Mountain Man Fixated

“Alright,” I say as I stand up and wipe the dirt off my ass. “But if I get a whiff of shark, then I’m out of there.”

“Deal,” he says with a loving grin.

He watches me with heated eyes as I strip down until I’m as naked as he is.

I squeal as I dip my toes in and feel how chilly it is. Remind me to bring a wetsuit the next time I’m here.

“It’s not so bad…”

“Oh, it’s bad,” I say as I force my feet forward. The cold water creeps up my skin one inch at a time. This is the worst. It’s better to just get it over with, so I dive in. It’s exhilarating as I swim up to him.

I pop up in front of him and smooth my hair back with another squeal. His warm comforting arms wrap around me and he holds me close.

“That’s better,” I say as I wrap my legs around his wide body and hook my ankles together.

“I lied about the sharks,” he says as he reaches down between us. “There’s a big one lurking about.”

I look down and grin when I see his massive hard on jutting up between us. His hand is wrapped around it like he’s got something steamy on his mind.

“That’s one shark I’ll never say no to.”

We shift around until I feel his thick head pressing against my opening. I moan as he pushes it inside of me, stretching and filling me out so perfectly.

I love this feeling of being so connected to him. It makes me feel like everything is going to work out. That everything is going to be okay.

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck as he begins to rock those powerful hips, thrusting his cock in and out of me. The water ripples around us as I press my forehead to his and gaze down at his open mouth.

It’s still cold, but this man is warming me up from the inside out.

Just as we’re getting into it, he suddenly yanks his cock away and turns to the forest.

“What is it?” I gasp.

“Put your clothes on,” he says as he practically pushes me off him. “Quickly!”

“What is it?!” I ask as adrenaline shoots through me. I’m having heart palpitations as my blood pressure skyrockets. “Is it a bear?!”

“Worse.”

“Worse than a bear?!” I nearly scream. “What’s worse than a bear?!?” A tiger, a lion, Bigfoot?! What exactly is out here?!

The answer reveals itself, and Cyrus is right. It’s worse than a bear.

The whole Young Adventurers Club, kids and adults included, walks out of the forest and into the clearing.

I duck down to my chin and cover my chest with my arms, slowly dying inside as they all stare at us in shock.

The purple leader frowns in disapproval as she looks at us. She walks over to the blanket, picks up the wine, and shakes her head.

“I’m not an alcoholic!” I try to tell her, but it doesn’t matter. We’re both naked, so she can add sex addict to her list of reasons why she disapproves of me so vehemently.

“Aunt Mia?” Violet says as she walks over, staring at me in shock. “What are you doing in the river? Who’s that? Are you naked?!?”

I laugh nervously as one of the kids takes a picture. At least they can only see my head. Hopefully…

Chapter Nine

Mia

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One of the dads brings me a towel, which I use to cover myself up as I hurry out of the water. My whole body is freezing, but my cheeks are on fire as the whole group stares at me in shock.

This is so bad. It’s the most humiliating moment of my life.

I can’t even look at Violet as I struggle to hold the towel over as much of my body as I can while I gather my clothes.

Cyrus doesn’t look nearly as embarrassed as I am. Someone hands him a towel and he casually wraps it around his waist, keeping his torso bare.

At least the eyes have moved over to him. The women are gawking at him, obviously, but even the men are staring at his impressive physique as they suck in their guts.

I hide behind a tree and quickly get dressed, cursing myself out under my breath as I pull my clothes over my wet body.

Violet is going to hate me. She’s never going to invite me to do anything ever again. At this point, I’d be surprised if I was invited to her future wedding. What the hell was I thinking?

When I’m fully dressed, I slink out from behind the tree with butterflies in my stomach. Carla the leader is waiting for me in her purple uniform, looking anything but pleased.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she hisses at me.

I sigh. “Don’t worry. I am.”

This trip has been a complete disaster.