It was a cold and nasty morning. The rain was pouring down and there was a heavy fog surrounding the trees. He had been in the damn tree stand for hours, listening to the rain, huddled under an umbrella, his arms wrapped around himself to stay warm. And he hadn't seen one damn deer. Even they had the sense to be curled up someplace warm and dry. The first weekend of hunting season was not shaping up to be a good one. All week long the weather had been warm and beautiful and today, it was crap. A clap of thunder startled him and he jumped slightly. "What the fuck am I doing out here?" he wondered. "It's dark, it's wet, it's freaking cold." He thought of a way he could warm up and big grin split his face.
He hadn't seen her in about a week, but he had thought about that last time a lot. Her skin was always warm to the touch, but when she was turned on, it heated up even more. Holding her in his arms, with her arms wrapped around him, he could feel the heat from her arms and her breasts through any layer of clothing. And he knew the places to touch her to make her even hotter. He had kissed her deeply that night, his mouth claiming hers, his hands caressing her long legs. She wasn't very tall, but she had great legs, and the short skirts and high heels she wore showed them off even more.
He had slid his hand under her skirt, feeling her smooth pussy. She had driven him crazy earlier in the day, telling him she had not only shaved but was not wearing underwear under her short skirt. He could barely concentrate on anything else, wanting to get her alone, trying to think of something else that wouldn't betray his body"s reaction. When he finally had her alone, he had slid his hand under her skirt and slipped two fingers deep inside her. She was so wet. He loved that he could make her body do that. Sometimes just a light one-finger caress anywhere on her skin could make that woman wet. Hell, sometimes just a carefully chosen phrase whispered in her ear could do it. But his lips on her nipples did it even more.
With one hand still inside of her, he slowly undid the next few buttons on her shirt. He pushed the cup out of the way and covered her nipple with his lips. She gave a sharp intake of breath and held his head to her. She murmured his name, knowing what he was going to do next, anticipating it. He caught her nipple in his teeth and bit down lightly, pulling slightly. She growled and closed her eyes. He grinned as he felt her get even wetter, his fingers sliding even deeper inside her. He teased her nipple with his teeth and tongue for a few minutes, knowing how much she enjoyed it. Damn, how much HE enjoyed it. He never seemed to get tired of seeing her breasts, and was always trying to get her to show them off, something she just couldn't understand.
He grinned even more widely, shifting slightly in the tree stand. Damn, just thinking about her made him hard. He remembered the way she tasted, the way her lips felt under his tongue. She had wrapped her legs around his neck, still wearing the high heels, as he buried his tongue in her pussy. Whenever he hit a spot she liked, she moaned softly, holding his head there, telling him how good it felt. He moved his lips to her clit, teasing her with the soft hair above his lip. She had told him once she liked the feel of that on her clit, especially when she was shaved clean, and he enjoyed pleasing this woman. He slid a finger inside her as well, hitting the spot deep inside her pussy that she liked. She moaned more urgently, her hands holding his head tighter. He added a second finger and pushed deeper as he pressed his tongue hard against her clit, flicking it back and forth. Her body arched off the chair as the orgasm hit her. He ran his tongue up and down her lips, tasting her as she came in his mouth. He couldn't get enough of her taste. And neither, it seemed, could she.
Every time he ate her pussy, whenever she finishing cumming and he pulled away from her pussy, she pulled him up to kiss her. She could taste herself on his tongue and in his mouth and that seemed to turn her on too. There wasn't much he had to do to turn on that woman, but he enjoyed trying to find new things. Sometimes he tried to see how far he could push her, to find out what her limits were. Sometimes she seemed so shy, unable to say certain things around him. He knew she had a wild streak; he had read the stories she'd written, but he wanted to see it in reality. He wanted to get her to the point where she would break free and totally let loose, but they hadn't really had a place to do that yet.
He was glad his camo pants were baggy; they hid his hard-on. He remembered how eager she had been to get his cock in her mouth that night. It had taken him a while to get her to do it the first time, since she wasn't going to make that first move. But once she had, she wanted it almost as often as he did. Once he had unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, he had to stop her from pulling them down around his ankles. They were in too dangerous of a place for him to do more than expose just his cock, but she still wanted him as naked as she could get him. He sat on a chair, pulling her into his lap. Her short skirt rode up over her ass as she straddled him and he kissed her hard, preventing her from saying anything. He held his cock in one hand, rubbing it against her pussy lips, feeling her juices slide over his head.
They hadn't fucked yet during this affair. They always stopped just before they hit that point of no return. They hadn't been in a place where it was really feasible... there was that one night in his SUV, but even that had been risky. He had refused every offer she had made of her house, and though he had talked about a week alone in his apartment, he had never followed through with it. She wasn't sure he actually wanted to take the affair to that level. And to be truthful, he really didn't think he would fit inside her. She was so tight, even when she was dripping wet. He had trouble fitting three fingers inside her, but she always insisted that he would fit. And she knew it was true. It's not something she could explain to him but fingers were different than a cock. And she wanted his cock inside her. He teased her again that night, telling her it would never fit, that she was just going to have to suck it. This time, she didn't argue at all; she simply told him she wanted to fuck him. He said he would bury it inside her and then pull out and have her suck it. Her eyes lit up at that suggestion but she told him the position they were in was not going to work.
She had slipped off the chair and moved over to his desk. She sat on the edge of the desk, her legs dangling over the edge and pulled him between her legs. She kissed him hard, her tongue slipping in his mouth. He guided the head of his cock toward her pussy lips. She felt just the tip of his head slide inside her and she moaned. He held onto her hips and pulled her against him as he slid his cock deep inside her in one stroke. She cried out in pleasure, telling him how good it felt. Or at least she thought she did. He felt so good inside her and she had wanted it for so long that she momentarily lost the ability to speak, to move or even to think, although it seemed a million things were running through her mind all at once.
She didn't have to tell him how long she'd wanted that; she could see the same thoughts in his eyes. All the lust, all the desire she felt was mirrored in his eyes. His face had that look he always got whenever she flashed him. And he could see the same things on her face too. But he told her anyway. Told her how he couldn't believe he was inside her pussy, how tight she was, how wet she was, how good she felt wrapped around him. She wrapped her legs around him as he stroked in and out of her a few times.