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Allender's Hunt

Allender’s Hunt By blackrandl1958 “Allender, are you ready?” her husband called. They were leaving for two weeks in the Mountains on an elk hunt. She was looking for her foam pad. She knew sleeping on the ground can become very uncomfortable without some high density foam between her body and the earth and the ground could be miserable and cold. “Brian, have you seen my Ensolite pad?” she called. “I put it in the truck already,” he called back. She grabbed her backpack off the floor by the door and they went to the truck. It was going to be a long drive. Brian Saline watched his wife come outside and down the sidewalk. He still couldn’t believe he had talked her into marrying him. They had been married three months and his heart still pounded every time he looked at her. She was a tall, slender dark haired girl. Her hair was that dark, blue/black color you sometimes see. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a button-up white blouse. She looked so sexy he wanted to take her back inside and fuck her right then. She was obviously not wearing a bra. He could see those large, firm breasts sway and jiggle inside her top and as she swung her backpack into the truck he marveled at the way she filled out the denim of her jeans. She was a gym rat and it was easy to tell in the way her ass jutted out, making men drool on themselves. She climbed in and looked at him. “What?” she asked. “I just can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he told her. She smiled, her teeth flashing white in her ...

... creamy face. She that rare pale, almost translucent skin and she was careful to wear sunblock since she spent a lot of time outdoors, running through their neighborhood every morning and spending many afternoons by the pool in their backyard. They both loved hiking and camping and shared a love for hunting. This was the second time they had gone together and he knew she was a crack shot with any kind of weapon. Her father had raised her deer and moose hunting on the Upper Peninsula and she had taken many deer and two moose. Neither of them had ever killed an elk and they were looking forward to the hunt. She was hoping to take one with a bow. Brian wasn’t much into bow hunting, but he admired her for doing it. It was a long way to Colorado and they stopped for the night in Des Moines. Late the next afternoon they rolled into Salida and met their guides there. They were hunting the Big Baldy Mountain area and they were driven back into the wilderness where they found their base camp. The journey from there was by horseback and they would begin the next day. They had two guides and a third man that tended camp for them. They were introduced to the guides and they liked one of them right away. Peter Thompson was a little cowboy about five feet eight and a hundred and twenty pounds. He looked to be in his late forties and he was wiry and light on his feet. The other guide was Raines Parker. He was a whole different animal. He was about six five, looked like he weighed two hundred ...