Allender's Hunt - Sex Stories

Allender's Hunt

... you. You’re not fat and ugly. You’re drop dead gorgeous. You have a body to die for and I can feel those big breasts against me and your nipples are hard. You feel like silk against me and it makes me very horny. I think that’s the most I’ve talked to anyone in a year.” “Thanks, Raines; that’s very flattering, but I’m married,” she told him. “I’m very well aware of that,” he told her. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” “I appreciate that,” she said. “Let’s forget about it. Let’s just stay here and try to get warm. Would you mind if I slept?” “Maybe that would be best.” “How long do you think we’ll be here?” she asked. “I have no idea,” he told her. “It could blow over in a few hours or it could be a few days. We won’t starve but we’ll get thirsty if we don’t melt snow. I have a few pans we can use. I hate to leave you here, but I need to get more wood. I’ll use the radio and let Peter and your husband know we’re safe and hunkered down in a cave.” “I’ll be fine,” she said. “I’m getting warmer now. As soon as my clothes dry I’ll help you.” “I don’t need any help right now,” he told her. “You’ve just had a scare. Just stay here and I’ll be back.” In an hour he had stacked a huge supply of wood, including some large logs inside the cave and he unwrapped part of the elk they had taken. He cut strips from the loin and impaled them on green sticks, placing them over the edge of the fire. As fat began to drip and sizzle a delicious aroma began to permeate the air. He went out and ...

... brushed the snow aside, now more than a foot deep and plucked huge bundles of bunch grass, carrying them inside so the horses could eat. He hobbled them, not that there was much danger of them going far in this storm, and the strips of elk were done. Allender had been turning them over the fire and her belly was rumbling. Raines dug some salt out of his pack and they ate. It was the most delicious thing Allender had ever tasted. It tasted like very tender beef and they ate everything they had cooked. Raines took two metal pans and got them full of snow. They melted the snow over the fire and combined them. He went back and got more and they repeated the process until they had perhaps half a gallon of clean water. He put it in the outer cave to cool and banked the fire with large sticks of wood to last the night. It was fully dark and they decided to try to get some sleep. Allender stood up and they arranged the saddle pads for a mattress of sorts. It was narrow, less than three feet wide, and they were going to barely fit. She lay down and Raines stripped to his boxers and socks. She didn’t want to look but her eyes were drawn irresistibly to him. He was hugely muscular. His pro football past was evident. He had a couple of big scars on his knees where he had evidently had ACL surgery. He didn’t have that big belly she usually associated with football players. She supposed he must have lost a lot of weight after his football days. He slipped in beside her under the blankets. ...