Rapture in Green

"Rapture in Green"
As she had done every weekday evening for six years, Brenda held onto a leather strap dangling from the bar when the man-bun-sporting bus driver braked as hard as he snapped his chewing gum. It perturbed her whenever he nearly overshot the bus shelter.
"Would you kindly lower the steps, please?" Brenda asked the uniformed maniac as she paused near his transparent pandemic-era barrier. "Damn, dude. It's not like I'm asking you to kiss my ass," is what her precocious alter wanted to add.
Glaring up at his longtime passenger, he popped his wad of gum twice in reply. Then he lowered the steps so aggressively that she had a flashback to her favorite amusement park's funhouse stairs, which seemed ready to munch at her feet as she dared to escape to safety.
Safety was an afterthought to the bus driver, who shut the door seconds after she leapt from the steps and into the bike lane, where an oncoming food service cyclist nearly flattened her like a Looney Tunes character. From the bike lane to the bus shelter measured about a yard, and her Olympic high jump to safety took its toll on her lungs.
However, Brenda's true test of courage would involve reaching sidewalk's end without stopping for a puff. Peering outside of the bus shelter, she counted to her magic number and dashed out to the path. Suddenly she heard brisk, rhythmic footsteps immediately behind her. Eight men in muscle tees and running shorts streamed out of an elite athletic club like clones in a sci-fi film.
As the brawny men ran past her, she felt overwhelmed by their musky sweat and thunderous, synchronized rhythm. She really needed more than one puff now. Ahead of her, the urban clones already were looping their laps, and even in sunnies she faintly could make out the large perspiration stains on the lead android's chest and his swinging balls.
Telltale lightheadedness lasted a split second, but her blurred vision took a minute to be resolved. If she were to have hallucinated Newton's pendulum via the joggers' split-screen montage, surely she would have fainted on the spot.
In the nick of time, she scuffled over to a building's rear black gate. By now, her breaths were shallow; her throat, dry. She doubted that she could make it to sidewalk's end, never mind around two corners to her residence. Fumbling in her shoulder bag for her inhaler, she sensed her calves' muscles on the verge of collapse. Just then, she heard a swishing sound in the air. Several feet away stood a tall, green and handsome tree. "My superhero," she whispered amidst wheezing.
Like a hesitant toddler, Brenda seesawed her way to Tree. She was mesmerized by his dark brown branches that seemed to extend themselves to embrace her. In her oxygen-deficient state, she imagined Tree encouraging her in raspy baritone: "Do not waste time reaching for your inhaler. I will rescue you. Come relax beneath me."
Gazing up at Tree, she was transfixed by sunlight's persistent gleaming on his copious leaves. With each passing moment, her excitement over the gradual lightness of her voluptuous body in contrast to Tree's firm, hard bulk flooded her brain with endorphins.
Her dire desire to insert her device and puff-puff herself into an albuterol high diminished with each gentle, hushed command wafting down from Tree's divine height. Brenda's curiosity was piqued, evident by her erect stance and her obliviousness to an endless sequence of disembodied stares.
Surrounded in green splendor, she was primed to obey. When Tree coaxed her, "Touch my firm bark," she wrapped her palms around his textured girth. "Feel my healing energy," he urged. Enraptured by Tree, she anticipated his every word. "Open your mouth," he seduced her. "Suck it all in ... as much oxygen as you can stand."
Every day since rising to adulthood, Tree had watched the object of his desire and affection walk past him. Now the length and thickness of his bark stiffened upon seeing his reflection in his human's adoring, doe-like eyes and hearing her meandering murmurs and dissonant moans.
Brenda sighed, imagining every cilia on her skin and inside her body tingling from the oxytocin rush of caressing Tree and accepting his ligneous reciprocation. The heat index outside competed with the fire between her rubbing thighs. She wished to envelop Tree's entire trunk, to climb all over him, to explore his knobby anatomy and veiny leaves.
Aroused from head to toe, she envisioned her bronchioles expanding. Instead of suffering painful chest and back spasms, she surrendered to the sweetest convulsions and delighted in her deviantly dripping sap.
While Tree's leafy branches whistled their approval amidst sunset's colluding breeze, Brenda rejoiced in receiving erotic resuscitation. Pure oxygenated pleasure was hers now and whenever she wanted. No co-pay required.
(c) 2024 by Gabriela
Thanks for watching my video and reading my micro-short by way of a description.💋
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[@naturemyeyes]

Great and interesting video my friend. Have a nice day!

[@gabrielapaulinho1luv]

Thank you! You too!🌲🌿🌳🙌🏼

[@davejefferynf]

Wonderfully done, my friend ❤

[@gabrielapaulinho1luv]

Thank you very much, Dave.🌳🌬🌿🌝😊

[@onceuponacity]

Mother nature is glorious, vibrant green.

[@gabrielapaulinho1luv]

Amen, sister.🙌🏼 And it feels so good to love and respect Nature's gifts (including trees' enabling us to breathe) and to bask in Its splendor.😊🌳🌸🌿🌲🪺🐦

[@EventyrsorenDenmark]

Nice shots ❤❤❤

[@gabrielapaulinho1luv]

Thank you kindly. Nature is AWEsome.🙂🌲

[@Daveinbangormaine]

It’s beautiful.

[@gabrielapaulinho1luv]

Ohhh, thank you, Dave.🌳🌿🌲🙌🏼