Little Lost Nymph
Chapter 2 – Daylight
I stayed with Mac that night, sleeping for the first time in a human bed. It was very strange to be surrounded by all that fabric, but it was probably the most comfortable rest I had ever had. Normally, Nymphs make a sort of nest out of various leaves and moss and such. But this… I tried to explain it to him, but he finally stopped me with a kiss and a hug. I wore the glasses until he turned off the lights. To be safe, I layed with my body facing away from his. When he noticed that I wasn’t using the fabric as he was, he asked me if I was cold.
“Not at all,” I said with a slight giggle. “It get’s MUCH colder in the forest, Mac. Last winter, there was so much snow on the ground that it came clear to my chin.”
“And you were… you know, naked?”
“We don’t get cold. Not that it isn’t nice to be warm mind you. I love the feel of two bodies together,” I said as I reached back and caressed his thigh.
I felt him stiffen slightly, then roll over.
“Be careful Mac,” I said. “I don’t have the glasses on.”
“Are you kidding? I can’t see a thing. Besides, unless I miss my guess, you’re facing away from me, yes?”
His hands were sliding down my back to my hips, which he pulled closer. I felt his arousal and smiled.
“It’s true, I am facing away, but I can see quite clearly.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Almost as well as with the light from the… lamp.”
“Wow!” He replied most enthusiastically. “Kinda like a cat.”
“More like an owl. So you really can’t see me?”
“Nope,” he answered, his hands reaching over my hips and down between my thighs. “Not a thing.”
“Mmmmm….” I moaned in pleasure as his fingers began to stroke my center in a gentle but demanding way. A few minutes later, Mac came into me from behind. He took up a very slow rhythm that was much like my own slow torture earlier. My moans turned to pants, then to gasps, then to cries of delight as he worked me into bliss for nearly half an hour. We fell asleep like that, his body tucked against mine in a loving embrace. I was nearly humming with joy.
In the morning, Mac showed me another bit of magic that humans had mastered. He simply called it a shower, but to me it was more of a controlled waterfall. He explained soap and something he called, “shampoo”, and I tried each with varying degrees of success. The soap for example, was wonderful. It made ones body slick and very pleasing to touch and when washed away, seemed to magically remove dirt. I spent quite some time pleasuring myself with the soap. I was a bit more cautious about shampoo because of its strange name, but it too turned out to be quite delightful. My hair had never been so clean, and although it left me smelling quite perfumed (at least for a Nymph) it wasn’t altogether unpleasant.
I smelled human food cooking as I left the bath room, and had to explain to Mac that Nymphs do not eat meat.
“Figures,” he said with a slight frown. “Guess I didn’t think about it.”
I hugged him. “Thank you very much for the thought. I will have this very strange looking fruit while you eat.” I reached out for something yellow and very large. We don’t get many grapefruit in the forest, so it became an experience in new flavors.
“You’re not… offended or anything?” He asked as I took a bite of the fruit and made a funny face.
“Why should I be?”
“Well… Most vegetarians don’t even like it when other people eat meat.”
I assumed that by ‘vegetarian’, he meant me. “That’s silly. Many creatures in the forest eat meat. It is a natural and necessary part of the cycle of life, not something that should be offensive.”
“Sounds good to me,” he replied with a smile and picked up a piece of metal with which to stab at something in front of him. Why he didn’t simply pick it up with his hands, I do not know. Humans are strange creatures.
“So what are your plans,” he asked after a moment.
I thought about it. I still needed to find out where I was before I could get back home, and that would take time. Mac was the only one I trusted…
“I’m not sure Mac. I would like to find my way home, but I have to admit that being with you has been very enlightening. I don’t think I can survive outside of the forest, but I don’t know anyone that has ever tried. Either way, I should get back to my forest as soon as possible if for no other reason than to ask The Queen of Trees. She would know.”
“Who?” Asked Mac.
“The Queen of Trees. She’s… well, she’s… the one who knows such things. I suppose the Fairies might be able to help as well, but they are a busy lot of late.” I was scratching my head.
Sorry for the abrupt ending… More to come.