Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“What are you doing up here?” he growls, his voice at full volume.
“Shhhh,” I respond. “We’re not even supposed to be up here, so keep it down! How did you find me, anyways?”
He shoots me an amused glance.
“I asked you last week what you were doing today, and you said you were thinking of coming to the nature preserve. So I decided to surprise you. But honey, I didn’t expect to find you up in a tree.”
I shush him again.
“I know, and you’re not supposed to be here either! But shh, there’s an Inca dove in a neighboring tree, so don’t disturb her! I’m getting some great views.”
Jethro turns to look but doesn’t see anything.
“Oh sorry,” he grins, not sorry at all. I roll my eyes and we watch in silence for a few moments, although Jethro still looks puzzled.
“Over there! By the red leaf about halfway up.”
He squints and then nods.
“Oh yeah, that,” he whispers. “Very cool.”
We watch in silence for a few minutes and then, the dove gets back to work. I sigh happily, lost in my birding. This is the life because not only do I have a safe place to sleep and a wonderful man in my bed, but he actually came out here to share in my hobby. Who would have guessed? I never knew my existence could be so idyllic. But then, after a few minutes, I feel something poking into my side. At first, I swat at the mysterious object, but the insistent nudging continues and my eyes widen as I turn to look. This man cannot be serious right now!
“We’re up in a tree,” I manage between gritted teeth. “In public, in a nature preserve. You cannot be serious. We are not having sex right now.”
“No, this is great,” Jethro says with a devious grin. “You have good balance right?”
I can’t help but roll my eyes at this crazy man. I mean, seriously, is this what free use is about?
“You did agree to anytime, any place,” Jethro whispers hotly in my ear. “Besides, I can tell you want it, honey.”
He’s right because I do kind of want him, actually. It’s astonishing because when I was living on my own, I had almost no libido. Sure, I went out on dates every so often, but the guys never did anything for me. But now that I’m with Jethro, it’s as if I’ve become a crazed sex-maniac goddess. I need it and I need him so much that it hurts sometimes, and sure enough, as I watch, my man undoes his shorts so that his huge shaft springs out. He’s rock hard and dripping already, a bead of come pearling at the tip, and involuntarily, my mouth starts to water as my nipples harden.
“Free use,” Jethro rasps with a devilish smile. “Anywhere, anytime, baby.”
OMG, are we really doing this? But I know the rules and the fact is that I want it too. Slowly, I lift my skirt a bit, and then pull my panties to the side, revealing my moist pink slit.
“I’m ready,” I whisper reverently. “Put it in, big boy.”
It’s a little awkward given that we’re halfway up a tree, but Jethro lines his hardness up with my waiting hole and gently begins to push. My pelvis pulses as my thighs spread of their own accord. Like a slut, I even reach down with one hand, pulling my pussy lips apart to show him my huge nub.
“Mmmm,” is my hum. “Oh yeah.”
Harsh streaks appear on my man’s cheeks as he regards me with that intense gaze.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart. But can you grab onto that bough off to the right and angle your ass towards me?”
I do as I’m told, careful to balance myself on the thick, sturdy branch as Jethro pushes forward again. Mmm, this feels so good and soon, he’s buried deep in my wet folds. Fuck yeah! Who knew things could be so dirty? We’re literally having nasty sex outdoors at a nature preserve, in a tree no less. I’ve never been athletic, but this is definitely the most acrobatic sex I’ve ever had.
But Jethro doesn’t stop there. He pumps me a few times, both of us groaning, before pulling out. My little hole winks in disappointment and I stare at him.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I moan. “I thought it was just getting good.”
A devilish light enters my man’s eyes and he grins.
“Can you hook your ankles over those tree boughs?” he asks. “Really pull your legs up?”
I gasp because the tree boughs he’s pointing to are about shoulder height, or even higher! I’m going to be strung up like I’m being hung out to dry. But I always do what my man requests, and straining and shifting, I manage to hook both my ankles up and apart so that my legs are basically in a parted vee. My butt’s still on the bough, but it’s a perilous balancing act.