She had to get out of the house

Rain

She had to get out of the house. If she didn’t she would go nuts. The walls were closing in on her. She picked up the keys to the Toyota Land Cruiser and fled out the back door.

Jenna shoved the keys in the ignition and gunned the engine. A blue plume of diesel smoke spewed out the back of the ‘cruiser as she reversed up the driveway and onto the road. Crunching the gears, she set off down the hill and across the valley floor heading for the place she liked best.

Jenna was desperate for some solitude. In less than 8 minutes, she was up over the other side of the valley and into the State Forest. She turned off the main road and down the potholed red dirt track. The recent winter rains had deepened the pots and the ‘cruiser splashed through them easily, throwing dirty red water up over the bonnet of the car and onto the windscreen. The heavy drizzle helped to wash the glass clean as she headed down the track.

The track eventually opened out into a small parking area. It was hardly ever used now, particularly in winter, but Jenna came here a lot. There were no houses for at least 4 km so she knew that it would be unlikely that she would be disturbed.

She was on top of the circle of hills that surrounded the valley. This particular hill was where the old airstrip was located. She couldn’t see it from the car but she knew it was just a 3 minute walk away. It was cut out of the forest on the upward slope of the largest hill. It hadn’t been used for at least 30 years, if not longer, and the forest was slowly reclaiming its own. There were now grass trees growing in the middle of the strip and the odd gum tree had sprouted. In another ten years, it would be hard to tell that anything had been here at all.

Jenna eased the car to a stop and stilled the engine. The heavy drizzle could be heard tapping on the roof of the ‘cruiser in a slow hypnotic beat. She closed her eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. The shoebox of her life was crushing her.

She thought of Andrew and smiled. What would he say about her feeling sorry for herself? She laughed for the first time in days. He would most certainly have berated her for being so intensely occupied with being miserable. Life is for the living, he always said. And damn it, he was right.

Jenna quickly looked around her. There was no one obviously in sight so she knew it was time. She shrugged out of her jacket and t-shirt. Her jeans followed quickly as did her shoes and socks. It was surprisingly difficult to shed your clothing in the confined space of a motor vehicle. Looking at the falling drizzle, she smiled at the irony of having worn warm dry clothes to come out in, when she knew what she was about to do.

She took a deep breath and opened the door of the car. The air was crisp and still. It caressed her skin and tightened its grip. She shivered and slid her body from the car. Her bare feet sank into the leaf litter, which was soft and wet and somewhat slimy. It felt wonderful between her toes. She smiled and wriggled out of her panties and tossed them onto the front seat.

She shoved the car keys under the carpet in the foot well of the drivers side and then slammed the door shut, not bothering to lock it. Tentatively she walked away from the vehicle and over towards the ridge.

The cold was not terribly uncomfortable, it made her feel alive. Her senses had been heightened somehow. The drizzle dripped off the leaves of the eucalyptus trees and plucked at her skin in stinging needle like pricks. She marvelled at the sensation. The smell of the earth mingled with the scent of eucalyptus and damp woman. It felt exquisite.

Slowly she padded through the forest, fallen leaves sticking to her toes. The ferns rasped her calves and lower thighs and spread their moisture over her skin as she brushed past them. It was raw and primitive, just how she was feeling.

The wet bark of the tree trunks were black now, the leaves were somehow greener, washed clean of the red dirt that coated them in the summer. Despite the rain, the native birds were singing loudly. The call of the kookaburra was distinct and haunting on her ear.

Jenna reached the precipice. She cast her eye down the valley. Trees stretched for miles in all directions. Water flowed off the granite outcrops of the ridge; she could barely believe she was doing this. Silent rivers of rain flowed down over her breasts. Her hair hung slickly down her back channelling the water down her spine into the valley created by her ass cheeks. It ran down her legs and onto the ground.

She found the spot she was looking for, the flat rock that hung like a diving board out across the valley. It cantilevered out and kissed the canopy of trees that grew up the escarpment. She eased herself down to sit on the cold and slippery rock. The chill flowed up through her bones, but she didn’t care. This was what being alive was about. Risk and daring and love.

Her mind was full of her surroundings, however, thoughts of Andrew were to the fore. She could almost feel him touching her. She could hear his voice washing over her body in a seductive wave of pure indulgence. She loved him with a passion that was painful.

A single tear escaped the corner of her eye as she thought of how they could possibly manage to be together. It seemed impossible, however Andrew always said that nothing was impossible if you desired it enough.

Jenna was beginning to believe him. Otherwise, why was she out here behaving like a lunatic? She groaned at the thought of possibly having locked herself out of her car and having to call her best friend to rescue her, she smiled and remembered she hadn’t locked the door. Thank god for small mercies she thought.

She lay back against the rock. The moss was springy against her back. She was aware of the danger of being out here like this. Nevertheless, she knew if she was careful, she was safe enough. If she did slip off the rock, there was only a short drop to the ledge below. She was unconcerned.

Jenna lay back against the smooth rock and let her hands wander over her body. Her nipples were like small pebbles under her fingers. The cold air had made them so stiff that they were almost painful. They had a purple tinge to them, which was in stark contrast to the bluey whiteness of her skin.

She shivered as she spread her fingers out over her belly with one hand and cupped her left breast with the other. She massaged her breast gently, squeezing it to a tight peak and imagined Andrew’s hand touching her there. Her other hand slid lower over her midriff and down across the curls at the apex of her thighs.

She slid an exploratory finger between her legs and smiled at the thick wetness between her lips compared to the liquid wetness of the rain. She could see Andrews tongue lapping at her moisture, savouring the hidden delights of the hot musky scent of her arousal.

His voice again rung in her ear. She could hear him talking her through what she was doing. She could feel him touching her, just as she was touching herself. Her body was responding to the ministrations, just as if it was Andrew himself who was touching her.

Her excitement was building to almost unbearable proportions. The elements were alive around her. She was melding with her surroundings, becoming one with the beat of the earth. Faster her hands and fingers worked over her flesh. The electricity within her body was so highly charged that she thought she might well explode with the strength of it. She did. Flinging her head backwards she shouted out her release to the valley floor and convulsed around her fingers as the spikes of energy shot outwards from her cunt, flooding her hand with her own fluid that mingled with the rain washing off her body.

She caught her breath, spread her thighs and outstretched her arms. She offered herself to the elements in a quiet supplication of spent want and desire. The rain beat steadily down upon her flesh, pit pat, pit pat. She inhaled deeply and shouted, “ I love you Andrew!” at the top of her lungs and laughed as the sound of her voice echoed across the valley.

The views were spectacular from up here.

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