A pink tongue flicks out and licks the berry juice off her plump lips. A bolt of electricity straight goes to my cock and he jumps in my trousers. Christ, those lips.
I lower the binoculars.
Perspiration pours off me, even though it’s autumn. My hand reaches for the cold beer on the windowsill and I take a long swig. It does nothing to help cool me off.
Damn this woman who’s trespassing on my land.
A fence came down in a storm a few weeks ago. It’s near one of my cattle runs and before I could fix it, she must have mistaken it for a path.
That was three weeks ago. She’s been up here every Saturday since, wandering round my land, picking my blackberries and wildflowers, and probably talking to the goddamn butterflies.
It would be easy to mend the fence and put a sign up to say keep the fuck out. But then I wouldn’t get to watch her.
I raise the binoculars. She’s picking berries with her back to me. It’s a sturdy looking back, with broad shoulders and wide hips; a well-made woman. My dick twitches appreciatively.
“Go easy fella.”
Yup, I’m talking to my dick. That’s what happens when you spend too much time alone.
My dick doesn’t usually complain; he’s gotten used to it being just him and my hand. But since this honeybee started trespassing on my land, he’s been staging a protest. Letting me know how I should be dealing with this particular trespasser.
“We’re not in the Middle Ages.”
I chide my penis because I know what he’s suggesting. And while I’d love to stride over there and rip her bodice open, or brassiere, or whatever women wear these days, that’s not how we deal with women in the twenty-first century.
Casper thumps his tail on the floor, no doubt thinking I’m telling him off. He shuffles over to me and presses his wet nose into my palm.
“I suppose you’d like some company too.”
He gives a yelp and that makes the woman look up sharply and toward the house.
I lower the binoculars and hope she can’t see in the window from where she is.
Without the binoculars, she’s a blurry outline; a splash of yellow amongst the green trees. She’s staring at the house no doubt squinting and wondering who lives there.
She lifts an arm and gives a tentative wave.
Casper yelps again but I remain frozen. I like looking at the woman but the last thing I want is to actually talk to her.
After a while she gives up and lowers her hand. I breathe a sigh of relief as I raise the binoculars.
She walks along the path a bit and stops before a tussock of yellow and white wildflowers. God knows what kind of flowers they are. I don’t know shit about flowers but I know they make her smile.
It’s a wide, carefree smile and I can imagine she’s humming as she picks them.
Her face is pleasingly round with soft dark eyes. Her skin looks fresh and smooth apart from small smile lines at the sides of her lips and eyes. Some people might say she’s ordinary looking, but there’s a permanent slight grin on her face that makes her beautiful.
She’s sweet, I can tell. A gentle soul who’s wandered onto my mountain.
My cattle are grazing over the other side of the hill, so she’s in no danger of coming across a stray bull. But there’s bears in the mountain and while they don’t usually come down this far, I can’t be sure.
At least that’s why I tell myself I’m watching her; to protect her from the bears.
My dick twitches again.
“Pipe down you, it’s for her own protection.”
She puts the flowers in her basket and strolls back the way she came. I lose her in a clump of trees and move through to the kitchen so I can follow her down the path.
She swings the basket looking for all the world like bloody goldilocks skipping through the woods.
So innocent, so sweet and untainted.
My cock is rock hard against my jeans, rubbing against the fabric. The friction sending waves of electric volts all the way down my legs.
She stops in the path and bends over. Fully bends over with her ass in the air. She must be tying her shoelace or something, but fuck me, those wide hips and grabbable ass…
“Okay, you win.”
Keeping one hand on the binoculars, I unzip my trousers. Feeling like a giant perv, I pull my throbbing cock out of my pants and grab it in my waiting hand.
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