Chapter 2

It was a hot and sticky summer afternoon. A flush-faced Jessica Alba fought to climb a mountain trail she had found behind the lodge buildings, leading around a steep climb, she had decided to make a day of it with a hike through the low mountain range, following its twisting path about half an hour behind the lodge.

She had been climbing the trail for around five hours in the hot summer sun and sweat shone on her fabulous body, her beautiful face surrounded by long silky midnight black hair. It was a truly beautiful day, one that made Jessica proud to be a an American, warm and sunny, and the forest ground was springy under her feet.

The grey haze of the morning had dissolved and now, the sun was blazing down brilliantly, cooled only by a light breeze from the south that ruffled and swept away the last traces of clouds. She was aware of the late hour, and wanted to return to the lodge while there was still enough light for the return journey.

Jessica had awakened that morning feeling her sexual release from the night before had done her a world of good, even thought she was still embarrassed when she had walked into the living room and seen her friend from the night before shining on the cabinet still wet with the juice of her pussy.

In the clear light of the dawn, she had resolved that her actions from the night before were entirely healthy and to deny her natural needs were wrong. She heaved a deep sigh and continued on along the trail as she thought back on the seemingly normal events of that morning.

She had risen from the strange bed, slipped into blue-jeans and a black knit T-shirt, made herself a hearty breakfast. The day before, she had been too excited to even think of eating and this morning she had gulped down a massive breakfast of toast, eggs, and coffee to rebuild her energy reserves from the night before and to help her think more rationally.

A light warm breeze caressed her exposed arms and skin as she explored her scenic surroundings.

Panting from the exertion of the steep trail, Jessica decided to sit down on the thick trunk of a fallen tree. Although she was in good shape being the star of an action show like Dark Angel with its constant physical demands you had to be, but hiking was completely different, while the show was full of quick bursts of high energy, hiking was a continuos demand especially on the thighs, calves and lungs, and Jessica was out of practice, and as she rested her curvaceous young body on the hard log, she mulled over the practicality of exerting herself so much on her first day.

But she had wanted to scope out her new domain from its highest point a strange shaped rock formation that Lisa had pointed out the other day.

In the wood, a half-mile or so off to the east, several pairs of amber-glowing animal-eyes savagely followed the young actress's every move, with a eerie silence the powerful beasts loped through the parched woods.

Huge shapes, shaggy, more wolf-like than dog; vicious fangs and seething grey eyes depicting wild ferocity. Now, the she of the two legs moved in their world. It would be different.

BLINK... CLICK... WHRRRR...

Jessica knew that she should probably turn back soon, but here among the towering trees, she felt free of oppression and lack of privacy that were at the heart of LA She could almost imagine what it might be like to be a little woodland creature whose existence was uncomplicated by guilt and emotional responsibilities.

As she sat there lost in thought, her eyes full of the poetic scene around her, the sun warming her tanned skin. Impulsively, she slipped down off the flat-topped log to sit on the leaf-covered earth the idea of finger fucking herself in the fresh air suddenly springing into her mind maybe it was the sense of seclusion and security and wickedness that made the idea so inciting.

Almost as soon as the thought had entered her mind, Jessica found herself slipping out of her T-shirt, shivering a little as her bronzed flesh was exposed to the light, cool breeze that moved gently through the trees. She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. The fly gaped open. She began to tug them down. They fitted tightly and she had to squirm her sexy ass and nubile hips as she drew them from her loins. She wore black bikini panties, just a wisp of silk stretched across her pelvis. The crotch band was wet.

She pulled the panties down and kicked them from her feet. They tumbled to the ground like a black moth with damp wings. Ribbons of pussy nectar slid down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs.

She didn't think that her cunt had ever been quite so hot and juicy. She settle herself against the log, delighting in the pricking sensation of the bark against her smooth naked back.

WHRRRR...

The young actress leaned back against the rough surface of the fallen tree trunk. Her tits were full and firm, and her nipples were big and fat. When they got stiff, as they were now, they stood out like little pink spaceships ready to be launched. Now she gazed down at her tits. As she looked, as if her vision were gently caressing her, her nipples began to grow and stiffen.

She cupped her tits in her hands, lifting the plump tits and pushing them together into deep cleavage. Cupping her tits in her palms and fingers, she began to sweep her thumbs back and forth across the nips.

She was starting slowly. Jessica hadn't yet decided what to think about, what fantasy to employ while she worked on her hot cunt. closing her wide eyes as her hands lifted to her full breasts the smooth globes rolling together into a deep cleavage She kneaded her tit mounds and pulled at the tingling knobs.

She cupped her hand under the full tits and lifted them, "Ummmm," she purred, enjoying this foreplay. She was looking forward to a nice long hand-job, intending to make it last as long as she could--although she realise that, hot as she was today, that probably wouldn't be too long.

She lifted her tits higher and ducked her head lower, pushing her tongue out. She began to lick her stiff nipples. She was lucky, she thought, that her tits were big enough so she could mouth her own nips. She lapped away, her face turning as she switched back and forth from taut tip to tip. Then she gently slurped one nipple into her lips and began to nurse.

Her nipples seemed to explode in her lips. She switched to the other. It was like a stick of dynamite. The rippling thrill ran through her tits and rushed down her belly and swirled in waves in her crotch. She could feel her clit expand just like the nipples. She wished that she were agile enough to get her head down there and tongue her sparking clit. But she knew that she couldn't. She had tried once. She had sat on the edge of her bed and bent down as far as she could go, but her tongue had fallen just short-- frustratingly short-- of her creamy cunt.