Lost in the Woods
written by Hentai Jones
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Hentai Jones:
LOST IN THE WOODS
Six sweaty wet dreams about our most secret fantasies!
Cover photo by Stephanie Fink
without a copyright attached!
The flat Tire
I had made it all the way up to the ridge and was sweating profusely, but I was expecting an easy and refreshing ride down the other side - I was already gathering speed down the hill and it was extremely bad luck that my front tire blew, that the bicycle was swerving from the track and that I was ending up in the ditch: dirty and defeated! None of my bones were broken, but the front wheel of my bicycle was badly bent and wouldn't turn anymore, and the option of walking all the way back home were daunting: on my bike I felt quite safe in the forest, but on foot I felt rather vulnerable: in my ultra short pants and the tiny strapless tanktop I wasn't very appropriately dressed for a hike through the wilderness, and all the bad radio news about the escaped prisoner were scaring me - wasn't he a rapist and a murderer? And wasn't it enough to dream about him every night: it was completely unnecessary to meet him at bright daylight!
I left the bike in the ditch and began to walk, and suddenly the forest on both sides of the track was looking darker and more forbidding than ever - I made sure to stay on the road. Somebody would eventually come a long and pick me up, a ranger or a woodcutter perhaps, but traffic on that logging track was rare and I better got going! And I was in luck: I heard the car from far away in the haunting silence of the woods - it was one of those small Japanese four-wheel-drives and wasn't looking conspicuous at all. The car was stopping right next to me and the guy behind the wheel was greeting me with a huge smile and said: »What a pleasant surprise to meet such an angel in the middle of nowhere - would you like a lift?« He wasn't that evil looking as the guys from my nightmares, but I was hating mirrored sunglasses: there was no way to tell, if he was looking at my face or staring at my breasts! He said, that his name was Frank, but he could have been Joe or Jack, a saint or a rapist, but I had to take the chance and so I hopped in!
»Nice legs you have there, Sue!«, Frank said to me with a big smile, but this was just the most common opening line of blokes who can't look you in the eyes and probably want to look into your pants instead! Of course I had nice trim legs from riding, but I only needed a lift home and his hand on my knee felt rather disturbing to me, but it was clear, that I had to be polite with him: otherwise he would throw me out again and make me walk home. So I smiled back at him and let him caress my naked thigh for a while, aware that this allowance would only make him more adventurous - men were all the same and their hunger for new discoveries were insatiable - and so was Frank! »You're very sexy, Sue!«, he was admitting at least as he moved his hand into my crotch - that would have been the moment when I should have intervened, but even we girls were all the same: much too submissive and much too easy to conquer, and even my brutal ex-boyfriend, that fucking asshole, had never failed to make me spread my legs for him!
Frank wanted to know where I was living and how old I was, he was extremely interested, If I had a boyfriend and if he was going to marry me - all this was just smart smalltalk to distract me from his fingers fumbling with the brass button of my denim shorts. When I was brushing his hand away he stopped the car immediately and took a pair of shiny handcuffs out of the glove box, and before I was realising the danger he had my hands cuffed to the head rest of my seat - »You're very ungrateful, Sue!«, he said, »running around in the forest half naked and playing the virgin doesn't make much sense to me!« Of course he was right: I was a taunt and a tease and I was only deserving to get into troubles in a skimpy outfit like mine - and now I was definitely in trouble! I wanted to say something clever, but when I told my kidnapper, that I would report him to the police I got only laughter as an answer - Frank was obviously delighted by my fine sense of good humour and said: »In that case I cannot let you go again, Sue!«