The following is a true story, well mostly true at least, as much of it is a little foggy in my mind for reasons that will become apparent as you read onwards.

I’m a nature lover, which has always been one of my main interests ever since childhood and indeed I studied biology at university. Every year I go on a nature focused holiday, either flying abroad from the UK, or sometimes making an adventure of it by driving my Jeep across the continent of Europe.

That particular year, I had booked a flight to the wilds of Romania and the rugged Carpathian Mountains. I was due to stay in a remote mountain chalet, joining a small group of fellow nature lovers to explore the area for just over a week. The Romanian wilderness is a sparsely populated place of small peasant villages, ancient castles, but mostly snow-capped peaks, rocky escarpments and dark forests. These mountains hide wolves, brown bears and lynxes along with their prey, such as chamois and ibex – not the usual type of critter you find here in Scotland.

One evening, our Romanian wildlife guide invited our group to a local tavern where they served local dishes, played folk music and drank copious quantities of ridiculously strong spirit. We all had a great time eating, drinking, chatting and dancing. As we had an early start the following morning, as is the case with nature trips, all of the group left for their beds at about 10pm, just leaving myself and the guide, who regaled me with scary stories of vampires and mysterious happenings in the forest whilst we both downed shots of fiery local liquor. As we were chatting, I couldn’t help but notice a sultry, olive-skinned, raven-haired woman sitting with what looked to be her brothers in the corner of the room. She kept glancing in my direction, which put butterflies in my stomach as she looked amazing, womanly curves in a traditional, burgundy-coloured, gypsy dress with a pattern of white roses sewn beneath her ample cleavage. Once I caught her eye, she smiled and wow, what a sweet smile and her wonderful eyes, dark brown and deep.

My heart dropped later as I watched her leave the tavern with her brothers, but noted her glance and smile at me as she passed our table in a flirtatious indication of her attraction to me. In turn, I could smell her light perfume and my groin swelled a little as is natural for a guy close to such feminine charms.

As midnight came, I said farewell to the very drunk guide and headed-out into the night for the short walk to the chalet. It was pitch black, with a light mist making it tricky for me to find my way. After some time, I found that I was lost in the gloom and was wandering along a rough track between trees; I could have been anywhere. My heart began quaking a little with growing trepidation, for in the distance, I could hear the unmistakable howl of a pack of wolves. I walked on a little and could hear the howls coming closer and closer, when the sudden crackling of branches nearby had me startled into running full pelt along the path into the darkness and swirling fog with something fast at my heels. Ahead I could see faint light, so I dashed in that direction to find a lantern above the door of a tiny, stone cottage with a grass-thatched roof. The door was open ajar and a woman’s hand came-out, pulling me roughly into the warmth and safety of a cosy little room lit by a flickering fire.

It took me a moment to adjust to my surroundings and catch my breath, while my pounding heart rate began to calm. In the corner of the room was a bed covered in animal furs, there was a small table and a rustic bench around a fireplace. Standing gazing at me from beside the fire was the beautiful girl from the tavern: “I knew you would come” she said in an exotic accent: “you were destined to come.”

“I’m sorry” I said: “I was lost and I ran, I don’t know where I am, but found this place.”

“Do not be afraid, you were meant to come to me” she said. Offering a wooden cup brimming with what looked like wine, she beckoned me to sit down beside her on the bench; the heat of the fire and close proximity of this amazing woman made me giddy. “Drink” she said: “it will make you strong for it is an ancient recipe, it makes a man strong, but gives power to a woman”. Strange thing to say I thought, but taking a tentative sip, it was sweet and spicy, delicious, but with a faint taste of bark and leaf. She had her own cup and she too drank deeply of the wonderful nectar.

We sat silently beside each other drinking and looking into the fire, her naked thigh brushing against my leg for her skirt was slightly rucked-up. I turned to face her and our lips met in a passionate kiss and soon our tongues were dancing and I was stroking her silky black hair as I pulled her towards me in a strong embrace. The sweet brew was powerful stuff, for my head started to spin as we kissed deeply and I began to feel faint with lust and delirium for this woman of my dreams.

As I came to, I was naked and warm within the thick furs of her bed, entwined between the equally-naked, tanned thighs of this enticing gypsy girl. My cock was stiff and felt bigger and harder than it had ever been, her hand was grasping its length and slowly pumping up and down; I growled with manly pleasure, kissed her and then lowered my head to her perfect, firm tits. I started fondling and sucking her brown nipples, flicking at them with my tongue until they stretched and hardened in my mouth. She moaned at the loving attention I was giving her and then gradually moved down my body to envelop the engorged head of my prick into her soft wet mouth. Her tongue danced over its sensitive head causing me shocks of exquisite joy.

After a few minutes of her licking, rubbing and stroking while fondling my balls heavy with seed, I was close to bursting, so reluctantly pulled out of her mouth and moved down her luscious frame to between her tanned thighs, her pubic hair incredibly soft like the fur of a panther. Finding her pussy warm and moist with desire, I licked up and down her slit and over her clit, over and over again, until she was squirming and shuddering in orgasm and clasping my head between her thighs.

“Come in to me now” she gasped.

I pulled myself up and on top of her as she grasped my rampant erection and guided it towards her sopping pussy, where I thrust gently into her, pushing deep, eased by her flowing juices. My cock felt amazing in this tight, warm, wet place and I moaned, as did she at the pleasure of being filled and stretched. I pumped into her slowly, building-up a steady rhythm of lovemaking, then faster and faster, in and out of her, all the while kissing and fondling. Strangely, in our throws of passion, I became vaguely aware, as if in a haze, that the thick furs of the bed and her soft skin were one in the same and her lovely eyes were those of a wild beast. It mattered not a bit for I was enchanted and there was no escape what was always going to come.

The rhythm of our fucking became faster and faster and with her hot wet pussy clamping onto my throbbing prick, I felt a pressure rising in my balls and along my shaft until the point of no return. Shouting and groaning, white spurts of cum streamed from my cock, shooting over and over into her willing and grasping pussy, The lovely girl screamed with pleasure, clawing at me and contorting in orgasm for the second time, as hot man-juice flooded into her. After our spasms subsided, we lay in each others’ arms, cuddling, warm in the furs until we drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke, the little cottage was empty and there was no sign of the girl. My head was spinning as I dressed and staggered out into the early light of dawn. I retraced my steps to the village and up to the chalet.

I never did see the girl again and to me now the whole episode seems like a distant dream. I wonder to this day, however, whether some of those wolf pups howling in the Carpathian woods have some element in their wild genes of a nature lover from a faraway land. What I know for certain is that there was something of the she-wolf in that mysterious, beautiful, gypsy woman.

THE END