Its one of those days where you can feel the color. A crisp breeze stirs up a swirl of orange, red and brown leaves on the ground feet below my stand. The way the golden leaves pop against the clear blue sky is why I really hunt. Sure, the meat, the trophies, its all great, but the best part is being alone up in my stand watching and listening to the life around me. Its not the kind of life I am used to watching. Being an avid people watcher and a fan of life's odd events its refreshing to cut ties with human contact just for a few hours. Two birds, one stone: clear my mind, fill my freezer. I hear movement coming from behind my stand. It is only faint leaves crackling in the distance. Its getting closer, but moving very slow. Too slow and heavy for a squirrel. I was also pretty sure it wasn't a deer, which is what I am out here for. My buddies were supposed to be hunting a little east so the footsteps getting closer to me made no sense. I slowly shift in my stand to look over my shoulder at whatever is causing that noise. What I turn & see is certainly not what I am expecting. A few yards away from my stand was a woman, alone, not dressed to be out hunting. Hasn't anyone told her that the woods during bow season is not somewhere a girl just goes wandering around alone, especially this close to sunset. What the hell was she doing out here, alone, with nothing more than a hoodie, sneakers and tight jeans. Those jeans, by the way, are giving that tight little ass a firm hug & clinging to her slim yet strong things. What the hell is going on here? I'm sitting in my stand, minding my own business, waiting for my deer and out of nowhere comes this. What do I do? Should I just sit here like a creep in a tree or scare the living shit out of her and say something? She's just a few feet away now, close enough to see what little sun that can get through the leaves above reflecting off of her long brown hair. I can see her bright green curious eyes examining the land I just traveled to get to my stand. I can hear the slight tune that she's humming. The humming stops. She stops. Does she see me? She looks like shes lost in thought. I am captivated by her grace, something magnetic about her that's making my blood feel heavy in my veins. She's looking around now, like making sure shes alone. A long heavy sigh escapes her lips. I am surprised I haven't noticed by now how lush her lips are. Turned up at the corners slightly like a smirk, like a secret she's keeping. What the hell is she doing out here… ALONE? She parks that adorable little ass on a fallen log almost directly under my stand. She's going to scare the deer away. Hopefully she knows the suns going down quick and she'll scoot out out of here soon. She takes a deep breath and you can see the tension leaving her shoulders, her small frame appearing less wound up. She leans back on a branch that sticks out of the fallen trunk. I hope she doesn't look this way and see me. That could get awkward! She puts her hands in her hoodie pouch and takes another deep breath. When she takes her hands out of the pocket one hand slides down past the waist band of her snug jeans. A sliver of her creamy stomach shows. Very low slung pants reveal the shadow of her hip bone. Sexy, not sticking out, but lean. A bit of black lace panties peak out between her milky skin and denim. As her fingers slide deeper into the jeans, where once a light sigh came out, was now a deep moan that escaped her parted lips. I can only imagine that mouth wrapped tightly around my cock, which is now throbbing by the way. I could tell by the fast breathing and movement under her tight jeans this young lady was certainly enjoying herself. So was I, what a show! I am glad I didn't interrupt her. I can imagine her long fingers parting the moist folds and swirling her clit around. I wonder how she tastes, how she feels. Her free hand massaged her belly and worked up to caressing her breast. Not much more than a handful of tits, but it fit her small frame. When she finally penetrated herself with her finger a louder deeper moan came out as her knees curled up closer to her body. I can only image what her tight pussy would feel like clamping down on my hard dick. When she came her face looked so peaceful, eyes lightly closed and a grin of satisfaction. She sits for what could be a long moment or mere seconds, its hard to tell with a pulsating bulge in my pants driving me insane. She gives one last deep sigh, pulls her hand from her warm pussy and gets up. She smooths out her pants, re situates her hoodie, runs her fingers through her hair and goes back to humming her tune. She glances around to be sure no one but the woodland creatures witnessed her little show and nearly begins skipping away. I am left in my tree stand baffled. What the fuck just happened? The sky was beginning to darken & change colors. Its time to head back to my truck. I am going to have to get a beer on the way home. What a night, no deer but still a fantastic opening day.
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