This is my first submission. I've never written anything before, but decided to give it a try. I'd appreciate any feedback you'll give me as I work on developing this. I can take harsh criticism. Thanks so much!
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The geese honked in the distance, joining the symphony of nature. I wondered what their calls meant, and marveled at the complexity of their communication. It surprised even me that I could become so engrossed with something so mundane - that the country life hadn't quiet managed to bore me into desperately packing my bags in hopes of bigger buildings, and brighter lights. The only problem was my purpose out here, yet another Christmas with the boyfriend's family. Maybe I was better able to tolerate it this year as the temperatures hovered around the upper 70s, perfect weather for retreating outside the beautiful, but dramatic home to languish by the pond that was not a lake. A fact that, two of the four family members would constantly correct me on. It wasn't my fault that I grew up in the city, and the differences between bodies of water rarely came up.
Or maybe it was the unusual series of events that the weather permitted... The geese speak dropped from my head as I recalled other forms of communication. His voice in my ear sexily whispering, "Those shorts are criminally tight on you." Followed by his hands quickly unbuttoning them, yanking them down, and grabbing my round cheeks hungrily. I remember looking around the empty clearing, a field left to fallow for the year, and seeing nothing but trees surrounding us. Of course, there had been another person there, but I didn't know that yet.
She had been concealed in one of the many blinds in the area, and even though she hadn't intended to hunt for the sight, she enjoyed watching, only feeling wrong about it for the first couple of minutes.
She had seen them approaching earlier, but had remained silent. It was unusual for anyone to be walking around here, most people would drive their trucks, but she saw the couple's dog and decided to let them continue whatever it was they were doing. Hoping they would be gone quickly so she could bag a deer. A fact she was surprised the couple didn't realize as the deer corn she put out was not in the least hidden.
It took her by surprise when after quickly yanking the woman's shorts off, the man expertly caressed one hand upward to the front of her body, rubbing her breast, and cupping it from below. The woman's breasts were a little smaller than her own, but they were nicely sized, and when she dropped her rifle in favor of her binoculars, she could she that the woman's clothes hid absolutely nothing. In fact, it was quickly revealed that the woman wasn't wearing undergarments at all. The man was whispering things into the woman's neck as he kissed downward to her collarbone. And she noticed for the first time how unusual he looked as well. Wearing clothes that men in this area would consider effeminate. His tight pants were a bright mustard, and hugged beautifully sculpted legs that terminated at a small similarly muscled ass. His chest looked muscular, but it was hard to tell with the woman pressed against him. Honestly, she was a bit too distracted to observe specifically him for that long. Except to note that they both had dark brown hair, with the woman's being a little darker, redder, wilder and contrasting with her creamy pale skin. Not from around her for sure.
The huntress watched with her heart beating quickly as the man went from kissing the collarbone to licking down to the woman's nipple. At first he used his tongue to expertly tease her nipple, then slowly cupped his lips around them and began to suck. Softly at first, then more desperate. All the while moving one hand behind her back to push her against him, and the other cupping her clit and other lips. Although she couldn't quite tell, she was sure that he hadn't started exploring that region yet, content on hungrily sucking her nipples, moving back and forth as the woman tangled her fingers in his thick hair, and moaned against him. The huntress felt her own pussy getting wetter and wetter.
The woman was very beautiful. An unusual beauty, with large eyes that stood out against her sharply cut bangs the concealed her forehead, a strong nose, and perfect lips that looked soft and pink. Her hair was thick and long, but when she leaned her head back, enjoying the attention that her lover was giving her breasts, prominent cheek bones caught the light from the overcast sky. She was a dream, with a long neck, slender shoulders, thin arms that looked as though they would struggle to pick up the heavy rifle beside her, teardrop breasts that her lover so adored, a tiny but long waist that flared out to wider hips, and legs that branched from them that seemed to go on forever. The man was just as tall as she was, but by no means short. The woman, after all was a giant compared to the women she knew. Something she could tell even from her perch in the blind across from them. And all this attention to her body took the huntress by surprise. Not entirely, I mean everyone watched porn out here and she had realized she tended to focus on the women, but as she watched the scene unfold in front of her, she had barely given the man attention, except to greedily take in what he was doing to this woman.
