Fauna and The Flora
Veronica wasn't going to wait much longer. She'd already waited for ten minutes sitting in her car wrinkling her favorite power red suit, bored and irritated. Pacing around her car in the cool air helped to calm her temper, still inwardly scoffing herself for waiting in the gravel parking lot of the only road into the forested property, soon to be a new housing development thanks to the recent re-zoning to residential use instead of agricultural. It wasn't her fault that the community hadn't paid close enough to the posted signs saying there was a public hearing on the proposed change, it wasn't her fault nobody read the fine print on those notices that were mailed to them. She didn't even need to do this in order for the property to be sold. It was just a courtesy to someone who seemed a bit ...unbalanced.
She had just texted the woman's number again when an aging compact car pulled into the parking lot, the battered light brown car covered in various stickers with sayings such as "Mother Earth is taking care of YOU, are you taking care of HER?" and "More green, less people."
The car puttered to a stop and parked right beside Veronica's royal blue BMW. The fifty-something woman inside gave Veronica a cautious wave and Veronica smiled thinly back.
"I wasn't sure you were coming," Veronica said, not attempting to conceal her sarcasm.
"Sorry I was just finishing up a lecture and my students kept asking questions," the harried looking woman said, shoving back the frizzy pile of gray and dishwater blond hair. "But this won't take long, once you see it with your own eyes you'll understand."
Veronica tried to smile again with her crimson coated lips as the woman kept walking towards a thin path that went around the locked metal gate that closed off the road. The narrow dirt path slowly climbed uphill, hemmed in by overgrown grass and encroaching blackberry bushes. Veronica was suddenly wishing she'd worn something other than her usual three inch heels as she almost tripped in a divot in the path.
"It's just one of the few sites like this left, just a rare microcosm of symbiotic relationships with flora and fauna," the woman stated between puffing breaths as they climbed up the path, her jangling beaded necklace rattling around.
"Uh huh," Veronica mumbled back. "How much farther is it?"
"Oh just around the bend here, right at the top of the hill," she answered, pointing towards a summit that was lined with fir trees about 20 feet away.
Veronica sighed, relieved. "Good."
They kept walking the path as the blackberry bushes gave way to the towering fir trees that created a darkened canopy of quiet. The path widened and was dotted with leafy green ferns and stooping wild maple trees that grew like a bush.
"See how much cooler the temperature is underneath the old growth?" the woman asked, gesturing up towards the trees.
"I guess so," Veronica ventured back, noticing the coolness on her bare legs as she tugged down her short skirt that kept riding up as she walked.
"So here we have at least three distinct environments- evergreen forest, deciduous under-canopy, and then the forest floor- which is just so rich with diversity!" the woman stated just as she came to a stop at the peak of the hill. "I mean just take a look at it-"
The woman stepped from the path and walked a few yards into the underbrush, ducking underneath the smaller maple trees to get into the center of a small clearing. Veronica sighed and followed the woman, trying not to trip in the criss-crossing vines from a patch of ivy on the ground, feeling the occasional snap of a branch against her arm or back as she dodged the trees that seemed to resist having an intruder walk into their peaceful midst.
"These trees create invaluable shade for these smaller trees to thrive underneath, and beneath that is the vital moisture kept in the soil by the ferns and wild lilies, not to mention the amount of wildlife they support with the bounty of nutrients-"
The woman rambled on, but Veronica was only half listening. The trees were creaking and swaying with an almost hypnotic melody created by the wind rushing around them.
"-it creates with just one tree, but the entire forest together is the ecosystem we need. Does that make sense, Miss Parker?"
Veronica snapped to hearing her name. "It does," she replied, taking a breath and turning back to face the woman, "but unfortunately you should have been telling this to the county months ago. There's really nothing I can do now."
The woman smiled at her, a confident gleam in her eye. "There's plenty you can do. You'll see."
She walked past Veronica giving her a pat on the shoulder, her sudden calm somewhat unnerving. Whatever it was that she thought Veronica could do was clearly delusional, but Veronica wouldn't ruin her fantasy if that meant she could get out of there sooner.
The woman headed out of the clearing, gazing up at the trees with a dreamy smile while Veronica followed a step behind. Just as Veronica had been about to step out of the clearing and back onto the path, her leather heel was snagged by a thin but sturdy vine of ivy. She lunged forward but quickly caught herself on the branch of a crooked tree.
"Thanks, I guess," she muttered to the lanky branch that had been conveniently within her reach and straightened her jacket.
The woman continued to chat mindlessly as they walked, able to hold an entire conversation without any input from Veronica. She noticed the cool air of the forest dissipated as they headed back down the dirt path, and the distant sounds of traffic could be heard as they approached the small gravel parking area.
Thankfully the woman departed quickly when her cell phone started beeping with some alarm to remind her absent minded brain to be somewhere else. Her dirt brown car drove off in a puff of exhaust and dust, leaving Veronica sighing with relief. She went to pull her keys from the small right pocket of her suit jacket, and found the pocket empty.
She checked the other pocket on her left and it was also empty. She didn't take her purse with her, opting to just carry her cell phone which she still held in her hand. There had been a quiet tinkling sound when she'd tripped as they'd left the clearing and Veronica had assumed it was just a branch or something else making noise. It occurred to her that the sound was probably her keys falling from her pocket.
Before she panicked, Veronica knew she could just call roadside services with her phone and get them to unlock her car, or at least tow her somewhere to get it unlocked. She swiped her finger across her phone and nothing happened. Another swipe and her screen remained black. The battery had been getting low, but it hadn't been that low, she thought, until she remembered how bad the signal was in the shadow of the forested hill, meaning the energy of searching for a signal must have tapped the battery.
"Just fucking great," she huffed, and turned to look back at the path she'd just come down. It was either walk back up there and search for her keys in the forest, or start walking down the road to the highway in her 3 inch heels and hope she wasn't hit by a drunk driver or abducted by some pervert.
She exhaled loudly and started walking back towards the forest, hoping she could find her keys. Walking with her head down, Veronica kept her eye on the dirt path. By the time she'd reached the summit of the hill, the path had been free of anything, and the bushes along the way were too high up to have snagged something falling from her pockets. That left the clearing of ivy as the only other area they'd walked in.
Avoiding the patch of ivy she'd tripped in before, Veronica stepped off the path and slowly walked around the grove of trees that hemmed the trail. At least the firm forest floor covered in pine needles was easier to walk on versus the pitted and cracked dirt path. The smell of the moist earth was awfully pleasant, so refreshing compared to the hot dry air of the valley that Veronica lived and worked in. The wind was blowing a gentle breeze that went across Veronica's face, and for a moment she nearly forgot her urgent mission.
Veronica circled the clearing, peering around each little maple tree and leafy bush. Nothing looked like a shiny set of keys on a BMW branded keychain, and the scattered patches of ivy could have hidden anything but she didn't feel like digging around underneath the dirty greenery. However, it was rapidly getting dark to the point that she was squinting just to see what was in front of her. If her phone had been working she would have switched on the flashlight, but instead she had to stoop down while desperately staring at the ground as she tottered along.
She'd been circling the perimeter of the clearing, or at least so she thought she was until she noticed the pine-needle covered ground had given way to a short mossy covering over the ground that flattened out to ease her search, but also made the ground mushy and soft. Her high heels kept sinking into the ground until she finally tripped, her right foot catching as her heel was hooked into the ground, pitching her body forward while her foot remained locked in position. She barely avoided landing flat on her face, dropping her phone as her hands went out in front of her to brace herself when her knees hit the ground.
"Shit!" she growled as her knees sunk into the wet earth, mushy dirt catching under her fingernails as her hands smacked down.
The trees above her creaked in the wind, a low chuckle to see the pretentious woman cartwheeling down onto the ground, ruining her tight business suit.
The hem of her lipstick red skirt was damp, the backside most likely spattered with dirt, and her $200 designer leather heels were wedged into the mud. Veronica groaned with irritation.
"Fucking hell," she sighed, brushing her hands off, "try to do something nice for someone and this is what I get."
The wind gusted through the trees, clearly in disagreement as it whipped her long brown hair around, flinging the soft waves she'd styled so carefully that morning into her face. It was a cool but refreshing breeze, a breeze that made her pause and wait for its ferocity to die down, to wait out one more thing before she moved and wasted any more energy.
Veronica stayed on her knees, still trying to pull her heels out of the earth. She leaned back to put a finger into the back of her right shoe to pull it out without yanking her foot out of her shoe, but did exactly that. She sighed and shoved her naked toes back into the trapped heel.
The sounds of evening were descending, a chorus of insects chirping and buzzing, the sounds of songbirds giving way to the hoot of an owl. Veronica hadn't been in the woods in ages. Let alone at night. What sky she could see through the trees was a dark blue tinged with a thin band of pink. The sun had set and soon she'd be in darkness.
Before she could panic, her eyes darted around for her phone. It was laying on the moss no more than a few feet away, but just out of reach in her current kneeling position. She needed to stand to reach it, instead of being stuck in the dirt. Except that being down on her knees on the forest floor wasn't so bad.
The earth had a slightly sweet fragrance, a moist sweetness that touched her lips if she took a deep breath in. The mossy ground was actually soft beneath her knees, quite comfy actually. The mud and dirt had stained her stylish suit, but physically she was ok. Mostly her ankles were just sore from the momentum of falling. It was her fault for tripping in the heels not designed for walking in a forest. And the wind agreed with her, it was just her own fault. The forest did nothing wrong but just be there, existing as it had for hundreds of years.
The panic and frustration was ebbing away. Veronica, strangely and suddenly, wanted to stay there. She wanted to stay and be with the clear air and the soft earth and the luscious greenery around her. And for some reason she started unbuttoning her trim suit jacket. She undid the three buttons on the tailored jacket, pulled her arms free of the starchy red material and tossed it on the ground. That felt good, but it could be better. A cool gust of wind agreed as she tugged up the black tank top she always layered underneath her suits, the snug material clinging to her bra for an instant before she pulled it up over her head and then off it went.
Oh that was better. The tank top had been too tight, her skin already cheering with relief, along with her breasts that had been somewhat compressed underneath. She enjoyed the wind brushing the strands of her hair across her bare shoulders, playfully tickling her skin. The darkening forest said it was ok for her to remove more, the dimming light promising that no one else would see, the greenery folding in its arms to surround her.
The fragrant sweetness of the tendrils caught her attention first. The sinewy vines were a healthy shade of green, gently coiling up from the earth, snaking up over her curvy thighs. Veronica giggled as the tendrils of the leaves tickled her skin as they wiggled around and under her skirt. She was going to remove that too, but the gentle vines made it work, pushing up the red material until it bunched up over her hips. They were so friendly and helpful, snaking their way up her belly, going up to the constrictive confines of her black lace push-up bra. A thin vine took each strap of her bra and pulled, the slippery vines sliding the lacey strap off her shoulders, pulling down until her breasts were set free with a satisfying pop.
Veronica couldn't help but giggle again, the wind gusting in appreciation of her full breasts jutting out over the cups of her bra, the wind going across her aching nipples, promising to soothe her chafed skin. Yes this was so much better than the world she knew. Much better than the choking polluted air in the city, better than the dead world of concrete and steel. No this is where she wanted to be.
The little tendrils were caressing her breasts, trying to erase the pain of the restrictive clothing, swirling around and under her plump globes. She was closing her eyes with a contented sigh and hadn't noticed the other vines coiling up her thighs. These vines were thicker, their capable green fingers snaking their way up to her black lace panties, going up to the hemline. They were shocked to see how tightly the garment held her, how it covered up the part of her that most needed attention, and release.
For a moment the tendrils debated, tugging the snug lace to and fro, before it snagged the leg hole from one side, shifting the material off to the side so that it was exposing one cheek, while another vine slithered its way beneath the crotch of the panties and coiled around it. Together the vines made it so that they could expose her orifices, keeping a tight hold of the band of material it had cinched up over the crack of her ass. Veronica sighed deeply with this movement, thinking how clever the vines were, knowing how badly she needed this. She needed to be down on her knees, her pale skin naked and exposed, her sex freed and her body awakened.
The wind surrounded her with a loving breeze that swept over her skin, while the little tendrils around her breasts went swirling around her nipples. Veronica marveled at how the ends of the tendrils were able to attach themselves right at the tip of her nipples, and then open up the tendril to surround the rigid pink. She gasped as the tendril's mouth pulsed and gently sucked in, its soft green fingers tugging her tits into the hungry vine until her nipples disappeared inside it. This was good.
The larger, older brethren had patiently waited to take their turn, keeping hold on her panties they'd wedged into her ass until her mindless moans kept going. A vine snaked between the crux of her thighs, brushing across her bare skin. There was a gasp and a sigh to feel the smooth moist touch of the vine tickle her clit. Veronica giggled again as it impishly flicked at her nub, seeing what she liked. Back and forth across her skin was good, but gentle circles over her hood was even better, and then the narrow tip figured out how to tease her with the just the lightest possible touch. That was so good that she reached a hand down to the pet the vine, rubbing over its green skin approvingly as it stroked.
The wind urged it to keep exploring, to give her more because she needed it, so another sturdy vine came up between her folds. This one stroked along her wet slit, confidently prodding her lips apart, as Veronica moaned languidly. The larger green vine was building her up, letting the earthy moisture coat her opening, all while its little sibling kept its attention on her clit. Veronica was so happy, feeling so pampered and pleased by all the darling little plants that were playing with her body, trying not to be too greedy, trying not to want more. But they always knew, each of the little tendrils understood and whispered their intent to the wind.
The bigger vine was ready to give her more, stilling the other vines before it went inside. Veronica was ready too, feeling the aching within her chasm that wanted to be filled. The vine gently pushed its way in, spreading her lips apart, getting inside her fleshy center. Veronica gasped loudly, whipping her head back as the cool vine suddenly became warm and lush. It throbbed, the living breathing plant coming to life inside her. Oh damn this was good.
The little vines on her tits started sucking in short little tugs, milking her breasts as it were, while the other little vine on her clit nudged itself against her like a needy pet trying to get an owner's attention. Her hands each went to a vine, one hand over the vampire like tendril sucking her left tit, and her right hand going back over the devoted little vine on her clit. It was equally happy to be stroked in return, proving it was just as talented as the one on her nipple when its little mouth opened up, closing its lips over her clit and started sucking as well. Veronica tossed her hair back with a chuckle. They all wanted to prove how good they were. So good and so sweet...until they weren't.
The larger vine was getting impatient. It wanted her to pay attention because it wasn't going to do this all night, even if her pussy was the tastiest little slut to ever come tromping through their meadow. It started pumping in and out of her with intention, the sinewy vine able to plump itself up to become even thicker. Veronica whimpered a bit, surprised by its vigor as it tilted her forward on her knees, but still liking it. The little tendrils on her nipples were squeezing harder, pinching even. Her nipples ached but also liked it, plus her little favorite was still sucking away on her nub. And it didn't seem to mind if it went on all night.
The pleasure of that had probably distracted her enough that she didn't notice the jealous tendril slithering up the back of her thigh, sneaking its way between her cinched up panties and her exposed ass. The vine snaked between the snug crack of her cheeks, and found her pink hole. Its earthy tongue rimmed around the puckered opening, tasting and testing. Veronica squealed loudly as the slick green tip snuck into her tight little hole, pushing the pink orifice to accept its girth. The little tendril on her clit kept sucking, helping to relax her, telling her it would feel good in a short second. And then it did. She had three vines fucking her- one on her clit, one in her pussy, and one in her ass. And they were all very good.
The vine in her pussy thrusted in and out like a slick jackhammer, its meaty green giving her all she could while she whimpered loudly from the vine that was now slithering in and out of her ass. She'd never been fucked in the ass before, but it seemed like she deserved it. She knew she'd been a selfish bitch, that she'd only cared about herself and her money and her happiness. She'd been a self-centered brat. And now she was going to get fucked good and hard in the middle of a forest, down on her knees like the gorgeous slut she was. With her short red skirt hiked up around her waist, her panties yanked to the side with her breasts spilling out like a depraved hussy.r"