Many thanks to everybody who contacted me with their support for another Hunter story. I hope you like where it took me.
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Sheila paced her bedroom floor for the eighth night in row. She had been home over a week and she had not had one decent night's sleep. Her work focus was shot and today she had nearly fallen asleep in an important meeting. Her boss was suggesting that she took some time off but how could she when she had only just returned from a weeks leave?
It was a week in her regular retreat that had caused this dissatisfaction with her real life. Her cabin in the woods had been her refuge for years now but now she was torn between wanting to drive up there right now and never returning to the forsaken place.
On her last visit she had met a man, she didn't know his name or even his face but she knew his body. And he really knew hers.
At one time that thought would have made her blush but there was a different form of heat rising from her tonight.
Sheila paced the lemon coloured carpet for another circuit, annoyed at her own awareness of the thin satin slip as it brushed her skin with every movement she made. As she felt her nipples harden against the soft fabric Sheila eyed the carved wooden cock on her bedside cabinet and felt the moisture build in her pussy.
The phallus had been a gift from her mystery watcher in the woods. In a show of gratitude Sheila had used it for the first time right there on the porch. In appreciation her watcher had left her a bandana to wear as a blindfold whenever she wanted a real fuck. She had put that to good use too.
She hadn't wanted to leave her cabin and return to reality and she hadn't wanted to leave her mystery man. She had no name for him; how would she ever find him again? That was one of the reasons she had for not returning to the cabin, what if she never saw him again? Her time in her precious woods in her lovely little house there would be only a shadow without him; forever ruined by his absence.
As dawn pushed through the blinds at the window Sheila gave up on sleep. She was so tired she could barely swing her legs from the bed. This was no state to go to work in. Maybe if she went to the cabin she could look for her sensual stranger, she could ask at the campsite. If she went today then it would be recent enough for someone to remember him.
Packing a small bag Sheila drank half a pot of coffee before calling her boss and confirming that she would take the offered leave and call in a few days to confirm the date of her return. With the decision made she could feel the tension dissolve within her; this is what she needed to do. She needed to find her stranger and ...what? She thought harder; what was she going to do once she found him? She could think of that when she found him and she didn't even try to consider how long that might take.
The parking place for her cabin was nearly a mile from the cabin but the forest was too dense to for her to drive any closer. Even if she could she would need a tank to traverse the undulating path to her isolated home. She had bought supplies which she transferred to a rucksack and her travel bag was small enough not to be a burden on her trek. Sheila took a deep breath and headed down the rabbit trail to her cabin.
She hadn't called out for her mystery watcher, although the temptation had been there. She had scanned to woods for any sign of him but she knew that would be fruitless; she had never seen him even when she knew he was out there. More than that he could have walked up to her and shook her hand and she would have been none the wiser. I would know him by the feel of his cock inside me though, she thought to herself. Not that useful in polite company though she mused. Sheila ran her finger along the ridge of her left shoulder where he had marked her with his teeth that wonderful night. The wound was gone now but she could still see the mark when she looked in the mirror. It was her only reminder that it wasn't a dream; that he was real.
The hunter stirred within his cave. He had been sleeping more since the woman had returned home, passing the time in oblivion. It was her he was thinking of as he opened his eyes but he dismissed the thought. She would not return for another few weeks, if at all. He ignored the part of him that considered that she may have run from him.
He stretched and yawned and considered sleeping for another hour just so that the day did not loom in front of him like some endless chasm. As a show of bravado he sat up; determined not to be ruled by his desire for a woman. Though he did consider checking her cabin; as a courtesy of course. It was only right that he keep an eye on her vacant property if he was in the area.
As soon as he left the cave he could sense the disturbance in the forest; to the south birds left their roosts flapping in alarm. Cocking his head he listened hard. With narrowed eyes he set out to find the intruder; still not daring to think that it may be his woman.
He saw her only a half a mile from the cabin. She wore jeans and a vest top and carried a large rucksack of supplies. His loins tightened painfully at the knowledge whilst his heart soared. He followed her making not a sound in the undergrowth.
Sheila was grateful to be able put the rucksack down as she unlocked the door to the cabin. It was here that she had sat and performed for her watcher, the memory raised colour in her cheeks and heat to her blood. She put the groceries away and carried her bag upstairs to her bedroom. She pulled off the sensible jeans and vest and rifled through her bag for her forest uniform; a shift dress over bare skin. The dress came to mid thigh and was soft and loose. With a smile she tied the bandana around her neck and tucked the carved wooden cock into her pocket.
And now what? She wondered.
They had met because he had been watching her. She had been able to signal her interest because he had been watching her but what should she do now?