A curvaceous water nymph finds the perfect glade in which to bathe. She basks in the summer sun and the sounds of the forest, the pleasurable feeling of the cool water on her bare skin. She spots something on the side of the pool: a smooth, blue, alluring stone. It draws her in, almost as if it's enchanted? Suddenly, it's night, and the nymph is fully under the thrall of the stone. She knows what she needs to do with it, exactly how she needs to use it, to bring herself to climax. Her body and mind consumed by the need to do exactly that, watch her pleasure herself, entranced, on the edge of the stream, in the forest night.