The story that follows was written by someone who read my stories in alt.sex.stories, and took up my suggestion to write something in response. It really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord in other people. If you would like to write something about your dreams of you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of stories.

In this case, the writer chooses to keep his total anonymity, so if you have comments, you'll have to send them to me.

NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't read it if you don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at suenh@kear.tdsnet.com... but I can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real life!

I've enjoyed reading Sue's stories so I took up her challenge to create some fantasies of my own involving her. I'm new at this, so we'll see how it works out. I'd appreciate any feedback Sue (or anyone else) can provide. It's a little bit talky in the beginning as I set the scene, but I hope the sex is hot enough to make up for it!

The weather this fall has been beautiful, and things have been stressful at work. I had a completely free weekend, so I decided to take off and go hiking in the hills about two hours from home. Just a chance to escape all the little hassles of everyday life: the phone calls, the faxes, the memos. Away from it all, just enjoying the outdoors and the beautiful scenery.

On Saturday morning I drive in tandem with a friend out to where I would end my trip, and drop off my car. Then my friend drives me to where I would start my hike. I grab my gear, thank him, and start off from the trailhead. By now it's about 11 AM, and a beautiful day. It had been cool and crisp early in the morning, but now it has warmed up nicely to about 65 degrees. I take off my sweater and continue down the trail, admiring the beautiful fall leaves.

At about one I realize that I'm quite hungry. I hike on for about ten minutes, then come to a rock where I can sit and enjoy my lunch. It's nothing fancy: a tuna sandwich, a nice fresh apple, and some spring water. But in the fresh air, hungry from hiking, it's probably the best tuna sandwich I've ever had.

As I'm finishing off the last of my water, I hear rustling down the trail. Somebody is hiking up from the north, where I just came from. I'm kind of disappointed. I had hoped to have the weekend all to myself, alone in these wonderful hills. Maybe whoever it is will simply nod, say hello, and continue on. But then the person stops, still about 20 yards away from me. I look around, and then understand. There is a group of a dozen deer, about 15 yards away from the trail. They apparently haven't noticed either of us. For about three minutes we both stand still, watching the animals. Then something startles them. Maybe the wind has changed direction, and they've picked up our scent. Whatever it is, the deer run away, gracefully jumping over fallen trees.

As I pick up the remnants of my lunch, the movement starts up again. The hiker comes closer, and I receive a pleasant surprise. It's a woman, and an attractive woman too. Maybe having some company on my hike wouldn't be such a bad things after all.

"Hi. Boy, wasn't that something? I've hiked here a few times before, but that's the first time I've seen a whole herd of deer like that."

For a moment, I'm too stunned to reply. This is perhaps the healthiest looking woman I've ever seen. She's a blonde, tall and thin. But what's most impressive is the energy she exudes. Her cheeks are red from the hiking, and she has a barely noticeable sheen from her perspiration. She looks like she's spent her entire life outdoors, hiking all over the world. She's wearing jeans, a light sweater, hiking boots and a black wool baseball cap with her hair sticking out back in a ponytail. Her clothes look so natural on her it's as if she were born in them.

"Oh, hi." Real smooth. "Yeah, that was nice. I've seen deer out here before, but never that many."

"Oh," she asks, "are you a big hiker?"

"Not as much as I'd like. Work keeps me too busy. But I came here to get away from work, so let's not talk about that. I'm Dave, by the way."

"Hi Dave, I'm Sue. Nice to meet you." And we shake hands. She has a firm grip, but it's still feminine. "Do you mind some company while you hike?"

"That would be great."

We hike a long for a couple of miles, talking the whole way. Sue has a terrific sense of humor, and when she laughs, there's a sparkle in her blue eyes. It sounds corny, but there is definitely something there.

"So Dave, what do you do?"

"Remember, I'm trying to forget my job. So let's not even think about that. You tell me, Sue, if you could have any job in the world, what would you do?"

"I'd be a writer."

"I can see that. Let me see, what kind of writer would you be....I picture you writing novels about strong women, overcoming adversity. Like Toni Morrison."

Sue laughs. "Well, I do write about strong women, but not quite in that way."

"Wait, so you really are a writer?"

"It's just a hobby. I write stories and post them on the Internet. Erotic stories."

"Erotic stories?"

"Yes, stories about men...and women...and sex." She says it so matter-of factly.

"Wait....Are you that Sue? 'Guess Who's Coming at Dinner' Sue? 'Slippery When Wet'?"

"That's me."

I can't believe it's actually you, that I've met you hiking in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, away from all of civilization.

"I read your stories all the time. It's by far the best stuff on alt.sex.stories. It's much more authentic than the drivel that's usually posted. It's sexy, it's real, and most of all it's fun."

"Well it's nice to actually meet one of my readers. I get lots of e-mail, but that's so impersonal."

"It's always a highlight in my day when one of your stories shows up on a.s.s."

"So which one is your favorite?"

"'Louvre Love.' First of all, Paris is my favorite city. So that got my hooked right there. And then the sex....It's so passionate. You seem like a woman who really enjoys making love."

And then I blush. You look at me, and I blush even more, if that's possible.

"What is it Dave?" You're trying to keep a straight face, but then you start to giggle.

"It's just that I don't even know you, and here I am, talking with you about sex, and you having sex, and..." I stop, embarrassed.

"Dave, you're exactly right. I do enjoy making love. And there's nothing wrong with that. I also enjoy writing about sex, too. And knowing that you enjoy my work means a lot to me. That's why I write, so I can share my fantasies with others, and they can enjoy them too. This is a perfect opportunity. Why don't you tell me what you like and dislike about my stories, so I can make them more appealing."

So as we hike along on this beautiful fall Saturday, we talk about sex, life, and the Internet. You want to know my opinions on all sorts of issues. Group sex. Oral sex. Bisexuality. Sex toys. Masturbation. I hardly know you, but here I am, discussing my most private feelings with you, rather comfortably.

All this talk is having an effect on me. Hearing you, this beautiful woman, talk so openly about all these things we keep hidden even from our closest friends has aroused me. For the last mile, my penis has been constantly erect. But at least it's not just me. I can see your erect nipples through your red sweater.

"So what do you think my next story should be about Dave?" you ask. "After 'The Cocktail Table,' I'm thinking of going back to some exotic locale. I've already done Paris and the Caribbean. I know. I'll write an outdoors story. 'Sue: Into the Woods.' How does that sound?"

"That has promise. What's it going to be about?"

"I don't know." You become quiet for a moment, thinking. Then you turn to me. "Why don't we write this story right here?"

You grab my hand and pull me off to the side of the trail. You undo the buckle on the hipbelt of my backpack, then move your hand down to the fly of my jeans.

"Do you want to unleash my creative energy?" you whisper.

I quickly take off my backpack and help you get yours off your back. The woods are deserted; neither of us has seen another person today. You grab me and pull me toward you, then reach up to kiss me. It feels wonderful. All of your energy seems contained in that kiss. I play with your hair, then move my hands up and down your back. I grab your ass cheeks, squeezing them through your jeans. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Meanwhile, you have your hands inside my shirt, playing with my nipples. Between the cool weather and your fingers, they're as erect as they can be. You bend your head down and take my right nipple in your mouth. First you lick it with your tongue, then suck on it. It feels fantastic. You then do the same with the left, as I continue to squeeze your wonderfully firm ass.

I move my hands from your butt and place them under your sweater. My guess is correct; you are not wearing a shirt or bra. I place a hand over each of your tits. They are each a perfect handful, firm and not too big. I massage your breasts. Then I concentrate on your nipples, feeling them become firmer between my fingers. Your breathing becomes heavier. You throw your arms around my waist and we kiss as I continue to massage your breasts.

I lift your sweater above your head and take your right nipple in my mouth. It is quite erect in my mouth as I suck on it. I can tell by your breathing that you are enjoying this. After a few minutes I switch my mouth to your other breast, continuing to massage the first as I suck on the second. Your nipples are wonderfully sensitive, and you hold my mouth to your chest.

After I'm sure your nipples have had enough, I kneel on the ground and slowly kiss my way down your stomach. I look up at you, questioningly, and you eagerly nod your head yes. But first we have to rearrange ourselves, or we'll both end up falling over onto the ground. I look around, and spot an appropriate tree. I take your hand and lead you over there.

"First, let's get these jeans off of you," I say. It takes a little bit of time: damn hiking boots! But then you stand before me in just your multi-colored panties and sweater, standing on your jeans so your bare feet don't get too cold. As you lean back against the tree, I kneel in front of you. I resume kissing your stomach, and rub your ass. Then I go lower, moving my tongue up and down the inside of your thighs. I suck on your muscular calves, and cover your feet with tiny kisses. You are shuddering at this point. Finally, I decide to take mercy on you, so I pull down your panties and place my mouth directly on your pussy.

By this time, you are very wet, and your juices taste wonderful. First I place my tongue on your clit, feeling it grow. As I play with it, your legs start to weaken and you have to gain your footing again. I then move my tongue down to the opening of your cunt, fully tasting you. Cunnilingus is perhaps my favorite form of sex, and being here, out in the woods, with you Sue, eating your delectable pussy, is almost too much for me. I use my hands to play with your hard nipples, and you oblige me by removing your sweater. You are now totally nude in the woods, and being eaten alive-but not by mosquitoes!