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Christie hid in a bed of green leaves and brown thorns to match her camo outfit. She'd been patient for over an hour, though it seemed more like days crouched in the bushes. He'd jogged the trail for a few steps, then dive behind the safety of a tree, swiveling his neck around like an owl, holding his pistol at the ready. The first shot hit his heel, the second the tree. As he turned and hit him square in the chest. The capsule exploded. Christie pulled off his goggles and slapped them against his thigh. Sucker I win.


In this episode, Talerotica shares the naughty outdoor sexual encounters of a busty brunette and a handsome jogger with an irresistible bbc. Hear how Christie waited patiently for someone to come by under some leaves while taking refuge from the sun. She eventually found him: a handsome runner with a huge BBC who makes everything so worth it! Their sexual journey takes them through new experiences they never thought they'd find themselves getting into, leaving them completely fulfilled. Talerotica continues to provide listeners with erotic tales tailored especially for their reading pleasure that sparkles, sizzles, and arouses all senses - so don't miss out!

Transcript

I was more used to red lipstick and blue mascara than the brown and all of the drab greases that masked my face. I tried to cake my hair up under this brown baseball cap, but strands escaped and hung down like blonde tinsel the clothes, well, the clothes I thought were silly army surplus, a patchwork of brown and green blotches.

I'd been patient for over an hour, though it seemed more like days crouched in a bed of green leaves and brown thorns to match my outfit. The mesh of bush and vine stretched out, taking up as much area as a parking space and as high as the brim of my cap. I was on a small mound overlooking a thin trail that wound through the woods like a garden.

It was painful moving around. Each twist inevitably led to several spiked barbs, jabbing into me. Who else would be stupid enough to hide and hear? I didn't have anything to do but occasionally inspect my pistol. I checked it a dozen times, and each time it was clean, loaded, and ready to trigger.

Finally, I saw him, he was wearing the same camo clothes as I was, but with a brown leather cowboy hat, a top to his head, a handsome man, with thick arms and wide shoulders, and a way so thin. He could have been a strip. He was being cautious. He'd jogged the trail for a few steps, then dive behind the safety of a tree, swiveling his neck around like an owl, holding his pistol at the ready.

There was too much at stake here for either of us to relax, but men are generally lazy creatures, and this one proved it by using the trail rather than the safety of the shielding forest. Just as I'd hoped. He was near enough for me to spit on hugging a pine and looking away toward the sound of a bird when I crashed upward through the briars, aimed, and fired twice.

The first shot hit his heel, the second the tree. I fired again. As he turned and hit him square in the chest. The capsule exploded. Covering his shirt with red paint, godammit christie pulled off his goggles and slapped them against his thigh. How long have you been hiding? Sucker I win. Jim and I had been married for over three years to keep things spicy.

We started trying new adventures, sailing, traveling, gambling, and uh, paintballing. He won the first two times we went, but not this time. How'd you even get in there? He was searching to find some way that I cheated. Shut up. You're dead. I wasn't even sure how I'd gotten into the prickly patch.

Worse. I had no idea how I was gonna get out. I thought, well, maybe I could jump in one quick, painful motion and it would be over. I tried, but the vines grabbed my feet and I landed face down. I struggled as the bris bit into me, the shoulder of my shirt and the thigh of my pants ripped loudly as I tried to sneak to the edge.

Shit, Jim, help me. He was nonchalant when he spoke. Sorry, christy, I'm dead. Remember, eventually I. That was when Jim finally came over and offered me his hand. Nice job. Time for lunch. Lunch. What the hell do you mean? Lunch? I slapped his hand away. It's time for my reward here. He looked around acting like the owl again.

Now it didn't stop us. The times when you won. Now s strip down and lay your ass back on the. I won damnit, and that meant I got to be on top. He'd have to suffer with the dried leaves and bugs biting at his back. But there are other people out here playing their games. I let him talk all he wanted while I unbuckled his belt, pulled the strap free from its loops, and tossed it into the briar patch.

Oh shit. Christie, who's going to get that? He winded. I went for his zipper next. Tugging it down and my hand brushed against the length of his manhood. Well, wow. His voice was saying no, but a very important part of him was disagreeing. We kissed first a peck. Just a brush of the lips, then longer, more wildly as our camouflaged paint mixed.

His pants fell as I worked on his shirt buttons free. I snapped the shirt behind him until it snagged on his elbows. Christie, his wine had turned into a moan, and that's when seven judo classes came to good use. I stuck a leg behind his knee pushing his shoulders until he fell back onto the bare earth.

My clothes came off fast and then I met him, my thighs, to either side of his hips, my palms smudging, his nipples. Oh shit. There were a dozen of them other gamers walking down the trail towards us. They must have finished their game as they laughed and spoke and trampled along, not caring. Who saw or heard them?

Oh shit. Jim repeated as he gently struggled out from beneath me. This was going to be embarrassing. There was no way we could dress in time. I was first. I grabbed all my clothes, my pistol, and whatever else I could. Then left knees first back into the briar patch. Jim only had time to pull on his pants before he followed me in.

His body crashed into the thorns and a mild yelp burst through his lips as he came to a halt beside me. The others heard the yelp and stopped. A few of them scanned around, but the briar patch settled and kept us concealed. Hey, I found my belt. Jim whispered, hush. I commanded in a louder whisper.

A few minutes later, the group had moved beyond us and out of sight. So there we were in varying stages of undress, trapped in that little briar patch. Our skin looked like roadmaps of thin red lines. We couldn't dress without the thicket pushing us back into each other's arms, but we could laugh and we did, and we could kiss, and we did that too.

We'd be there until we worked up enough courage to bolt out until then. We didn't have much safe space, but we had enough for me to take my reward.