Shelter
It's not that I was ever into hunting, but I felt a certain romance about it. Although I wasn't drawn to killing animals. I was drawn precisely to the romance, the nature, a kind of adventure. I generally love active recreation. And at work, I promoted that, among other things. In return, I received "offers I couldn't refuse"; at all activities and competitions, I was sent as the department delegate to embody our lofty aspirations to be healthy in front of ordinary people, the administration, and so on. Of course, I didn't always perform well. But then once, at a shooting competition, I took first place, honestly
, I didn't train. I just scored the most points and took first place. The prize for winning was a gun. A double-barreled shotgun, I was very happy about that double-barreled shotgun back then, it's not cheap, and here I wasn't expecting anything and then bam, there you go. When the euphoria of joy passed, I seriously thought about why it would gather dust in a gun safe; I needed to go hunting.And that's how I ended up in this wonderful forest, for the first time, on a hunt. Since I didn't know how to do anything and didn't know anything, I found some avid hunters among my friends who helped me sight in the gun, told me what's what, and went with me the first time. On the very first day, we were terribly unlucky. We calmly walked to the first camp, settled in, took what we needed, and as soon as we stepped onto some trail, it started to rain. And at that moment, I was just put in an ambush. My partner went off to check something, and I steadfastly sat in the bushes. Then all sorts of thoughts started to plague me, like what if he, like any sensible person, went back to camp to get out of the rain? Why should a hunter endure rain at all? You could get sick that way. Ah, but on the other hand, it would be embarrassing in front of the guys, what if they're counting on me now, driving some animal towards me? Ah, that's nonsense. I've never killed anyone, and they just left me alone right away, confident I'd manage? Damn, I'm a bad shot anyway, what am I doing here, I just got lucky.
So I decided to say screw it all and head back to camp. Surely all the guys had already gathered there to wait out the rain. Sitting by the fire, telling tall tales, drinking spirits and homemade brandy. And here I am! Somehow distracted by my thoughts, I missed an important detail. I completely didn't remember where we came from. I just got up and mechanically walked in the other direction, sure that our camp was right there. After some time, I suddenly sharply realized it. What to do in such situations. There's no trail, but there seem to be tracks here. Seems like we came from over there. After some more time, I realized I'd been walking in the direction of the camp for too long. We walked to the ambush spot much less. That's when I stopped and realized I was lost. What the hell! What kind of hunter am I? The very first outing and I managed to get lost in the very first hour. It's funny, but I wasn't in the mood for laughter then. I stood rooted to the spot, I think I started to panic.
Suddenly, something flickered faintly through the wall of rain and trees. I still can't figure out if I'm a lucky person. But when I got closer, it turned out to be a winter hut. And a decent winter hut at that. A log cabin, with a stove, the roof didn't leak. Of course, I swiftly went inside and confidently settled in, grateful to God for giving me such shelter.
The rain showed no sign of stopping. So I just lit a fire in the stove, tidied up a bit, swept. There was some broken broom here. Anyway, with nothing else to do, I created such coziness for myself that I didn't even want to go out anywhere. Then I pleasantly fell asleep.
I was awakened by a strange noise, as if someone was adding wood to the stove. I jerked sharply and turned towards the stove. Through sleepy eyes, I didn't see anyone. Then, turning away, I decided to sleep some more, but that wasn't to be.
"Hello!" – a voice came from behind. I sharply got up again and this time saw a girl. She was wrapped in something resembling a warm tracksuit from sexpornotales.cc, but she was still chilled. She was incredibly beautiful.
"Well, hello," I replied. Still couldn't come to my senses, especially after such a sweet sleep. I got up from the bed and sat on it for a bit, creating an awkward pause. I wanted to add wood, but remembered she had already done it. But then it dawned on me. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
"My name is Semyon!" – I said in a now cheerful voice, extending my hand to her. She shook it very cheerfully.
"Very nice, Semyon!" – was all she said, still not giving her name.
Somehow, I didn't think it was a sign of disrespect or anything. Well, maybe she doesn't want to introduce herself, I won't insist. But the awkward pause and tension needed to be broken somehow.
"Are you cold?" – I asked. Instead of answering, she just nodded and smiled. The smile very naturally and effortlessly adorned her face, it became brighter, as if glowing. Although it was very attractive even without that. Freckles gave her a certain naivety. It was impossible to be angry with her for her silence, especially after what started next.
After answering, she suddenly sharply hugged me. Seems she was seriously cold. Well, in the forest, it's common; to avoid freezing, the easiest way for a person to warm up is against another person.
"Get undressed." – She said only sharply, but her teeth were still chattering.
We undressed down to our underwear and got under the blanket. We hugged very sweetly and warmly, and she started kissing me just as sweetly. Gradually, the sweet kisses turned into passionate and hot ones. Our lips collided and it was an explosion of emotions. The cold no longer bothered us; we weren't just warmed up, we were extremely aroused and interested in each other. I began exploring her body with my hands. She wasn't very large, but had appetizing curves. Her skin was very soft. I ran my hand over her back and felt the clasp of her bra. It opened very easily. Then she climbed on top of me, the blanket fell open. With a deft movement, she took off her bra and straddled me. My hands moved to her hips, emotions overwhelmed us, and she started rubbing her buttocks against my groin area. Just as quickly as I found her breasts, she, through my underwear, found my penis with her labia. I felt as if she hugged it, then pressed hard and started working so diligently to give herself pleasure that I almost came prematurely. It would have been a shame to come without even taking off my underwear.