The New Land Owner (pm me if intrested)

The New Land Owner (pm me if intrested) Looking to restart this

Jon is a 31 year old who loves living in the woods in a vally that dont get much traffic. He lives on a chunk of land owned by a family that has a cabin that hardly ever gets used. Jon spends his time tending the 26 acres of land. He loves hunting and fishing for the food, using the trees to fix up his cabin and keeping others off the land that don't belong to the family. Jon also loves it that time has no meaning to him other then sun up and sun down.

Jon stands 5'10 and weighs 240 pounds with brown hair and blue eyes. On day while walking he sees a new vehicle making its way down the old dirt road that is now mostly covered in grass, and is head that leads to the family's cabin that owns the land. From up on a hill side Jon stars to make his way down to the cabin to beat the driver there that is creeping along this road who don't seam to know where they are going, but Jon has lived on this land all his life. He knows every rock and tree in this area. Jon has a rife he keeps with him that is slung over his shoulder and a revolver on his hip should he need to use them mostly to scare bears off or the unwanted humans. Jon waits at the family run down cabin that hasn't been used in a long time (years but Jon don't keep track of time outside of a few months off the lunar cycle) Jon stands next to the tree line near the old cabin waiting for the driver to get here as there is no place to go other then here where the road stops.

Jon stands wondering who is driving this vehicle having never seen it before. Jon is wondering about what the man who owns the cabin that hasn't been here for a long time. Jon lost track of the winters sense he seen the man. Jon knows the man spends most of his time in the city and Jon has no interest in the city life. Jon knows he could never belong with all the people around. Jon knows the old dirt road got over grown with grass tho he stopped the trees from growing keeping the now grass road open should the man ever want to come back.

Sandra Frost eased her Volvo wagon slowly up the dirt road towards her new home. She'd loaded the car to the roof with supplies, hoping not to have to leave the property for a week or more. She'd bought the property on an impulse, at a dirt cheap price, and had really only seen it in a hasty flyover. She hoped the old farmhouse was in decent condition--it had seemed so from all she could tell. As she expected, the road narrowed into an overgrown path, so she made her approach slowly, inching her way through the tall grass.

This was the best day in a horrible year. Seven months ago, she'd lost her husband tragically. Working through her grief, she decided she needed to start a new and different life, and had bought the property as a place for escape and healing. She'd brought some writing she was working on and would be able to make a modest living doing editing projects.

Sandra had made contacts in the nearby town in case she needed anything--new appliances, repairs, and so on. She'd packed food that didn't need refrigeration or cooking until she could see what worked and what didn't. The old place hadn't been lived in for nearly a decade so she had to plan for all contingencies.

She pulled up in front of the house, took a deep breath, and got out of the car. Suddenly, she was startled by the rugged-looking man standing beside the car. Would he hurt her? She saw the gun draped over his shoulder. She took a careful step backward.

"Who...who are you?" she asked.

Jon is shocked to see a woman get out of the odd looking car. Jon stays by the trees and says "I am Jon, I live up on the hill. Who are you?" Jon hasn't seen a woman in 20 years and is very distrusting of the stranger.

Jon knows the old man has a son about his age a bit older. Jon also knows the old man never had a daughter. Jon has always wondered about what the old man's son was like that never came to the cabin/old home stead farm house

"I'm Sandra," I just bought the property and came to live in the farmhouse. "I'm pleased to meet you, Jon."

Sandra stepped forward and reached out her hand to greet the man. She tried to hide her disappointment--she had thought she'd be alone on the property--that there would be no complications with the sale. But she also realized it would be good if she had someone to call on if she needed help.

"They didn't tell me there was a tenant on the property. How long have you lived here?"

She couldn't take her eyes off the strange sight of this man. What he was wearing was not really clothes, but a strange assemblage of pieced-together fabrics and skins. His hair looked as if it had been trimmed with a sharp knife. She had heard about self-sufficient people who lived off the land, and she assumed that she was meeting one for the first time.

Jon shrugs. "I ran away along time ago, in 1996. The next spring the old man came to the cabin and found me on living on the hill top. He said I was like his other son. His wild son. He was sad that his boy never wanted to spend time out here so when he was out here. He spent time with me." Jon starts walking slowly closer as he eyes the woman that would be no match for him physically. Jon says "I never met the boy. He must be a man a bit older then I am tho I don't know how old that is as its been many winters."

Jon walks slowly till hes about as far from her as he is tall and asks "Do you mind if I keep living on the hill? I keep the bears and wolfs away from here for the old man."

Jon thinks to him self and tries to count back how many summers it has been sense the old mans visit. When the mans hair started to turn white he started to skip a summer or two, then one day he old man didn't show up. Jon didn't think much about it as it was to sad. He shrugged it off after a few winters as the old man must of died, he knows death as its apart of the wild. Jon was angered this weak woman now owns his land. His life. Jon is now faced with having to move, will this strange lady kick him out. Would he let her? The wild side of him wanted to chase her off, but he knew he didn't own the land. Would the other son the "tame son" sell the land not knowing of him. Jon wondered if the other boy was ever told of him. The old man didn't speak of his city son the tame one as he was disappointed in him, but never told him that.

Jon knew he had the skills to go deeper into the woods. He could rebuild if need be. Jon knew in the wild moving into a new area was full of danger. He seen animals kill for there land. Jon didn't know if humans would. He didn't remember much of his "child hood"before running away at age 12"he thinks he was. That was his old city life. A part of his life he had shed long ago. Jon thinks if I have to move, with this being so early he could get more sticks to make the inside walls again on some other hill. then line it with pine branches. Come fall with the leaves fall he can get another outer wall and pack the wall and roof with the leafs. If a young boy from the city can do that, a wild man can do much better.

Jon wonders what it would be like to live by a woman, he knows nothing about them. He knows what a woman is but he hasn't seen one sense before he ran away all them winters ago. It just popped in his mind, he never had a mate. Could he make her his mate? He has seen male animals do it, could it work with humans. The old man never spoke of such things with him. Jon knows the lake near by is good for fish. The stream that runs into it is good for washing in tho he hardly dose that unless hes about to hunt tho he prefers to trap.

Jon's eyes look over Sandra's body in aw. He likes how Sandra looks. She seams friendly. Jon takes a few steps closer and slowly puts his hand out. He knows he should shake hands but cant remember how. Its not something he had done sense the first spring he met the old man. When he was a young man. Jon's face still has sadness on it. His eyes looking over her. Sandra must see the interest and fear in him too tho hes trying not to show it. Jon knows weakness is death in the wild. Jon sees her soft hand. He thinks shes to weak, her hands to soft to make it. Its only mater of time before her weakness drives her back to the city or to death. Jon never seen a dead human, as a kid he knew they would be placed in the ground. Should he take her to the city. Jon thinks that is a long walk about 2 days, and it would be longer if he had to carry her back.

Jon smiles a bit but still very much not trusting this Sandra. Jon forms a plan, if she wont let him stay here. Jon will let time drive her away. Jon knows what to do to keep bears away. It wouldn't be hard to draw them and wolfs here. Yes time and the wild can take care of her. The wild is his life, his friend. He can use the wild should she try and push him out of his home. In the wild you have to think fast. Jon feels better about his plan. Mate with her or he uses the wild to drive her off. May take a winter or two but this is the best area for along ways away. Jon don't fear her much. He did for a second or two but now he knows her fate will be set if he stays or goes.

Jon stiffens his stance being proud, he keeps his hand out and smiles but he pushes his shoulders back he knows the fur and cloth will stretch tight to his body. That will show how strong he is. Jon wonders will it scare her off or draw her in to him as a mate. Jon knows under the fat he has built up he is strong, and wonders would she know. Jon knows only how animals attract each other. The strong males beat out the weaker males and take the females. He is the only male. He now has to impress this female if shes to want to mate with him. He wonders if its the season to mate. What would a female do when its time to mate.

"Well, Jon, I don't see any reason you can't stay here on the property. I really don't have any plans for it except to try to live in the house. I've had some big changes in my life and needed to be alone somewhere. I brought plenty of work to do, writing and editing. Everything else here is just scenery for me."

Sandra felt relieved that Jon had asked permission to stay, a good sign for a healthy relationship. And she was beginning to appreciate the risks of being out here alone. She hadn't thought much about bears, for example.

"I never met the 'old man' so I guess he must not be alive. The man at the closing was about your age--Brian was his name. I guess he was the son you knew. I think he got into some financial difficulties."

Sandra thought through the snippet of the story Jon had told her. Why had Jon not been taken care of in the estate? Maybe the old man didn't have a will? Maybe Brian didn't want to complicate the sale with tenant issues? That was the most generous account she could think of--surely the old man wouldn't have knowingly left Jon in this predicament. She began to feel contempt for that family for how they'd neglected Jon.

"It sounds like you weren't treated very well. If you like, I could look into whether the old man provided for you in his estate. It's a long shot, but it's possible there's something of value left for you. You know, that no one ever told you about."

Sandra watched Jon, taking stock of his response. She could see how he might be fearful of a new owner, but she couldn't imagine any way she'd hurt him or take advantage of him. She felt sure he'd warm up to her once they got to know each other.

Likewise, she found herself curiously unafraid of him. For sure, he was way stronger than her and had weapons, but why would he hurt her? She decided to dismiss all negative thoughts about him.

"And Jon, I plan to keep a low profile here. So whatever you do here is just fine, just take care not to aim your gun towards the house." She hoped that reassured him.

"Look, I've got lots of unpacking to do. You can hang around and watch if you like. If the stove works I'll fix you a cup of tea."

Sandra assumed he understood what she'd said about the estate, about why she was here, about having a cup of tea. But she also wondered, what aspects of modern life might he have lost touch with? And how could she possibly understand his experience, sustaining himself in the woods for all this time. She meant well, but would that be enough?

Jon smiled hearing he could stay. He wasn't sure if he could be that mean to the bears to bring them around. With him staying he would keep the danger away from the house. Jon knew what writing was but its been so long he forgot city life. He looked at her not sure what she was talking about, but knew it wouldn't affect there safety.

Jon could see her tense up a bit when he mentioned he kept the bears and wolfs away. She seamed to relax more, her body was more lose now she said he could stay. Like knowing a wild man being on the hill over looking the house would keep her safe.

The news she never met the old man didn't surprise him. He has been gone to long to be alive, he would have came back if he could. The city son got the land, that was no surprise to him too. Jon knew the old man would keep him a secret because he was a run away and didn't want to have to deal with the questions of keeping a wild man so close would only lead to saying his disappointment in his city son. He had all he needed, the lake, the river, rabbits and now and then a moose. Jon smiled knowing he had the simple life with none of the city folks problem. They where to far out for the kids to bother them even most the time. Jon said "Now your the only one knows I am here. A time or two I traded hides for shells but I stay away from the city folk. We don't get along."

Jon looked confused what could the old man give that he hadn't gave to him. The old man gave him his life and let him keep the home. Jon had the woods and all the water he needed. The woods gave the food. Jon smiled proudly and sad "old man gave me this and all this. He gave me it all. The lake and river to the woods and its life. I am apart of the woods life". When Jon said "old man gave me this" he held up the hand gun and rifle. These keep me safe.

Jon's face was more calm but could see he got sad when talking about the old man. Even with the smile talking about what the old man gave him. Jon now was looking at a mate not someone to push him out of his life. Jon felt a strange feeling inside when looking at her

Jon put his head to the side his eyebrows dropped as he started to think about what a low profile is. The old man never talked about that with him. The only thing low around here is the lake and the river or a hole. He also was trying to think why he would want to shoot the cabin. He let the thoughts rattle in his brain then shook his head and cleared them from his mind. He mumbled "city talk" softly more so to him self.

Jon smiled and nodded his head as he moved to the door it was stuck. He put his hand on the wall and threw his shoulder into it. There was a loud bang, but he got the door open.
He knew the cabin well, not much space. A main room with a smaller area off to the side where the food was. There was a inside door he pushed that open with ease tho it was stuck but not like the outside door. It gave way under his hand. He seen the small bed the old man slept in, just the room for 1 person to lay. Jon thought of the old man taking up the bed then he looked at the woman outside that was digging into her car. She would be sleeping here. He would have to make a new bed. He didn't know why he wanted to make a new bed just wanted to deep down inside.
Jon went into the main room and put some old logs in the fire. Jon pulled a knife he had tucked in a pouch inside his animal hide shirt. Jon pulled some hair and cut it. He then put the knife back and grabbed the "fire rocks"and hit them next to his hair he cut. The cut hair started to burn on a log and soon the log was on fire. Jon was happy to see fire back into the old cabin. Jon was adding more wood to the fire when he heard foot steps coming into the house. He grabbed his revolver on his hip as he turned around. His hand ready to draw but wanted to see what made the sound first. He moved his hand away when he seen it was Sandra.

Jon held up the 2 rocks and said "fire rocks" and banged them together to make sparks in the air. Behind him was a small fire. Jon put the rocks next to the small wood pile then ran out of the house into the woods. Jon knew he would need to return the axe, it belonged to the cabin now someone was there. He wouldn't be making fires at his home no more.
A bit later he put the axe on the side of the house and he went looking for downed trees. That would wouldn't last he knew he needed more. He pulled two small trees about as thick as his fist to the house and started to use the axe to cut them up. He knew if he was going to hunt. He would need to dig a new hole outside too. The old one got filled up long ago with old bits of burnt wood and then dirt. The old man always covered the outside fire hole with dirt when done cooking the meat after hunting. Jon would have to bring back the "fish stone"that he used to cook fish on too, but that could wait for another day. Now he was cutting up the tree trunks for more firewood.

Sandra was unloading the car, while Jon seemed to find various things that needed doing in the house. She was grateful he was there. At one point she saw him run off into the woods and thought he'd gone home. Not much later, however, he reappeared with an axe and chopped firewood for her. He seemed to have answers for any need, and lithe body lent itself to every physical task.

After he started the fire, Jon dragged two small trees into the yard and chopped them for her. When one of them was snagged on a stump, she watched him clasp the trunks more tightly and lean with all his strength to pull it loose. His feet dug into the turf, his thighs and lower back tightened, and his shoulders lurched forward. Sandra thought she'd never been this close to a man so strong.

Then she watched his deep concentration as he chopped wood. Eyeing the spot on the trunk he was aiming for, his shoulders strained into the broad arc and brought the heavy axe down to its target. The wood snapped helplessly when the blow struck it. Sandra caught herself staring, mesmerized by the beauty and awe of his physique.

She had the car about half empty when he finished chopping. She'd tried the faucet, and it looked as if the pump was working fine. She ran the water for a minute or so then filled a cup and tasted it. Not bad, the thought. Then she rinsed the cup and filled it again for Jon. She took it outside and found him stacking the last of the wood.

"I brought you some well water. It seems to taste ok, even after all these years without running." She handed him the cup.

"Jon when I get settled in, maybe in the next day or so, I'd like to see your place. I mean, if that would be ok. I wouldn't want to intrude if you prefer not to have me see it."

Jon notices she has more stuff then the old man ever had here. He wondered if thats just from her starting out or was that normal for females to bring so much. Jon didn't have much time to think. He knew he had tasks to do.
When Jon was cutting the wood. He could see the awe on Sandra's face. She was liking what she was seeing. He kept his eyes on the task but as he pulled the axe back he would sneak a look at her. He could feel her eyes moving up and down his body then to the thin tree trunk.
Jon looked at the cup in her hand. He knows it. The old man had him drink out of it tho its been a while sense he used one. Jon smiles and puts his left hand on hers and one on then the right one under the cup. Jon wonders is this courtship. He thinks that is the word the old man used when they would watch the animals try and win a mate. When Sandra asked about seeing his place. It made him very happy and a twinge at the hips. He could feel something was string inside him self but he don't know what. Jon didn't know what to do. No one has been to his home, not even the old man. Jon was standing there looking at Sandra knowing his small home was nothing she would like, it was to small and primitive. She would want a house. The old man said humans like there space a house gives them that feeling. When he was attempting to help Jon understand why everyone don't live in shelters like him. Jon knew his shelter was about the size of the bed. Only meant to hold 1 sleeping maybe 2 tightly.
Jon looked on with wonder as he drank from the cup first time in years. Jon knew the tapped work, he would drink from the faucet now and then, But as of late he stayed away from the cabin. He knew there was nothing left here for him so he had taken the 2 prized thing and move them up to his place. The axe and the "fish stone". After drink the water he went to the far side of the clearing and dropped to his knees. He started to claw at the earth and dig. To dig a pit for a out door fire. Tomorrow he will fish and hunt. He hasn't felt the need to do both before He looked at her wondering if something in him was pushing to show his skills as a hunter. To show he will be a good provider for her. Jon dug a pit checking it with his arm. He knows he need his elbow to the ground to keep the fire safe. He uses his arm to get the size right to. From the knuckle to the elbow for its size. He could feel her watching him odds are with wonder. Jon knows he is different something she has never seen. He hopes to show her he can give her what she needs and in time take her as a mate.
After Jon got the pit dug he got up and garbed the axe. He knew he needed a fresh tree for tomorrow. So he went to the far side of the clearing and picked a tree that was about the thickness of his head. He smiled and put his eyes on low to the trunk and started to swing the axe. This would would stay outside. He knew this would keep the bears away tomorrow. Jon got the tree to fall about where he wanted it so there want much to move. He started working the trunk cutting it into small chunks. This tree will last him a few days. With a second tree. He knows he will want a pine tree. A fresh pine makes lots of smoke and no animal will come near that fire. Jon enjoys working. Knowing Sandra is watching him. Jon was going to keep this wood far from the house for this area special.

Jon was working on some curious firewood project a distance from the house while Sandra finished unloading. The afternoon sun had brought unexpected warmth to the yard, so Sandra changed into a pair of shorts during one of the indoor intervals.

She'd just brought in a set of handyman tools when she noticed the skewed post on the front porch, as if something had long ago hit it and knocked it slightly out of it's position under the corner of the overhanging roof. It didn't seem dangerous, but she didn't see why it shouldn't be straightened. She got the hammer and tapped it towards the upright direction a few time, then again with increasing force. It didn't budge, and looking up she saw that it was caught against a protruding nail from the porch roof. She was barely tall enough to reach the roof, and with a few shoves determined that two people together could lift the roof and tap the post into place. She looked over at Jon but decided not to approach him about this now, that it could easily wait for another time.

Most everything of importance was inside, so Sandra went to the kitchen to see what she could get to work. The electrical outlets were all working, so she plugged in the fridge and turned it on. She began wiping it down inside, but thought she'd let it run a while to make sure it worked. Then, after some study, she figured out how to light the stove. With the water and stove working and the fridge hopefully cooling, she felt ready to clean the kitchen and begin putting things away. Jon was still across the yard--she'd hear the occasional series of whack-sounds from the axe and then the silence as he stacked and dragged the logs.

It was late afternoon, several hours after she had arrived. After putting away much of the food, she wondered if Jon might be hungry. She'd brought some sandwiches in a cooler that she had planned on eating if the appliances didn't work, but now it seemed fine if the two of them just finished them all. As she walked across the yard, the soft needles squished under her sneakers and a soft wind blew against the bare skin of her legs.

"Jon, are you hungry? I have no idea what you like to eat, but I've got some sandwiches made that I'd be happy to share. I've got the stove working, too, and have some water for tea."

Jon was just finishing up the third stack of wood, this one is of pine trees there is another pile of different kinds a trees near the pit. As Jon was looking around to see if hes missing anything. He noticed Sandra hand changed into some shorts that showed off her long legs. Jon couldn't help but to watch her as she moved some stuff around on the deck. Later on he hears the movement of Sandra. He smells the air and catches a sent of ham. That reminds him he hasn't ate yet. Jon smiles to see Sandra bringing some food and water. Jon takes one last swing and sinks the axe into a old tree trunk stump that was cut down before his time where the old man always kept his axe.
Jon smiles as he walks to Sandra sniffing the air with interest as he comes closer.

Sandra had brought the bag of sandwiches and a jar of water to fill his cup. They sat on the ground under a massive pine near where he'd been chopping and digging. There were four sandwiches, and Sandra figured he ought to have three of them. She took one for herself, handed him the bag, and poured water in the cup.

His torso was now bare so that she could see and admire his rippling muscles and sun-tanned skin. He seemed about her age, but still youthful and virile as a teenager. Below his waist, he wore what were the remnants of a pair of jeans, with tears and patches stitched with some kind of slender vine. A hole near the crotch exposed his genitals partly, and he seemed not to have any inhibition or other inclination to hide this. He grasped the first sandwich in one hand, took a voracious bite, attacking it much as he had the log with the axe. The she wondered the last time he'd had a sandwich, or any food prepared for him--it could have been years.

She realized that his eyes were studying her much as hers had studied him. Her bare legs, the curve of her breasts--when would have he last seen anything like that? She wondered, daring not look, how much of her thigh the loose opening of her shorts revealed. Under his gaze, she felt herself the object of a need greater and far-longer unfulfilled than the sandwich. And she wondered, if he ever were to fulfill that desire, would she be ravaged in the same way?

Sandra was suddenly flushed with embarrassment that she'd let herself think this. She watched Jon finish the last of his sandwiches, trying not to let her mind wander any further away.

"I'm so glad I had these sandwiches made. You've been such a great help to me, Jon. I guess this is some king of smoke thing, with the green wood and all. I would never have know to do that. I'm realizing this adventure is more complicated than I thought. I guess maybe it occurred to you that I may not belong out here. But I don't really plan to do much but stay around the house. Unless there's something you'd like me to see."

Jon sits down watching Sandra. He sees a bag of sandwiches and a big jar of water. Jon smiles as he watched her take one and then give him one. He looked confused at the bag with the others. Jon watched her take a bite then he taken a large bit filling is mouth with 1/4 of the sandwiches. Jon seen her pour a cup of water. He smiled seeing her eyes go over his body. He watched her eyes drift from his arms to his chest then lower to his hips. Her eyes seam to be fixed on his lap. Jon wondered if she was craving him like he was her. Under her watchful eyes he felt a funny feeling. He was getting hard. This wasn't the first time he got hard, but it was the first time from a woman looking at him. He had seen females swimming with a group of others at a lake much closer to town. They looked young nothing like her. Even he knew she was a full woman. The ones he seen where not there, kids in his mind.
Jon let his eyes roam over her body. He liked what he was seeing. When his eyes got to her lap. He could see the lose leg hole. He wondered about that. He started to suck on his left inside of the cheek as he was thinking about what would be under that. In the past he was to far away to see the girls bare hips as they undressed. The group was to loud for him to want to be near and to wild. He didn't want to risk a fight with the younger males that would protect there females. He also watched them lay on top of each other and thrust there hips. He knew what the males looked like, but he now is wondering what the girls looked like. His mind wonders what Sandra looks like. He knows shes thinking of him. He don't know if its out of wonder as he is so different from what she has ever seen, or if she wants him as a mate.

Jon noticed her cheeks getting red. Jon moves his hand to her cheek to check them. He runs his hands softly fingers pointing down to her cheeks and his knuckles by her nose. Running his hand softly over her face. His hands start by her mouth and nose and running back to her ear. He is surprised how soft her face is.
Jon eats a second and puts the bag in her lap. Jon says "You eat more".

Jon smiles when she says hes been such a help. He is glad she is seeing she needs him. He hopes she wants him. When she says "I guess maybe it occurred to you that I may not belong out here" Jon got mad. He picked her up and sat her in his lap. She was light to him, and now knows he can easily carry her. Should they need to move quick. He is sure she would be slow to move in the thick forest. There is no real trails that is safe for her to walk on. He will have to watch over her in the woods. Jon smiles when he hears "Unless there's something you'd like me to see." He knows his little home on the hill top has a good view, and he wonders if shes asking to see that. Jon can see him picking her up over his shoulder and running threw the trees to the hill top setting her down where she can see the lake and the river running into it. All the trees for as far as he can see. Jon knows to hold off till he knows she wants him as a mate. Maybe then he will do that.

Sandra gasped as he lifted her into his lap. For the first time, she felt the roughness and strength of his hands. She smelled the pungent aromas of his body. Where they touched, his workday sweat clung to her skin and clothes. Under her, his hardness pressed against her. But what she had expected least was how gentle he was with her. He would never hurt her, she thought. Her heart pounded with fear--fear of his wildness, his intensity, but mostly fear of her own feelings. She felt protetected and loved in a way she didn't think she'd felt before.

Jon set her gently down on the ground and they sat together once again. She could not speak, so afraid she was of her own feelings. She reached for his hand and took it in hers, then she looked into his eyes. In this, she thought, she wanted him to see how she felt.

Sandra thought about all that brought her to this moment. She had come to this property as an escape, a refuge. But she felt as though she still lived where she came from. If she became his mate, what life would she give herself to? Would she never go back? This was the fear she felt.

She wished didn't have to make this choice. Why couldn't he just take her? They could go inside, to the little bed in the house. Their bodies were strange and wonderful to each other, she knew that now. Wasn't this enough? She looked at him and her eyes asked him that question.

She reached her hand and touched it against his bare chest, sliding it down slightly, and then withdrew it. There, she'd let him know how she felt. Any more than this would have to wait.

With careful motions, Sandra gathered the sandwich wrappings and the jar.

"I'm gonna go back in the house now, Jon. You can come in when you finish here. And please come say goodbye before you leave."

Sandra gasped from being picked up with so little effort. Jon's strong hands and arms rested around her holding her with out force. She could feel his muscular body from the hands up to his chest and down to his hips. Even in his legs as she sat on top. His body had fat that was like a coat but under that was no question that he was extremely fit.
Jon's sensitive hearing could pick of the sound of her heart racing, He didn't need to have his head to the chest. Her body with full of excitement and fear. She knew he could hurt her and or have his way with her. She also knew he was being careful with her.

Jon knew she was his mate, tho they didn't act he knew she wanted him as bad as he wanted her. There was no doubt that he was staying to look after this woman. As she sat in his lap, his eyes went to the hill top then down to the house. He had a internal war going on to go into her dwelling or take her to his. Jon knew he had to come down from that hill. She would never take to sleeping on the ground with pine branches for a bed and a moose hide for a blanket.

After a short time, Jon was going to let her go off of his lap. He was sure she knew he didn't want her to go away from this cabin. His new home. Jon was surprised when her hand had wrapped around his as he looked down at her with the burning in his eyes. All the primal lust filled his eyes as they bore into her eyes. He could see the longing and her happiness on her face. He could see the look of her mind racing as she was thinking hard.

Jon noticed her eyes on him but would slip to the cabin. Was she wanting him in there now?
Jon felt her hand over his chest, and he let out a joyful moan. A sound he never made before at being so close and so intimate before. Her soft hand and fingers sliding down lower. He was sure she could feel his breathing get deeper the more lower her hand went. Then her hand was gone, and this caused a moan to escaped his lips. A moan with frustrations to it.
Jon watched Sandra grab the bag of food the sandwiches where in and the jar of water. He knew they where going to be on the move soon. He jumped up to his feet and looked around making sure nothing was around while she was getting stuff together.

He heard her say she was going back to the house. He knew this was his time to make his mind was it her house or there house. When he heard Sandra say "and please come say goodbye before you leave." That made his mind up, she was going to there house. He will come down from the hill top as long as she is there, if not he will go up top.
Jon watched her take a few steps to the cabin. He came running behind her and one hand at her back with another at her knees. He scooped her up and did the short sprint to there place he slowed down almost to a full stop in 3 steps on that small porch and turned his back to the door hitting the side with his strong back. The door flung half way open leaving him to back into there home. The wood of the floor wear marks let the slide open so far before the friction stopped it from flying open. The old simple latch popped open easily so he knew it wouldn't take much to force the door open with no hands. As he popped the door open he smiled down at Sandra. Setting her down inside. He knew this is where she wanted to be.

Sandra was walking back to the house and didn't hear Jon behind her. In one swift motion, she was in his arms again, racing toward the cabin door. She clung to him, her face buried in his chest, her heart pounding.

Jon pushed the door open and gently set her down inside. She stood before him, looking into his eyes, knowing full well what was about to happen to her. She felt the trembling inside as her body readied itself to receive him.

Sandra look up at Jon's face, then leaned her body against his, her hand again lay on his chest and traced its way down to his belly. Dare she go further?

She could not bear to stop. Her hand inched slowly down until it pressed against the throbbing mass hidden beneath his pants. She squeezed gently as a tremor rippled inside her. Then she moved her hand away.

"Oh, Jon." This was all she could say.

Jon looks into Sandra's eyes. He can see the want on her face. He feels her hand going down his body. Jon feels Sandra's hand now slipping below the mostly animal hide with some jeans left for his pants. When her soft hand finds his hard thick cock. He was biting his lip looking down watching her body for reaction. He can see the look of shock and hunger now in her eyes as she says "Oh Jon". He hears her joy in her voice. That is all that it takes for his attack. He pushes his body hard into hers pinning her to the wall as he kisses her lips. He has seen it from afar and in trying to seen what the others where doing. His hands on her breasts over her clothing. He softly closed his big hands squeezing her breasts as his lips are to her mouth pressing firmly.

Sandra closed her eyes as kisses rained down on her face and neck. Jon pushed her against the wall of the cabin, not in a cruel or violent way but merely from the force of his wild urges. His hands probed her breasts, pressing and squeezing. She longed to be free of her shirt and bra and feel his rough skin on her.

Sandra moaned as her body responded with aching desire. How could she tell Jon how much she wanted him? In her life, she had only known timid lovers. For the first time ever, she felt herself the object of the most primal sexual urges. The more she yielded to him, the more her body trembled with pleasure.

As he pressed against her, his hardness dug into her through the layers of hide and fabric. She felt inside her the spasms and wetness as her body readied itself to receive him.

Jon could feel Sandra trembling. He picked her up one hand at the knee then back, and taken her to the bed. Jon laid her on her back and laid along side her not sure what to do. He knew what he wanted but wasn't sure what to do. So he laid there looking into her eyes with heavy deep breaths. His eyes where full of hunger, and his face was tight with his mouth open a inch or so. His eyes moved up and down Sandra's body first fast up and down then second and third time much more slowly to take in all of her. As if he was studying her.

They lay so close his back to the side of the cot more then a bed. Jon's front was to her side. Jon could feel her hand on this thigh as her hand rested on the bed from here he placed her.

Seeing that Jon was unsure of what to do, Sandra began unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped it off, then unhooked and removed her bra. Then she took Jon's hand and placed it on one of her breasts.

"It feels good if you touch them gently. And you can kiss and suck if you like also."

Then she reached her hand down, squeezing his cock again through his pants. Jon moaned when he felt her grasp on his throbbing penis. His face was contorted with agonizing pleasure.

The she reached her hand inside his pants and grasped him with the flesh of her hand.

Jon sat looking wide eyed at Sandra as she undid her blouse and bra. Jon smiled and let his hands explore here right breast as it was the one nearest to him. He lowered his head and started to kiss and lick her left breast. Jon pulled away and got up. He undid his jean button that some animal hides was covering and let them fall. He was now fully nude. He didn't stand long soon as the pants where at his feet he steped out of them and on the cot. This time he was over her. He put his left hand on the far corner of the cot and his right leg on the far side of the cot. Jon had his left leg at the side of her hips near the wall. Jon looked down into her eyes till his lips met her nipple and he nibbled on it 2 times before he started to lick around her nipple. He was hard and had his hips over her hips about 6 niches above her.
Jon knew tonight they where going to mate for the first time in his life.

Jon made it up in his mind he wasnt going to wait. He shifted his body more to the center of the cot, and sat up quickly. He sat up as he knew he needed both hands. He taken his hand farthest from the wall and held her hips down, and the hand nearest to the wall he pushed his hand to her ass grabbing her ass cheek and flipped her to her belly in the center. Next thing he did was pull her hips up to the air. His hands reaching for her shorts and pulling them open as he ripped them and they fell to her knees. Jon sees a small cloth for the first time of a woman's panties. He just grabbed his hard cock and pushed them aside with his thick cocks head and slipped it into her fold. He found it slipped in easy and he quickly sunk all him into her. All 8 inches stopping when his hips her hers and he started to do fast thrusting. Jon let out a almost animal sounding moan as he has taken his first mate. His strong hands holding her hips in place with each firm thrust and hip pounding into hers.

After a moment of uncertainty, Jon had taken control again. This was the Jon that her body craved. With a swift movement, he flipped Sandra on her belly and raised her hips in the air. She felt the sharp jerk as her shorts snapped apart and were pulled away. Then, heart pounding with anticipation, his hand found the narrow fabric that covered her opening.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, this was it. The moment she feared and wanted. Her wet pussy was exposed as his fingers opened her labia. Oh god, oh god. Now she felt it, his penis pressing, her fluids eagerly clinging to the massive tool as he smeared it around to lubricate it. Oh, god. All those years and days of want, now all directed at her, at this moment.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhh, Jon," she cried out as he sank into her. Her inner muscles quaked as they were forced apart by his massive girth. Deeper and deeper, then his hips pressed into her buttocks, then he gripped her tightly and pressed harder. Then another long slow stroke out, then another in to her depths.

Then Jon let out a cry. He began pounding her furiously. His hands latched tightly to her hips, pulling her up to him with each stroke. Sandra released herself completely to him, moaning again as another tremor shot through her pelvis.

This was how she had imagined it in those moments in the yard when the idea of sex with Jon first formed in her mind. This was what her body had prepared itself for even at that first twitch of anticipation. She wanted this moment to go on forever.

Jon held on to her hips and grunted with each thrust of his hips. Slamming his hips hard into Sandra's hips. The fast hard thrusts pounding his hips into her. His hard cock pushing into her depths. Jon wasn't being timid, there was no foreplay. Just pure animistic sexual release going on as he fucked her hard. Jon knew they where mates now. He could see her body give its self to him. It did not have to be spoken. This is where she belonged and this is what her body craved. A smile was worried a bit when she was going "oh god, oh god, oh god" but that wasn't a tone of wanting to stop so he kept pounding. A smile formed on Jon's face as she cried "Oooooooooohhhhhhh, Jon,". He knew she was enjoying this wanting him fully now.

With each stroke, Jon plowed into Sandra's supple pussy. Her pelvic muscles clenched around him, savoring every sensation as he forced his way inside her. Her fingers strained as she gripped the sheets of the little bed as her body jerked and bounced in his grasp.

Suddenly Sandra felt her body go into a chasm, a kind of blank space where her muscles no longer strained against him. She went limp, and strange moans began coming from her mouth. There was a tension in her, something she had no control over, building slowly with each thrust.

"Ahhhhhhhh...." Suddenly the force of an explosive orgasm hit her as she thrashed beneath him. He grasped her all the more tightly, continuing his strokes.

Sandra worried that Jon wouldn't understand this. So she turned her head and looked back at him, forcing a faint smile as she panted in the most ecstatic pleasure. She reached a hand back and gripped his thigh, hoping to urge him on.

Inside her vagina, she felt her muscles release further and open to him. She looked up at his face, straining in deep concentration on the sensations he felt. She wanted him to have every pleasure possible. She wanted him to take her completely as his mate, to fulfill a lifetime of desire in this one moment.

Jon was holding her tight. He knew she will be wiggling soon under him and he didn't want her to slip away. Jon could see and the jerks Sandra's body was doing. Something in his body pushed him harder and faster now. He knew she wasn't trying to get away but he didn't know what was happening. He had heard the tone before at the far lake. The females seamed to be enjoying them selfs as he knew the guys where taking there females. Jon watched her hands grip the sheets. He felt good knowing this was right on some level. Sandra's body went limp for a bit as he kept ramming his hard cock in her. He hasn't cum yet and he didn't plan to stop unless she asked.

Jon was watching her body for any signs. When Sandra looked back at him with a faint smile. He felt her hand on his strong toned fat wrapped legs. Her touch wasnt trying to get him to stop so he just kept going. Getting closer to what he wanted to do. Cum in her.

Jon could feel her body gripping and letting go of his hard cock in her depth. Soon after that he rammed his hips hard into her hips.His hands sliding more to the front of her hips holding on to her more firmly and pushing as much of his cock into her depths as he shot his hot cum deep in her. His hard cock pulling up a bit with each shot. As he shot her full of his cum he let a animal like moan out. The sound was unmistakably full of satisfaction. His hips stayed still as he caught his breath holding her hips up in the air with her head to the mattress. He is just standing there with his eyes closed and a smile on his face as he hold the front of her hips keeping her tight to his hips as he clams down.