I beamed at him, grateful he’d gone along with my wardrobe choice for him, plus, with the way those tight little shorts clung to and highlighted his long, powerful legs and lovely, muscular glutes, I knew the other girls would be looking at him and giving me the envious eye, which was one way to make an entrance, I suppose!
He gave me his arm, and we followed my bracelet to a different set of doors from earlier; when he pushed them open, we were suddenly in what looked and felt like a sunlit outdoor precinct, with more bistro tables and chairs, complete with parasols, scattered around like a pavement cafe, many of them occupied by young couples chattering and laughing. Along one wall was a long table piled high with breakfast foods hot and cold, smelling absolutely delicious, and a coffee bar complete with baristas and hissing Espresso machines.
A few of the couples recognised us, but their looks were approving rather than accusatory; they looked happy Roly and I had worked it out, and seemed glad to see us, which quickly smoothed away any lingering awkwardness; we even managed to swap a few pleasantries with the couples seated nearest us.
The room itself was huge, very high-ceilinged, with lamps that gave out a very convincing illusion of sunlight. Seated at a cafe table, with cool, random air-currents from hidden blowers ruffling my hair in the warm sun, it seemed more like a bright summer morning in a weekend spa resort than a huge country house somewhere in England.
I was just finishing a delicious, ice-cold mango, mandarin, and apple fruit salad, and Roly was working his way through Eggs Benedict, when a light touch on my shoulder made me look up, to see Evan smiling at me.
“Hello Naomi, it’s good to see you!” he smiled, and grinned when I scrabbled for a napkin to wipe the mango juice off my chin.
“Here, let me get that!” he grinned, dabbing my chin carefully with a napkin. Roly put down his silverware, and Evan immediately waved him to continue.
“No, no, please, don’t let me interrupt your breakfast,” he laughed, “I’ll be around again later; in the meantime, relax, eat, take your time; the girls are around somewhere. I think Robyn wants to have a quick word with both of you and show you some more of what my home has to offer. Enjoy your breakfast.”
With that, he moved on to the next table, to once again exchange a few words with the couple seated there, being the proper host and seeing to his guests.
Rowan and I were lounging back and enjoying a really excellent Americano coffee with an extra shot, ideal for that early-start zing, when Robyn appeared at his shoulder, making him jump when she whispered “Boo!” in his ear. I giggled, he looked so startled, and Robyn laughed too, a pretty, musical tinkle, while poor Rowan went red at being the butt of her little prank.
“Dear Rowan, you really are too delicious, and so nicely put-together, too; Nimmie is such a lucky girl, and so quiet today, you must have really tired her out…” she sighed theatrically, then giggled again and sat down between us, squeezing his thigh gently while grinning at me as she winked. I could barely keep a straight face as poor Rowan flushed again, obviously uncomfortable with Robyn’s gentle, innuendo-laden teasing.
“I’m so glad you joined us, Nimmie, we all missed both of you last night. Never mind, all’s well now, I hope, and we have something nice planned for tonight, so today is for relaxing, and having a little quiet fun. We have a very nice pool, or perhaps you might like somewhere a little less public…?”
She looked thoughtfully at Rowan, and smiled happily.
“In fact, I think I know exactly what you should do; we have a place here, it’s sort of our fantasy getaway, and I think you’ll like it, especially you, Rowan. Come with me.”
She bounced up and took our hands, leading us through a set of doors behind the coffee bar and into an elevator. She punched the lowest button, so we were going all the way to the bottom, wherever that was. When the doors opened, she led us down a long, echoing corridor to another set of double doors.
When she pushed them open, I gasped, and even Rowan looked astonished; the room beyond, if it was a room, was enormous, a sloping lawn leading down to what looked for all the world like a forest, gnarled and ancient-looking trees with shafts of sunlight spearing down and lighting-up small glades, and everywhere, the sound of bird-song, running, trickling, and dripping water, and over the top of it all, the huge, sibilant soughing of the trees rustling in the breeze.
“Evan calls it ‘Mirkwood’,” said Robyn with a smile. “I think he’s read more fantasy stories than are good for him. We haven’t got any unicorns, elves, dragons, or manticores running around in here, I’m afraid, but there are some special places ready for you to find. Maybe you’ll find some magic of your own there. You’re welcome to play, explore, do whatever takes your fancy. You’ll find lots of things to see and do, I promise.”
She slid open a panel in the wall behind us and pulled out a classic ‘Red Riding Hood’ picnic basket, which she handed to me.
“Some snacks and drinks for later, but for now, why don’t you and Roly explore for a while, relax, maybe get naked, and for goodness’ sake, have some fun, kids; this is a magic forest, after all! When you’re done, come and join us at the pool, top button in the elevator and just follow your bracelet. There’s an Hawaiian barbecue later, lots of roasted pork and pineapple. It would be nice if you were there, but don’t rush, please; this space here is yours today. Stay as long as you want, and come and see us when you feel like some company. See you later!”
She kissed her fingertip and tapped both Roly and me on the lip with it, grinned cheekily, walked back through the double doors, and then we were alone on that lush lawn with that incredible forest just a short way away.
Rowan was absolutely entranced; he looked transported, and when I moved closer to him, he slipped his arm around my shoulders to pull me closer, hugging me as he gazed into the distance.
“Wow, Nim, look at this, it’s… fucking incredible…!” he murmured, and when I looked up at him, his expression was that of someone truly transported. To this day, whenever I see him at his desk, gazing at nothing, with that slight, distracted smile on his face, I know he’s seeing that wonderful forest again, and I think he always will.
“Let’s explore a little; it looks so… so…” He trailed off, lost for words, so he took my hand and led me along one of the little paths leading through the tree canopy. I knew it was all an artifice, that we were in some kind of huge conservatory, like the ones at the Eden Project, or maybe Kew Gardens, that it had been probably only been built a little while ago, and painstakingly modelled to look like an ancient forest, but whoever had done it was a certified genius, because the illusion was perfect; it looked and felt like how I had always imagined the ancient, primal forests of England had been a thousand years ago, pristine, absolutely untouched, some of the trees hoary with age but still strong and in full leaf.
*This story was written by beachbum1958 and published on Literotica; if you are reading this anywhere other than Literotica, it has been stolen.*
As we walked through the dappled shade, I couldn’t help but feel the peace and wonder of the place. Rowan was already there; I think he was in love, his eyes far away as he listened to the huge, soft sighing of the leaves in the breeze, like the sound of surf on a desert island beach, endless waves of surging, sighing, rustling leaves.
The birds, too, called and twittered endlessly, background counterpoint to the huge, softly sibilant roar of the trees, but not just the birds one would see in an English garden, lovely as they are; there were bright, jewelled things that flashed overhead, exotic birds from far away foreign lands flitting and calling in the trees, or displaying and posturing on the branches, and rare, spectacular birds of paradise.
Rowan watched and listened in awe, his face young and wondering once again, the little boy inside the grown man showing though as we followed the forest path into a clearing that made me gasp with wonder.
Spread before us was a wide pool surrounded by huge, flat, mossy rocks, with a waterfall spraying down over one large slab in a solid sheet, the perfect curtain for the large grotto we could just about make out behind the waterfall. I looked up and saw a roof, but no sun-lamps, like there were in the breakfast cafe we’d just come from; instead, high overhead, well beyond the height of the tallest trees, a vast tracery of frames and glazing formed the roof of this amazing place, held up by spidery beams and cables, with brilliant natural sunlight shining through.
Rowan grinned at me as his hand slid down to gently squeeze my bottom.
“Want to take a look?” he asked, and when I nodded he took my hand and led me along the path running along one side of the pool, into the large, natural-looking grotto we had glimpsed behind the waterfall. It was a roomy cave, with a high ceiling and rough-hewn walls, and a large stone shelf or platform against the rear wall, piled high with soft furnishings and cushions, pillows, and bolsters, and soft, luxurious rugs piled two and three deep on the stone floor, making the going soft and comfortable for bare feet. A pile of towels and robes was folded in a corner, and a locker set in the wall turned out to be a fridge stocked with soft drinks and sparkling water.
“Yabba-dabba Doo!” murmured Rowan, and before I knew it I was in his arms, his lips against mine as we reclined on that convenient shelf of rock. As we kissed I fumbled with the waistband of his shorts; that cavern, with the waterfall screening us, and the sound of the water splashing into the pool, was the most romantic thing, and right now I was feeling very romantic and easily charmed; luckily, Rowan was there to fulfil my fantasy for me, and so we kissed and slowly removed each other’s clothes, to finally be naked in that beautiful setting.
“I’ve never had sex with a girl in a cave before!” he grinned, biting my nipples gently, making me gasp and giggle even as bolts of pleasure zinged up and down my spine and buzzed in my pussy.
“Are you going to fuck me in a cave, Rowan? ” I smiled back, teasing him even as I squeezed his rapidly inflating cock. “Are you going to be my own caveman and ravish me in your man-cavern of sin and nastiness?”