Lisa was one of the younger secretaries at work. Very good looking and very nice. We had chatted often about a wide range of subjects, usually while I was waiting for copies to run or such. I didn't really think of her as anything but a nice young lady, and good secretary, mostly because I had a daughter that was older than she was.
Over the couple years we had talked, she had come to know that I was an avid hunter and I had learned of her passion for photography. I was a bit shocked when she asked me if I would take her Turkey hunting this season.
"I didn't think you were a hunter?" I asked her.
"Not at all. But I watched a hunting show the other day and I thought that some of the video they shot was fantastic, and I would really like to get some pictures like that!"
"You do realize that the shot lots and lots of bad video for those few minutes of good stuff?" "Sure. But I like the outdoors! It should be fun!"
'Ok. Let's see if you still think so when your climbing out of bed at four in the morning." "Sure, no problem. She replied with a smile.
That decided, I made her a shopping list of things to get and sent her do the local Walmart. The next day she assured me she had everything on the list, from good hiking boots to a camouflaged net face mask. I agreed to pick her up at four-thirty Saturday morning.
The alarm went off Saturday and I crawled out of the sack. I moved quietly as I could so I wouldn't wake my wife, and got dressed in all my normal hunting cammo. A quick bite of breakfast and I was off to pick up Lisa.
I pulled into the driveway and the house was dark. I checked the address, and yes, this was the place, but I was a few minutes early. I parked and walked up to the door leaving the truck idling, and gave it a quick rap. I wasn't overly surprised that she didn't answer, I mean it was four-thirty in the morning. I knocked again and waited, still no answer. "I guess she wasn't going to make it anyway", I thought to myself as I turned and headed down the steps toward the truck.
"Mike!?" I heard called from the front door as I was about to climb back into my truck.
"Yeah."
"Is that you?"
"Yep. It's four-thirty."
"Damn! My alarm didn't go off. Come on in, I'll be ready in a minute!"
"You're sure? I mean you don't have to come if you don't want."
"NO! I do want to come. Come on in while I get dressed." She said clutching the front of her bathrobe closed and holding the door open for me.
"Ok." I said looking at my watch. We would be late to the hunting area, but that couldn't be helped I guess. I walked up and stepped inside the door while she silently walked down the hall toward the bedroom. I saw the bathroom light flick on and saw a flash of naked woman walk through the small circle of light.
Now don't get me wrong, I think she is VERY attractive. Slim, maybe a hundred tweny pounds, five and a half feet tall, and oh yes... she had a set of D size tits that, from what I could tell at work, didn't need much support. A few times I was pretty sure the outfit she had on didn't allow a bra, but you couldn't tell she didn't have one on. If she hadn't been younger than my oldest daughter I probably would have been very interpreted.
It was only a few minutes before she came down the hall, dressed in tree leaf camouflage from neck to toe, a camera bag in her hand. She clomped into the kitchen in her heavy boots and grabbed a power bar and bottle of water.
"All set!" she said as she came out of the kitchen.
"Ok." Was all I said as I headed toward the door.
The drive to where I hunt is about a half hour, which we did in mostly silence due to the early hour. We got there as the sky was getting light, not too late thankfully. After parking I got out my gun, loaded it and put on my turkey vest full of hunting equipment. Surprisingly it takes a lot to hunt those darn birds, everything from half a dozen different calls to decoys.
"Ok. Let's go." I said as I led her down the path to a large field. "Now we wait." I said, leaning against a large steel gate.
"What for?"
"Gobbles." I whispered. "When they are on the roost they will gobble to tell the females where they are so they can mate."
"OH!" she whispered back.
We stood for a number of minutes before we heard the first gobbler calling. It was quickly answered by another, competing for the females.
"I think that one." I whispered, pointing across the corner of the field toward the deepest tone gobble I heard. "That's the dominant one."
"So what do we do?"
"We get into position as quietly as we can." I whispered, opening the gate. "Come on."
She followed me through the gate and we made our way around the edge of the horse field. I could see a number of horses in the distance, but they left us alone, not really sure what we were, all camouflaged up like this. I found the place where I wanted to cross the fence, a high five strand barb wire bastard. The guy that owned this field did not want his horses getting out, so he build a great fence, just a bitch to get over. There was a spot that had a couple trees, that helped a lot. I handed her my shotgun and then showed her how to climb the fence, using the trees as balance points to climb up and over. Once on the other side she handed me my gun and I turned and put it against a tree. By the time I turned back around to take her camera, which seemed almost as big as my gun, she was climbing the fence nimbly, camera in one hand and tree in the other.
She did a great job until she got to the top wire. There she stood, balanced on the wire, not really sure how to get down. I moved forward, intending to help balance her, and reached my hands up to her slim waist.
Without warning she was suddenly falling toward me, and I was totally unprepared for that. I grabbed what I could, which was a fist full of shirt with my right hand and tried to encircle her body with my left, since it had already slipped off her waist and was sticking uselessly behind her. I tried to half hold her up and half pull her toward me to prevent her from falling into the barbwire, and was moderately successful. It took me several seconds to realize that I had indeed caught her, with my right hand holding a bunch of shirt material almost over her head and my left arm pulling her body tight to mind. Her feet hadn't even hit the ground yet. It took almost as long to realize that my unshaven face was pressed against some very soft, smooth, firm skin. My effort to catch her had pulled her shirt up until her entire left breast was exposed, and most of her right breast as well, and I was holding her off the ground with my face pressed between the two large firm mounts of sweet flesh. I'm not sure who was blushing more when I let her slide to the ground and let go of her shirt, with both her tits now fully exposed.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I wasn't expecting you to jump."
"My fault." She whispered back as she pulled her shirt back down over her naked breasts. "I thought you were ready to catch me."
I turned to get my gun and then led the way a few yards back into the woods, trying to give her time to get put back together and also to allow me to get my quickly growing dick into a more comfortable position. I motioned for her to be silent, and where to sit. Then I pulled my mask out and slipped it on, indicating that she should do the same. When we were done there wasn't an inch of exposed skin on us, except for our eyes. I moved off a little ways and set up my decoys and then retreated to a spot a few feet from where she was sitting. I settled in on my pad and got out my calls.
It didn't take long to get the bird to come in a ways, but it just wouldn't get close enough for me to shoot. Lisa, on the other hand, was having a field day, snapping away with her silent Cannon D40 and a lens that was half as long as my shotgun. She seemed to be getting great shots of the gobbler strutting and displaying to a hen that had moved in with him. There really wasn't much I could do until he finished with her, so we just sat and watched him strut his stuff. To my surprise, she acquiesced and allowed him to mount her right there. Lisa was silently oohing and aaaahing about her pictures as she snapped away, trying not to move in such a way as to scare the birds away.
Ultimately, the gobbler got done and moved off without getting into shooting range. I called a few more times and quickly had another, younger bird answer. I had to take my time and coax the wary bird into my trap. Just as I thought success was in my hands, Lisa sneezed. With a commotion and frenzied flapping, the gobbler took to the air, ruining any chance of another set-up.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"No need to whisper. I think we're done here." I said a bit disgustedly. I got up and walked over and picked up my decoys. When I got back Lisa was looking through her camera out into the field, her nipples so hard they were clearly showing through her shirt. "See something interesting?"
"Yeah! Those two horses!"
I looked over, and sure enough, about half way across the field, one of the stallions was getting ready to mount a mare, his huge dong hanging out and swinging around very much like a fire hose. I looked back down and could clearly see her hard nipples through her skin tight camouflaged t-shirt.
"God that is so hot!" She said as she watched the horses screwing in the field. "I wonder what it's like to fuck in the woods like an animal."
