The sunscreen lotion Greta had picked up from the department store was indeed a miracle ointment. It had been a big gamble, but she saw the sunrise without melting like the Wicked Witch.
Just as the sun was coming up, Greta found Serena practicing yoga at the edge of a cliff.
Greta hid behind a tree and watched Serena stretch. She watched as she put her feet together and stretched forward, her breasts almost escaping out the top of her tube top. Then she stretched out her long, fit legs, one by one. Then she squatted and stretched as far as she could, sticking her posterior high up in the air. Her peach-colored yoga pants left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Greta couldn't take it anymore. She ran out and grabbed Serena's ass, sticking her face as deep into the yoga pants as she could. Serena could feel her tongue and teeth through the ultra-tight pants, barely looking over her shoulder at the weird little green thing as she was overtaken by pleasure.
When it was too much to take, she collapsed and rolled over on to her back, and then Greta buried her face deep in to the front of her yoga pants.
Soon Serena found herself back at her campsite, trying to dodge questions from her friends and loved ones about why there were enormous wet spots over her crotch and ass as she went to change into dry pants and panties.
As the sun rose higher, the bright light was torture for Greta, but she was able to quickly find shade under a canopy of trees.
And under that canopy, she was able to find her next target. Seth had decided on an early morning hike through the woods, and they were now miles away from any of the other campers.
Greta kept circling him, hiding behind trees and in bushes, getting a good look at him from every angle. She licked her lips as she watched him.
She stepped in a crunchy pile of leaves, then ducked behind a tree when it caused Seth to look in that direction. She grew more excited as he walked in her direction, getting closer and closer to her, but scurried back into the bushes when he got too close.
His head kept following her, trying to figure out what kind of animals was making those noises. He called out, asking if there was anyone there. Greta just giggled coquettishly. Seth spun on his heels again, trying to find the source of the sound as Greta scurried up the nearest tree trunk, so aroused she could barely control herself.
As Seth shook his head and continued down the trail, Greta dropped down from the tree and tiptoed up behind him.
He stooped down to study some tracks in the dirt. Her tracks. He was completely oblivious to what kind of creature would have left those footprints.
Suddenly, Seth felt something hanging from his back. When he turned his head to see her, Greta grabbed his face and started kissing up and down the side of it. She licked and nibbled on his ear.
He shook her off, knocking her back into the brush, where she almost blended in with her green scales and camo-patterned mini-dress.
Seth slowly backed away, keeping his eyes on her, not noticing he was getting closer and closer to a steep drop. Greta stood up and charged at him, pouncing at him and pressing her lips hard to his. They collapsed together, rolling down a huge hill, tumbling as lovers in a mad embrace. The whole fall, she kept her body entwined with his, continuing the kiss, passionately tilting her head back and forth and slightly opening and closing her mouth. Seth landed on his back, with Greta on top of him. She readjusted her position on his torso slightly and then resumed kissing him with even more passion than before.
Seth rolled over and pushed himself up, and Greta fell off of him.
He ran through the woods, stepping into a small lasso of rope, which tightened as he ran. It pulled him off of his feet, and he soon found himself on his back again.
He looked up and saw her by a tree, showing off a series of poses for him. She seductively raised and lowered one leg around the tree trunk, then gyrated against it. She arched her back against it, her mini-dress barely containing her curves, her breasts pointing almost straight up into the air. Then she put one arm on it and twirled around, looking over her shoulder and batting her lashes at him while raising her ass in the air.
She turned back around with an air of total confidence.
Greta sauntered over, pleased with how well her snare had worked. She looked down at him, made a small purring noise, and then she stepped on him, lightly planting the heel of her foot on his crotch. He gasped as she pressed it down a little further and rubbed it back and forth.
Now, he was making odd noises, somewhere between pleasure and pain, as he tried to grab her foot and push it off of him. Every time he almost had a hold of it, she moved it just enough to keep it out of reach.
He was now moaning, and Greta could tell it wouldn't be much longer until he erupted.
But then his foot wiggled out of his boot, and he got his hands around two of her toes and pushed her off of him. He was out from underneath her. He had a tent in his pants that was even sturdier than the tent he was sleeping in.
Seth ran deeper in the woods, frantically looking around him, trying to figure out where he was, and where the goblin lady in the camouflage mini-dress had disappeared to.
As he ran through some trees, Greta suddenly appeared right in his face, hanging upside down by her legs from a branch just above him. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, sucking on his lower lip and chin.
He kept moving forward as she kept holding his neck and sucking on his lower lip, until he managed to walk far enough that her knees could no longer stay locked into place, and she collapsed from the tree, letting go of him again.
He now had no clue where he was in relation to the hiking path he had been following. He stumbled forward, freezing when he heard something rustling in the bushes, moving closer to him.
He ran, straight into another tangle of tree branches. This time, he panicked when he snagged his shirt on several of them. The rustling continued moving closer. He pulled himself out of his shirt, leaving it caught on the branches as he moved forward.
The rustling was closer than ever, and he paused and held his breath as a squirrel leaped out of the bushes.
Seth straightened up again, breathing a sigh of relief.
He stumbled in to a nearby tree, resting against it as he wheezed for breath.
Then a green arm emerged from the tree hollow and pulled him into it.
She unfastened his pants and they fell to his ankles, and then she got a firm grip on his hard throbbing member.
He tried to push away from the tree, but when he almost escaped her mouth, she pulled him in deeper, and then wrapped her lips around his wood.
"Ohhhhhhh!" he moaned.
"Mmmmm," was Greta's response.
He grabbed the sides of the tree for support.
"Oh, yes."
She was passionately slurping on him.
"No!" he suddenly said.
He tried to push away from the tree again. She pulled him in deeper, both deeper into the hollow and deeper into her throat.
"M-m-maybe?" he said.
Soon, he was punching the side of the tree with each throb of his member.
"N-no!"
He pulled away, leaving her mouth and trying to pull his pants the rest of the way up. She was out of the tree and clinging to his leg, so he pulled them the rest of the way off and kept running, the throbbing bulge in his underwear pointing straight again. His legs felt weak beneath him as he stumbled forward.
He stumbled away, only for the patch of leaves and branches he stepped on to break away, dropping him into a deep pit, another one of her traps.
He tried to dig his fingers into the dirt wall to climb back up. Next thing he knew, she was sliding down the dirt wall at him, knocking him back to the other wall of the pit.
Her long fingernails caressed his chest. She kissed his mouth over and over as he slid down the dirt wall on to his back. Lying on top of him, she stuck out her tongue to meet his.
She kissed his chin, his neck, and then began licking and biting her way down his body until she reached his underwear.
She hiked up her mini-dress and presented herself to him.
She could feel his bulge quiver faster and faster as she brushed her arm against his groin, then reached into his underwear and pulled out his shaft.
She got a firm hold on it and then sat on top of it.
Her soft but firm round haunches massaged him as she moved up and down. She slipped away just before he burst, rolling to his side, his still throbbing member spraying sticky white fluid in to the dirt with every pulse as she climbed back out of her pit.