Cactus flower




Isn’t it funny how the things in life you’ll never forget happen when least
expected and from the least likely events.

Many years ago it started with the idea of taking a camping holiday in late
September. Few people would be camping then. Just five days traveling to State
Campgrounds in the southwest desert States. No fixed itinerary. Simply start
in the morning, drive towards a symbol on a map, get there in the afternoon,
pitch the tent, maybe hike around the trails a little, get a fire going and
take in the splendor of the big open sky. There are a lot worse ways to spend
five days. It also helps if you’ve been single for most your life. It’s easy
to be alone. You’ve learned to be happy with it.

It was on day three when I drove into a campground which was located in a huge
desert valley. In the huge expanse of burnt rock, it was an oasis of green
thanks to a comprehensive irrigation and sprinkler system. If these man-made
things didn’t work for a month, the desert would quickly reclaim its own. I
rolled through the parking lot in search a spot that looked good. The place
was totally empty save for a single dome tent at one end of the campground,
far away from the amenities block. I decided to pick a site equally distant
from the washrooms and that tent. After checking that the restroom was in good
order and there was nothing wrong with where I was going to put up my tent, I
walked over and deposited my fifteen dollar overnight fee in the honor box,
watching that lone tent and wondering who might be staying in it, why a
vehicle wasn’t near it, and other questions of curiosity that were just as
nosy. I then stopped to look at the valley walls turning into murals painted
with deep orange and red as the hot afternoon sun set quickly into evening. I
remembered what I was really here for and I got back to my campsite to settle
into some quality solitude.

The early evening was still warm and those nasty flying insects that can
plague exposed skin seemed to be finished for the year. It was a perfect
evening for shorts and a T shirt. I quickly put up my tent, collected some
firewood and got a nice fire going. I laid back against a log on the grass and
just took in the beauty and quiet of nature. Long shadows and the bright bold
colors of the canyon walls gave way to muted shades and the sky was taking on
deepsea blue. Some of the more assertive stars were making their appearance
early, but over my shoulder the master of this evenings sky show was taking
the stage. Like a huge orange balloon defying gravity, a big beautiful
full-moon was on the rise. This sort of serenity and natural beauty doesn’t
exist in the city and I was so glad that I had taken this trip. I took comfort
in feeling like I was the only one in this magnificent earthscape and it was a
moment where it felt so good to be alive to experience it. About then, and
just off to my side, I heard a gentle female voice:

"Hello. I hope I’m not disturbing you."

I was very surprised because I didn’t notice anyone beside me, and mildly
annoyed that my soulful indulgence was interrupted, but I didn’t show any of
that as put on my friendly face and twisted toward direction of the voice. I
saw a young woman a distance of ten feet away, sitting in the grass on her
knees, facing me. The fire was already illuminating all the objects in my camp
and I could make out that she was smaller than me, with long blonde hair and
wearing what seemed to be a top and thong both made of buck-skin. She waited,
smiled and then continued in her very sweet and friendly-like tone:

"I was passing by to go to my tent and I noticed that you were the only other
person here in the campground. I thought I’d just say "Hi"."

I began to think. I suppose by being a city person, your thoughts often direct
you not to do dumb things which would get your name into newspaper obituaries.
If a male traveling around alone is pushing the notion of dumbness, then a
woman out by herself, in the middle of nowhere, certainly was asking for
trouble. Of course she had nothing to fear from me, but it was odd that she
would come up to a total stranger in a deserted campground and infer that she
was alone. On the other hand, her finding out who I was made perfectly good
sense too. I had to assume that she camped out alone a lot. She sat there
patiently smiling, like she was waiting and hoping that she wasn’t intruding.
Something came into my mind and I said:

"Hi... I was wondering who else was here in the campground. I’m glad you came
by to say hello."

I could see her relax a little as she sat back on her heels and gave a slight
sigh of relief.

"Oh good. I can understand that people want their privacy and space and I was
a little worried that I might be disturbing that. Call it a woman’s intuition,
but somehow I felt that like me, you haven’t talked to anyone for days. I
thought maybe you wouldn’t mind."

I had to smile a wide smile for her cordial honesty and perception. She was
correct in that I hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences for the entire trip.
I didn’t think it was magic that she knew - my theory was people of a like
mind do tend to connect on a common plane. I could feel that she too spent a
lot of time alone. It was about then that it finally hit me like bolt of
lightning. It was how she looked. She was gorgeous. Never in my life had I
seen such raw beauty.

The campfire light gave her lovely face a wholesome radiance. Long eyelashes
waved over big almond shaped eyes giving her an exotic, dreamy look. A small
cute nose and full ruby lips only added to her allure. And her lovely
appearance was not temporary - she wore no make-up. Soft, fine golden blonde
hair cascaded over fitness muscled shoulders, while large beautiful breasts,
perfectly round and upright, pushed hard against thick but still strained
buckskin straps. Her flat, firm stomach stretched down to a femininity narrow
waist that seductively flared to folded womanly hips before two impressively
toned thigh muscles sloped to knees nestled in the grass. The defined and
tapered biceps adorning her long elegant arms completed her perfect and rugged
female physique. Her smooth and firm, tanned skin wonderfully complimented her
terrific shape. She was for certain the most beautiful flower ever to step out
of a desert. I had to struggle from the shock of her sudden beauty to maintain
a mind that could respond to the friendly manner she presented. She must have
felt easy enough with me to really try to engage in a conversation, and she
leaned forward in a very friendly manner to say:

"My name is Shara. What’s yours?"

By this time I was able to look past her enticing and dangerously supple
beauty, and connect with her genuinely lovely personality. I told her my name
and from there I couldn’t believe how easily our conversation went. It was
like we knew each other from way back and we were simply catching up on recent
events. I couldn’t remember ever being so comfortable with talking to someone
before.

I learned that Shara was in her mid-twenties, single and lived in a town forty
miles away. She taught lessons at a fitness club part time, and best enjoyed
spending time camping in the desert. Her "outdoorsiness" certainly
complimented her athletically muscled appearance - which wouldn’t have
tolerated an ounce of fat. Just beautiful, dangerously supple curves.

As she spoke she told me of how beautiful the desert could be and that she had
just found the most lovely spot on the rise not far behind us. She thought it
would be a fantastic vista at night, especially with the full moon. I could
tell she wanted me to see it. Shara beamed an encouraging smile and whispered:

"Come on, take a look with me." and then stood up. She turned and walked away
on bare feet. Her long, strong step flattened a path through desert weeds and
dry grass alike in a line away from the fire. I had to watch her graceful
lope, which looked more like runway model stride with one foot in front of the
other, coupled with a sleek skating motion. Her head was upright while her
muscular back was straight - pushing her chest forward. She was virtually
motionless above her waist as she moved. It was a walk that was so confident
and powerful, yet wonderfully elegant - a walk that would standout from
thousands, attracting an avalanche of second looks. It was damned sexy. Yet,
even more striking was the definite toughness of this beautiful woman. Like
nothing could hurt her feet, she didn’t look where she stepped. She obviously
went barefoot a lot. I, on the other hand, was not going to be so daring and I
called out to her:

"Hey wait a second while I get a pair of shoes on." She stopped, turned and
smiled an irradiant smile.

"Oh no, don’t. You should really feel the desert under your feet. Leave your
shoes there. Come on, you’ll be okay. Don’t worry." The gentle coaxing from my
attractive, new found friend made me throw better judgment to the wind and I
hopped over the log and jogged barefoot toward her myself, confident that I
had nothing to worry about. I felt the excitement of the adventure as my
senses quickly heightened in the dark of the desert and my eyes adjusted to
the light. Away from the fire, everything shimmered in silver from the
moonlight. It was like the earth was under a bright spotlight and details were
clear in front of dark shadows. The effect was truly something to behold. A
city person could never imagine anything like the open desert under a clear,
full-moon night. The experience became especially warm and wonderful when
Shara gently took my hand to lead me in the direction of her special place.

I knew Shara was anxious to show the spot she’d found when her pace quickened
as she pulled me through the tamarisk. I had to resist against her firming
grip to slow her progress as I stepped carefully for fear of thorns and sharp
pebbles. She looked back to watch my tentative motions and she finally
stopped.

"I’m sorry, it looks like this is really hard on your feet" she said, and I
looked up to see her apologetic expression. I suddenly felt very humbled by
her toughness. Although she was barefoot, she walked over the sharp, rough
earth like someone wearing hiking boots. I then took a good hard look at her
feet - powerful, big and wildly attractive. Her pretty, unpainted nails set in
large, strong and nicely shaped toes swept up to great, high arches and
gorgeously tapered ankles. Her full, meaty soles bulged out with strong
muscles and thick, sandy skin. I had never seen such a stunning mix of
femininity and strength before, and like everything else about her, Shara’s
feet were damn sexy. She let go of my hand and said to me in a totally
unperturbed and understanding tone:

"Okay, just watch my feet and step in my footprints." and without hesitation,
or a second thought, she just raised her knee - and stomped the ground in
front of her. The impact made a loud thump in the earth that rose volumes
above the ambient insect noise of the desert. I looked down to see Shara’s
shapely sized ten making a burrowing motion into the hard ground under her
full weight and heard the sharp sound of grinding rocks and twigs. At the same
time she raised her other bare foot maybe 18 inches and stomped it down in
front of her with the same great force. I watched in awe as her back foot left
a distinct imprint in the unforgiving ground behind her. She resumed in the
direction of the ridge, only now pounding and grinding her bare feet into the
hard desert floor for my benefit. What incredible feet! I stepped into the
first footprint and felt bumpiness under my foot, but not the sharp pain of
pebbles as before. I looked to the next footprint and aimed my foot into it as
I began to literally follow in her footsteps. She had already increased her
pace over when she was leading me by my hand, and I was soon two or three
steps behind. I watched the ground in the brightness of the moon as stepped
and I could see that the rocky and thistled ground had given way to vegetation
the few yards in front of me and I halted. It was ground cactus. I could
remember how I felt the thorns of the stuff through the sides of my hiking
boots earlier in my trip. Thinking to go around, I stopped and looked ahead at
Shara. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. In a straight line, and unabated
by any peril to her feet, Shara was still stomping through the deadly sharp
cactus carpet - beating out a line of shadowed footprints for me to follow in.
In fact she was more concerned about a few overhanging scrub branches than
cactus thorns beneath her feet. I took a deep breath and stepped to where her
bare foot had been only moments before. I felt broken thorns in the mushy wet
of the crushed plant, but any discomfort to my foot was drowned by a rush of
arousal. Through the most lacerating terrain imaginable, here was this sweet,
beautiful woman nonchalantly pounding out a path for me with her bare feet!
Her strength and hardness was such a turn on. I stepped into the next
footprint not feeling the broken thorns still sharp enough to hurt my feet,
but thinking only of the incredibly sexy bare foot that had so easily crushed
those vicious needles only moments before. I could feel my desire for her
surge with every thump from her incredible bare feet. I followed her like a
moth chasing a light. She reached the bottom of the ridgeline and like a
jungle cat, sleekly scampered up a terrace of huge round boulders. I followed
in hot pursuit, ever watching her magnificent shape and the amazingly
invulnerable foot-bottoms flashing me on.

I climbed over top the last rock and jumped down into a small, flat clearing.
The clearing’s edge fell away sharply to the dried river bed below in front
and to the left. To the right the ridge kept rising with a single huge tree
clinging steadfast to the layered rocks. The vista was indeed breath-taking,
just as Shara had promised. The stark beauty of the desert canyon, irradiant
from the moonlight, ironically looked like a forbidding but enticing
moonscape. With the crooked shadows of the strange leafless tree all around,
the place was both eerie and romantic in a surreal sort of way. As I stood
resting to catch my breath I watched Shara, who was not even breathing hard,
standing with her back to me, taking in the beauty of the moonlit desert
scene. She turned and spoke in a quiet yet excited manner:

"So what do you think? Isn’t is wonderful here?"

I looked at her with my heart beating in my throat. I wasn’t thinking about
scenery, I was fixated to her beauty and the amazing demonstration from her
feet. I felt comfortable enough to say what I was thinking, so I spoke
inquisitively:

"Yes, great place, but... I just have to ask you... and please don’t get me
wrong... how did you ever get such tough feet? I thought walking barefoot on
cactus would be impossible - but you can actually crush it flat with your bare
feet! It was totally incredible... how did you do that?" I waited, being not
sure of her response, hoping that I didn’t offend her or worse. Instead a wry
smile formed on her lips.

"Hmm... interesting you’d notice that. I guess my feet have gotten pretty
tough and strong from all the time I spend walking and running around barefoot
in the desert. I don’t like shoes either so I’m always barefoot. I also keep
my feet deadly tough for the classes I teach." she said, sounding curiously
charmed that I would ask. I took it as a lead to find out more about this
awesome woman.

"What do you teach that would ever have you make your feet so strong and
tough?" I inquired, with genuine interest.

"I’m the Martial Arts instructor. I have a 4th Dan Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do
and I’m an expert in fighting with bare feet." she acknowledged with a
distinctive pride in her voice. I sensed she was quite passionate about this,
and she became more excited as she came closer to me and continued.

"It gives me an awesome feeling when I put my foot clean through a stack of
bricks or concrete blocks knowing that most people couldn’t do that using a
sledgehammer. And to look at their amazed faces. It’s so empowering, it makes
me feel... well... superhuman."

Still smiling and without inhibition, she reared and kicked her leg up in a
lightning jab - off to my side and at head height. I jumped back from the
heavy thump that came from the rock face behind me. I looked to see her long
leg fully extended and her foot pressing hard against a round rock the size of
a watermelon. That small boulder had been encased in nature’s concrete for
millions of years. No one could have imagined its fate in the 30 seconds after
Shara smiled at me and said:

"Watch this."

Standing firmly on one leg she brought her raised foot back horizontally. Then
with toes curled back and the thick, tough, blade-edge of her sole forward,
she fired her bare foot into that rock. My mouth dropped at witnessing the
force of the impact. Without pause she pulled back and launched her foot again
and again into the same spot with at least the same energy. Like a rapid fire
canon she relentlessly pounded that rock with her big, beautiful ironhard bare
foot: five... ten... fifteen times! The unearthly din of her foot piledriving
and the cracking of stone was frightening, and the sandstone mortar fixing the
rock crumbled under the barrage. Soon all that kept the boulder supported was
the force of Shara’s pummeling bare foot. She stopped and stepped back. The
rock fell to the ground in four broken pieces.

I had no words for what I had seen as I stood in awe and shock. My mind could
not comprehend that a human being could break a stone like that with her bare
foot. I looked to her and saw her lovely round and full breasts, gently
heaving while she caught her breath. She had an expression of accomplishment.
With friendly eyes locked on mine she stepped toward me. I took a small step
back and cautiously returned her smile.

"I like my feet." she declared in low, sexy tone and kept approaching me. I
could feel a charge of sexuality coming from her - and it was certainly
igniting mine. I watched her full, red lips as she asked me: "So what do you
think of my feet?"

It was beyond my wildest dreams. This lovely-natured, unreal beauty was
turning me on like never before. At that moment I would have done anything to
have her, and I answered her in total honesty"

"Your feet are gorgeous Shara - they really turn me on."

Her eyes opened wide at what I had said and she rose up to be slightly taller
than me. I glanced down to see that she was standing on the very tips of her
pointed bare toes and she continued to come closer to me like a barefoot
ballerina.

"Hmm... I like that answer. Guys are always hitting on me for my tits and ass
- sometimes getting seriously hurt in their persistence. They didn’t heed how
deadly my feet were. But someone who likes my feet - well that’s different. I
just have to know how much you like them - enough to kiss my foot."

By this time I was backed into a crevice between two huge exposed roots of the
tree. My instincts of preservation were ringing from the predicament of being
caught in the middle of the desert with a woman who could easily kill me with
her bare feet, but oddly I felt more like I was immersed in cauldron of
passion for this gorgeous, powerful, smiling babe. With my heart pumping and
breathing short breaths, I nodded my head to accept her wish. She raised her
leg like a dancer and with toes pulled back, slowly pressed the extended,
rock-hard ball of her foot firmly into my lips and pinned my head against the
tree. The quarter-inch thick Amazon-callous armoring the sole of her awesome
foot felt like living concrete, but instead of feeling its pain, my spirit was
soaring with sexual excitement from this barefoot Goddess’s magnificent
strength and Martial Arts skill. My God she was gorgeous - and I inhaled
deeply through my nose to smell the musky mix of crushed cactus and female
foot odor thinly caked between her toes, triggering more of my erotic
receptors. A tidal wave of sexuality surged through me. Out there in a moon
illuminated night and in the middle of an ageless desert there was no civility
or social correctness, only Shara and her feet, and the instinctive drive to
satisfy primal sexual desire. I reached out and touched the soft skin of her
vertically straightened leg and felt its firm desert spawn muscularity. I
stroked its sculptured magnificence and heard her give sigh of acceptance and
delight. She slowly and firmly twisted her gorgeous, iron-strong foot into my
face in sympathy with her arousal. I didn’t feel the pain of my lips being
crushed and bruised, only primordial pleasure. I had never been so alive
before in my life. I had no thought to the next minute or second - she had me
so impossibly turned on with her fantastic feet. The only thing that could
possibly send me higher was feeling her other big beautiful bare foot - and it
was then when I felt something very powerful pressing into my groin. At first
it was hard and round, pushing against the engorged bulge in my denims, then
five incredibly strong digits spreading and digging to grip me. I looked past
the toes spread before my eyes and I could see, in the moonlight, her looking
back at me, her perfect bone white teeth clenched in a smile. I saw her
washboard abs glistening and both arms tensed and straight back with hands
firmly gripping the large exposed tree-roots behind her. She had lifted her
other leg up and pushed with her arms in an impossible grappling-like maneuver
so that both bare feet pinned me helplessly to the tree as I stood. All I felt
was her feet. Her supremely powerful, gorgeous bare feet. I couldn’t hold back
and I pumped my hardened manhood against the toe-grip of her foot - but there
was no surge of hot liquid into my shorts. Her big, powerful and sexy toes
were clamped like a steel vise and nothing could come out. I was bursting with
passion for her and it was bottled up in me by her feet. Her head was back
between her shoulders with long blonde locks dangling as I heard her laughing.

"Oh this is so great! You really do like my feet don’t you!"

She then raised her head to look up at me and slowly removed her foot from my
face. The effect was to slow the moment and she brought her leg beneath her
and stood up, still holding my pumping crotch with her other iron-foot. She
pressed a little harder to administer what was really numbing pain and she
spoke:

"Okay, let’s settle you down tiger. I don’t want you to waste anything before
we get back to camp." I wasn’t in any position to debate, and I closed my eyes
to will down my erection with the help of her then crushing toes. I prayed
that she hadn’t damaged anything. Satisfied I was under control, she released
her toe-grip to stand on two feet and glanced at me with sly bedroom eyes as
turned her back to me.

"Come on, jump up on my back and I’ll carry you back to the campsite fast. If
you liked what you’ve seen so far, then you are going to love watching how I
put out campfires with my bare feet."

I climbed up onto her muscular back and held on as she started climbing out of
the ridge flat like my weight was no consequence to her.

I would never forget that night.