Part 3
It was Saturday morning, the first day of bow season. This was far from typical weather for deer season. I couldn't remember the last time it was over seventy before the sun even came up! It didn't bode well for the deer moving once the sun cleared the trees. I had serious doubts about how good the hunting was going to be until the weather broke and we got some really cool nights down in the forties.
I was moving about the kitchen at all of five fifteen, making myself a quick breakfast before heading out.
"Morning Roger!" I heard Amy say as she walked in through the kitchen door from the garage where I had the overhead door already up to get out the ATV and load gear.
"Huh? Oh, morning," I answered in surprise. "Wasn't expecting you. I thought you'd go straight out."
"I thought about it, but then I figured we've been going out together for opening morning for three years, not much point in changing the tradition."
"I suppose not," I answered her. "Did you eat?"
"Yeah, I did," she answered as I pulled the microwave breakfast out of the cooker and carried it with a hot pad towards the kitchen table.
"I'll be ready in a few minutes," I said as I stepped back to the refrigerator.
"No hurry. Won't be light for almost an hour yet," she said as she stepped up behind me, pressing her body against my back and ass, her hands sliding around my body. I felt her hands undoing my belt as I stood at the refrigerator pouring milk in a glass to go with my breakfast.
"What are you doing?" I asked, as if I really needed an answer when her hand pushed into my pants and boxers to grab my cock.
"Having fun. You're having fun too, aren't you?"
"I didn't say I wasn't," I said as I stood there with the glass in my hand. "But I do need to eat."
"Spoil sport," she said with an audible pout in her voice as she pulled her hand out of my pants.
"No, just want to eat while it's still hot," I answered her.
"Does that mean I can play after you eat?"
"Depends. Do you want to go hunting or stay here and screw around?"
"Hmmmmm, damn that's a tough choice!" she said before breaking into a grin. "As much as I'd love to stay and fuck all day, we should probably go ahead and hunt since we're all dressed and all."
"Sounds like a good idea," I answered as I scooped a mouth full of eggs from the bowl.
"Of course, if we weren't dressed, it might be a different answer," she said teasingly as she pulled the front of her camouflaged shirt up to reveal a black lacy bra.
"You are so bad!" I said with a shake of my head before taking another bite.
"You didn't think so Wednesday night, now did you?"
"I have to admit, it was a fun game."
"Oh yeah. And now I know just exactly how good you can be with those fingers and mouth too!"
"Like I said, you are so bad."
She sat down at the table next to me while I finished my breakfast and then got up to follow me to the garage. Most of her gear was laying next to the ATV, so I helped her pack it next to mine on the machine and then climbed on to head out. She put the garage door down and then climbed on the back for the half mile ride down to where we'd park and walk the rest of the way in. The deer never really seemed to mind the ATV, but then I suppose they heard enough of it all summer that it wasn't particularly different, other than the time.
We got off, picked up our packs and bows and walked through the moonlight down the dirt trail towards where our stands are.
"This is nice, a moonlit stroll," she whispered softly.
"Yeah, it is."
"The stroll, or the company?"
"Both I suppose."
"So how come you never made a pass at me, until I did, I mean."
"Didn't think you'd want to be saddled with an old fart like me."
"Shouldn't you let me be the judge of that?"
"I suppose," I whispered with a shrug as we approached a fork in the trail where we'd split up. "Good luck!" I whispered.
"Hey!" she whispered a bit louder as I turned to walk down the trail.
"What?" I whispered back, turning to face her.
She stepped over to me, set her bow and pack down and wrapped her arms around my neck, lifting herself on her toes to press her lips against mine. She kissed me for long seconds, a long, slow, soft, erotic kiss that had my cock quickly growing in my pants.
"Now that's better," she whispered breathlessly as she broke the kiss.
"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.
