A Good Hunt - part three

Dinner and dessert…

Birds dressed and on ice, the last thing to do before dinner was to clean up. Walking up the staircase with his hand on her arse she was falling into a sizzling fantasy. He knew it too. “I’ll take over from here”, her lover whispered as he undressed her, placing her gently on his bed. She was still wet from her own pleasuring. He enjoyed her with all his tongue could give. She arched her back fiercely as they played.

Forcefully he grabbed both her wrists and lifted her out of his bed and marched her into the shower. The wild defiant look in her eye told him she did not like to be interrupted. But, as his hands went from forceful to gentle she began to smile, enjoying the way he was washing every inch of her body. He asked her to sit so he could shave her and she obliged. Then it was her turn. He leaned spread eagle against the shower wall while she soaped him from his ankles to his face, with a little extra hand washing of his arse. When he turned to face her she could not resist him, all of him. There was something so exciting about the way she got after it. He groaned with delight. “Ohhhh, there’s really no time for this.” He moaned. “Oh?” she laughed with her mouth full. But she consented to stop, save it for later. Out of the shower they toweled each other off.

His gentle toweling caused her to become very quiet, very submissive. She knew what was happening. His kisses became gentle as though she was a baby. His touches carried the same tenderness. He was handling her like glass, like a precious gift. As he dressed her he watched the delight in her eyes. She was his pleasure. As he held her he whispered how turned on he became seeing her with his friend. “Will you please me, will you let me share you?” he whispered. The smile on her face, the look in her eye, her touch told him…yes. Time slowed as they gazed into each other’s soul. His thoughts were about how best to present her, to show her off. Her thoughts were about pleasing her lover, being his perfect gift.

‘DINNER!!!” the friend shouted at the bottom of the staircase. His bellowing shocked them back into reality.

She descended the staircase; her beauty hit the friend between the eyes like buckshot. She became the main course of conversation at the meal. Both studs flirting, joking, and laughing with their beauty. Carrying their dishes to the kitchen, she accidentally, well, maybe intentionally, backed into the friend. Turning to catch her, the friend threw his arms around her waist. “Oh my, I’m sorry,” he said looking at her lover. “Feels pretty good, eh?” her lover laughed. The friend seemed choked as his arms slowly left her waist, but not before a parting brush to her backside. She pressed into his hand for a hot second. Her lover pressed into her front side as placed his wares in the sink. This made her a delicious sandwich between the two. “Share dessert?” her lover asked his friend. She smiled and squirmed and they were hot! From the front her lover’s hands went straight to her hot spot; the friend began the same from behind. This sent her into frenzy. Two different hands probing in and out, playing with her clit, her lips. One hand was familiar, the other was new, and as good as she thought. “Let’s go out on the porch”, her lover laughed. “You guys go get comfy and I’ll clean up this mess”, the friend laughed back.

It was a hot evening, the locust were humming their song, the screen door opens with a screech and then slams

A Good Hunt

The beginning…………….


Quite by chance they were seated facing each other. He was headed west for a few days of hunting. She was ‘hunting’ as well. She had long brownish blonde hair and electric blue eyes. His rugged good looks were breathtaking. Stolen looks turned into long hard stares. She noticed the hardness in his jeans growing. She teased him by taking off her jacket to reveal a tight pink sweater. He stared at what was going on under her sweater and smiled.

Suddenly she broke off the stare. “What’s wrong hot shot?” he asked, “Can’t take it?”
“I can take all of you”, she replied with a beautiful smile. He rubbed his jeans, she sat in revealing comfort, just a hint of her showed. He could not take his eyes off of her, any part of her. She motioned for him to come sit beside her. He stood up towering over her for a second so his zipper would be in her face; she ran her hands over him and squeezed just enough. By the time he sat beside her she had run her hands where he wanted. She placed a finger on his lips. He obliged with his tongue. That was not the last time he would hear her moan.

She turned a bit more to face him, swept her flowing hair back. “What are you hunting?” she asked. He couldn’t resist her any longer. “These.” He said as he stared at her sweater and quite to his delight, her body responded. “Come with me?” he asked. She asked him to pinch tighter before she nodded her head yes. The train slowed, they both stood to gather their composure. Suddenly the train jerked to a stop. Thrown together, he held her from behind running his hands down her sides to her arse and back up to her breasts. She melted into him in a way he could not believe.

His mansion was close to the station, so they walked. The closer they got the faster the walk. He could not take his eyes off her flowing hair and beautiful eyes. She could not keep her hand off his arse. Anticipation was building.

With his hand on the base of her neck he whisked her into his paradise. On every wall hangs a trophy bird or fish or four-legged creature. Plush furniture and carpets fill every room. Sunlight turns to prisms through the etched glass windows. His home stirs her soul. Is this a dream?

While he starts a fire she heats up on her own. Slowly she removes her clothes; he does a double take as he looks up from the hearth. So, he just leans back on his elbows and enjoys the show. Twisting and grinding she twirls her ass down to his face. She plays; he plays. Running his fingers down her back, he smacks her arse hard enough to leave a handprint. The stroke of his hand more than once gets them to boiling. Looking over at the small solid game table, looking back at her arse, he smiles. “Perfect fit,” he thinks. Standing up he takes the beauty from behind and whispers his desire to have her. He leads her over to the table. She’s just a bit defiant. Deliberately he bends her over the table, stretches out her arms, and instructs her not to move. “Watch me,” he demands. She doesn’t twitch as she watches him undress then remove four white silk ties from a drawer. He secures her outstretched arms to the top of the table legs. Her legs spread are tied to the bottoms. Pressing his chest to her back he feels her body respond to his sensations. The slow love dance starts with kisses to the back of her neck. Kisses slowly proceed south. With strength and skill the warrior begins to dominate her body, her thoughts. Each move intensifies her desire to surrender more to him. THEN…total surrender. The gates of her temple thrown open, he is welcomed in. Part of him disappears, she appears in his heart.

Delicate treatment of his spoils and tender intimacy continue well into late evening.


.....to be continued