Bron's Bush Lover

Bron strode along the rocky trail, the odd dry twig snapping beneath her feet, as she stepped over thick roots emerging from the ground like some sort of squid’s tentacles emerging from the sea.

She brushed past a low growing bush, a branch snagging on the bare skin of her arm, leaving a scratch as she pulled away.

“Damn.” She checked the damage, licking her finger to wipe at the tiniest drop of blood.

It was no where near as bad as the scratch on her leg, which had required two sticking plasters, and had almost been enough to stop her carrying out this ridiculous challenge.

After all, nude bushwalking had not exactly been her preferred way to spend a weekend.

She pushed on. She wasn’t far from the hut now, and she was looking forward to getting a fire lit and putting some clothes on for the evening.

Dark clouds loomed over the nearby peak, and there was a cool bite to the air. She desperately hoped it didn’t snow overnight, or worse, while she was walking out the next day. She’d only get her money if she completed the hike without a stitch of clothing, as confirmed by a good friend able to take tasteful photos, and she didn’t want to be walking nude in the snow.

She climbed up the gradual incline, her heart soaring as she recognised the ancient myrtle growing halfway up.

She’d made it.

Sure enough over the hill was the rustic wooden hut in the middle of a small clearing, the sun breaking through the clouds to light up the area with it’s magnificent rays as though brightening the space just for her.

“Thank you!” she called to the sky, racing through the last of the trees to step into the warm rays. She dropped her pack, the sweat that had formed on her back cooled now by the breeze, her nipples peaking as goosebumps formed over her skin.

“Time to get dressed.”

“Now that would be a shame.”

She glanced up to see a man standing barely more than a few feet away, also completely naked.

Every inch of him was gorgeous, from his toned chest to his semi-erect cock, and her pussy clenched at the sight.

“Wouldn’t you prefer to stay as you are, and enjoy nature’s comforts?”

She was about to retort that being freezing cold wasn’t hardly a comfort when she realised the warmth she felt wasn’t just her body’s reaction to him, but also because the breeze had dropped, the sun’s rays now warming her completely.

He crossed the space between them in a few steps, brushing a loose strand from her forehead.

“And would you like to experience nature’s pleasures, too?” His cock twitched, close enough to brush against her leg, and she was instantly wet.

“Are you the billionaire who sponsored this?” She couldn’t understand how else a naked man could be at her favourite hut. It was in the middle of nowhere, forgotten from all the maps of the area. As far as she knew, no one knew it was there.

“Billionaire?” He gave a chuckle. “What is a billionaire?”

She frowned. There was something intoxicating about his presence, and she was struggling to hold onto the strands of thoughts filtering through her mind.

“Someone who is incredibly rich,” she said. “I’m raising money for a charity. I wanted people to sponsor me on this bushwalk, he said he’d give them a million dollars if I did it naked.”

“You are doing something to raise money, and then you will give this money away?”

She nodded.

“You are not like the people who used to visit my hut.”

“Your hut?”

He nodded. “I built it.”

“How?”

He tilted his head as he peered at her. “With wood, and nails and a hammer. I chopped down the wood from this very spot, milled it, sanded it back. This was my pride and joy.”

Her gaze flicked over his face. He seemed convinced he was telling the truth, but what he was saying was impossible. He must barely be her age. This hut was at least sixty years old.

And who had never heard of a billionaire. He must be delusional.

“May I pleasure you?”

She met his gaze, her heart pounding at the desire she saw. He might be delusional, but he was also attractive, and she wasn’t one to turn down sex when it was offered.

“Please do.”

He grinned, dropping to his knees to nuzzle between her legs. His fingers slid between her folds, pressing inside to stroke the walls of her cleft as his tongue worked her clit, circling and sucking and flicking.

He was skilled, that was certain, and it didn’t take long for an orgasm to tear through her body.

Her knees gave way and he wrapped his arms around her legs and backside as she gripped him, fully supported by him as he continued his assault on her pussy, bringing her to another orgasm before dropping backwards to lay on his back on the grass, Bron sprawled on top.

“That pleased you?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Damn right it did.”

“Will you ride me?”

“Do you have a condom?”

He laughed, a sound like the tinkling of tiny bells interweaving with his deep voice. “Have you not guessed? I am not human. I will not fill you with a child, nor will I pass on disease. You are safe with me, if you wish to continue.”

“What?” He really was delusional. Bron narrowed her eyes. “Prove it.”

He sighed, and rolled his eyes. “Very well.” He reached out a hand to touch the grass, and instantly a circle of daisies appeared around his hand.

Bron’s eyes widened.

“Whoa.”

“Indeed.” He smirked at her. “So, pleasure? Or no pleasure?”

Bron pressed her lips against his, her nipples just grazing his chest as she positioned her pussy over his cock, pressing down over him as he gave small thrusts his cock easing inside.

She gasped. He was big, so much bigger than he looked. But the deeper he got the more satisfied she felt. He stretched her, but it felt amazing. She kissed him, as they moved together, holding each other tighter as their thrusts increased.

Soon Bron was gasping as yet another orgasm tore through her.

His thrusts increased, and he gasped as he came, sinking back into the grass as she let her body relax on top of his.

“How is it I’ve never seen you here before this?” she asked, as he traced lazy circles on her back with a warm hand.

“Because I only just built the hut.”

She frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. I found this place a decade ago.”

He shrugged. “The worlds collide, and then they don’t.”

“Does that mean you won’t be here when I come next time?”

He shrugged again. “Maybe.”

So pushed herself up to hold his gaze. “So we should make the most of this time, just in case.”

He grinned. “Making the most of time is always the wisest course of action.”

She pressed her lips against his, her hand wrapping around his cock.

“Then we’d better get onto that.”

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