4. Please try to include witchy vibes, candles, an owl and dried flowers hanging upside down.
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The park ranger was on a trail he has never been on before. It was not marked on any maps but he has come across those before. The one seemed to run along the eastern side of the edge of the park. He was hoping to get back on one of the main trails soon so he can find a hut for the night before it gets too dark.
He scrambled up the small rise after pushing past some small bushes he found his way into a small clearing overlooking the mountain range. He could see the rough waters crashing on the rocks far below him. Across from that was rolling hill after rolling hill. The trees had started turning colors. The brilliant reds, oranges and yellows along the backdrop of the green pine trees.
He looked around and found what looked to be a small one room. It was old and in need of repairs but very charming. A shallow overhang was in the front of the structure. Hanging from the posts were upside down dried flowers and other plants hanging in their pots. There is a small table with chairs close to a cold fire pit.
He placed his backpack down and called to see if anyone was around. As he did he walked the small clearing. The evergreen trees sheltered the grove pretty well. On different tables and little overcropping were candles. All different sizes, shapes and colors. The ones closest to the door were lit, but the others waited to be called on again.
By the front door was a barrel filled with water. His hike has been tiring and he was thirsty. Grabbing the lid, he took a large sip of the cool crystal water. As he tipped his head back a voice called out to him. The voice demanded to know why he was drinking her water. The voice was female. He looked trying to find it, but it was hidden in the trees.
The voice called back again to him. But this time it sounded like it came from a different set of trees. He called back that he was just passing through. That he never has been on this trail before. He heard a sound like something fell behind him. He turned to find the person the voice was attached to standing there.
She was gorgeous in an earthy witchy kind of way. Her long red wavy hair framed her beautiful, freckled face. Her green eyes are striking. She was wearing a simple long sundress. All he could do was stare at this woman. After a few uncomfortable seconds of silence, he spoke up. Telling her again why he was there.
After listening to the story, she exclaimed that he would stay for dinner and can use the spare room to rest the evening. After she finished telling him that she turned and headed back into the hut. He was dumb stuck by what just happened. A few seconds later she called from the hut asking him to build a fire.
As he went about building the fire he thought of her beauty, how she was alone out by herself and so on. He also had many dirty thoughts, but he tried to keep them at bay.
The dinner took over an hour to prepare and make. He did not mind. He got to spend time talking with this vision. She served the stew in a small wooden bowl with a piece of homemade bread. Although he was hungry, he did not eat much. He was too engrossed in their conversion. He noticed the same for her bowl. She said something about him not eating, so he spent the next few minutes eating in silence with her, but their eyes did all the talking they needed.
After dinner he helped with the dishes. The sun was just about to tuck itself behind the mountains for the evening. This changed the sky into the most beautiful shades of red. She told him to go sit on the blanket and watch the sunset.
He did. He has seen the sun go down behind these mountains so many times before but here, now it was breathtaking. Just before the sun was gone, she came back to sit with him. Extremely closer to him on the large blanket. They spoke of nothing in particular but seemed distracted by the other.
A few strands of her flowing red locks fell over her eye. Without thinking he took his hand and brushed it behind her ear. His hand stayed there as their eyes met. That is when he pulled her face to him. She let herself be drawn in. They kissed. The first one spoke of the sexually energy they had between them. They pulled back, paused for a second and they let that sexual lust take over.
Their lips intertwined. Their tongues danced together. Their hands ran over each other. Their bodies rolled over each other. Clothes were removed and their mouths found new places to kiss. She stroked his harding cock and he kissed her perfect round breasts. Their bodies turned from two to one. Their moans echoing down into the valley below.
He picked her up and carried her back into the hut. Laying her down on the bed, he spread her legs wide. He pushed his raging hard cock into her wet waiting pussy. Her body froze for a second before she let out a long low moan. Then he started pumping his hips. Diving deep into her.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around him. Pulling him close. Her nails dug into his back. He felt the pain but the pleasure of his dick inside her was greater.
They changed positions, he was on top, he was behind her. She was forced to gag on his cock. Forced deep. In turn she laid him down and sat on his face, making him worship her.
He thought this evening was never going to end, but like all good things its time was ending. She yelled she was ready to cum and that he should cum with her. Her pussy started to throb. He lost all control. Their bodies as one orgasmed. Then their sweaty forms collapsed side-by-side. Their laid in each other arms as their fell asleep.