Even though, when it comes to Tina, I think I’m already one step ahead of her on that one.
“Just mind how ye go. And make sure you take your radio with ye!” she calls after me once I make an exit.
“I will,” I call back. “Nice and easy.”
Already feeling like some of the weight in my mind’s been lifted. And already feeling the weight at the front of my jeans as I think of her.
Knowing I actually have Tina to myself not just for the day, but all night tonight as well.
It doesn’t surprise me to hear myself whistling a happy tune as I stow enough gear and supplies for two instead of four in the hiking packs.
Making sure Tina’s is lightest of all.
Already picturing the thousand different places I want to show her.
Having her alone is one thing, but I really want to show her how beautiful this place is. And the change in weather overnight gives us an unusually perfect day ahead for this time of year.
Or is it just how thinking about her makes the sun seem brighter, and the clouds less gloomy?
Either way, I’ve never been more eager to go on a trail hike. But the sooner we get to the cabin, the sooner I know we can have total privacy.
Unless she really does just want to see the sights and look at the view.
The thought makes me shake my head to myself.
No. She’s up for it, I know she is. Why else would she get so upset if she wasn’t interested in me in that way?
Ready to go whenever Tina is, I head back to the house, and entering through the kitchen, I can see my faithful housekeeper piling a fresh plate high with food.
“And no,” she says in a stern tone. “I might forget a lot of things, but I wasn’t going to see ye go hiking on an empty stomach!” she declares, putting her hands on her hips until I take a seat at the ancient wooden table.
Letting me know I’m not going anywhere until I’ve cleaned my plate.
“What about…?” I start to ask. Stopping myself before I make it obvious all I’m interested in is Tina, but Mrs. Corbett’s features soften as she sighs knowingly to herself.
“She’s in the dining room having her breakfast.” She smiles. And after a pause she rests her hand on my shoulder. “Go to her, Mack. Her mother and that Ben fellow will be ages yet,” she says in a hushed tone.
My eyes meet hers, and patting her hand, I’m reminded that she’s the closest thing I have left to family.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Mrs. Corbett.”
Lifting my plate and myself from the table and pretending not to notice when Mrs. Corbett has to dab her eyes with her handkerchief, I make my way through to the dining room.
Tina’s empty plate is the first thing I spot, followed by her perfect behind as she stands on tippy-toes looking intently at one of the dozens of old photographs that line the walls.
Silver Fox Ranch has a long but silent history, meaning it used to be a retreat for a lot of important people who nobody would remember these days.
She turns to notice me, flushing with embarrassment once she notices I’ve been admiring a very different kind of scenery.
The image of every part of her is something already etched in my mind, and I’m only hungry for more the longer I look.
“Mind if I join you before we head off?” I rasp, motioning toward my stacked plate with my eyes.
Feeling my lip curl with satisfaction when I notice Tina’s eyes move from mine to my plate and further down.
My groin swelling by the second once it’s clear she doesn’t mind taking a look as much as I enjoy looking at her.
“You expecting a breakfast rush?” she asks, snorting nervously at her own joke.
“The food, I mean,” she flushes, looking down.
“Oh!” I exclaim, forcing a chuckle and taking a seat before I reach full hardness.
My dick seeming to have a mind of its own whenever Tina’s nearby.
If she ever does wander too far, it wouldn’t be too hard to find her.
“It’s the most important meal of the day,” I tell her, adding that the ranch only started taking guests as a way to get rid of all the leftovers from Mrs. Corbett’s constant cooking.
But my own little attempt at humor falls flat.
Tina looks unsure of herself, staring at me blankly before she blinks.
“I’d better get my glasses,” she says suddenly. As if she’s either just remembered or is looking for a way out of sitting through watching me eat a mountain of food.
“I can’t see anything without them,” she adds quickly.
And when she moves toward the door to go, I do the right thing and stand up whenever a lady leaves the table or room.