FORBIDDEN DESIRES

“Yes, I will stay hidden watching you, my beauty. Somehow, I know that this is your way of allowing me a glimpse of you, without making it too obvious to others how much you want me. And only I can understand that… or understand you…” the lusting man murmured as he continued to beat his erect six-and-a-half-inch dick with his hand.

From behind another tree, another shadowy figure was keeping watch over the newly bathed Diwana as she started to dress herself. He had already feasted on the vision of her naked body several times since the very first time he had followed her home after she would sell her dishes and pastries at the lumberyard.

And in his mind, he truly believed that Diwana was aware of him following her, which is why she would take these baths in the middle of this hidden forest pool. Of course, he never tried to show himself to her during her special exhibitions since he also believed that he shouldn’t be the one to first show how much he wanted her.

After all, she was the first one to show him her willingness to please him. It should only follow that she be the one to tell him first about her feelings for him.

Funny though, that it never occurred to him that what Diwa was doing had absolutely nothing to do with him. That it just might have been something she was doing for herself. Oh no, he was very VERY sure that this busty and desirable female was doing all of this to assure him that she did have feelings for him.

“So yes Diwa, I will wait until you’re strong enough to approach me directly and invite me to your bed where we will finally consummate our love,” the sinewy but short man gasped in glee as he continued to pleasure himself. “I will wait patiently for that to happen. Meanwhile, I will maximize the chances of watching your curvy, smooth naked body from afar and imagining what I will do to it once you come to me of your own free will.”

And again, it never occurred to him that the young widow was in no way a woman who would admit her feelings to any man, no matter how much she liked him. Besides, she's not one to just fall for any man.

Diwana always believed in connection... sincerity... honesty. Which was something so many people didn't get...

No, in his mind this woman wanted him, lusted after him. Yet was playing hard to get…

And out of the magnanimity of his heart, he was letting Diwa play her game. But once she could no longer hold back her passion for him, he would make her wish that she never played with his hidden desires.

“Oh no, this bitch will regret playing with me and I will make sure that she remembers her lessons well,” he snarled as he finally felt himself getting closer to his climax, images of his future plans dancing in his head. “I… will… have… you… and no one… else… will ever come… near you! You are mine… all mine!”

A few seconds later, the man finally came, his thick seed spurting on the wild grass and foliage around him. He also noticed that the woman he was watching had now picked up her basket and had already left the pool.

He smiled to himself as he zipped his pants up, not even bothering to wipe or clean his hands and dick anymore. “And as usual, she leaves me hoping I will follow her. Well, I will just have to disappoint you again, Diwana. I won’t play your game. But you will play mine soon. I’m definitely sure of that.”

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Diwa was rushing away from the pool, this time with the more familiar feeling of alarm and danger in her bones. She didn’t understand why but the thought of being watched while still feeling safe had now been replaced by that invasive, scary sensation of being spied on unwillingly.

Much as she was extremely troubled over the impression of being observed by someone she felt was a threat, it would hurt her more that she would lose her special time in the forest due to this strange unwanted presence.

“I’ve been feeling that for a while now, and I keep telling myself I should just stop if I don’t feel safe for one reason or another. After all, I go to the pool for peace of mind and if I can’t find it there anymore, I shouldn’t keep going back there. But I just so love the place. Who the hell would want to invade my privacy while I bathe and why would it scare me so much?” the still-frightened widow said to herself as she kept walking briskly and swiftly away.

Diwa kept moving instinctively, knowing by heart this part of the forest, since she had used this area as her place of peace and refuge when life became too tough for her to handle ever since she started living in Mendez. After all, she’s been doing this since the first time her dearly departed husband had brought her here as a young mail-to-order bride. So Diwana was certain that she could get home with her eyes closed.

But would she truly get home safely this time?

Just as her panic was about to trigger a full-blown anxiety attack, she smelled a fire burning from a few yards in front of her. And something was cooking, so she knew it was not the beginning of a forest blaze.

Di walked a little faster toward these comforting and familiar smells. And again, she didn’t understand why but at the sight of the small tent, a canvas-covered motorbike against a large ancient tree, and the broad back of a newly found friend sitting in front of a small campfire, it all instantly brought back the feeling of safety to her in a rush.

And the young stepmother couldn’t help it anymore since she knew she really needed to feel safe again, and just seeing him sitting there was already doing wonders for her frazzled emotions. The anxious widow ran towards the auburn-haired man as if her life depended on it!

And maybe it really did…