Authors note: If you read my stories a lot you know they can get a little long. I've broken this down into a couple pieces to make it a little more manageable as you read. I hope you all enjoy it!
Henry was a cordial old gentleman. I'd met him a few years ago when I moved to my current house. We ended up being neighbors, even though we had several houses between our two. The property I'd purchased had a bit over a hundred acres in an L shape that wrapped around behind three smaller properties to my west, eventually butting up against Henry's eight hundred acres.
Henry had inherited the land from his father, who had inherited it from his father. It was a nice piece of property, sections of rugged woods mixed with cleared fields that used to act as pasture land for cattle. I say 'used to' because Henry just didn't have the physical ability to handle the cattle any longer and much to his disappointment, his wife had not born a son to pass it off to, but three girls.
When I met Henry, he was energetic enough to run a few hundred head of cattle and still have time for his favorite pastime, hunting. Not having a son to hunt with and teach, he was more than happy to have me hunt with him. Along the way he imparted much of the tremendous amount of knowledge he had accumulated about hunting. Many hunters know how deer move and when deer move and where deer move, but not why, and it's that why that often makes the difference between a successful hunt and a disappointing day.
Now with Henry's health failing I pretty much had the run of his land to myself, although his middle daughter, Amy, had started to take up hunting in the last few years, learning some of it from her father and some from me. Amy was in her mid-thirties, five and a half feet tall without her almost perpetually worn high heels and weighed maybe a hundred twenty-five pounds soaking wet. She had thin but strong legs, nicely shaped hips and ass, thin waist, a thirty-six C chest, according to her, and long blonde hair that came down to the middle of her back. All in all, she was a very good looking young woman. Being divorced, I might even have thought about her seriously if she wasn't nearly twenty years younger than I was.
Francine, her older sister was married and lived up state and her four year younger sister, almost the spitting image of Amy except with a somewhat larger chest, had just moved back to the area after her own divorce. Amy was single after losing her husband to a drunk driver a few years ago and seemed to be enjoying getting out in the woods working on the food plots and stands as a way of getting away from thoughts of him. She said the solitude helped her clear her head.
We were only a week from the beginning of bow season, and I had one last stand to erect. I had bought a stand special for Amy for this season, being her first year to hunt "on her own" without someone up in the tree or blind to coach her. She was excited and I thought it was the least I could do to get her a new stand and set in over the newest food plot that was thick with clover and turnips growing vigorously, a definite deer attractant.
I loaded the new stand, still in the box, onto the trailer behind my ATV, grabbed the tools I needed, a couple drinks because of the unseasonably warm weather, and headed down the road to Henry's to get Amy. I pulled in, drove right around to the rear of the house and stopped by the back deck.
"Well, Hi Roger!" Francine said, getting up from the lounge chair she was sitting in, closing the book in her hand and walking to the edge of the deck. She leaned against the railing, leaning slightly over the railing to look down the half dozen feet that she was above me.
"Hi Francine. Didn't expect to see you down today," I said pleasantly, my eyes taking in her good looks. She had on a rather short green sun- dress; the very thin material slightly translucent from my vantage point with the mid-morning sun behind her. She was a very good looking woman, blonde like her sisters, though she kept her hair quite a bit shorter than both. The green material of the sundress clung to her body, accentuating her curvy hips and what I could see of her butt. I let my eyes travel up the clingy material flowing over her trim torso until my eyes settled on her modestly large chest, her breasts wiggling slightly as she stood partly bent over the railing. I was surprised to see her areola and nipples obviously profiled by the thin material.
"Yeah, just came down for a few days," she answered as I ripped my eyes from her boobs to her face, feeling a bit embarrassed that I had lingered there so long.
"Well, nice to see you again," I answered quickly. "Is Amy around?"
She smiled down at me, almost as if she knew that in my mind the 'nice to see you' meant a lot more than just a polite response, given her dress. "She had to run to town for something. She said she'd be back in a little while."
"Ah. Okay. Well, I was going to ask if she wanted to go out and set up her stand, but if she's not here..."
"Well, I'll be happy to tell her you were here," she said with a pleasant smile.
"I appreciate that. I better go get to work on this," I said as I settled back onto the ATV and reached for the starter. "You don't want to come out, do you?" I asked belatedly.
"In this dress? Really?" she asked with an almost girlish giggle. "I don't think it's quite the right attire for working in the woods but thank you for the offer."
"Well, personally, I think that dress is just fine, coming to the woods or relaxing on the porch. But, just thought I'd offer," I answered, feeling a brief flash of disappointment, probably caused by my lower head thinking about what was under the dress. I'd invited her a number of times to come out to the woods with me, but she had always turned me down. I presumed that was because of her marital status, which was tumultuous at best. I hit the starter and headed off down the little dirt track that led down into the woods.
I drove down to the food plot, about a quarter mile down from the house, and started working to assemble the stand. In general these are not difficult, but they can be tedious with all the little nuts and bolts that are included in the bag of hardware. Half an hour into the task, with the stand pretty much assembled and almost ready to stand up against the tree I'd selected, I heard an ATV coming down the trail. I stopped my work and turned to see Amy riding towards me on her big Polaris.
"Hi!" she said brightly as she pulled up and started to climb off the machine.
All I could do for several seconds was stare. I'd seen Amy in a variety of clothing over the last couple years, from heavy hunting gear to sexy looking dresses, but the outfit she had on at that moment was....jaw dropping. She wore a powder blue t-shirt that had been cut off half way up her torso so that it barely came down below her full round breasts, and a pair of baggy shorts made of some kind of ventilated material that was at least half way see-through. If she did have any underwear on at all, you couldn't prove it by me at that moment! "Um. Hi," I said, finally gathering my wits about me and trying to put the really naughty thoughts I was having away.
"Sis said you came down to put up the new stand, so I thought I'd come see if I could help?" she said sweetly as she walked towards me, the well-tanned round of the bottom of her breasts poking out from under the incredibly short shirt and swaying side to side with each step she took.
"Yeah. All put together. All I have to do is put the straps on and it's ready to stand," I answered her.
"Sweet!" she said as she stepped up next to me and looked down at the assembled tree stand, her hands on her hips. "I can put them on if you show me where they go!"
"Sure," I said, stooping down to retrieve the straps from the bag they were in and hold them out for her. She took them from me, stepped across the stand and squatted down in front of me, reaching for the top of the stand. The baggy leg of her shorts gaped wide as she lowered one knee to the ground for balance, the other pointed towards me. I wasn't trying to look but hell, I couldn't help but look right up the leg of her shorts clear to her other thigh, and to my shock, her completely bare and shaved pussy. Her fat outer lips were as tanned as the rest of her body and shaved completely hairless. A bit of pink inner lip pushed out between her outer lips, glistening wetly and very invitingly at me.
"Here?" she asked cheerfully, dragging my attention to her hands from the gaping leg of her shorts.
