If you haven't read chapter 1 yet, I recommend you do so.
Man on the Silver Mountain
Chapter 2:
INTRODUCTION TO THE VILLAGE
As we neared the village, it was only a few hundred feet away, many started to notice our approach and notify others. They started gathering to see who this stranger was, that was being led in by Swift Fox. The children and women talked in hush tones and the men and boys looked on in a wary but friendly way.
I began to smell all of the activities of a village. Fires and their smoke, of course, food cooking, dust that was raised with all the commotion. The herd of their horses, that was off to the one side, grazing on an open flat area, near a stream flowing about 100 feet away. Then, a faint whiff became conscious to me, of something unfamiliar to my previous experience, from living around others. Ah, now it came to me, it was their scents. They unlike my own kind, didn’t use lye based soap. I hadn’t used any since I left the settlements, back home. I started to be able to discern the pleasant smell of women and realized how much I had missed that scent.
It seemed that in the short time I had been in this mountain life. The mountains had awakened all of my senses to a deeper natural awareness that I hadn’t become fully conscious of, until that moment.
These smells were more natural, it seemed. I began to wonder when and why so many of my own “civilized” people had begun to use such strong scented soaps on washing with. It seemed to me now, that it only corrupted them; only diffused the sense of smell.
Suddenly, three young women, two that were barely more than girls came running up to Swift Fox, hugging and laughing with him. All three were quite lovely creatures and I wished that I had been the recipient of their attention. They seemed so openly happy and sincerely affectionate.
The oldest, I noticed then, was glancing my way, more than not but trying to seem like she wasn’t. Surprisingly she had beautiful blonde, long wavy and curly hair. Her skin, although tanned was more of my color. (Later I learned that she had been rescued and adopted by the tribe)
We were about a 1/3rd of the way into the village, when we came to one of the larger tipis.
Sitting in front, was an older man, I would guess in his late 30’s or early 40’s. Swift Fox broke from the girls and walked directly to him squatting in front. Speaking to the man and then motioned me to come over. A young brave stepped up and took Zeb’s lead from me. For a moment I wasn’t sure that I should let go of my mules but then I realized that if I disrespected this welcome, they would be the least of my worries.
As I approached, the man rose and reached out his hand, offering a friendly forearm, handshake. Swift Fox introduced him as Spotted Elk. Then, introduced me, to him.
He offered me his long stem pipe and I took a draw of the sweet tobacco, telling him thank you. He seemed pleased and requested that I join their family for the evening meal, that his wife was already beginning preparations for. I accepted and asked if I could go take care of my mules first, which, he said of course, the young brave would help me.
I found a place, somewhat near, that the boy led me to after I told him what I was looking for. It was a grassy area surrounded by aspens, with a spring flowing out of the back elevated cliff wall. I used a 200 foot rope that I had brought along just for this kind of purpose. Using the tree trunks, I wrapped the rope every 15 feet, or so, creating a 50ft. x 85ft. roughly oval coral, for them to freely graze in. I unsaddled and unpacked my loads and cached it all, wrapped in a large canvas tarp that I normally used for a lean to shelter. This would suffice for 3 or 4 days.
We strolled together back towards Spotted Elk’s tipi, the young brave had informed me that he was Swift Fox’s younger brother, Swift Owl, of 15 summers old, 2 years older than his younger twin sisters and 1 year younger then the older adopted sister. He was similarly friendly but more reserved than Swift Fox.
The whole camp felt pleasant, very welcoming. The tipis were arranged in a long oval shape with large openings between them. A fire was burning in all, as was indicated by plumes of smoke lifting out of the center openings. I really liked it here.
When we arrived at the tipi, Owl, as others referred to him, opened the entry flap for me and motioned me to enter. The tipi was quite large inside, with a fire burning in the middle, many different bark and wooden bowls with the coming meal’s contents, simmering. It smelled wonderful and I realized just how hungry I was now. The three young women and Spotted Elk’s wife, Willow Song, were tending the food and to the side was Fox working on a new stone axe. They all smiled at me as I appeared into the firelight’s glow. Then the two younger women, Bright Dove and Morning Dew, stood up and came to me, grabbing my forearms and motioning me over to a rustic but sturdy stool, placed near the fire.
Before I quite understood, they were removing my possibles bag, belt along with my hatchet and trade knife, then my shirt. Then they each knelt down and grabbed soft a soft parcel of leather that was soaking in warm water and started wiping me down. They started at my shoulders and then my back, front torso and arms and hands. There was a faint scent of pine needles being washed over me. They scrubbed me down, not harshly but with a soothing firm pressure.
As this was being done to me, I noticed more clearly, that both Spotted Elk and Fox were sitting against backrests, loosely wrapped in, hair on elk robes. All of the women had soft buckskin wrap “dresses” on. After Dove and Dew were finished, the oldest sister, introduced herself to me, she was Aspen Songbird, and she requested that I let her help remove my knee high boots and after placing them, along with my other articles near a fur pallet off to the side, started washing and massaging my feet and calves with her hands and a piece of soft leather. It felt magnificent and I felt weeks of muscle tension leaving my body.
She then asked me to stand again and began removing my heavy cotton breeches (knee length pants). I was somewhat startled but allowed and assisted her in their removal. She began moving up each leg, firmly massaging and washing each thigh. She frequently rinsed and warmed the piece of leather, in the pine needle scented water bowl being kept near the fire. Suddenly she unbuttoned and pulled down my undergarment, I stood before them all, stark naked.
None of them even took notice, well, except Songbird; she looked up at me, warmly smiled and said, “They all wanted me relaxed and content before eating”. It was a “welcoming a traveler” ceremony.
She proceeded to gently and unceremoniously wash my ass, balls and cock, like it was just something that needed to be done. Then she wrapped me, in my own elk hide, fur to the inside, robe and motioned me to sit on the pallet of furs, next to where my belongings had been placed.
A plate of food was prepared for each of us, given to Spotted Elk first and then I. It was a plate of elk meat, a variety of roots and greens and was absolutely delicious!
When we were all finished, the wooden “plates” were all gathered and scrubbed clean with sand, placed in the storage area in a pile.
The next thing that happened… made me inhale and gasp at the beauty of this natural life.
I had assumed we would engage in conversation about recent events and my trapping.
Nope! Not a word was said…
The men all gathered drums that were near them and started tapping out synchronized rhythms. The women all unwrapped their elk robe dresses, with nothing on underneath and started singing and doing a circle dance around the fire.
It was sensual and very appealing watching them move. Their hands and arms flowing fluently, like streams of water flowing through them. I had once seen women dancing with men in a ballroom and thought it was beautiful but this dance took my breath away. I was mesmerized watching them dance this primitive but elegant display of motion. After about 20 minutes, I noticed that Spotted Elk, Fox and Owl, stopped beating their drums and all removed their robes and lounged back naked on fur pallets as they watched.
I followed their lead.
The dance began to take on a more erotic tone along with the singing softening to humming sounds.
First Willow Song broke off and went to Spotted Elk, curling up next to him on his pallet and he embraced her. Their daughters made a few more circles and then the twins broke off and one each went to either side of me, lounging casually. Songbird kept twirling and dancing but started looking at me more often and intently. Everyone just watched her smiling and relaxing as she flowed like a force of nature, like a strong wind, then a soft breeze. Ebbing and flowing…
The fire had died down to pulsating embers, casting a warm dancing glow, of its own, in the tipi. Songbird’s form cast shadows all around as she moved. Her long flowing wavy hair and a lithe body, well-suited to her motion. At 16 her breasts were well formed globes and her hips had widened some, her form was curvaceous and well proportioned, she was about 5’6” and a beautiful young creature! It was obvious that this dance had aroused her, nipples hardened and pointing high, her inner thighs beginning to glisten as her honey pot started to drip its nectar. There was no shame or guilt, for anyone, it was a natural elegant, pleasurable display of her female attributes.