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My name is Julietta, but I'm sure you know me as 'Red'. Truth is, I've never really liked the nickname, but once one sticks to you... oh well. Over the years there have been many variations on my story, but so far, none have been close to the mark. You may recognize the players, but I promise you, you will not recognize the play.

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I suppose that you could say my story started like so many other stories; 'The scene: clear, warm autumn day, in a lush hardwood forest. enter our heroine, bearing her trademark red-hooded cloak, stage left.' My granny lived by herself about 5 miles from me, in a nice cottage in the woods. I liked to visit her frequently, for a few reasons. First, she was the only family I had left. Second, she had a foible for confections, and I loved to cook. Third, it made sure that I was not home when Hector came to call. You may know of him as 'the woodsman', 'the lumberjack', or even 'the hero' (note my derision) of my tale. Like so many other men, however, he was the typical beer-swilling, knuckle-dragging mouth breather. Unfortunately, he was also the wealthiest man in our region, which apparently entitled him to act like a neanderthal. Suffice it to say I tried to be scarce whenever he was around

So on this unremarkable autumn day, I had baked a round of 'goodies' for my granny - the usual pastries, in addition to the cherry wine she likes - and had loaded my basket to the brim. I slipped out of the house shortly after dawn, hoping to evade Hector, and possibly have enough time to... shall we say... 'rub one in' on the way. Sadly, luck was not with me that day; I closed my cottage door and engaged the lock, and turned around to find myself face-to-chest with my self-proclaimed paramour.

"Hello Hector, I was just on my way out... "

"Greetings my darling! Please, allow me to escort you to wherever you are going!"

"No, thank you Hector, that won't be necessary" I replied, trying to slip around his large frame.

"Nonsense!" he returned, "I insist! 'Tis dangerous you know, with wolves and other hungry beasts lurking these woods"

"I'm sure I'll be fine Hector, I like my solitude, and I know how to defend myself" I responded, drawing my dagger - actually more of a short sword, due to my size - partway from its' sheath at my side

He took hold of my wrist, his enormous hand swallowing mine almost to the elbow; "But it truly is perilous out there, you should have an escort. That little knife will not deter an angry bear, or pack of wolves. It would not do for my future bride to be eaten by predators."

"Hector, I have told you before I don't want to marry anyone, and I can handle myself. Please let me go, you're starting to hurt me."

For a moment he looked as though he was going to persist further. I muttered a small incantation under my breath, disguised as a whimper. The tension in his face slowly melted away, and he reluctantly released me.

"Very well. I do not like it, but if you insist." His giant hand released my diminutive one, and the blood began returning to it. I offered a nearly imperceptible smile by way of thanks and trotted past him, making my way to the trail leading to my Granny's, and my 'special spot'

The main trail to my granny's cottage is fairly straight, and about half of it is well traveled, as it connects our village to the city in the north. During that 2 mile stretch I only saw one other person, Lucius the grain merchant, returning with his trades from the city market. Lucius was a much nicer human specimen - kind, gentile, smart and soft-spoken. The kind of guy I might not mind getting to know better, perhaps, though in truth I had not devoted much time to courting, or men at all. The stories I had heard suggested rather poignantly that I would be much more adept at satisfying myself than any lover could be. Certainly I was no slouch in that department.

Of course, thinking these thoughts quickly turned my mind to the side adventure I had planned, and I could feel my juices starting to awaken. I nodded a courteous smile to Lucius (certainly a fair sight more genuine that that I'd bestowed on Hector) and continued at a slightly more vigorous pace.

The turn off to my granny's place was a much less traveled path, nearly overgrown in many places. This stretch of the journey tended to be very hard on normal clothing - I had gone through dozens of cloaks prior to reaching my 13th harvest - but on my 13th birth-celebration, before she disappeared, my mother had given me the red cloak that has become my trademark. "It is enchanted, my dear" she explained to me. "Not a powerful enchantment, but one you will find quite useful. It will grow with you, and it mends itself. The man who sold it to me suggested there was more, but he did not know what." This was some 6 years ago now; in that time I had discovered it was a bit more than what she had been told, and there was likely still more I had not discovered. My favorite feature was that it made me more difficult to see. Not invisible, but obscured. I made use of this feature often, and would be again soon.

About a mile along the path to my granny's, there was another trail - easily overlooked, probably a game trail. I had initially discovered it by accident - trying to dodge Hector's attempts to 'escort' me, I had tripped and rolled beneath a thick shrub where I could see faint traces of deer tracks winding through the growth. After Hector had passed by, I had followed the path through to the other side and found the trail to what would become my secret place.

I activated the obscuring enchantment on my cloak and made this turn now, through the thicket, and on the path beyond. The trail wound for nearly a mile through the forest, and eventually came to a clearing. There was a small pond, fed by a 10' waterfall. The pond was crystal clear, about 30' across and 8' deep at the center. Near the edge of the pond was a large, smooth boulder, gently warmed by the sun throughout the day (though still slightly chill this early) I placed granny's basket here, and proceeded to remove my clothes. I laid out the cloak like a blanket, and piled the rest of my clothing atop the hood of my cloak.

Now I could finally get to what I had come here for. I climbed atop the boulder and laid back, resting my head on the pile of clothes. I was still quite aroused from my mental wanderings earlier, but I wanted to take my time and enjoy myself completely. I began caressing my skin, trailing along from my legs, up my stomach, to my breasts. My fingers slid across my small, chestnut nipples, and they instantly stiffened. I let my fingers dance across them, light as a feather, back and forth, barely touching. I could feel my loins awakening with sensation, my juices flowing freely. I cupped my petite breasts, letting my nipples poke between my fingers, and gently squeezed. My back arched and my femininity cried out for attention, so I kept one hand on my breast, tweaking the nipple with increasing pressure, as my other hand snaked down below.

My hand slid down my chest, across my stomach and over my well-manicured mound of curly blonde hair. I traced a trail with my fingers through the patch and beyond, lightly brushing across the lips of my womanhood. Electric shocks jolted through my body, spreading from my saturated nether regions down to my curled toes, and up to the roots of my golden hair. With a single finger I slid between the lips of my pussy and caressed the little nub within. Stroking gently back and forth, I could already fell my first orgasm building. A second finger joined the first, and I increased the tempo. My back arched again, higher, as I slid those 2 fingers below and inserted them into myself. A slight gasp as I rode the wave of my orgasm up, up, nearing the peak. I withdrew my fingers to add a third, then drove them all home as I hit the crescendo. A moan, not quiet, escaped me as every nerve in my body seemed to explode at once.

I rode out the remainder of my climax with 3 fingers still buried inside myself. Gradually the orgasm receded, and with it my fingers. I lay on my cloak for several minutes, while little sparks continued to fire off at various points. After several minutes, I stood up, somewhat shakily, and walked over to the edge of the pond, thinking a nice dip would cool me off a bit, before I went back for another round.

I shuddered slightly at the feel of the chill morning air against my still tingling skin; gooseflesh speckled me from neck to toe. I waded into the water up to my knees, the chill shock sending another shiver up my body. I stretched my arms out over my head and dove in. The water was brisk and exhilarating; After my heady exertions moments ago, the clash of inner heat and external chill felt amazing. Not oppositional forces at war, but complementary ones restoring my energy.

I spent the next several minutes swimming around, until most of the warmth of passion had faded, then made my way back to the shore. I walked back to my boulder, water cascading down the length of my body, honey tresses clinging to my back all the way down to my waist. For a brief moment there was a sensation of being watched; I looked around the glade, but saw nothing out of place, so I shrugged it off and sat upon my cloak atop the boulder.

The sun was now riding higher in the sky and my perch was already beginning to warm; looking down at my lithe form, water droplets glistening in the morning sun, I started to feel a familiar warmth beginning below. As if by their own will, my hands crept down to the crease at the base of my torso; my right hand reaching for my femininity, my left creeping back up to my perky little breasts. Already my excitement was climbing; my left hand encountering already rock-hard nipples, my right discovering my opening soaking wet from more than the pond water.

Suddenly the sensation of being watched was back, stronger than before. My heart skipped a beat, though my hands continued their task without pause. I gazed around the clearing again; for a brief moment I thought I could see a pair of golden eyes peering at me through the growth, but after scanning the area I dismissed it. The feeling of being watched did not recede, however instead of making me want to stop, I felt even more aroused than before. I decided if someone was watching, I might as well give them a show.

My right hand continued below, alternating between rubbing and gently squeezing my clit, and sliding further to drive my fingers inside. At the same time my left drifted from my breasts over to the basket I had carried with me, reaching inside for the object I had placed at the top, just in case. As I drew that hand back, it brought with it a large, green vegetable - large enough to be a zucchini, it was in truth a very healthy cucumber. Though not an officially trained mage, I had a knack for the art and had picked up a few enchantments in my travels. One of them helped my plants to grow somewhat beyond their normal proportions. For obvious reasons, this was one of my favorite enchantments.

I brought the gourd-like cucumber down to meet with my still busy right hand, which I now used to separate my nether lips. With my left I brought the cucumber to bear, first rubbing the bumpy little nubs along its length against my throbbing clitoris. I could feel another orgasm building and a quiet moan escaped me. Continuing to rub it against me, I raised the dripping fingers of my right hand up to my mouth and sucked clean my own delicious moisture, one saturated finger at a time. My climax building, I brought my right hand and its freshly cleansed fingers back below. I switched the cucumber to the other hand, and using my left to guide it, slid it - inch by delicious inch - inside of myself. Gradually I pushed until I had a full 10 inches of it inside of me; now I started working it back and forth. I let my left hand move over to my clit and began attending to that part of me at the same time. With one hand stroking my nub, the other working my enlarged produce in, and out, I could feel the fireworks primed for explosion. With a barely restrained cry I hit the peak of my orgasm, the force of it nearly causing me to drive my helpful veggie all the way inside. Panting, moaning softly, I felt every nerve in my body jolt at once, while my own juices coursed from me.

Never had I cum so hard before; I couldn't be sure if it was the cucumber, the feeling of being watched (which I could still sense) or something altogether different. I secretly hoped someone ~had~ been watching. Perhaps Lucius, though it didn't seem like something he might do. Of course, you never really know someone, do you? Or their little secrets. Whoever it was, if it was anyone, I hoped they had had a good show. I withdrew the cucumber from myself and tossed it off into the brush. I attempted to stand on trembling legs, but had to sit and wait a few minutes before I had regained enough control over them. Once I could stand, I walked back to the pond and lept in for a quick rinse and cool-down. Once satisfied, I climbed back out and walked back to the boulder, grabbing my clothes and putting them on.

After dressing myself, I walked over to the edge of the clearing, near where I had thought I'd seen the pair of eyes. There was noone there, but I could smell a faint, musky scent. After exploring further, I discovered a barely discernable pair of tracks. I could not tell if they were fresh, but they were not made by someone unfamiliar with the woods. They also did not appear to be human. In truth, they looked like the paw prints of a wolf, though he would have had to be enormous based on the size of the prints. I examined them for a few moments longer; as I was about to dismiss them as not recent, I noticed something else. A sticky, creamy-white substance nearby; quite a bit of it too, from the looks. I had never seen it before, but the only thing I could think it resembled was semen; by the amount it could have come from a horse. I leaned in to examine further. It had an earthy, metallic scent to it. My mind raced with ideas, but none seemed plausible. My hand, again taking matters upon itself, reached out and dabbed 2 fingers into the stuff. I lifted my fingers to my face, first smelling, then daring to taste the liquid. Musky, salty, and still warm.

Puzzled, somewhat apprehensive (though more than a little curious) I stood and made my way back to the path. I would spend most of that day thinking about it, and most of that night dreaming up scenarios to explain it.