In this erotic short story, when Jane inherits a large tract of land in Wyoming from her elusive Uncle Cal, she’s ready to sell it right away to the highest bidder. But when she meets Enrique, the land’s caretaker, her lust is aroused. Enrique not only opens her eyes to the beauty of the land, but also awakens her innermost desires, introducing her to all that his primal nature has to offer. More
When Jane inherits a large tract of land in Wyoming from her elusive Uncle Cal, she’s ready to sell it right away to the highest bidder. But when she meets Enrique, the land’s caretaker, her lust is aroused. Enrique not only opens her eyes to the beauty of the land, but also awakens her innermost desires, introducing her to all that his primal nature has to offer.
This SHORT STORY contains explicit content and is intended for mature audiences only.
A sample from Montana Mills' 'Nature Lover'
She examined the heavens, the hundreds, the thousands of stars that shined bright and clear above her. She recognized the Big and Little Dippers, and Orion with his easily recognizable belt. But that was pretty much the extent of her knowledge of constellations. But it was enough. More than enough, because it was the brightness of the stars, so intoxicating in their intensity, that mattered.
She concentrated on her breathing. Yes. In…out…in…out…
Something brushed across her thigh and she startled.
“Sorry. It’s just me,” Enrique said, rubbing her calves lightly now with both hands.
Jane was quick to relax again. Breathe in…out…
Although with Enrique’s hands on her legs, moving ever so slowly upward, she felt her heart speed up, and there were goose bumps on her thighs.
Enrique chuckled. “Breathe,” he said soothingly. “Try to ignore the man behind the curtain.”
Jane couldn’t help but smile. “What are you up to?” she asked playfully.
His hands were now on her thighs, palpitating her skin and muscles. She lifted her head to look at him. The water on his chest glistened from the starlight. His eyes sparkled, his smile revealing two rows of perfect teeth. He lowered himself in the water so that she could only see his face over the curves of her breasts.
“Lie back,” he said. “Close your eyes. And feel. Just feel.”
She lowered her head until the water once again took hold of it, cradled it in weightless buoyancy. She took in the light of the stars once again, letting it fill her soul before she closed her eyes. All was still save for the sound of the nearby river and the chirruping of frogs.
She floated, so still she may as well have been floating in space.
There was a slight fluttering between her legs, as if a butterfly had landed there. But she knew it wasn’t a butterfly.
She breathed in. Out.
It wasn’t a butterfly. It was Enrique’s fingers pushing lightly on the upper reaches of her inner thighs, encouraging them to part. With just the slightest effort, Jane spread her legs a bit more.
Now another butterfly that wasn’t a butterfly. Enrique’s tongue tentatively fluttered against her outer folds. A shiver ran through Jane’s body.
She spread her legs more, and Enrique’s tongue accepted her invitation, delving deeper into her while his lips pressed against her...