Sheila has attracted the attention of the hunter as she plays in the woods; can she accept the true nature of her desires?
Sheila leaned back against the log for a long time waiting for her breathing to even out and her legs to stop shaking. She felt the autumnal air cool against the juices running down her thighs and shivered.
What was happening to her? Was she really such a slut that she would offer herself to a man she did not even know? Well obviously that was true; part of her wanted to toss down the blue bandana and walk away from it but another part of her already wanted to wrap it over her eyes again so that her watcher would return from the forest and take her again. She closed her eyes against the idea; blocking that part of her that was winning over the more sensible side of her nature.
Taking several deep breaths Sheila moved away from the log, instead of retracing her steps to the cabin she turned and walked further into forest. The path was steep and trees were dense; as she walked she listened hard for any sign of someone following her. She heard nothing.
The trees thinned out to form a clearing around the tumbling waterfall that fed the stream running through the forest. It was another favourite place of hers; she had often brought sandwiches so that she could lie on the riverbank all day dangling her feet in the water. In the heat of the summer she would often take a cooling shower under the icy water fall; Sheila looked at the tumbling curtain of water. It would be freezing today but maybe she needed an ice cold shower.
Gasping as the bitterly cold water hit her shoulders Sheila walked slowly under the torrent; her dress bore the marks of her tree climbing on it and the blue bandana hung damply around her neck. Cool water stung her cheek and when she tested it with her fingers she found she had a graze; she must have scratched it on the log when her mystery man had been fucking her. Memory surged and heated her blood at once; Sheila groaned aloud as she ran her hands through her wet hair. Was there no end to her shameless behaviour? She was washing herself clean having invited a stranger to fuck her and already she was thinking of more.
Sheila dropped her hands to her breasts, the cold was already tightening her nipples to hard buds; the urge to stroke them and pinch at them whilst she shoved her fingers inside her cum soaked pussy made her cry out in shame. How could she still be so horny? Horrified at her own wantonness she climbed out of the stream and ran all the way back to her cabin. Once there she didn't stop until she rounded the top of the stairs and stumbled into her bedroom. She threw her soaking dress to the floor and fell on the bed; wrapping the thick duvet all around her freezing cold skin.
The hunter watched from his place high in the trees; he had a view of her bedroom window. He frowned as he saw the woman huddle under the bedclothes; he considered whether he had been too rough with her earlier. His cock hardened as he recalled ploughing himself between her damp thighs; her cries as she shook beneath him and her screams when she had orgasmed around his cock. Once was not enough; he wanted more. Would she really feel so bad about her sensual nature? He couldn't understand why that should be the case.
The hunter was torn between wanting to go to her and hold close; comfort her and going to her to spread her thighs and make her scream over and over again. He took deep breaths; forcing his desire back down until he felt his control return.
She still wore his bandana round her neck; he saw the blue line of it at the edge of her neck as she relaxed in sleep under the bulky quilt.
He sat guard over her until full dark, with no lights on in the house he could only just make out her outline under the bedclothes. He knew he should leave; he could feel the urge to feed but the need for her was too strong.
His patience was rewarded as she sat up and turned on the lamp next to the bed, the quilted slipped exposing her breasts to the golden light. Her blonde hair had dried matted and tangled giving her a wild look as she idly fingered the bandana around her neck.
Sheila woke tired and groggy; as though the effort of sleeping had tired her out. She turned on the lamp and ran her finger along the bandana around her neck. Already she longed to place it over her eyes; she pulled it up and covered her eyes before quickly tugging it down once more. No, she couldn't; she had to stop acting like a whore.
In her dreams her watcher had pursued her; chasing her through the trees in the dark. She had run from him even though she wished only for him to catch her; when he did he held her down and fucked her. Right there on the forest floor; Sheila shivered unsure how much she wanted to think about the dream; what exactly did it say about her?
She laid her head against the head board in despair.
Tired of over thinking Sheila slid from the bed and stood naked at the window after several minutes of gazing out the window she pulled the bandana over her eyes and fought with herself not to snatch it away. Wear this over your eyes whenever you want a real cock the note had said when she found the blue scrap of cloth; now she knew it was the truth.
Ten minutes later and still she stood braced against the window waiting. She sighed deeply and sank to her knees, tears fell to be absorbed into the cloth at her eyes. She turned herself around leaning her back to the rough wall beneath the window. As she pulled her arms around her knees she felt something brush against the back of her hand. Sheila jumped and gave a startled cry; the motion knocked something to the floor.
"It's you." She gasped.
Again she felt something brush her knuckles; this time she opened her hand out. It was the carved cocked her stranger had left for her the night before.
"You want to watch me? But I..."
"Too hungry." His voice was a strangled whisper, rough like sandpaper.
