Tribute Story To Vrucamica : Spring Flowers Revis

Tribute Story To Vrucamica : Spring Flowers RevisA tribute story for the woman in the images embedded within this story, this is for you my Belgian beauty!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Vera looked past the man older man that appeared as if he were made of wire twisted into the form of a man, heated and bent repeatedly and then covered in leather. The tree line was just over 100 yards away and she knew the path into the woods well. She also knew that less than a quarter mile further on, the path split, and then split again numerous times, depending upon the turns a rider chose. The bay pawed the ground impatiently, but the wiry old man held the reins firmly in one gnarled fist as his blue eyes never left her face.?It is no use. He has left me again and there is no way I will find him as fast as he pushes that stallion of his.? Vera turned and gave the stable man a small sad smile. ?Just once, I would love for him to want me to be with him enough to wait for me.? The older man seemed to smile. He looked from her to the point in the woods where the trail began. ?You might as well take Geraldine back to the stable. There is nothing for me to do but wait now. Thank you.?The old man turned and walked her horse with its English saddle back toward the stalls. She thought sadly to herself that he might as well take her back there as well and take her ornaments off and brush her mane out. The thought brought an evil smile to her lips!!She had followed Max to the lowlands of Europe to explore and make discoveries together. What she had discovered was that he liked his wine and his solitude, and the buxom serving girls down at the inn. She tried not to think of them as she turned to go back to the changing room at the near end of the stables. She undid the ribbon that held her wavy light brown hair back. She saw the old man looking at her over the back of the horse as he led it into the doors leading to the stalls. She smiled. At least there was one man who liked to look at her.In the cool, dimly lit room she undid the row of pearl buttons and carefully folded it before putting it in her bag. She removed the knee high riding boots and then peeled the tight jodhpurs off of her shapely legs. She caught site of herself in the mirror as she took the folded clothes and put them in the bag she had brought. That brought the corners of her eyes up in a mischievous way.Vera had every reason to smile. Her belly was flat and strong, limbs beautifully shaped. The cascade of hair that tumbled over her shoulders varied from shades of dark brown beneath to almost blonde highlights from the summer sun. Her blue eyes always seemed to sparkle; one man had said they were wet gems shining with the tears of the men whose hearts she had broken. He had been a sweet man then. Now she was like one of so many other trophies he had collected. She was firmly his and all too nearly forgotten by him. Those eyes were moist now, but not from the tears of others. They were her own tears, tracing small glistening trails down her face. ?He had loved me. I know he did.? She said ruefully as she rubbed the back of her hands across her cheeks to remove the tears and try to erase her doubts.As she stood there alone with just the reflection of herself in the mirror for company, she took stock of her companion. She was neither tall nor short at 5?3?. Her chin and jaw held strong lines and her nose was cute, if she did say so herself. She wished her lips were fuller, but as she licked them, they spread out into a smile that came easily and revealed two rows of small white teeth that fit her perfectly.She looked lower. Her neck was long, thin and sensual. It looked fine, the way it flared nicely into her square shoulders. Her arms were strong and nicely shaped. God knows she worked hard enough on them in the gym! Her chest too looked nice and neither fat nor boney. But that brought her to what she thought of as her problem area.Closing her eyes, Vera shrugged off the shoulder straps for her bra and reached behind her and undid the clasp. It fell away, unimpeded; down off of her shoulders and to the floor. That was the problem. There was so little there to impede, or to attract. Max had asked her recently why she even bothered with a bra. Many of the men in the village had more need of a bra than she!! Turning part way to the side, she had to sadly agree with his appraisal. She wore the bra because? she always had. That and to cover the way her nipples hardened and lengthened when she got cold, or aroused. As she looked at herself, she wondered what caused them to harden so at this moment. Vera was not flat. There were small rises that held her nipples aloft, and as she cupped her hands beneath them and squeezed her breasts up and together, they not only felt good, they looked good as well. They were more than ?bee stings? like her older sister had called them once years keçiören escort earlier. They were! But not by much.They looked nicer because they sat above a perfectly flat stomach. Turning face on to the mirror, she had good reason to smile. Not many women over 25 could boast a tapered wasp waist like hers. And when it flared out for her hips, it was not due to fat. She had the perfect rounded forms of a woman in her prime.She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her underwear and pushed them to the floor. Now without a stitch of clothing on, she looked at the precisely trimmed tuft of soft brown hair that nestled at the top of her hidden women parts. She ran her fingers over it and down. It was not course and wiry like Max?s pubic hair. Hers was soft, and as her fingers wove their way down lower across it, the light touches of it gave her such delightful sensations.Her labia lips were there and visible. When she was younger, in school showering with other girls, she had been self-conscious to the point of wondering if there was something wrong with her. Most of her friends barely had anything visible down there other than a fleshy split of skin. She seemed to always have had sensitive flesh that peeked out. It had a stretchy texture that was always warm, moist?and a pleasure to touch and feel. Now her rubber pussy lips gave her a sexuality that maybe compensated for the lack of breast size. She felt so naughty as her fingers slipped to either side of the folds of forbidden flesh and squeezed them together. She shuddered as the tingling tightness crossed her belly and pulled the cords to make her nipples poke out harder before they tickled the pleasure areas of her mind.Reaching for her bag, she retrieved the belt that would hold up her stockings and then pulled out the rolled up nylons. She unrolled them over the smooth flesh of her legs. Years of being a tom-boy growing up had given her legs that were perfectly proportioned and though shorter than she had always wanted, they seemed to get a many a man?s eye. She knew when she wore the stockings and garters that men would appreciate her, no matter the language she spoke.She pulled on the light weight summer floral dress and slipped into the strappy sandals she had packed away, ?just in case? there had come an opportunity to eat someplace nice, or do some shopping. Neither would happen today though. Her smile sadly faded at that acknowledgement. She picked up her clothes and put them in her bag. Looking in the mirror, she could just see her nipples making the sheer fabric of the dress top hint at her immodesty. ?He thinks I don?t need a bra, well I guess I will just go without one. And to hell with the knickers also!? she said to herself as she picked up her boots and the bag and headed toward the car.Without looking, she very nearly bowled over the gnarled stable man as he was passing by. She apologized and he smiled at her. He did not miss the fact that she had on less clothing than usual. As she walked toward the car, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her as she walked away. She felt a guilty thrill run through her as she realized she was swinging her hips more than usual!! She was such a naughty woman!When she stopped to open the door, she glanced back and saw that the man had only walked a few more steps down the front of the barn and sat down on a convenient bench. He had a knife out and was beginning to carve on a stick. But his eyes divided the time equally from blade and wood to her. She pushed the bag into the back of the car and pulled out the case for her camera. It was an expensive toy she had gotten herself at Christmas. He had hardly noticed.Vera set off in search of scenes to shoot. She took some pictures of white daisies with yellow centers and a patch of purple blooms that seemed to carpet one side of a pasture. Max might be back in an hour. He might not return until nearly nightfall. It no longer mattered. She focused her life and her attention through the limited scope of the lens of her camera.?Prettier flowers and scenes are to be found out behind the stables.? Vera jumped at the sound of the gentle voice. She whirled around and saw the horse trainer standing just a few feet away, looking at her as the light breeze blew the frothy fabric of her dress in undulating waves across her body. There was something that was more than a simple invitation in his eyes.?Max will be back soon. I would hate for him to think I have wandered off on him if he came back suddenly.? A blush rose up into the cheeks of Vera as she looked at the man. Not old. He was weather worn, but not old. He might be 50, and strong. Wiry, strong and ? was that a bulge in the front of his pants?Spitting at the ground, the man looked toward the woods. ?I have worked for that fool for over a decade. He does not know a rose from a lily, a gelding from etlik escort a stallion,? and then turning and looking at Vera, ?nor a woman from a medal. He won?t be back for hours. And even then, it would do him well to think that maybe just once he has misplaced one of his pretties.?The man began to walk back toward the near corner of the stables. ?The stables are actually built on foundations centuries old. I think the flowers there are also old. At least I have never seen their kind before.? He walked on without waiting of even looking to see if she was going to follow. Vera looked at the tree line, over her shoulder, and then followed after the trainer.He was already at the foot of a broken walkway that led behind the stables, waiting as she turned the corner. The morning mist was rising in the valley beyond. How had she never seen this before? Vera handed down her camera case and then the camera and then carefully picked her way down the broken chards of stone.When she reached the last step, she heard the camera lens open and close. He was pointing it at her!! ?Please don?t play with my camera, it is expensive.? The man spat on the ground.?If by expensive, you mean overpriced, you are correct. You also have the shutter speed set too high to get the type of picture that you want using this lens and aperture.? He spit and before she could protest, he was moving different knobs and settings with crooked fingers and a light smile. Then he turned and took aim at a wall of vines climbing the back of the stable and snapped a few frames as Vera hastily made her way to him to retrieve her camera and make certain he had not damaged it too much!He handed her the camera, and her breathe caught. The viewfinder showed the wall that was before them, but she was seeing things she missed before! There were tiny golden and white blossoms hidden deep in the shadows of the foliage. And the dry wood of the old door that was there in the cracked white cracked foundation wall seemed to somehow be much more. He had framed them so the eye was drawn to them perfectly!?I told you there were pretty things back here,? he said softly. She looked at the lines of his face. They were smiling at her even more than his lips. And his green eyes looked into her own sparkling blue eyes and seemed to lock them to him. ?But as pretty as the greens are back here, you are without a doubt the prettiest flower ever to be back here in centuries, I?m certain.? His cheeks now brightened and Vera was uncertain if it was from embarrassment or arousal.?That man of yours is blind. Just like you never saw the beauty of these flowers until now, he cannot see you; not for who you are! If you would be so kind as to show an old man the mercy of allowing him a humble request. I?d like to show to the both of you, the woman that I see!?Staring into his eyes, she felt the sense of a hypnotic trance nearly wash over her. Every hair on her body felt every breath of air that moved past it, and yet she seemed surprised to see the camera now in his hand again. His smile was so sincere, so loving. It was almost the caress of a lover, sliding over her bare flesh as easily as his gaze touched and ran over her skin.On the steps coming down into his secret garden, she found herself surprised to look down and see her chest open and exposed to the cool air as it kissed and tasted her tight nipples and played a dance across her thighs. She smiled, knowing that she must be holding the hem of her dress much too high if the cool breeze was playing among the curls of her lower downy covering.Walking toward the edge of the small meadow, she was aware of him following her every movement. She stared down into the valley wondering if Max was down there fording a stream? or bedding another lover. She raised the hem of her dress and turned from the gray valley to look up at the lens of the camera.She walked over to what had once been a garden trellis, intricately and painstakingly kept and tended. The wild buds now flowered a brilliant orange. She walked over to them inhaled a scent of sweet promise that had her mind racing with images of men and women doing things in this very place long ago?things indecent.. Decadent.The tub of tiny purple blooms caught her eye and she walked over to look closer. Somehow her dress had come undone. She barely wore anything and what was more, she cared not a whit that she was exposed to the sky, the trees, to the camera? not even the old man, who was mumbling words incoherent as she put a foot up on the tub and turned and looked at him. She gave him a lascivious smile and then rolled her hips forward, exposing her pussy completely for the caress of the camera.Walking to the center of the former garden, she squatted down. It was not a lady like pose. The grunt from the man and the way he paused in photographing her to adjust the large bulge etimesgut escort in the front of his pants told her just how lewd she was being. It made her smile and she plucked up from the ground first one blossom and then another and gathered them into a bouquet of delicious scents and aromas that aroused her passions higher and higher. She even gathered in the scent of her own arousal, and looked down to see the petal of her own sexual bloom spread open, greeting the day and all with eyes to see.Smiling, she pulled at that flower as well and gasped at the feelings that coursed throughout her. She was alive and not dreaming!!! Awake and not just stumbling through life!! She was bare, raw, sensual and natural. She was one with the world around her, seeing it all for the first time. Over and over again, she knelt beside blooms and blossoms, both familiar and strange to her eye. The feeling of the morning warming and the sun shining on her bare flesh, on parts that had not been exposed for years was intoxicating! She reclined in the cool, dew laden grass and plucked a flower up and flipped it with a laugh at the camera. The voice of the man hiding behind it was thick with lust and desire as he devoured her body with the lens from every angle.?I need to stop? she finally said. I need to go and relieve my bladder? she said with a blush. ?The walk over there would do nicely.?She was not certain where that thought had come from. It was so wicked, so unlady-like. It felt so wrong and yet as her knees bent until her bottom rested on her heels, it could not have felt more right! She raised the hem of her dress. Was it to keep it clean or to let the camera see what she was doing? The thought ran through the base of her conscious thought as she emptied herself. Nothing had ever felt more natural, more her.She stood and looked around the dilapidated meadow of what certainly had at one time been a spectacular garden. The sun felt suddenly warm on her flesh. A shudder ran through her as she realized just how exposed she was. Quickly she gathered the filmy fabric to her and willed her thick fingers to work the buttons closed and to cover her. Once covered, she turned to apologize for her behavior. She was not at all certain what had come over her.When Vera turned around the older man was standing right there with a large bulge in his strangely old-fashioned pants. His hands rested on her hips and pulled her slowly to him. Her hands were on his hips. Or more honestly, they were searching the front of the old time pants that had no zipper, only a tied belt. The bulge was all him.Vera sank to her knees and then his pants were down to his ankles and she stared at a fully erect uncut cock, the size of which was nearly frightening. It was not that it was so long, but as she tentatively wrapped her fingers around the base of it where it flowed into the nest of tight curls, she realized her fingers would not completely circle it!Her nostrils filled with the strong musk of a man who had been watching her. He had been wanting her. He was excited by her! She felt the pulse of him pounding through the stretched flesh as it seemed to grow even larger to her amazement. She flicked the pink tip of her tongue out and pulled the foreskin back. There was the stale taste of piss and man. It was an intoxicating taste, and she devoured him!Time no longer had a meaning as first she used her mouth to please him and then he used her in ways so intimate and so cunning. He lifted her and wrapped her legs around his bony form and then slowly impaled her upon his thick cock. She gasped and trembled as she felt the velvet covered rod reveal the iron hardness beneath and it pierced her deeper than her womb. It filled her to the very marrow.When she finally felt him spend his seed deep within her, the universe collapsed in upon her in a torrent of emotions and sinfully sensuous sensations that left her head spinning, heart pounding and breathless. It was so overpowering she almost did not realize the meaning of the tender kiss on her forehead and the sudden emptiness she felt as she lost consciousness.?Vera! What are you doing down there?? Max called down to her. ?Have you not heard me calling you??She had not, but she had certainly heard the calling to be released and to live for herself. She smiled and looked for the old man of leather and steel, but she lay alone in the meadow. Her hand moved between her thighs to confirm that she had not been dreaming and found that she indeed had been thoroughly filled to overflowing by the now missing man. She picked up the camera which still showed the lewd picture of her squatting down and she smiled before she turned off the camera.It was more than just fantasy. She smiled to herself as she thought, ?It was even more than reality!?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`I wrote this for user http://xhamster.com/user/vrucamica . Her galleries are lovely and she is simply astounding!!!I hope you liked the story and the images. Please take the time to comment and like both, her images and my story. This will be my last for a while. I will be taking a break for good reason