Last things first. Penny puckered brow over the question of location in the swampy maze. But it was eyes, rather than brain, which finally latched onto the clue to what direction to take. It was the sight of bread crumbs leading to the edge of the clearing which somewhat unstumped the stump-lodged Penny.
Follow the bread crumbs!
It was the only rule of navigation Penny had ever learned. The rising sun, the setting sun, the stars—all were pointless arrows to Penny. A compass was something used to draw circles with back in high school geometry. Even road maps were to Penny as Finnegan’s Wake to the reading level of a third grade underachiever. But bread crumbs—
They guided Hansel and Gretel, didn’t they? Every child knows they’re the only sure way to get out of the forest. Faced with a choice between logic and fairy tales, opt for fantasy every time—that’s the only true Law of Reality: the practical people never get out of the swamp; visionaries flap their arms and fly to freedom. Penny was no pragmatist; Penny followed the bread crumbs. Eventually they led Penny to a truly sylvan glade deep in the forest. Stepping from the trees, Penny was so struck by the beauty of the scene as to stop short and gasp. The branches of the trees formed a leafy roof over the clearing through which the sun rays slanted down to make a sparkling pattern of the grass and wildflowers. On the far side was a small waterfall descending into a trickling brook which ran alongside the glade. The waters of the brook had polished the rocks damming it so that the light bounced off to form a rainbow of colors arching from the brook to the sky. In the center of the clearing stood a giant tree with a crescent of hillock leading from its base to form a small gully on one side of it.
At first Penny didn’t see the couple behind the crescent in the gully. The view was so dazzling that it was only when they moved that Penny’s attention was attracted to them. Penny gasped a second time and shrank back into the trees so as not to be seen.
The couple, a young man and a young woman, were completely naked!
They stood together holding hands, very quietly, very still, as if they too, like Penny, were drinking in the glory of the scenery spread before them. It was quite a while before they finally stirred. During that time Penny studied them like a sculpture aficionado contemplating a pair of original Rodin statues.
The man was tall and very well-built with a muscular torso that had been tanned to a deep bronze. The sinews stood out impressively on his arms and legs. His chest was matted with curly black hair which glistened in the diffused light. The hair on his head was also curly black and a trifle long. His face was craggy, the features strong, not so much handsome as a combination of sensual and masculine. He looked like a man who knew what it was all about to be a man.
The girl was an excellent match for him. At first glance she looked like some Amazon from a bygone age. She was as tall as the man and built proportionately with extremely large and firmly molded breasts. Her legs were muscular and strong-looking, albeit quite shapely. Her hips were wide and jutted out imposingly from a waist that was so narrow as to look almost pinched between the generous bosom and the hips. Her stomach was quite flat, ending in a sparse triangle of auburn curls. Her tresses likewise were auburn and framed the face of a Valkyrie. Like the man’s face, it was strong and sensual. But its planes were softer, more feminine, and the high cheekbones and full lips bespoke a passionate, womanly nature. Even from a distance, Penny could make out the startlingly deep blue color of her eyes. If the man was all man, she was surely all woman.
The Amazon was the first to move. She sank to her knees, out of sight for a moment behind the crescent of hillock, and then reappeared. The man smiled as she held up a bra and panties.
He bent over as she started to don them. He came up with a pair of jockey shorts, an undershirt and socks. The girl’s giggle trebled over the glade as he tottered on one foot to put on the undergarments.
Penny watched as the girl put on a garter belt and then lay on her back to pull on silk stockings and attach them to it. The man had pulled on pants and was buttoning a shirt. As he tucked it in, the Amazon wriggled into a slip and paused to smooth out her long auburn hair. She put in some hairpins to hold it in place, and then donned a dress and waited for him to finish tying his necktie so that he might help her button it up the back. When he did, she put on shoes while he got into a very stylish-looking sports jacket. She waited while he tied his own shoes.
Penny was also waiting. Watching them, Penny figured to step forth when they were dressed and ask directions. The idea was to avoid embarrassment, but it was thwarted.
As soon as the man finished tying his shoes, as soon as they were both completely dressed, they embraced frantically. They kissed, a long, deep, lingering, feverish kiss. The Amazon’s nails raked the back of his neck and then her fingers tangled in his curly black hair. His hands slid down her back until they clenched over the outline of her beautifully curved buttocks pushing against the skirt of her dress.
Not knowing what else to do, Penny stepped back to the shelter of the trees and continued watching. Events proceeded apace. The kiss over, their lips, by turn, sought other targets. Hers found his ear, then his her neck. He puckered the hollow at the base of her throat and she responded by nibbling his nape. He worked his way down the buttons at the rear of her frock, the buttons he had so recently buttoned, undoing them now, his lips following his fingers to bestow a lingering kiss on each sensitive vertebra. She pushed his tie out of the way, worked her way inside his jacket, unbuttoned the shirt, pushed the undershirt out of the way, her mouth moving over the hair on his chest like wind over a wheatfield—a quick series of flutter-kisses that made his chest swell with gasped-in air. Penny continued to watch . . .
He tugged the dress loose from one of the Amazon’s shoulders now. His hand slid in over the bra and squeezed the cup, his palm caressing the bare breast flesh pushing up from it, his fingers molding the thin material over the nipple and aureole. She gasped audibly and sank to her knees in front of the hillock. This gave him the easy advantage of groping inside the bra until he had freed one breast altogether and he sank down beside her to capture the strawberry-shaped nipple between his lips. Penny watched . . .
They stretched out full-length, still dressed if somewhat disheveled. The Amazon reached around him and her nails dug into the rear of his pants, spurring the rhythmic movements of his body against hers. His face was buried in her bosom; half lost in her bra, pressed deep in the cleft between her lush breasts. Penny’s tongue licked Penny’s lips as Penny watched . . .
One of his hands crept under the Amazon’s skirt. There was a flash of naked, feverishly moving thigh. Then the dress was smoothed out and both hand and thigh were lost to view. Penny saw the material ripple as the hand moved higher, higher . . .
The Amazon pushed him gently away and sat up straight. She leaned over and removed her shoes. Then she knelt over him and unlaced his shoes. She set both pairs of shoes down neatly, side by side, a few feet away from them. Then she proceeded to caress his sock-encased toes. He reciprocated, playing with her nylon-covered toes, manipulating the material to force his fingers deep between them. Feet itching, Penny watched . . .
He worked his way up the shapely Amazonian legs. Now both his hands were lost under the skirt. They reappeared to pull the panties down the length of the compliant limbs. The Amazon was breathing very heavily now, very quickly. Her own hands were squeezing the bra-cups in some uncontrollable animal response. Unconsciously, Penny’s hands picked up the movement, clenching and unclenching . . .