It was natural. Maybe my head was playing games with me, or again, maybe it was just my hormones, but I felt the look conveyed more. (Wishful thinking.) Or maybe it was just the way I dressed. After all, I was likely the only one for miles that daily wore a cowboy hat, boots and a buckle as part of their wardrobe. So, it could have been a look of curiosity.
I walked on with the image of her literally running through my mind. My sex was thickening and getting longer the more and more I thought about her. How I wanted to pin her up against a tree and kiss her madly. I wanted nothing more than to fuck this pussy all day, if I could. Then suddenly she leaned in and kissed me. After calming down we both stood and got dressed. It wasn’t a romantic view by any means, but the trees parted enough her to still pro ide us with privacy.
