The weather this evening is perfect, so I decided that I needed to get a little target practice in before the upcoming competition next week. My shooting is mediocre at best, and I have hopes of improving my performance this next match. I belong to a public range, but you have to be a member to have access, so I was not sure if I would see other shooters out there or not. I had long ago gotten over the uncomfortable feeling of being the lone female on the shooting range, so I wasn't concerned about other people out there shooting as long as they were safe and left me alone. When I first started shooting, I had felt that I needed my husband to go with me, but time and experience has changed that insecurity and I am now quite comfortable going out alone to practice. In fact, sometimes it's very nice to be able to practice without the feeling of being watched and analyzed by anyone.
When I arrived at the range, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was alone out on the pistol bays. I casually grabbed my gear and set up in one of the private bays slightly hidden from the main entry road. I am not a great shooter by any means, but I do enjoy the sport and my enjoyment was evident during this practice session. The tension of my work and life eased out of me while I methodically worked the trigger of my handgun. While working on the fundamentals of the sport, my mind wandered as it often did when I am relaxed.
I spend so much of my time around the men that I shoot with that I sometimes wonder if any of them even see me as female anymore or "just one of the guys." I know that I like flirting with you, but am not sure if you are interested in me or not. I've never really been able to tell if a man is interested, and of course, being married does make most other men shy away from any type of relationship, even if it is innocent flirting. However, it is so much fun to flirt with you that I would be interested to see where the flirtation could lead. These thoughts are running through my head as I automatically draw the gun from the holster, aim at the target, and gently squeeze the trigger. In no time, my brain starts to wonder about you and I find myself lapsing into a daydream.
I take a break from my practice to allow my mind to develop and enjoy the fantasy more fully. I carefully put my gun away and sit down on the bench in the bay. I decided I had better look busy in case anyone else came out to shoot, so I decided to slowly reload my magazines. As I become lost in a very pleasant daydream, I hear footsteps behind me. I slowly turn around and feel my face flush with embarrassment as I see you standing behind me, smiling. I know there is no way you could have been privy to what I was thinking, but I felt that I had "lust" written all over my face at that point.
"Out here getting a little trigger time in?" you ask, voice tone gentle with a little hint of teasing.
"Yea, I need it bad." I said, and then felt my face flush with embarrassment at the phrasing.
"Don't we all," you reply, laughing.
"Oh god, that came out wrong. I'm sorry." I mumbled, mortified. I could not look up into your face and was very thankful that my shooting glasses had dark tinted lenses. It was one thing to flirt a bit when there were others around, but we were out here alone and suddenly the flirting seemed much more intense and the mood much darker. I knew that I wanted you, but was still not sure if you were just flirting with me or if you wanted me, too.
"You're blushing, why?" you ask as you reach out and touch my suddenly hot face. "Are you embarrassed about what you said, or embarrassed by the feelings behind it?"
"Both," I replied, quietly. I love the feeling of your hand on my face and feel myself turn into your palm just a bit, inhaling deeply and smelling the wonderful scent of you. I open my eyes and see you looking at me through your dark glasses. I reach up and move the glasses off your face to see the expression in your brilliant blue eyes. I am very pleased and somewhat shocked to see how much fire and passion you have in your eyes. I take a deep breath and decide to take a chance as I lean in and gently press my mouth to yours. Your surprise is obvious with your lack of immediate response to my kiss, but quickly passes and you return the kiss deeply and passionately. It was as if we had been waiting a lifetime for this one kiss and knew that there may not be another chance.
Suddenly, we end the kiss and look around to be sure there were no other shooters out there to see us. After we were assured that we were alone, we look back at each other and start laughing. "Well, that's been a long time coming." You say as you stand up from the bench. I am shocked and a little saddened to think that you were simply going to walk off, but smile as you reach your hand down to help me stand up as well.
"Yes it was. But I liked it and would like more." I confess. You smile at me and lean in to kiss me again. This time, the passion flares even more and I feel a low moan escape my throat. I feel your hands move along my body, caressing my curves as you move them down to my gear belt. I let out a little giggle as there is a significant amount of gear on the belt and the Velcro is tight. We break the kiss and I start to unfasten the outer gear belt and take it off. The inner belt is easier to remove, and that comes off quickly and swiftly, to be piled on the table with the rest of my stuff. Once the gear is gone, you step in close again press your body firmly against mine.
"You can feel how much I like it." You say, as you move your hips so that I can feel the hardness of your impressive erection against my lower belly. Heat quickly spreads between my legs as I feel myself grow wet. You stay pressed against me as you lead me toward the end of the picnic table, helping me jump up onto the end of it to let my feet dangle down. You slide your hands down my thighs to my knees and move them outward to allow you step into me and press your hardness between my legs.
You kiss me more deeply and your hands move over my breasts, my nipples growing hard at the touch of your hands. You move your hands down and pull my shirt up over my head, leaning down to kiss the mounds of my breasts. I wrap my legs around your waist, keeping you close to me as you bite gently on my breasts. My moans grow louder as you push my body backward onto the table, taking my bra off with the movement. I lay there, exposed to you as you move your hands down to unbutton my shorts. Your tongue slides along my body, following your hands. I reach up and try to pull you back up to my mouth, but you shake your head 'no.'
I tell you that I want your mouth on me, and you tell me that you are in charge. You bind my hands above my head and to the table, effectively putting me at your mercy. You return to unbuttoning my shorts and slide them off my hips. I find myself on the table, bound by the wrists and wearing nothing but my panties. Your expression is one of satisfaction mixed with hunger. You put your palm on my mons and I feel my wetness press into me as you lean down and slide your tongue between my breasts and down my stomach, thumb gently pressing my panties into my growing wetness. Your fingertips pull on the top of my panties and you slide them off me, leaving me naked and wet before you.
My breath comes in panting waves as my excitement and anticipation builds. A small part of my rational brain is utterly scared that someone is going to come out and catch us, but the danger and thrill of such a thing heightens my excitement even more. You stand up, gazing at my body with satisfaction and desire. I am normally quite self-conscious about my less than perfect body, but the look in your eyes of utter lust quells those fears completely and instantly.
"Please," I manage to whisper while you stand in front of me.
