Disclaimer: This is a fantasy only and is not a reflection of any actual event involving the author or any known Wood Nymphs, which we know to be an endangered and protected species. It is simply a document of the wishes and desires this writer has for a couple Wood Nymphs who he happens to be quite fond of.

I have spent much of my life in or near the woodlands. It has always been somewhere I have found peace and relaxation as well as being a place of discovery and adventure. This is certainly a story of discovery and adventure. I suppose I have always known about wood nymphs. They are common enough in written stories and spoken legends. As a younger man, I never gave them a great deal of thought. Sure, I am not the only male to dream of encountering a lovely nymph in an isolated meadow of the forest, but I never put a great deal of faith into it actually happening.

As I have matured, I have learned more and more of this fascinating creature. There is apparently a variety, but the most rare and desirable happens to be the Nimble Wood Nymph. There is an abundance of legends as well as a collection of photos and very limited clues. The photos and clues are always somewhat vague, yet just enough to hook the imagination of the determined woodsman. Ultimately, enough to hook his heart as well.

Each time I have felt I was close to locating one of these elusive treasures, my hopes have been quickly dashed. But then I was left with another clue which left me energized rather than demoralized. A long hair caught upon a branch, the hint of a lovely fragrance in the breeze, a dainty footprint in the moss, or a faint giggle in the distant depths of the woods.

This endeavor... let's call it what it really is: this pursuit of my great passion went on for years, but, although I enjoyed myself, I realized I was getting no closer. After some contemplation, I came to the conclusion that I must change my approach. I began leaving little gifts. The sort of things one might think would appeal to any sort of lovely nymph, but especially one who resides in the woods. A variety of delicious treats - those not likely to be found in the woods, warm blankets for when the nights are chilly, Soft, yet firm cushions for them to rest their adorable, but delicate little heinies upon, cute little slippers, wool hooded sweaters, pretty bows and ribbons, feminine sparkling jewelry, which jingled as they danced through the forest.

While the gifts were always gone by the time I snuck back to capture them in the act of retrieving them, I was still no closer to capturing my lovely Nimble Wood Nymph.I again realized I must alter my approach. One does not find a Nimble Wood Nymph. She will find you, but only when you have earned it and only when you are ready. I began doing good deeds to improve her home. Picking up litter along the trails and edges of the forest, clearing thorns from the pathways, clearing dead branches and trees to open up meadows, building seats of wood and stone looking upon pleasant scenes and majestic views.

This all went well for several months, but then I had a brilliant, yet devious thought. I browse inappropriate websites frequently enough to be aware of services where one can have an exact replica of his erect member formed with a mold. Now, I have heard how persistent and horny little wood nymphs can be, so I purchased two and left them upon a recently built bench at the edge of the most pleasant meadow. As soon as I returned both were gone. As I left I could swear that I heard just a little bit more giggling and jingling coming from the dark shadows of the woods.

Now, although they sometimes post cute photos on a variety of subs on certain social media platforms, I do not believe they actually read anything, so I do not believe I will anger any lovely nymphs by adding a few interesting details. Although elusive and mysterious, nymphs tend to be quite mischievous creatures with incredibly voracious sexual appetites. I was hoping that once they became accustomed or preferably even addicted to the unique size and shape of my little fella, that they would soon be craving the real thing. And once the Nimble Wood Nymph begins craving something, she shall not be denied! Lastly (and certainly do not ever share this with any Nymph you are fortunately enough to meet), as one of Nature's most perfect creatures, Nymphs tend to take great pride in their physical gifts and can be quite naughty - even slutty when sharing those gifts.

This has been a rather long story leading up to my first delightful encounter, so allow me to get to it. I had been spending a cool clear morning working busily in the woods. I was again in my favorite meadow, sitting upon the very bench where I left the two naughty toys. I had made good progress and was relaxing for a moment in the sun. As I became drowsy in the sun, my eyes began to drift close. I imagined I could just capture a hint of the sweet scent of gardenias or jasmine and hear a distant jingling in the distance. As my head drooped and I began to doze, I imagined I could hear a faint giggling. I started awake when I felt something softly graze the back of my neck and swung my head behind to see who was there... Nothing! My heart was still pounding from the sudden surprise when I swung my head back around. Right before me stood not one but two slender and nubile naked little figures! Each incredibly lovely and actually radiating a brilliant glow. Their pale skin, scattered with adorable freckles and pink from excitement and/or a flurry of activity. Each quite slender and petite but possessing an incredibly pleasing feminine form. Long hair framing lovely faces and elegant necks. Strong shoulders and arms with fists upon their hips with no attempt to cover their perfectly sized breasts and nipples. Adorable tummies leading down to delightful little patches of hair between their legs. Their legs were shapely, yet sinewy and strong and, although I feared they would flee , they stood confidently, almost defiantly before me. They clearly knew that I was observing them quite closely and one after the other did a slow pirouette to provide me with a complete view. The backs of both Nymphs were firm and well-muscled, yet feminine and each derrière, although unique, was truly remarkable. One most incredible feature of each lovely Nymph which I have saved for last... Each nymph possessed the most lovely and radiant smile which had the most profound effect upon me that I was completely at the mercy of them both.

When the Nimble Wood Nymph allows you close, there are a couple things one must know. First, she can disappear just as quickly as she appeared. Second, there is a look in her eye, which makes a man desperately want to please her, but also an intensity which makes the same man quite fearful of the consequences of offending her. Pay attention to those lovely eyes and make certain you focus upon your lovey nymphs pleasure as much as you can. One more fascinating item.. as the lovely Nimble Wood Nymph ages, becomes more beautiful, sensual and graceful. This fascinating creature does not even come close to her prime until approaching her 50s. She not only becomes more and more beautiful, but a much, much better lover.

Well, my two new friends clearly wanted something. I felt a bit unprepared to meet two such lovely creatures. I was a bit sweaty and grimy and suspect I smelled of sawdust and chainsaw exhaust in addition to the sweat. But neither wrinkled their noses as they approached. Each took one of my hands with gentle smiles and led me to the shade of the far side of the meadow and upon a thick bed of moss. Their hands were as quick and nimble as their petite bodies and I soon found myself completely free of my clothing and boots. And, although I am normally quite shy and conservative, I found myself completely free of any inhibitions as well. That happens to be a very fortunate thing, because the Nimble Wood Nymph is an incredibly energetic and demanding creature. And did I mention mischievous? At first I was assaulted with their delicate hands, fingers and lips and felt their smooth bodies lightly brushing and caressing mine. It was as though I was being attended to by an entire flock of whispering, jingling and giggling humming birds. That is, until they decided they needed something more from me. Then, they became as forceful and strong as the mightiest forest predators and I was quick to succumb to their will.

I was soon lying upon my back in the bed of moss. One lovely nymph upon my chest and another occupied with a variety of forms of mischief elsewhere. The nymph on my chest gave me a very close tour of her feminine folds and crevices which I was eager to explore. Then she raised a little higher and I got a bit of a surprise - at least to an old timer like me. Each nymph possessed the most sparkly little butthole. Or so I thought, and I was eager to investigate more closely. This actually was some sort of fancy little plug inserted into each of their petite little bottoms. These have apparently become quite common places like Reddit and elsewhere. But I strongly suspect that these were introduced to our culture by our lovely woodland friends. Just one word of caution regarding these shiny little plugs... Do not remove one unless you are ready to insert something in its place. Whether it's a finger, your little feller or your tongue. If you neglect her precious little butthole, you will most certainly anger your lovely Nimble Wood Nymph.

Well, I soon had one lovely nymph riding my face while the other was riding my raging hard cock. They frequently alternated positions, and each seemed to do whatever she could to make certain her partner was receiving pleasure and enjoying herself. These extraordinary creatures possessed an energy and enthusiasm which is well beyond any human. They did not seem to need any rest, and only paused to allow me to rest and recover, but even then, there were hands, and lips and various delightful body parts all over my body. I am reluctant to go into too much detail as I would not want to offend either lovely nymph, but they each had the most delightfully tight little lady parts. One was a delightful innie, with soft, smooth cheeks and the other had a lovely, exposed labia, but this is not important. What is important is that neither used their lovely treasure as either a tool or a toy, but as an extraordinary gift. And their generosity with these wonderous gifts was extraordinary. And speaking of gifts... An orgasm for a lovely nymph is not only a gift for the receiver, but also for the giver. No two of the many, many orgasms were the same. Trembling bodies, wailing, screaming, shaking legs, spectacular fountains, clenching orifices, a multitude of gasps and sighs and tremors and much, much more. Some alone, but most in a complex variety of combinations.

One more important thing to share. I soon discovered that each part of a nymph's body has its very own unique fragrance and flavor. Do not fail to sample and explore each intimate surface, crevice, orifice and fold to unlock each of these wondrous delights. You will not only please your lovely nymph, but you will also experience something spectacular for yourself. Just a word of caution, these fragrances and flavors also happen to be quite addictive. Once each is sampled, be prepared to forever be overcome with cravings. I suspect it is the Wood Nymph's way of luring us back to please her over and over again. I consider that to be a very worthwhile and healthy addiction.

I swear there must have been a viagra laced pixie dust they were sprinkling upon me, because I have never performed for so long or at such a level - even as a youth. I seemed to be blessed with an older man's stamina, and a young man's cardio and recovery. As soon as I finished, they immediately had me ready to go and as soon as one had an orgasm, she seemed to rebound with renewed vigor, enthusiasm and lust.

We finally collapsed exhausted in one pile of bodies, sweat and body fluids - one lovely nymph under each arm and laying upon my chest and both gently snoring in unison. When I awoke from a cool breeze as the sun was going low, I was alone. I found my clothing neatly folded at my feet. As I dressed and headed home, I no longer suspected, but knew that I was hearing their distant giggles and jingles in the shadows. And I believe they knew that I would soon return.