Chapter 1

I didn't really understand how I got there, but I certainly preferred my new surroundings. One minute, I was just a high school principal, counseling and correcting the students. Suddenly, however, I found myself in a clearing of an unknown forest, breathing in the pollen of the flowers. To my relief, my allergies didn't trouble me at all.

My clothes were still the same, and I felt rather sweaty, so I took a chance and disrobed to enjoy Nature in all of its pure grandeur. I hadn't skinny-dipped in ages, but this didn't feel wrong or out of place. In fact, it seemed like almost a compulsion for me, to discard my modern clothing in what my instincts told me was a world of magic and not so much of machinery.

I felt perfectly relaxed and soothed by the cool stream until I heard some giggling that obviously didn't come from a man. I turned and faced a woman clad in nothing but a tunic, which she promptly cast aside to join me without asking if I minded her company. Perhaps she knew that I wouldn't object, given her golden beauty and playful eyes. She certainly didn't make me want to flee my place, nor did I feel embarrassed at my state of undress in the presence of a stranger, despite any knee-jerk reactions instilled by my upbringing.

"Well, sir, are you going to take me or not? This is the mating stream, after all," she startled me with her blunt question.

"Your people copulate in this creek often? Well, I don't wish to offend your customs, and you are a beautiful woman, so yes," I agreed, barely finishing my statement before she closed the distance between us and kissed me on the lips.

"Yes, sir. My tribe considers this water sacred and sets it aside for a single purpose. That is to ravish a woman. Being the only woman currently in the stream, that gives you only one choice, namely me," the lady explained, as she knelt in the refreshing creek and began to suck my prick.

"This is a common practice in your land, to perform such favors for strange men who happen to enter your streams and rivers and skinny-dip there? If so, where has this place been all of my life?" I teased her, though I could tell that she wasn't easily offended.

On the contrary, the blonde started to kiss my entire body, and then proceeded to envelop me with her smooth legs. She grasped my cock and pulled it into her pussy, apparently not requiring much lubrication in the waters of the spring. I decided that it was time to take the initiative, so I thrust in and out of her, asserting some control over the act at last.

Instead of complaining that I had been too aggressive, as my ex did, this woman responded to me with more eager kisses and the caress of her silky hands on my back. I couldn't believe my situation, but I wasn't ready to awaken, if this was indeed a dream. Who would wish to leave a world, even imaginary, where a complete unknown woman would throw herself at a man like me, just because I set foot in a particular stream?

I had to admit that she was the best lover I had known in my thirty years of life. I didn't know her name, but she had my ex-wife and my ex-girlfriends all beat by a country mile or two. Her cunt was delectably tight and warm, her breasts were a decent size but hardly enormous, and I could feel her cool and delicious buttocks in my hands without being able to cup them.

More to the point for me, this mysterious blonde was an enthusiast for sex for its own sake. She welcomed me with an astounding degree of pleasure and excitement in both my body and the act itself. She certainly made it clear that she lusted for me without any apology or shame.

I got the distinct idea that her tribe had no taboos against casual mating, and that therefore she enjoyed sexual congress with such innocence and bliss that I was embarrassed to think of how my own civilization treated women like her. If this was a wanton woman, then the society into I was born could learn from such women. I also knew that I didn't ever wish leave this wonderful world.