pelvis shifting restlessly.

Judy was thinking that the couple was going to do it right there, in the middle of the path, when the woman pulled away. The man's finger slid into view, glistening with juices. Then the couple moved off. As they walked away, Judy saw the woman licking the juices off the man's finger, her eyes flashing mischievously in the dappled sunlight.

As she resumed her journey homeward, Judy let one corner of her mind dwell on what she had just seen. Thinking back over her experiences of the day, Judy felt a twitch of longing deep in her belly. In spite of all the assaults on her senses, Judy was still a virgin. And although she had felt that delicious, melting feeling buffing through her more times than she could count right off hand, she still felt a need for something in her hungry channel.

As she thought about it, Judy felt her nipples harden, becoming tight little knots on her chest. As she continued to pick her way homeward as quietly and cautiously as possible, she again became aware of her total nudity, and felt flickers of excitement stirring deep inside her. Her experiences had awakened all the latent sexuality in her twelve-year-old body. Judy felt every tiny current of air that caressed her bare skin, felt the patches of sunlight that moved over her flesh. The skin of her inner thighs brushed sensuously together, feeling silky and soft. Every touch of a branch, twig or leaf sent tremors of pleasure rippling through Judy, triggering little waves of goose bumps. Judy had never believed that a walk in the woods could be so exciting.

The stream gurgled happily, enticingly, beside the path. Judy found herself wanting to tempt fate, to dare someone to find her naked in the woods. Her insides fluttering with excitement, Judy knelt by the side of the stream and plunged her hands into the crystal-clear water. It felt like ice. She raised her arms, letting chill drops trickle down her bare arms and over her naked chest. Reaching into the water again, she cupped her hands and brought them up full of water and let it splash over her breasts. The icy shock made her gasp.

Inside she was afire with desire, but slowly, tormentingly, the desire faded.

Feeling a painful sense of loss, she stood and resumed her lonely walk homeward.

She was about to round a curve in the path when a sound alerted her to someone approaching. Desperately she looked for a hiding place. A pool in the stream caught Judy's eye and without a second thought she plunged in. The icy water made her gasp for breath, then she ducked under as someone came around the curve. She stayed under as long as she could, but finally, her lungs bursting, she had to surface and gulp for air.

"Well, well, what have we here?" a man asked, standing by the side of the pool.

"It looks like a bathing beauty."

"Hi," Judy said, carefully keeping the water at neck level. The pool wasn't very deep, forcing her to lie down on her belly.

"That looks too good to pass up," the man observed, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"The water's terribly cold," Judy said, trying desperately to discourage the man.

The man was already down to his underpants and stuck a toe in the water cautiously. "Not all that cold," he answered, stripping away his underpants and stepping into the water.

Judy gasped at the sight of the man's organ, stiffening slowly as he walked toward her. The water came barely to his knees. Judy was astonished at the rapid expansion of the man's big organ and backed away.

"Keep away from me," she cautioned him.

"I won't hurt you," the man assured her, not pausing in his steady pursuit of her.

"Let me alone," Judy warned him, searching for some escape.

"Don't worry, you'll like it, once you get used to it. It's like a cold swim, believe me."

"I'll scream," Judy warned him, twisting aside to avoid his reaching hands. He was waist deep in the pool now, his organ hidden by the water. Judy managed to keep her breasts under the surface of the water as she dodged him.

"There's no one to hear you," the man answered, following her. "And besides, if you go swimming in the nude, what do you expect to happen to you, anyway?"

"It's not like it looks, believe me," Judy said, trying to stay out of the man's reach. He was relentlessly backing her toward the bank, and the water became shallower and shallower, making it harder and harder for her to keep her body under the water. Finally, when there was no place else to go, Judy surged to her feet and began to run. The man's hand closed around her ankle and Judy went down on her face in the stream with a splash. She fought his relentless pull, kicking frantically against the bottom.

"I like a fighter," the man observed, battling to get control of Judy's other leg.

"Lemme go," Judy yelled, flailing out at him. Her foot collided solidly with something under the water and the man let out a wail of pain, releasing Judy abruptly. Without a backward glance, Judy erupted out of the water. Behind her the man was doubled up in agony, clutching himself. His clothes caught Judy's eye and she gathered them up, and without pausing, dashed off along the path, leaving the man calling out desperately behind her.