The sun was sinking over the game ranch, painting the savanna in hues of amber as I wrapped up my rounds. This place—my domain—was a wild expanse of untamed beauty, home to grazing antelope and prowling leopards. It was a solitary life, one I thrived in, until Monique rolled in like a storm I didn’t see coming.
She was a Swedish vision—tall, blonde, with hair that caught the light like spun gold and legs that went on forever. She’d booked a week here, some soul-searching escape, she said, her blue eyes glinting with mischief when she arrived. The second she stepped out of the Jeep, her khaki shorts clinging to her hips and her gaze pinning me in place, I knew she’d turn my world upside down.
The flirting started fast. Day one, she was curious—asking about the trails, the wildlife—but her touches lingered, her fingers brushing mine when I handed her a map. By day two, she was bolder, pressing her body against me in the lodge kitchen, her ass grazing my groin as she reached for a glass, her laugh a sultry tease when I cracked a dumb joke.
Day three, the spark caught fire. I was showing her the watering hole, a hidden gem where giraffes stretched their necks at dusk. She wore a flimsy white tank top, sweat making it cling to her full breasts, her nipples peeking through. “So hot,” she murmured, peeling it off to reveal a black lace bra that barely held her in. My cock twitched as she stepped closer, smirking. “You don’t mind, do you?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer. She yanked me behind the acacias, her lips slamming into mine, tasting of sweet wine and raw need. My hands were all over her—sliding under her bra, cupping her tits, thumbs teasing her hard nipples. She moaned, loud and unashamed, as I shoved her against the tree. Her shorts dropped, and I lifted her, her legs locking around my waist. I thrust into her, bare and deep, her pussy tight and slick around me. The wet slap of our bodies echoed in the open air as I fucked her hard, her nails raking my back. I couldn’t hold back—grunting, I came inside her, pumping her full with a hot rush. When I pulled out, I watched my cum drip from her swollen lips, oozing down her thigh, thick and white against her sun-kissed skin. She grinned, scooping some up with her fingers and licking them clean, her eyes locked on mine.
The next night, it was the barn. I was tending the horses when she slipped in, a silk robe slipping off her shoulders to pool on the floor. Moonlight striped her naked body as she pushed me into the hay and climbed on top. She unzipped my jeans, freeing my cock, already rock-hard for her. She took me in her mouth, and fuck, the sound—wet, sloppy sucks, her tongue swirling around the tip, slurping as she gagged herself on me. I groaned, gripping her hair, watching spit trail down her chin. Then she straddled me, riding me slow, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I flipped her over, pounding into her from behind, the hay scratching our skin. When I came, I buried myself deep, filling her again. She gasped as I pulled out, and I stared, mesmerized, as my cum leaked out of her, glistening in the dim light, pooling on the straw beneath her.
Day six, we fucked in the Jeep on a ridge, the wind howling around us. She hiked up her skirt, no panties, and sank onto me, her juices soaking my lap. I thrust up into her, the truck rocking with us, until I unloaded inside her once more. She giggled as she lifted off, my cum trickling out, dripping onto the seat as she spread her legs to show me.
The river was next—an afternoon dip turned filthy. Under the water, I pinned her against a rock, her legs around me as I drove into her. The current tugged at us as I came, her pussy clenching around me. When we climbed out, I laid her on the bank and watched my load seep from her, mixing with the river water on her thighs.
Her last night, she came to my cabin in a sheer nightgown, her nipples dark shadows beneath. We didn’t make it far—I had her against the wall, her legs trembling as I fucked her standing up. Then on the rug by the fire, her on all fours, ass in the air. Her mouth found me again, the wet, sucking noise filling the room as she worked me with her lips and tongue, drool dripping down my shaft. I pulled her up, bent her over the couch, and took her hard, my balls slapping against her. When I came, I groaned her name, flooding her pussy. She collapsed, panting, and I spread her legs, watching my cum ooze out, thick and slow, coating her folds as the firelight danced across her skin.
Monique left the next morning, her Jeep kicking up dust as she waved goodbye. The ranch felt empty without her, but every spot—the acacias, the barn, the river—held the memory of her body, her moans, and the sight of my cum spilling from her. I’d be waiting for her to come back, craving more of that wild, dirty week.
