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?
A noise downstairs startled her and her hand flew to her chest, it was the front door. Could it be? Sheila hurried from the room pulling the bandana to her eyes as she reached the top of the stairs.
"Is that you?" She called out, her hand steadying her balance as she gripped the banister. She murmured a thousand pleas for it to be true. She raised her hand halfway to the blindfold when she felt a movement at her side. Her precarious position at the top of stairs stopped her from spinning round to find the source. A thickly muscled arm circled her waist and lifted her from her feet.
Tears of relief welled in her shrouded eyes as she was carried back to the bedroom. She cried out as she dropped to the bed bouncing once before lying still. She moaned softly as her knees were pushed apart and her dress was lifted high enough to reveal her naked breasts.
"I missed you." She gasped, "I missed you so much I had to come back."
Without preamble the thick head of a cock was presented to the entrance of her cunt, Sheila arched upwards as it thrust deep within her pinning her to the mattress below them. Thick gloved fingers surrounded her breast as her stranger began to pound his body into hers.
Sheila curled her legs around his waist, opening herself to him, clinging to him as she revelled in his confident possession of her body. She screamed her compliance until she bucked beneath him in satisfaction and felt him shudder inside her in response. His stubbled cheek rubbed the length of her jaw, gloved hands pinched and pulled at her hard dark nipples.
Sheila arched upwards; pressing as much of her skin to him as she could manage. She heard the hiss of breath next to her ear, felt his impossibly soft tongue swipe the length of her neck, teasing and tasting her. Her breath shuddered from her lungs as desire flooded her senses. She tightened around him; her thighs squeezing his waist, her arms pulling across his back and her cunt gripped him like a fist as though she was unable to ever hold him close enough.
The Hunter closed his eyes and revelled in the feel her possession of him; he held her pinned to the bed, his cock pounded into her soft moist flesh and she clung to him. She welcomed him; even as he pounded within her she called for more. She was murmuring to him with each long hard stroke he took.
"Who are you?"
Over and over like a mantra. As her muscles tightened over his flesh his control broke and he cried out as he spewed hot seed within her. It was not her name he called out in his passion but one word.