Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
“Remember what I said earlier? Well, guess what? I bet you I can climb that tree.” She pointed to a cluster of trees in the near distance, stood up on her black sneakers, then dusted the dirt and grass from her jeans.
“Okay. Let’s see.” He was mighty surprised about this turn of events. “The girl who isn’t into nature all of a sudden wants to climb a tree. You’re a strange woman, English.”
“I know I am… and you like it.” She winked at him before sauntering away. He crossed his arms and watched her sashay to the base of the tree, then stand there for a good long while.
“Are you going to climb it or try to slow dance with it? What’s the hold up?” he barked.
“Shush!” A few moments later, she got her footing, and began to make her way up. Slowly, but surely.
“Well, I’ll be damned! You can climb a tree!”
“My brother taught me and my sister how!” she called out.
“Don’t go too far up, English. The branches might start thinnin’ out up there, unable to carry your weight.”
“I know… I just wanted to show you. Almost where I want to be.” After another minute or so, she paused, leaned against the tree, and looked around. “I wish I had binoculars! You should see the sky from here, baby.”
“I’ve got some. I’m coming up.” He slipped his backpack off his shoulder.
“You just don’t want to be outdone!” she screamed.
She had to know that was a challenge he couldn’t refuse.
“You aren’t a better climber than me, Dr. Zoidberg, and you just don’t want the competition.”
“Seeing is believing!”
He took the binoculars out of his bag, placed it on the ground, and jogged to the tree. In half the time she’d done it, he got up that thing, pleased with himself. She rolled her eyes, then laughed as he gave himself a pat on the back. He was huffing a bit and his palms burned something awful, but it was worth the aggravation. Pulling up behind her, he pulled her close and they rested against each other, cheek to cheek. Her light perfume drifted to his nostrils.
“I can smell you. Very nice, but I told you not to wear nothin’ out here. Attracts bugs.”
“I forgot.” She yawned. “It’s just a little body spray.”
“…And it’ll be a lot of body bites later on. They’ve got their own troop waiting for you now. MosquitoesforEnglish.org.”
As she laughed at his joke, he felt her giggles vibrating through his body, too.
“Here.” He removed the binoculars from his neck and placed them in her hand.
She held onto the tree with one arm and looked out of them, with the other. He listened to her talk about the birds, the dead branches of some nearby trees, a nest, and she even spotted a few squirrels below. He threw in a few “hmm hmms,” here and there, only half aware of what she was saying. For having her close messed with his head … and other places. His nature began to rise, and he found himself grinding his groin against her ass.
“…Axel. What the hell are you doing?”
He ignored her, pulled her hoodie down, and began kissing on the back of her neck. He could hear her breathing accelerate as she held onto the binoculars with a slightly shaky hand. Gripping the trunk with one hand, he reached around to the front of her pants and undid the button, then yanked at the zipper.
“Stop! Are you crazy?!” This was followed by a nervous giggle. “We’re in a tree!”
“Then call me the Keebler Elf. I’m tryna play with your cookies. Shit, I know where we are… I climbed up it, after you, remember?”
“But we’re in a tree,” she said again.
“And so are the birds and the bees. Fittin’, wouldn’t you say?”
He snatched her zipper the rest of the way down, and slid his hand in her panties. The soft pubic hair flattened against his palm, and now, he was upon the best creek in the entire forest—the sweet one between her legs. She began to purr like a panther, rotating her hips against his dry humps and finger acrobatics. He stroked her clit nice and slow, kissing all over her cheek and shoulder as they held onto that tree. He took the binoculars from her hand, draped them around his neck, then continued to play with her, his dick hard as concrete.
“Sweetheart, you’re so wet… wetter than that there creek… wetter than the ocean. You make me so fucking happy, baby…”
She sighed, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Her head bowed as she lulled against his chest, her stomach rising and falling… eyes closed… panting… The purrs turned to all out guttural moans, and he held her all the tighter.
“Fall back. I’ve got you, honey…”
She released the tree, practically convulsing as her orgasm broke free. Before she’d even settled, he locked one leg around her and pulled her panties and pants down past her ass, exposing soft brown ass cheeks that looked good enough to eat.