All alone. Just me and Aubrey here in this place. Everything is telling me this is bad idea. I wanted him so badly sitting at that table. Even now, sitting out on the porch, I can’t help but want to go around back and see what he’s doing, to get closer . . . to see if that offer to go into his cabin still stands.

But it’s the lust talking, it has to be. I don’t know him anymore. He’s practically a stranger. So am I. I’m not the ‘Sweet Ana’ who used to be aflutter in his letterman jacket and who wore nothing but good girl white cotton panties and dreamed of the two of us having a fairytale wedding before going off on a honeymoon to Disneyland.

No, we’re different now. He seems to have become Rambo Bunyan or something, bow hunting and chopping wood, a survivalist. And I’m . . . me. Maybe more jaded than I used to be, definitely more careful, and less trusting. I’m not broken, not anymore, but there are some cracks in my shell. And he’s the one who put them there.

Am I even capable of acting on the lust and not letting old feelings resurface? There’s no chance of rekindling a relationship with Aubrey, but the idea of casual sex, something that normally would be an automatic no, is beginning to seem more reasonable. An evil corner of my mind even thinks about fucking Aubrey, getting him hooked on me, and then ditching him the way he ditched me. Turnabout is fair play, after all. The thought is maniacally devious, far beyond anything I’m actually capable of doing. But the sex part of the plan does seem doable. It could possibly even be a good thing. Let the steam out, take the edge off.

I’m justifying it, and I know it. I’d be a fool to even entertain it. But my body wants what my body wants, and I definitely want Aubrey. But just for the sex. Let the past stay in the past and give in to the lust he’s awoken in me. That’s perfectly reasonable, right? Even I know it’s a bad idea, but I’m not sure I care.

Sighing, I head to the shower room, which is delightfully separate from the toilet. I close the door, letting the natural light fill the space from the big picture window that extends into the shower itself. The view outside is breathtaking, the trees and forest rising up behind the cabin so that it feels like I’m a forest fairy bathing in the rain. The idea is whimsical, even silly, but it appeals to me somehow. I take a careful look outside, making sure I’m as hidden as I think I am. Realizing that it really is a private view, I decide to be a bit decadent and indulge my forest fairy fantasy. Maybe even a bit of a mountain man fantasy too.

Turning on the rain head shower, I strip quickly and hop under the warm spray. Even the drops of water along my skin reignite the fire of sexual heat Aubrey has been stoking inside me for the last two days.

Slowly, I trace my hands along my skin, imagining they’re his hands. I caress and cup my breasts, teasing the caramel nipples with my thumbs as I push the mounds together. I remember how hard and big Aubrey looked in his jeans just from our legs pressing together and wonder what seeing my breasts would do to him. Would he get even harder? Would he lick and suck the tips until they were achy and pearled with want?

A moan escapes my lips and I let my fingertips trace down my belly to cup my pussy. I buck my hips into my own hand, imagining Aubrey whispering in my ear to ‘Fuck my hand like you want to fuck my cock.’

I’m tempted to speed this up, knowing from experience what will set me off, but I take it slow, teasing myself and letting it build into something bigger. I slide a finger down to my entrance, coating it in my juices, and spread the slickness along my clit, slow and easy. Back and forth I rub, spreading my legs as wide as I can. Needing more, I lean back against the cool tile wall, propping a foot up on the shower edge, picturing Aubrey settling between my thighs.

I dip a finger into my pussy, pumping slowly and deeply a few times before adding a second finger. My palm bumps against my clit with every thrust of my fingers, and it builds faster than I’d planned. I’m so on edge from all of Aubrey’s teasing, and just his presence, that the slightest touch is gonna set me off.

I press my free hand to the glass, needing to be grounded because I can already feel that this is going to be a big one. My fingers pound into me, my hips bucking for more as I cry out, the orgasm hitting with a fierceness I rarely feel.

The waves wash over me, and I pry my eyes open, wanting to finish my forest fairy fantasy. I see the trees, a blanket of green surrounding me, and the sky, an umbrella of blue and white above. And I feel small, rocked by the rain, by the crashing of my body, a tiny bit of sweetness in a wild world. And I love every moment of it, touching myself lazily long after the shudders have subsided and my breathing begins to return to normal.

I’m smiling to myself as I begin to wash my body, luxuriating in the sudsy bubbles that roll down my skin. I look out the window, noticing that it hasn’t fogged up. Maybe Aubrey uses something on the glass? It feels naughty to be so exposed, even if I’m really not. I’m alone in the cabin, the view is of the empty woods, and Aubrey’s cabin is around on the other side, far from the serene view I’m currently enjoying.

That was just what I needed. A little something to take the edge off. Hopefully, next time I see Aubrey, I won’t be so easy to rile up. Maybe we can have that conversation like adults. Or maybe not and I stick with my plan to avoid the past and skip that confrontation. All I know is that I feel boneless and satisfied, and that’s enough for now.

I wasn’t sure I could believe my eyes when Ana opened the curtain to the master bath shower in her cabin. I’m not that far away, and I saw her scan the woods outside the big window. I figured she’d see me out here among the trees, especially since I’m not hiding, just slowly gathering kindling, but maybe not? My moment of confusion ends abruptly when she starts taking her clothes off. I should move, give her the privacy she likely thinks she has, but I’m frozen in place, mesmerized as Ana gets into the shower.

I’m expecting her to just wash the day’s sweat away, but when she dips her head back to get her honey hair wet, she arches her back and her tits rise deliciously. I feel the blood rush to my cock, instantly hardening against the visual onslaught of Ana’s naked form. She’s not the skinny girl I remember, all angles and edges. No, Ana’s soft and curvy now, her body a winding seduction.

My breath quickens as I watch her hands trace along her skin the way I want to, wondering if she’s as silky as I remember, as smooth as she seems now. She touches her breasts, teasing herself, and my jaw drops. Is she . . . oh, fuck, she is.

I groan at the sight of her pleasuring herself, dropping the armful of wood I’d gathered. I palm my cock, thick and hard in my jeans, knowing I’m fighting a losing battle. As Ana’s hand snakes its way down her body to her bare pussy, I follow her movements, running my hand down my abs, feeling them clench as my cock jumps.

As she cups herself, I give in and desperately unbutton my jeans, shoving them and my boxer briefs down to release my cock and balls, which are already heavy with need. Precum drips down my shaft, easing my way as I take myself in hand.

Her movements are hypnotic, her fingers dipping in and out of the pussy I want to claim so desperately, gliding across the clit I want to lick and nibble and taste. I start to pump my cock, using my thumb to smear my precum all over my tender flared head, making it glisten in the afternoon light.

“That’s it, rub that sweet pussy for me. Get it nice and wet for me. I’ll bend you over and bury my tongue in deep before lining this cock up and . . .”

My words are constant, a continuous stream of telling Ana what I want to see even if she can’t hear me. Ironically, as I whisper out loud to the trees, “Spread yourself wide, let me see all of you,” Ana actually does what I said. I slow my hand’s up and down motion, watching raptly as Ana widens her stance, putting a foot up for leverage as she presses her fingers in deeper, fucking herself with her hand.

I match her pace, stroke for stroke, imagining it’s my thick cock filling her tight little pussy, making her mouth drop open in a gasp I can’t hear. I pump my cock in my fist, my balls churning and the tension rolling down the back of my legs to make my toes curl as I imagine her taking me in deep, calling out my name.

I’m nearly there, ready to blow my load when she presses a hand to the glass. Logically, I know she’s just balancing, but it feels like she’s reaching out to me. And that’s enough.

I’m pushed over the edge, and I grunt, a choked cry tearing from my lips as I come hard, spurts splattering on my hand, on my jeans, and even on the tree beside me. My hips buck as I wring every drop of pleasure out of the orgasm, my muffled sounds stirring a flock of birds into fleeing the suppressed roar of a nearby predator.

My eyes stay locked on Ana the whole time, and though I just came violently, when I see her lost in her orgasm, my cock hardens a little again. I watch her head thrash back and forth for a moment before she lifts her face to the window, looking into the depths of the trees.

I swear she’s looking right at me, but surely not. Ana, my Sweet Ana, wouldn’t tease me like that . . . would she? Hell, I don’t actually know anymore. Who is she now? Who am I? Because I’m damn sure not some perv who watches the woman he wants without her knowing, and I’ve lived in these woods for years and have never once jacked off in the trees. But she’s doing something to me . . . making me crazy, making me think, making me feel.

And though I should run like hellfire from that, I know I should. The fact that it’s Ana triggering these thoughts makes me wish for things that could’ve been . . . if only I’d stayed.