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Jenny checked her backpack for the third time. Normally she was prepared for all eventualities; you never know what can happen on an outing, even if it was well planned. But this company outing is going very differently than expected. Ryan and Jenny lose the group, get lost deeper and deeper in the woods and dusk falls. This erotic short story is perfect for women who love a combination of suspense, romance and sex.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
Jenny Beller
Erotic short story from the forest
Jenny Beller
Erotic short story from the forest
Romantic story
Erotic
Jenny checked her backpack for the third time. Normally she was prepared for all eventualities; you never know what can happen when you go on an excursion, even if it was planned well in advance. Bandages and a complete first aid kit, a pair of spare socks, rain gear, a fleece against the cold, a topographical map of the region, sunscreen, a hat and emergency rations took up a considerable amount of space. These things, together with her sleeping bag, would carry some weight on her slender shoulders, but their presence would reassure her somewhat. For she had to admit to herself that she was not reassured. When Brad, the HR manager at "Sliponatora", the publishing house where she worked, mentioned the idea of an outing to "strengthen team cohesion" at a meeting, she had secretly hoped that it would just be forgotten. As far back as she could remember, she had always preferred the safety and predictable monotony of cities to the wilderness. Once, when she was little, she had let her twin sister Lucy talk her into camping in the family garden. The experience had been short-lived. When she heard the rustle of the wind in the branches of a willow, the peep of a barn owl and, above all, the inconspicuous croak of a toad near her tent, she decided that nothing would ever replace the shelter of her bed again. Since then, she had kept her word. She had kept a safe distance between herself and nature. She was doing very well with it. To her chagrin, the idea of going out had not been forgotten. Quite the contrary. She had not counted on Polly-Ann, with whom she shared the delicate task of carefully sifting through the hundred manuscripts the publisher received every day to find the rare pearl. Her friend, she didn't know why, adored Brad. Of course, his athletic body, which he accentuated in his tailored suits, was a big plus for him. Unfortunately, he also knew that he was very popular with women and had a bad reputation as a heartbreaker. Polly-Ann, with whom she had been in a brief relationship for a week - a record, he thought - had not yet recovered. However, that didn't stop her from supporting everything Brad said loud and clear. Therefore, she made the idea of the outing an almost divine duty that everyone had to submit to. One by one, the ten employees of Wonderful Reading allowed themselves to be convinced. The principle was simple. The team would go on a hike through the Shoshone Forest, which was famous throughout the state of Montana where they were lucky enough to live. After six hours of hiking - leisurely according to Brad - they would pitch their tents and bivouac around a campfire. Hamburgers, marshmallows, songs and ghost stories would be on the agenda. To make matters worse, he had ordered that mobile phones and other networked devices would be strictly forbidden. Jenny had found an excuse not to attend. She wanted to look after her nephews on the day of departure to help out her sister, who had not found any other childcare option. But when she told Ryan about her plan, he blew her escape plan. Ryan was her favourite of all her colleagues. He was quite tall and had a harmonious figure. His hair was constantly moving, Venetian blond and fading slightly into red. This colour accentuated the soft green of his eyes. When he smiled - which did not happen often enough for his taste - they shone like emeralds. He also had a delicate dimple on his cheek that she always looked at. He had a very soft and soothing voice. Although he didn't boast about it, he regularly sang in a choir in his neighbourhood. Jenny had secretly visited and listened to him at each of his performances. He had an angelic voice that was strong and powerful and put her at ease. She had never dared to tell him about it. At the publishing house, he was in charge of writing the rejection letters to unhappy writers. He personalised each of his letters and paid them respect and a rare sensitivity. He had a wonderful pen. She had never dared tell him that either.