I’m no slouch when it comes to tracking someone either, especially with fresh prints. But the rain’s created such a sludge on either side of the road, I wouldn’t know which way she went after about ten yards.
Closing my eyes, and ignoring the icy rain and wind, I feel my surroundings.
No other way to say it, but it’s how I was taught by the best. Tracking isn’t always about looking. It’s ninety percent feeling.
And that’s just what I want when it comes to Stacey, so my instincts have to be right.
I move off the edge of the highway and into the thicket before the woods, brushing past drenched foliage and heavy drips from above but getting no real relief from the sideways gale that’s now blowing.
My light wanders, but it’s clear I’m only highlighting the driving rain and nothing else.
She couldn’t have gone too far, just to use nature’s bathroom I mean.
My ears are keen, my head tilted for the slightest sound above the weather and it isn’t long before I hear the low, steady growl of a singular wild animal.
A young bear, no doubt in my mind. I’ve heard the sound a hundred times.
The sound of an animal in a similar position to us all.
Likely frightened and liable to do anything to get to safety.
I want to call out again, but if she’s anywhere near wildlife, I daren’t create panic for her or the animal.
No, I’ll find her myself. I already feel pulled in a certain direction.
I know I’ll find her.
And find her I do. But not anywhere near how I expect. To the point, I have to bite down on my hand to fight from crying out at the sight of her loveliness.
She’s drenched, freezing cold, and stripping near-naked with her perfect, apple shaped ass facing me in the dim light.
Bending over as she slides out of her gray sweats, dark from the rain.
Her white T-shirt like skin at her side as her stunning young body is bent over before me for an instant.
Long enough for me to recognize her as well as appreciate her.
A low moan escapes me as I feel my dick start to throb to attention. The detail of her drenched sex outlined in her panties.
Those thick, smooth thighs and perfectly formed hips shifting in time with her body before she stands, slowly turning.
Making me moan louder at the sight of her thick chest bustling through her lace bra that has a hole here and there.
One with a perfect, bullet sized nipple peeking out through it as she shudders another glance around into the woods.
My own wood, uncontainable, I cover my mouth and God help me, I free my aching cock from its cotton prison, feeling only some relief when I start to pump my hand across my stiffness.
The heavy beads of my precome are natural lube, slapping in the night air, but drowned out by the weather until I groan loudly again.
I’ve found her, and more than that, she’s half-naked, her chest swollen and her mound sodden, making me groan again as I feel my balls rising quickly.
My own climax so close at the sight of her is uncontrollable.
I feel my knees lock and my eyes roll back.
But no. I can’t waste it like this. As much as I want to come right now, as much as my thick rod twitches under my grip… I can’t.
Everything I have, here inside of me.
It’s for her.
I can’t feel whole and complete until I fill her with my hot seed, fill her with the chance of our own.
Us.
Our own family.
The heated itch of my cock is maddening, and I watch with a fascination once her own hands stray across her body, making my meat pulse and twitch again.
It’s like a hot stream, the clear yearning I have for her, flowing from me. But I can sense too that she needs more than just a man beating off to her in the bushes.
She needs the whole man, a real man.
A man who knows what he wants as well as understanding her own needs. She needs all of him and all he has to give her.
I know in a split second that I’m that man.
It’ll cost me, I know. And I’ll have to confront my dearest friend, her father. But I know with all my heart that she belongs to me now.
I only have to go forward and claim her.
Satisfy her and prove what we both know is right.
She knows I’m watching her. She’s no fool.
Eventually, she gasps, cries out for me, calling me by my name and I rush towards her, absently tucking myself back into my pants. Not even caring if she sees what she’s done to me.
I’ll never be the same again, and the sight of her, the sound of her voice will always stir the same feelings inside me.