The Abandoned Bird

© Pierre Bougie 2005

 

 

Illustrated by: Kirsty Blue 2257 compliance Please visit the above site

 

 

I have worked hard all my life, trying to please everyone involved with my work as a renovations contractor. Clients who change their minds once the work is half-way done but who refuse to pay for the extra costs involved in modifying the original plans and work schedule. The designers, who always ask for the most complicated things. And of course doing your best for all of them stretches the job and penalizes the next scheduled project because you can't get it started with the complete team…

And there were all of those extra hours spent on the phone in the evening, returning the calls of potential customers, reading blueprints, making calculations of all sorts to make sure you buy the right quantity of materials without risking of running short… but also without buying too much to keep things within budget limits. Then, when the whole project is finished and everyone is happy, you send your bill and wait for the check. Inevitably, there is always one in the bunch who tends to forget… and you need to politely remind them more than once, until after many calls and a possible threat, they end up paying, but not without trying to bargain for a discount!

Those days are finally over and years ago I have bought this lovely little cabin far into the woods, where there are no other living souls for miles around. This used to be government owned land and the cabin was that of the loggers who worked here some 70 years ago. I planned my solitary retirement over the years and gradually fixed the cabin on week-ends and during my vacations. It has now become a comfortable place where I can live freely and spend my days fishing, hunting or bird watching.

Yes, the big guy with strong muscular arms who has spent most of his life pushing at his crew and dealing with tight schedules, who carried tons of two by fours, ceramic tiles, sheets of plywood and materials of all sorts, and who occasionally had to use his bossy attitude to keep things in harmony has now become a peaceful person who walks around in the woods with his binoculars, a camera and a notebook.

The peacefulness that comes with walking silently in such an environment at the very beginning of a day, when the sun slowly rises at the horizon, is an experience I wish I had decided to enjoy much earlier in my life. When I leave the cabin at dawn, it is difficult to even see the path that leads to the lake below the small hill where the loggers decided to build the original construction. The birds have not yet begun to sing and it is complete silence in the dark forest around me.

I sometimes hear a branch crack or the sound of a small animal fleeing in the brush. There are deer, foxes, raccoons and al sorts of other furry little beasts around here and they are all curious and come near the cabin at night. So when I come out the door before the night is over, some of them get scared and rush back into the safety of their natural habitat.

Bird watching started one morning when I walked down to the wharf as it was still pitch dark. I had brought my chair and sat there for at least an hour motionless, waiting for the sun to rise at the other end of the lake. A flock of ducks scared the hell out of me as they hit the water only a few yards out to my right. I watched them as the light slowly shined on their feathers to make their beautiful colors more and more distinguishable. There were maybe ten of them nonchalantly swimming and diving in search for food. When the sun was high enough I discovered how graceful these animals were. With their beaks they groomed their feathers, sometimes opening their wings wide as if to show me how graceful they were with their plumage differences between male and female.

That same morning a woodpecker started to drill holes in a dead tree behind me and I watched him too as he searched for insects under the rotten bark… I learned later that the ducks were Mallards, and that there were dozens of different species of woodpeckers when I went in town and bought a book on birds and began to research the subject.

Mid-September is about the best period of the year for me, as the weather has turned cooler but the sun warms the day rather quickly. The flies and mosquitoes are a thing of the past and it is much more pleasing to be in the woods at this time. Today is such a sunny morning as I am wondering along an old logging road that has remained accessible by vehicle, if you have a four wheel drive jeep that is. This dirt road I often explore to find the best bird watching for the wooded area species. It eventually crosses an abandoned railroad track that I sometimes like to walk along also.
As I am approaching that railroad intersection, I hear unfamiliar sounds coming from the left. It is as if a feminine voice was singing or humming a song or something. I slowly approach the tracks and look in the direction where the sounds come from. What a surprise it is for my wide open eyes as I see the most beautiful creature walking on the iron ribbon in four inch high heels!

The girl has not yet seen me but I sure am staring at her as that very short dress has risen above her thighs and I can clearly see that she is wearing stockings on her shapely legs. She looses her balance and bends forward as her feet step onto the gravel bed on which the railroad was built. Her hands grab at the rail while her skirt rises even further up! I can now admire the white panties she is wearing and also see the garter straps pulling at those white nylons.

I remain silent and stay there, motionless, admiring those legs encased in the most wonderful of white stockings. Nylons have been a lifelong fantasy for me… They have always turned me on and I have not had many women wear them to please me, so I am now totally hypnotized by this very unexpected apparition! The lovely girl gets her stiletto heels back on the rusted iron track and she takes a few more steps forward, walking like a tightrope artist.

The sun is shining and I have already started to snap some photos with my digital camera. This is a dream come true and I am even wondering if the lady is real. But I do hear her heels click onto the metal ribbon on which she gracefully moves one foot in front of the other, as if playing a game all by herself.

I decide it would be better to let her know I am here behind her so I discreetly let my camera hang from my neck and call out:

- Hello, miss…?

She spins around to look into my direction and smiles at me. What a lovely face she has. Her short auburn hair is neatly arranged and frames a beautiful set of green eyes above prominent cheeks, a lovely nose and a smiling mouth with red lips one would love to kiss endlessly each time! The girl is definitely not dressed for a walk in the woods and I ask her what the hell is she doing here.

She explains that she has spent the night at a party with a new boyfriend. They drank a bit exaggeratedly and the boyfriend became aggressive. Late into the night, she told him to behave or else take her back home, which he accepted on the spot, really pissed by her attitude. They left the party in the wee hours of morning and along the way back to her place the boyfriend took a different road. He turned left, then right and eventually came upon the dirt road that leads to the old logging trail and the abandoned railroad track. She was confused as to where they could be and begged the boyfriend to take her home.

He stopped the car and tried to force her to have sex with him. She refused, so he opened the door and ordered her to get out. She stepped out of the car and the jerk left, abandoning this cute little bird all by herself in a remote part of the woods.

She decided to walk away and hide as she feared the drunk maniac would eventually come back. She never heard the car again, but after walking for a few minutes, she decided to stay on that spot, fearing that if she walked in the dark she would get totally lost. She had reached the abandoned railroad track. So being full of optimism, she thought it was best for her to remain there until the boyfriend would sober up and come back to get her…

- What is your name, miss?

- I am Kirsty. What's yours?

- My name is Peter. I feel very sorry for you Kirsty. I wish I had known much earlier that you were abandoned here by that jerk. I would have taken you to my cabin and offered you a nice comfortable bed and a healthy breakfast this morning, with coffee and all…

- You are very kind, Peter.

- Well, the offer still stands, I imagine you must be hungry after this crazy night spent with such a dreadful soul and then being abandoned way out in the woods…

- No I'm not hungry. I prefer to enjoy the warmth of the sun rays… I love to feel the caress of the warm light that hits my body.

As she playfully lifts her arms way above her head, she smiles at me in an innocent way. I love the accent she has… She must be European or something.

- You are so beautiful Kirsty… May I take a picture of you? I just LOVE your stockings, by the way… This is the type of garment that really drives me wild.

I can hear myself admitting the fact that she is really turning me on and I am afraid she will now change her friendly attitude and ask me to leave her alone, take her back home or something like that. But to my great surprise, Kirsty keeps her arms up and bends the knees while spreading her legs to the side a bit, which makes her dress rise up above the stocking tops, and all the way to the crotch of her panties!

- You can take pictures of me, Peter. I love to pose for the camera. Do you want me to take a special pose for you?

- This one is just fine…

I hurry to squat and snap another shot of her from below and the lovely girl keeps smiling at me, as if deliberately flirting or wishing to give me total satisfaction. Then she takes a fantastic pose where she rests her elbow onto her right knee and reaches with her left hand for the left ankle slightly extended to her side. Her legs are wide open and she offers her crotch area at my lens from behind a very small shrub, which makes the scene so very teasing! Kirsty manages to shift the weight from one leg to the other while still holding her knees apart. The small shrub with its few green leaves barely hides the white crotch of her panties and she sexily pulls the plant the side a bit… My cock is really itching now!

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