Reader, this is another story in the life of the married couple, Megan and Elliot, they live on a ranch in south central Wyoming, USA. This story centers around sexual build up while safely shooting firearms. It also contains the harsh realities of protecting life from the natural dangers found in the mountain west. If either of these topics offended you; please don't read or down vote my story. My intent is not to offend but rather to bring to you an erotic story, that also realizes some of the harsh realities of the rural west.
Naked Games at The Shooting Range
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It was 6:30 Saturday morning, a fine late May morning by Wyoming standards. Elliot stood at the door to his gun vault, sweat dripping from his forehead as he keyed in the code. It was practice morning, but he had still run for an hour on his treadmill. He truly loved the peace and quiet of weekend mornings as Megan slept in. Now that they had an empty nest, both sons having married and moved out it seemed like these weekend mornings were the first time in decades he truly had free time with no demands.
With the code entered and the door opened he smiled as he stepped into his gun room. He always smiled as he stepped into this room. He was so thankful that when building the home Megan demanded the upgrade to a vault. Yes, it had cost them more but it had been money well spent.
Today was going to be very interesting, even a bit exciting. Elliot was going to be shooting a new rifle, a custom built 7mm PRC. Three weeks prior he had stopped at his Gunsmiths who had built the rifle, to do the background check and take possession. He had ordered the supplies to reload his ammo, had found the time to get it sighted in with a good load. Today he was going to be shooting it on his 1,000-yard range to really test the cartridge and the rifle.
He looked at his phone and sighed, it had only taken him 20 minutes to gather his range bag, rifle, pistol and ammo. He and Megan had a deal he couldn't start shooting till 9:30 a.m. and that meant he still had over 2 hours to kill. Elliot went to one of the guest restrooms and took a shower. Drying off he looked at himself in the mirror, he could see age lines in his face. They just kept growing, but he was proud of his reflection, he could see the results of his workouts, His arms and chest were hard, his ab muscles were beginning to show. He hung the towel up, went upstairs got another cup of coffee and headed to the front porch for his spring and summer morning ritual. Megan knew he did it, she didn't understand but didn't care. Elliot would sit in his chair basking naked in the morning sun while he enjoyed a cup of coffee and a smoke.
Crushing out his smoke, Elliot headed to the muck room and put on his shooting gear. He still had over an hour till first shot but also had to tend to the horses Agron and Arwen. Happy that Agron had recovered fully from his bout with Colic that had cut their Jamacia trip short a few months back.
With 45 minutes to go he finished loading his UTV with their shooting gear and headed to the private range.
Megan was slowly waking up. She was in the toss and turn battle of being awake but desiring more sleep. She had just rolled over when she heard the gun shot, it startled her a bit. Elliot always shot suppressed in the mornings. She looked at her phone and got a bit worried it wasn't even 9am. She immediately sat up and dialed his phone.
Elliot was shaking and out of breath as he answered.
Megan could tell something was wrong, "What's going on Elliot! Are you okay?"
"A fucking rattler!" he shouted.
Megan's voice cracked in fear as she asked, "Did it get you?"
"Almost, I saw it at the last second, its dead now."
"Are you still going to shoot?"
"In a bit I have to calm down. I couldn't hit a barn at 10 feet with a shotgun right now!"
"Okay, make sure it was alone and be careful. I will be up in a bit."
Megan hung up the phone, so much for sleeping in she thought as she got up.
As she finished her coffee and headed down to her ATV, she could hear the occasional thwack of a suppressed gun shot. She chuckled to herself as she heard another shot, unlike the Hollywood movies a suppressor didn't make a gunshot silent it just lowered and changed the tone. She was listening for the ting of steel, the distinct sound a bullet makes when it hits a steel target but there was no ting. Elliot must be missing and that's not like him.
Megan had grown up around guns and had always told Eliot she knew how to shoot. When they had moved to the ranch, she resisted Elliot's constant pleas to join him at the range. He kept telling her she could shoot but that she didn't truly know how to shoot. It had been just over two months since they had moved in when she learned what he meant.
It was a Thursday morning, one of her weekday mornings to feed the horses she had taken her malamute, Schaten with her. As she was letting the horses out of their stalls and into their pen; Schaten had picked up a scent and had followed it out into the pasture.
Megan called for him but he kept going then she saw it. A lone coyote wagging its tail, looking directly at him. She had heard of this before; a female coyote would lure a dog out into a field where the rest of the pack was waiting in ambush. Even a big dog like Schaten was no match for a pack, sure he might kill one but the end would come swift and violent. Megan began to run and shout in panic.
It was earlier than the coyotes had wanted but they sprung their trap as the pack began to rush. Schaten, sensing danger turned tail and was running for his life. Megan was yelling in panic, there was nothing she could do. They were gaining quickly and though she begged him to run faster she knew he couldn't. It was all playing out in slow motion she felt frozen in time.
BANG! A gunshot broke her trance. She heard a second shot, and then the tell-tale thump of a bullet striking home as the closet coyote crumpled to the ground. Two more shots and a second thump and another coyote dropped. The rest of the pack turned tail and ran. They had raided many ranches and farms though they didn't know what the sound was they knew that death quickly followed.
She saw Elliot kneeling on the porch. His AR-10 resting in the mount he had told her was for this very purpose. He was still glassing the pasture looking for any threat to his wife or her dog.
At that moment Megan realized what he meant about being able to shoot verse knowing how to shoot. The shots had been just over 200 yards on running targets, four shots and two hits. That weekend and every practice weekend since she had joined him on the range learning how to shoot.
As she crested the hill, she found Elliot pacing back and forth. She could tell from his body language he was extremely frustrated. "Hey babe, what's going on?" she quired him with smile.
"I don't know, the snake, the gun, me, I don't know but I can't hit shit!" he said with frustration.
Megan could see the headless snake, laying 20 feet away, it was a large one for a prairie rattler at this elevation, she guessed it was about 3 feet long. "What happened?" she asked, pointing at the snake.
"It was lying next to the bench." Elliot gestured to the block and concrete shooting rest he built last summer. "I went to put my coffee down, heard him rattle, jumped back as it was coiling up, I shot it."
Megan knew Elliot's heart had to be racing, the only thing he hated more than snakes was politicians.
"I bet it's the snake, let me shoot the gun so you know it's not the gun."
He pointed to the rifle, "Go for it, the scope is dialed for 200 yards so the red targets."
Megan laid down on the shooting mat, shouldered the rifle, closed the bolt, focused on the 4" red steel target in her scope and gently pressed the trigger.
