Wood Nymph

 

It was a warm Indian summer day, but it was Elk season. You were following a big buck, when you smelled Marajuana. You frowned as you feared a high hunter might be near, which you felt was needlessly dangerous. You continued cautiously on, wiping sweat from your brow. 

Soon you came around a bend, to a slight clearing. There you found the source of the Marajuana smell. There was no hunter. It was a young woman. You quickly forgot about the elk you were following; this young brunette was buck naked, drunk as a skunk, and flying higher than an eagle. Sitting and swaying on a log, she looked like a sexy wood nymph. 

Above her, you noticed a no hunting sign. Normally you would be disappointed. However, looking upon the wood nymph, was very exciting, and arousing you realized, your cock hard within your jeans. You stood in a trance, unsure what exactly to do. Soon she solved that for you, when she looked upon you with bloodshot eyes.

“Hello. I'm Hyllisei, I own thiss lann.  Yoo canned hunn herr,” she slurs. 

“Yes, I see the sign. Beautiful Hyllisei, Im X. There's nothing I can do to get you to change your mind, is there?,” you ask.

“Welll, yoo arr sexssy.  Ann I'm zzzrunk ann high. Whish means Im horney.  Sooo maybe wee c'n worg somethin' oud,” she tells you.

“I like the way you think,” you tell her. 

“Gooond.  I thing won uhf us over zzressed donn yoo?” she asks you. 

“Easily rectified,'' you tell her, as you lean your rifle against a tree, and take off your orange shirt, followed by your boots, jeans and underwear.

“Oh, nish dick.  Juzz lemme finish my joinn ann i'll suck yoo,” she told you as she took another toke. You were happy to wait.