a little put out that he doubted me, but also a bit relieved that he didn’t get the chance to see my gift up front. My safety depends on me keeping that under wraps for as long as possible.
“Then you basically just wait it out, using the trees or the bushes until we come and get you.”
“We?”
“More details for later. Wait here, I’m gonna head back down to the house and bring some supplies back, just in case you need to leave from here,” he then turns and runs away from me again in the direction of the Junk yard.
*****
Jake
Jesus fucking Christ. Just five minutes, I need just five or ten, no thirty minutes on my own to collect myself. My plan was to follow her on the run this morning and see how adept she was at working through the trees, but that was a no go. As soon as I made that crazy ass snap decision to make her run in that sports bra, I knew I was done for. My atypical male imagination kept thinking about her bouncing tits, then it progressed quickly to visualizing them bouncing out of that bra, sitting high and jiggling around as she was straddling my cock, riding me.
Her initial panting for breath did not help matters, it just made it worse, although the cute step counting thing did remind me to focus on my task in hand.
When she tripped and I looked down at her face, I couldn’t really see anything apart from her tits moving rapidly with her need to get more oxygen into her lungs. That then made me notice the sweat running in the crevice between them and then I wanted nothing more than to let my tongue follow it, to lead me to the rest of the package. Her fucking nipples, I could actually see them getting harder, just like I am now. I need to stop thinking about this.
I’m a red blooded male and it’s proving a challenge not to dominate this one, her neediness is making her so enticing. The times when she just submits to my way of thinking, tells me what I need to know, but the times when she gets all bitchy, well, that makes me just as fucking hard.
I’m a fucking ass hole for riding her about being distracted.
Fuck! Don’t think about riding her again!
And this is what happens, once it starts I can’t switch it off and I need some time out.
I need to figure out who the fuck she is before I get in too deep, much more of this and my cock will absolutely overrule the logic my head is trying to enforce.
Chapter Eleven
It was mesmerizing watching him run down the hill and I kept my body still and eyes locked, until I could no longer make out his shape and features with ease. I have no idea where he’s going but I’m feeling hot and sweaty and it’s definitely not just from the exercise. My damp clothes are starting to stick to me, so I decide on a quick shower, I could do with a few minutes to breathe and catch up. Stepping under the tepid water is bliss, shutting my eyes helps me reboot my internal systems and let the water wash away the exertion of the morning.
I can’t ignore the sensation of the water hitting my body or my wild imagination when my hands wash over my breasts. I’d normally wash over myself with as little fuss as possible, but today I’d describe my hands as roaming which is just bizarre. My nipples tingle, I’d even go as far as to say, they are heavy with desire. I let my hands wander down my torso, purposely avoiding that area. I’m daring myself to avoid it, because I don’t want to be that person. I can’t be turned on by someone I know I can’t have. The problem is, the more I wash everywhere but that area, the more it screams out for attention.
“Fuck it,” I let my fingers teeter dangerously close to the centre. I need this, I need to release some of the tension in my body before he gets back. Hell, I’ll do it just to shut that part of my brain up so I can concentrate on more important things, like surviving. Mimicking his pose from the other day, I place one hand on the wall to steady myself
“Then you basically just wait it out, using the trees or the bushes until we come and get you.”
“We?”
“More details for later. Wait here, I’m gonna head back down to the house and bring some supplies back, just in case you need to leave from here,” he then turns and runs away from me again in the direction of the Junk yard.
*****
Jake
Jesus fucking Christ. Just five minutes, I need just five or ten, no thirty minutes on my own to collect myself. My plan was to follow her on the run this morning and see how adept she was at working through the trees, but that was a no go. As soon as I made that crazy ass snap decision to make her run in that sports bra, I knew I was done for. My atypical male imagination kept thinking about her bouncing tits, then it progressed quickly to visualizing them bouncing out of that bra, sitting high and jiggling around as she was straddling my cock, riding me.
Her initial panting for breath did not help matters, it just made it worse, although the cute step counting thing did remind me to focus on my task in hand.
When she tripped and I looked down at her face, I couldn’t really see anything apart from her tits moving rapidly with her need to get more oxygen into her lungs. That then made me notice the sweat running in the crevice between them and then I wanted nothing more than to let my tongue follow it, to lead me to the rest of the package. Her fucking nipples, I could actually see them getting harder, just like I am now. I need to stop thinking about this.
I’m a red blooded male and it’s proving a challenge not to dominate this one, her neediness is making her so enticing. The times when she just submits to my way of thinking, tells me what I need to know, but the times when she gets all bitchy, well, that makes me just as fucking hard.
I’m a fucking ass hole for riding her about being distracted.
Fuck! Don’t think about riding her again!
And this is what happens, once it starts I can’t switch it off and I need some time out.
I need to figure out who the fuck she is before I get in too deep, much more of this and my cock will absolutely overrule the logic my head is trying to enforce.
Chapter Eleven
It was mesmerizing watching him run down the hill and I kept my body still and eyes locked, until I could no longer make out his shape and features with ease. I have no idea where he’s going but I’m feeling hot and sweaty and it’s definitely not just from the exercise. My damp clothes are starting to stick to me, so I decide on a quick shower, I could do with a few minutes to breathe and catch up. Stepping under the tepid water is bliss, shutting my eyes helps me reboot my internal systems and let the water wash away the exertion of the morning.
I can’t ignore the sensation of the water hitting my body or my wild imagination when my hands wash over my breasts. I’d normally wash over myself with as little fuss as possible, but today I’d describe my hands as roaming which is just bizarre. My nipples tingle, I’d even go as far as to say, they are heavy with desire. I let my hands wander down my torso, purposely avoiding that area. I’m daring myself to avoid it, because I don’t want to be that person. I can’t be turned on by someone I know I can’t have. The problem is, the more I wash everywhere but that area, the more it screams out for attention.
“Fuck it,” I let my fingers teeter dangerously close to the centre. I need this, I need to release some of the tension in my body before he gets back. Hell, I’ll do it just to shut that part of my brain up so I can concentrate on more important things, like surviving. Mimicking his pose from the other day, I place one hand on the wall to steady myself
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