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Gretchen hit the shower the second she entered the house. This week had been a total disaster and she needed to get far away from the world. She stripped off her clothes and left a trail of discarded work attire in her wake. She flipped on the water and quickly lathered up and rinsed off, letting the water caress her breasts and flow down between her legs and across her slit, enjoying the brief sensation. After toweling off, she went to her room and grabbed a pair of cargo hiking shorts, a long sleeve cotton T-shirt and a pair of white socks.

While Gretchen was not like the rail thin girls you often see on the covers of magazines, her full breasts and hips made her exude a sexuality that men found arousing. It was almost like she triggered a very basic mating instinct. She didn’t hand out sexual favors like candy to anyone who might come along. However, when she did find someone appealing, years after the fact they would still have a hormonal reaction just thinking about an encounter with her.

She sat down on the edge of her bed and hurriedly pulled on the clothing, intentionally leaving off panties as she wanted to feel the air tickling her neatly trimmed blonde fur for the rest of the evening through the oversized leg openings of her cargo shorts. She moved quickly as she was not going to take the chance of her phone ringing and upsetting her escape.

Having dressed, Gretchen went down the hall to the back door where her backpack and hiking boots lay next to the door. Her pack was already filled with camping necessities, so all she had to do was make a quick dash into the kitchen and grab a couple of bottles of water and some military food packs that a friend had given her. As an afterthought, she reached into the ice box and grabbed an unopened bottle of Cella wine, complete with the perfect for camping twist-off cap. She quickly stuffed the food and drink items into her gear and stepped out the back door carrying both the pack and her boots.

Sitting on the rough concrete of her back steps, she slipped on her boots and tightened up the laces. Luckily, the back of her home faced a large forest, otherwise somebody might have seen between her spread legs the ample soft lips that covered the entrance to her sex that was enjoying the breeze that drifted in one leg hole and out the other. While Gretchen enjoyed the sensation, her mind was fixed on getting away and into the woods as soon as possible.

With her boots now comfortably fitted, Gretchen slung her backpack over her shoulders and cinched the straps while walking towards the quiet forest. It was late September and the first smell of autumn struck her nose as she crossed the border from yard to woods. It is always relaxing to feel the change of weather from one season to another and Gretchen felt the stress of the week begin to fall away as she followed a deer trail farther from civilization and closer to nature. She figured she had two to two and a half hours of good light left, so she planned to camp about 2 miles back into the woods. Just far enough to drown out any sounds and lights from the world she wanted to leave behind for a day.

After an hour of walking up and down some beautiful valleys, Gretchen came upon a rock cliff rising directly up in her path. It looked like a fantastic spot to spend the night so she dropped her pack and untied her tent from its bottom. She had put up this tent many times so the whole process only took about ten minutes. She then pulled out her sleeping bag and unrolled it in the roughly six foot square dome tent. She placed her pack to one side of her temporary quarters and began preparing for the night.

Gretchen walked around gathering stones that lay on the ground near the cliff and created a fire pit about fifteen feet in front of the tent. Once the four foot circle was complete, she gathered dead wood from the area and piled it into place so that a little later she could build a roaring fire to make the scene complete. What she did not notice during this activity was the ring of mushrooms that made another circle about 30 feet in diameter from just in front of the tent to the other side of the fire pit, with the pit itself just about centered.

There is a name for these odd formations: a faery circle. For thousands of years they have been believed to be mystical places where the world of the real and the fantastic overlap.

As it began to get dark, Gretchen arranged the firewood and some kindling and started the flames with a butane lighter she always kept in her backpack. As the day drifted off to night, the flames made a dancing light in the area of her camp. She noticed that the fire was burning blue and green rather than the normal red and yellow, but she dismissed it as something about the wood she had picked up.

She kicked back and opened the bottle of wine and drank it straight from the bottle, feeling a little like some hobo from a depression era film. Gretchen had no intention of getting drunk, so when she began to feel a small buzz she recapped the bottle and set it by the tent.

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