"Um, yeah," I breathed as she slipped her arms off my neck and stepped back.
"Something for you to think about while you're sitting all alone on your stand. If you decide you want company, I'm just down there," she said, motioning towards where her stand was set about another hundred yards down the trail.
"Uh huh," I answered as I watched her walk the few paces to her gear. She looked back over her shoulder at me, still facing away from me, and pushed her camouflaged pants down, along with her black lace panties, as she bent over, pushing her bare ass out at me in the moonlight.
"Just something to think about," she said softly, wiggling her ass back and forth a few times, her pussy pushing out at me between her thighs as she bent a little further.
"Oh damn," I groaned to myself as she picked up her pack off the ground and stood up, her pants still around her knees. She turned to face me, grinned and then pulled her pants up to mid thigh before bending to pick her bow up off the ground. She smiled and walked away, holding the bow in one hand and her pants around her thighs with the other, her creamy ass cheeks practically glowing in the moonlight. "Damn," I muttered before finally turning and walking down the trail to my own stand, my pants bulging out in front. "Hell, three years in the woods with her I never knew I could have been playing like that with her," I muttered to myself.
I walked down the trail to the big double stand that she and I had shared multiple times the last two years, my mind filled with the image of her bare naked ass wiggling away into the dark. If her intent had been to get me thinking about screwing her again, it worked. I reached the stand and climbed up the fifteen feet to the tree stand platform and settled myself on the wide padded seat, my pack set next to me, and my bow hung on the peg screwed into the tree.
It wasn't even close to daylight yet, but I knew it was approaching. The first indicators always seemed to be the whippoorwills singing away just as the inky black of the night sky started to fade ever so slightly towards charcoal gray. I always enjoyed sitting in the woods, listening to mother nature wake and yawn from her overnight slumber. The barred owls and great horned owls soon joined the whippoorwills with their mournful call. The barred owls always seemed to have that deep throated trill at the end of their call, chatting amongst themselves as the sky lightened further.
It seemed that theirs and the whippoorwills morning chats ended as the skies began to grow pink with the approaching of ol' mister sun. The first orange rays peeking over the trees on the distant horizon as the squirrels and other birds began their morning hunt for breakfast. This morning it seemed as if the squirrel union had called in extra workers, each furry tree rat making me think there was a deer skipping joyfully along through the dead leaves. I wondered how much the deer paid the squirrels in acorns to frustrate hunters in this way?
It was already warm, and I had donned my scent proof pants and shirt over my existing camo pants and shirt, adding to the layers trapping my own body heat in the already warm morning. By ten, I was convinced that the morning heat had done nothing to help the hunting and was seriously considering calling it a day when I heard the leaves crunching.
Deer are funny animals. A deer trotting quickly through the underbrush frequently sounded just like a squirrel, but a large buck, slowly and carefully walking could be deadly silent or sound like another hunter. I had often mistaken the sounds of footsteps for being other hunters and discounted the sounds only to later see a huge bodied buck slip between the trees without giving me an opportunity for a shot. As a result, I had learned always check!
This set of footsteps was being careful, which meant either a hunter stalking, which there shouldn't be on private property, or it was a big deer being very cagy. I gently and slowly notched an arrow in the bow sitting on my lap, confident that my body was blocking my movements sufficiently. I didn't dare turn around, that much movement would be sure to attract its attention. All I could do was wait for it to pass by and hopefully remain in shooting range long enough for me to get a good look and shot.
The footsteps continued, gentle crunches at irregular intervals. This sounded like one sneaky deer, or else it could smell me but wasn't sure where it was coming from, making him skittish. I waited patiently, waiting for the first glimpse out of the corner of my eye. If this was an interloper in our hunting space, I was going to be very irritated!
I finally saw movement directly below my stand. I looked down, and there, staring back up at me was not a deer, but instead a completely naked, except for her boots, Amy!
"What are you doing?" I asked in a loud whisper, slipping the arrow off the string and tucking it back into the quiver to protect its razor sharp point.
"I was hot," she whispered. "And horny!"
"I guess," I answered as I hung the bow on the hook next to me and shifted my weight to look down at her as she moved around to the front of the ladder. "So what do you want to do?" I asked as she started climbing the ladder up to where I sat in the stand.
"Oh, something I thought about a lot last year," she said as she reached the top and slipped under the shooting rail that circled the dual seat stand. There was plenty of room for two to sit in the stand, although that meant my backpack had to be moved, which she took care of by simply tossing it over the side of the stand to land on the ground below us with a loud whump! "Now," she said, sitting down next to me and turning to face me. "Let's get rid of these."
"Uh huh," I answered as she began unzipping the light weight scent lock jacket I had on. She pushed it off my shoulders and pulled it down my arms before tossing it over the sided to land on the ground with my pack.
It took her several minutes to get me as naked as she was, wearing nothing but my untied boots and socks with my hard cock sticking up from my lap. "I have a confession to make," she said quietly.
"Oh?"
"Uh huh," she said, reaching over to my lap and wrapping her fingers around my hard-on. "You remember last year, we were sitting in this same stand on opening day?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Well, do you remember how late morning you had to go pee and you got down to do that?"
"Not really, but I'll assume I did, since you remember it so well."
"Oh yeah, I remember it. Anyway, my confession is that when you were going pee, I could see you. Well, more accurately, I could see you with my binoculars, and I really, really liked what I saw."
"Ohhhh, I see," I answered, suddenly understanding a lot more. Hell, there wasn't a day I didn't sit in a stand or a blind with her that I hadn't at some point had a hard-on from her bumping against me, even if those bumps weren't meant sexually.
"Yeah, you were pretty hard, and it took you a long time to get it down enough to go pee, and well, while you were doing that, I kinda had my hand down my own pants."
"Ahhh. I'm beginning to understand," I answered.
"I hoped you would," she said standing up. She stepped carefully in front of me, one leg swinging across mine to straddle my legs. With one hand on a branch of the tree and the other on the shooting rail, she lowered herself down, bending over to push her ass towards me. I felt her grind her pussy against my hard-on for several seconds before she reached between her own legs to find my cock with her hand and guide it to her wet waiting pussy.
"Never fucked up in a tree before," I groaned as she slid slowly down my cock.
"Me either, but damn I wanted to do it a lot of times last year. Fuck, if you'd have pulled my pants down last year, you could have had me any time you wanted."
"I'll remember that," I said as her bare ass pressed against my thighs. She began to gently and slowly lift and lower herself, not going overly fast, presumably because she didn't want to rock the stand right out of the tree. Whatever the reason, her motions were incredibly erotic and stimulating, not enough to make me come, but definitely enough to drive me way up that slope. She moaned softly as she rode me, her silky pussy walls caressing every inch of my shaft as she lifted until I was almost ready to slip out and then pushed slowly back down again until her ass was pressed against me.
"This is fucking wonderful," she moaned softly as she lifted and lowered herself, the tree stand rocking ever so gently from her motions.
"You can say that again," I groaned, feeling my balls tightening and tingling in anticipation of the quickly building orgasm.
"Okay, this feels fucking wonderful and I'm going to God damn come like a fucking freight train any second!" she moaned loudly. "God damn, you feel good inside me!"
"You feel pretty fucking good around me too," I answered breathlessly as I felt my cock growing a bit fatter in the final moments.
"Fuck, I can tell you're gonna come!" she breathed softly, still stroking herself up and down my cock, my hips trying to push up into her with each downward stroke she made.
"You can tell?"
"I'm learning to!" she gasped as my body jerked suddenly, jamming my shaft up into her as she came down, a huge gush of cum pumping up into her hot pussy. "YES! That's it baby! Give it to me!" she squealed as she slammed herself down on me, my surging cum triggering her own climax. I could feel her pussy spasm and quiver around my pulsing cock, my juices filling her as she ground herself against me, moaning loudly as she enjoyed her own climax.
