The Girl in The Forest

By Kayla Muller

"The Girl in The Forest" is a romance novel that follows the story of David's love for the mysterious girl he encounters in the woods. From his unyielding desire to the exploration of kinky fantasies, this book takes the reader on a thrilling journey. 

Fall in love with the enchanting story of David and his mysterious girl. The scenes created between the two characters draw you further and further into the narrative. With its relaxing tone, it is the perfect read for those who wish to escape from the real world and lose themselves in a captivating tale. So take the plunge, and join David as he tries to unravel the mystery of the girl in the woods. 
 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maria Jaime
• Release date: Mar 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215369012

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Table of Contents

My neighbor

Tempting Sin

Carnival temptations

Après-ski

Sinful

In the office

In paradise

By pirates

At night at the lake

Adventure in the shopping center

The Evil Twin

The girl in the forest

The other man

The bachelorette party

The wedding

At the service of my boss

A reunion with the Steinkamps

The Girl in The Forest

Author: Kayla Muller

My neighbor

W riting is sometimes hard work. Especially when it feels like thirty degrees outside and the sun is shining from a wonderfully blue sky. The temptation to just grab your bag and drive to the bathing lake is insanely great. But my readers are waiting for another erotic novel. And so I get a chilled bottle of mineral water from the fridge and sit down in front of the PC again. The next erotic scene is ahead of me. I start typing with concentration.

But now the heat on the outside is joined by the heat inside me. I just can't stay indifferent while writing a scene like this. Often enough I caught myself with my hand in my panties.

But writing with one hand is very slow and so I force myself to stop stroking and massaging my pearl.

I get up and go to the balcony. I look at the small garden below me. This is almost completely occupied by a pool, which seems incredibly inviting to me at this moment. The tenant below me moved out a week ago and so far there doesn't seem to be any new tenants there. I am at odds with myself. I had a second key. Tamara, who had lived there before, left it with me and never picked it up again.

It wouldn't hurt anyone if I cooled down a little. I hesitated only briefly, then I put on my bikini, grabbed my towel and the key to the downstairs apartment and ran down the stairs. As a precaution, I rang the bell and waited. When nothing stirred, I unlocked the door and entered the strange apartment. The cut was exactly like mine. Only without furniture and with the white walls it looked completely different. I crossed the living room and opened the patio door. I threw the towel on a sun lounger with the keys and climbed a ladder into the pool. The water was wonderfully cool. The pool was big enough for three strokes.

Maybe I should talk to the landlord and see if I couldn't just swap apartments. I smiled. With the pool and the small garden, this apartment was beyond my financial means, I knew that for sure. But one could still dream.

I put my forearms on the edge of the pool and looked around. A large, dense hedge surrounded the property so that the neighbors on the right and left could not see in. Tamara, the previous tenant, had appreciated that because she had a penchant for sunbathing naked.

Only I could see the garden from my balcony. I rolled onto my back and floated on the water. Splendid! This summer broke all records for warmth and hours of sunshine. I let myself drift for a while and thought about my manuscript, which was waiting for me upstairs in my apartment. The tingling scene was stuck in my head, but the right words just didn't want to be written down. I closed my eyes and tried to put myself in the scene.

The scene took place in a sauna in a snowy mountain cabin. With the water around me, despite my best efforts, it was not possible for me to put myself in it. I sighed and climbed out of the pool. I dried off, thought for a moment and put my towel on the sun lounger. I stretched out on it and closed my eyes again. Concentration!

The sun's rays warmed up my skin in no time. Warm, warmth, sauna...

I slowly slipped into the scene. My hand caressed my breasts, which were still in the wet bikini top. Without further ado, I first took off the top, then the panties. Close your eyes and focus.

Again my fingertips glided over my breasts. My nipples hardened as I gently twirled them between my thumb and forefinger. In my mind's eye I see a man watching me. No, there are two men in the sauna looking at my naked body. I spread my legs and place them to the side of the couch. My hands glide playfully over my breasts, down to my stomach. On to my thighs. It tingles between my legs and I know creamy moisture awaits me when I finally touch myself there. But I take my time. Imagine how my sight makes the two men in front of me horny. How their cocks get stiff and they jerk off themselves. I groaned because I'm enjoying the scene exceptionally well so far.

I can't take it anymore and spread my labia with my fingertips. My fingers slide through, dispersing the moisture. I gently massage my pearl, which is already greatly enlarged and longs for special treatment. I groan. The men come closer. They want to see how I spoil myself. I penetrate deep into myself with two fingers. One of the men in the sauna licks his lips. I wave him over to me. He leans over and sucks my labia into his mouth. Then he gently nudges my pearl with the tip of his tongue and fingers me.

My fingers pushed harder and harder into my pussy. My pelvis jerked and my body bucked. I moaned and enjoyed it.

I lay breathless on the couch and looked up at the blue sky. Now I finally knew how to write the scene. I jumped up, grabbed the towel and the keys and hurried across the apartment to the stairwell. I always took two steps at a time. The door didn't open fast enough for me and it slammed shut behind me. Naked as I was, I sat down in my desk chair and started typing.

I only woke up from my trance when I heard noises in the hallway. Voices came up to me. I crept to my front door and opened it a crack.

Put the couch in the living room against the left wall, I heard a male voice say. The bedroom closet behind the door.

I quietly closed the door again. My heart was beating like crazy. Obviously someone was moving into the downstairs apartment. If that guy had come just a little over two hours earlier, he would have caught me doing it myself on his patio. Dear goodness! Just the thought of it made my face flush with shame. I quickly pushed the thought aside. Who would want to move down there? The voice giving the instructions had been unmistakably male. She didn't sound old either. So a man.

Of course, it was also possible that a couple would move in this time. I crept onto the balcony and looked down unobtrusively. What I saw there made me freeze. My bikini lay next to the sun lounger.

I was so electrified and obsessed with writing the next scene earlier that I forgot to bring him back upstairs. I heard the patio door open downstairs and retreated to my living room. To be on the safe side, I also closed the balcony door.

How embarrassing was that? I once broke into someone else's apartment to use the pool and was promptly caught.

At that moment my doorbell rang. My gaze flew down at me, I was still naked. I quickly grabbed my oversized sleep shirt and pulled it over my head. Then I opened the door.

In front of it stood a tall man with blond hair. I put him in his late thirties. Immediately my gaze fell on a piece of cloth in his hand. My bikini! The blood rushed to my cheeks and I thought feverishly whether I should simply claim that this bikini belonged to Tamara, the previous tenant.

The man in front of me gave me a friendly smile. I'm Sven. I'm moving into the apartment below you.

I liked that he spoke to me so confidentially right away. I nodded at him, smiled and tried hard not to look at the bikini in his hand. I'm Lily. Welcome!

Sven's gaze flew over my appearance and stayed on my bare legs for a moment too long. Then he raised his hand with my bikini. But before I could get out my apology, he said, I think it fell off your balcony while it was drying.

Puzzled, I took the bikini off him. Of course, that was the best excuse ever! I grinned at him in relief. Thanks very much! I'll better fasten my things.

We both looked at each other smiling. I realized again that I was completely naked under the shirt. I immediately felt my nipples harden. When the silence lasted too long, I said: If you ever need anything, just let me know.

Sven winked at me. I like doing that. See you later. With long strides he ran down the stairs and disappeared from my field of vision. I closed the door and leaned against it in relief. Sven. So so. He was attractive and nice. It would certainly be interesting to live so close together with him.

A few days later my doorbell rang again. Jens was standing in front of it. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts. He stood barefoot in front of me and anticipation tingled in me.

I wanted to ask if you would like to have a glass of wine with me downstairs. Sort of like my debut.

I didn't have to think twice about continuing to torment myself with my manuscript in the sweltering heat or whether I wanted to have a drink with my attractive neighbor. I grabbed my key and stepped into the hallway. I'd love to, I said.

I looked around his apartment curiously. It was very modern and minimalistic. The cabinets had clear fronts. There weren't any knick-knacks around. The room was completely dominated by a huge dark gray couch set up in front of a large TV.

I'm a film and series junkie, explained Sven with a wink. Then he gestured towards the terrace. Shall we sit outside?

I nodded and followed him. Here Sven had a comfortable seating set with two rattan chairs. There were two bottles of wine on the table, one red and one white. In addition, grapes and a plate with various cheese appetizers. A man with style, I thought and sat down. I avoided any view of the pool and sun lounger. It still embarrassed me to think how close it was that he would have caught me doing it to myself here.

Sven was the perfect gentleman. He asked me what wine I preferred, poured me some and offered me some of the cheese and grapes too. He was very talkative and told me that as an IT consultant he travels a lot in Germany.

It was really pleasant to chat with him. He made me laugh with some stories that happened to him in hotels.

It was getting darker and a little cooler. After the heat of the day it was very pleasant. Sven lit a pair of candles and I couldn't help but wonder if we would end up in his bed today. Did I want that? The answer was definitely yes. Sven had a very athletic body. The upper arm muscles were pronounced, although not at bodybuilder level. But that was fine with me. Sven leaned forward and lit the last of the large floor candles. I looked longingly at his butt. How I would like to hold that in my hands.

I sat back and decided to let Sven take the lead. He had organized this romantic evening. Surely he already had a plan how he wanted to seduce me. I thought it was nice for a change not having to take the initiative.

Sven sat down again and poured us both more wine. Now we've only talked about me the whole time. What are you doing?

That was the question I love and hate at the same time. I sipped my wine. I'm a writer.

Of course, the counter question followed immediately: What are you writing about? Sven leaned forward with interest.

I looked into his eyes over the rim of the wine glass. Mostly erotic novels and short stories.

His pupils dilated and he quickly licked his bottom lip. I had him, I felt that very clearly. A delicious ache spread through my abdomen. I knew I would have great sex today. I was all the less prepared for his next words. Sven glanced at the clock and said in a regretful voice: Let's call it a day. I have to get up early tomorrow.

His words were like a cold shower for me. Stunned, I got up and followed him through his apartment to the front door.

It was a very nice evening, Lily. I hope we do this again soon. He kissed my cheek and I walked up the stairs to my apartment.

What just happened? I could not believe it. I was just thrown off cold. Sven wanted me, I could see that clearly in his eyes. So why had he just kicked me out of his apartment? I just didn't get it, but my ego had taken a serious hit.

The next few days stayed so hot. I avoided Sven as much as possible. The rejection was still nagging at me, but I didn't want to let it get me down. I finally had a manuscript to finish. But I was hopelessly behind my schedule. And it wasn't just the murderous heat that was to blame, but also Sven. How should I write erotic scenes when in real life a man spurned me?

A knock on the door snapped me out of my musings. I got up annoyed and opened the door. Sven! I was just missing that. I tried to smile at him as neutrally as possible. He must never know how much he had hurt me.

Hello Lily, he greeted me. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Stuttgart now and won't be back until tomorrow evening.

I shrugged indifferently. Why was he telling me this? Have a good trip, I forced out.

A package may be delivered tomorrow by Amazon. Could you perhaps take it?

Ah, that's where the wind was blowing. Of course, I answered boredly and pointed to my apartment. I have to go back. I have a deadline. I gave him a cool wave and closed the door. Then I sank to the ground and drew my legs up. I really wanted this man. The fact that he had basically rejected me only made him more irresistible to me. I slowly got up again. He wasn't around now. It was time I got back to my manuscript. I resolutely turned on the fan, placed a bowl of cold water under the desk, and sat down at the laptop. My feet were pleasantly cooled and I was finally able to concentrate. I wrote more than I have in a long time.

As it got dark outside, I leaned back, exhausted. I was finally able to write the longed-for word END under my story. I sighed happily. My stomach rumbled loudly. I dried my feet and went to the kitchen. Cold air hit me from the fridge and felt soothingly on my hot skin. I would have loved to have rolled myself up and put it in the fridge. Despite the darkness, it was still blazing hot.

I made myself a salad and ate it at the kitchen table. I opened a bottle of my favorite wine. Hey, I just finished a project. That was allowed as a reward. When I finished eating, I strolled into the living room. What should I do now? I didn't feel like watching TV at all, but there was no way I could sleep. I was way too excited. A blue shimmer outside my window made me curiously step onto the balcony. Sven had apparently forgotten to turn off the automatic pool lights. Blue and inviting, the pool beckoned me. I remembered the refreshing water and the wonderful way to cool down. I had a thought. Sven wasn't there. He'd never know if I...

No! I couldn't do that. Breaking into an apartment where no one lived was a story. But an inhabited apartment, that was a completely different caliber. That was criminal.

I went back into my living room and sat down on my sofa, wine glass in hand. But the thought of refreshing water on my skin would not let me go.

Sven wouldn't know. Nobody would surprise me.

I jumped up and took off my clothes. In the bathroom, I grabbed a towel, briefly considered putting on the bikini, but didn't. Nobody would see me. I would just quickly get in the pool and then get out again.

I hastily ran down the stairs. I opened Sven's door with Tamara's second key and walked through his apartment. I didn't look left or right. I didn't want to spy, just bathe. That's how I calmed my bad conscience.

I climbed the ladder into the pool and let myself drift. A pleasant sigh escaped my lips and I looked up at the starry sky. I did a few strokes and then told myself to walk again. But it was so beautiful here. So quiet. I enjoyed the cool water for a few more minutes, then climbed out of the pool. I dried off and was about to go back to Sven's apartment when someone grabbed me from behind and pressed me against the wall. I cried out in shock, but immediately a hand pressed over my mouth.

Aren't you ashamed to break into someone else's home?; a male voice whispered in my ear.

I was scared to death. Was that a burglar who surprised me here? But how did he know that the apartment didn't even belong to me?

I tried to fight back, but the guy held me tight.

Calm down, I heard, and a suspicion grew in me. I knew that voice!

Sven! I was quite sure that my neighbor had overpowered me and was now holding me. My fear was replaced by anger. What was that supposed to mean?

Again I tried to free myself, but Sven just laughed softly and kept me pressed against the wall. His body was close to mine and I could feel his arousal. This bastard got excited about my defenselessness! That was the height!

I felt a hand sliding down my side, laying on my bottom and kneading it. This reminded me that I was completely naked. A tremor went through my body. But to my astonishment, it wasn't fear that moved me, but pure lust.

I no longer understood myself. I was mugged and wanted to be fucked?

Sven's mouth was against my ear and I heard his breathing getting heavier. His hand wandered between my legs and again I tried to push him away from me. No chance. His fingers slipped between my labia and he felt the same as me. I was soaking wet and that moisture didn't come from the pool water.

Steven laughed. That turns you on, you horny bitch. Your cunt wants to be fucked by me.

His words were rough, as were his fingers, now digging deep into me. I moaned into his hand but tried to spread my legs.

Yes, he was right. I wanted to be fucked. Again and again he pushed into me and it wasn't long before my body twitched in a tremendous orgasm. If Sven hadn't held me, I would have sunk to the ground.

Sven didn't leave me alone, but dragged me to the seating area. He pulled down his pants and shorts and sat on a rattan chair.

Get down, he commanded, and I dropped to my knees without protest. He grabbed my head and pressed it onto his hard cock. I opened my mouth and took it in deep. Sven gave me no chance for initiative. He held my head and set the beat. I had trouble breathing through my nose. He thrust his cock deep into my throat. Although the situation was extremely dignified for me, I felt my pussy tingling again and had to admit that I enjoyed being used like this. I clenched my thighs and wondered if I could stroke myself with one hand. Before I got around to implementing this idea, Sven eluded me.

Turn around, he ordered harshly. I crawled around on my knees and went into the dog position. I usually liked to fuck like this, but the terrace floor was extremely hard. My knees were already hurting.

I felt Sven position himself behind me. He grabbed my hips and entered me with a single thrust. I screamed. He was well stocked and filled me completely. At first I thought it was too much, but with each thrust from him I got more and more used to it. Sven touched places in me that I had no idea. I whimpered, knowing that the next orgasm couldn't be far off.

Sven had incredible stamina. Faster and harder he fucked me. I no longer had to stroke myself, but came with a scream. My body jerked and my arms couldn't hold me anymore. I fell to the floor as the waves of orgasm gripped me.

I must have passed out for a moment because when I woke up I felt Sven lift me into his arms. He walked a few steps with me and I felt the pool water wrap around my body. It burned like hell on my hands and knees where my skin had been torn through the ground. But I enjoyed the floating feeling.

Sven came into the pool after me. He stood behind me and pulled me into his arms. I leaned into him and wondered at myself. Shouldn't I have been mad at him? After all, he scared the hell out of me.

I knew right away your bikini didn't fall off your balcony, he told me, his hands cupping my breasts.

How did you know that? I really wanted to know. What had betrayed me?

Wet footprints in the living room, he replied.

Of course, I hadn't dried off properly when I went upstairs. After all, all I had in mind was the sauna scene.

But your punishment is not over yet; he growled in my ear. That sound made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. What else did Sven have in mind?

He wasn't a man who liked flowery sex, I was aware of that after the robbery. I waited breathlessly for him to continue.

His hand slipped between my legs and rubbed me there. When I'm done with you, I've got two friends I owe favors to.

Terrified, I wanted to tear myself away from him. But Sven didn't give me a chance. He held me with one arm. The other hand rubbed between my legs where my pleasure flared up again.

I've already told them about you, Sven whispered in my ear. They're very keen on getting it on you. And I will watch.

I moaned and voluptuously rubbed my butt on his stiff cock.

Does that turn you on, you horny piece? He pinched my stiff nipple and I winced. You need it hard. One cock is not enough for you.

Sven turned me around and pressed me to the edge of the pool. He picked me up, slipped between my legs and pushed his cock inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and welcomed him. I didn't care what else he planned to do with me. At the moment only our desire counted.

Our bodies moved so violently that the water splashed around us. Sven moaned louder and louder and I didn't hold back anymore. My hands gripped his shoulders and I collapsed as my core exploded. Then it went black around me.

I woke up and had trouble opening my eyes. My whole body ached and for a moment I wondered if I had been in an accident. I couldn't remember. My hand slid over the silky sheets and I jumped. That was definitely not my bed.

I sat up briskly and looked around. I lay in a large bed with dark blue linens. A large mirrored closet was still in the room, otherwise it was empty. A look under the covers confirmed that I was naked.

Where was I? A burn between my thighs reminded me of last night. It wasn't a dream. I had actually broken into Sven's apartment and illegally swam in his pool. Then he attacked me and screwed my brains out.

I sank back into the pillows and smiled at the pleasure he had given me in his rude ways. I stretched happily. Then I remembered what he had announced to me. He wanted to get two friends who also wanted to climb me in his presence. Did he just say that to increase my horniness? His words had definitely been effective. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so satisfied.

At that moment the door opened and Sven looked in. He wore only jeans, his upper body was bare.

I felt the blood rush to my face with embarrassment.

Good morning, he said, handing me a cup. Coffee! I gratefully reached for it and took a sip. Sven sat down on the bed and looked at me questioningly.

How are you doing?

I smiled. Good, thanks.

Sven nodded. So you're ready for part two of your punishment then?

I widened my eyes in horror and slid a bit off of him. Wasn't that fun? I asked.

Sven shrugged his shoulders. Did you like it last night? he asked a counter question.

I nodded reluctantly and felt myself blushing again.

Good. Then trust me. This will be one of the most amazing experiences of your life.

I felt a sweet tug in my lap. My body believed him and wanted more. But my mind blocked it.

Sven got up and pointed to the door. If you don't want that, go now. Otherwise you know where the bathroom is. My buddies will be here in twenty minutes. With that he left the room, leaving me pondering.

He was right. What should happen if I let myself get involved? It wasn't my first threesome or foursome. Determined, I threw the covers aside and went into the bathroom. A hot shower revived my spirits and I exited the bathroom expectantly.

Sven was already waiting for me. He eyed my naked body. I had to force myself not to cross my arms protectively in front of my body.

At that moment the doorbell rang. My pulse shot up. At first impulse I wanted to hide in the living room, but Sven clutched my upper arm. Not a word, he said.

He opened the door and two men entered the apartment. They were about the same age as Sven. The men greeted each other but ignored me. Then Sven introduced me. This is Lily, my neighbor. You first have to teach her that she shouldn’t climb into someone else’s apartment.

I got blood in my face. Why did he humiliate me like this? I tugged at my arm unwillingly, but he held me tight.

Now the two men looked at me with interest. They walked around me, touched my face and chest. I felt a little like cattle in the market. Despite this, or maybe because of it, my pussy got wet. She contracted expectantly and it was only with difficulty that I could prevent my clenching my thighs.

Pretty, the dark-haired man said, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I winced slightly.

How is she in bed? the other asked.

Sven laughed. A little reluctant at first, but then all the more fiery.

I hung my head in humiliation, wondering if staying here had been such a good idea.

The dark-haired man unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underpants. He pointed to the floor. Well then, show what you can do.

I slid down and willingly opened my mouth. He shoved his already hard cock in and I picked it up. My tongue licked it. I grabbed his balls with one hand and started massaging them gently. He groaned and I bit back a smile. I liked giving men oral pleasure.

I felt a hand on my butt and winced. She stroked me and then slid between my thighs. The man laughed triumphantly. "Sven, you've found an intact piece. It's already