The lookout

The lookout was closed for the season and I was not working it. No radio. No crew. No one I was responsible for on that hill. Sage is thirty-four, a man from a bar in town, not a firefighter on my season and not anyone I supervise. I have no boyfriend. I told him the game at the truck before we walked up. I would run the last slope. He would follow. If he caught me, he could fuck me on the porch, rough, and smoke would stop it cold if I said the word. He said smoke back to me. We shook on it like people who meant the handshake.

I stood on the porch first so the place could be what it is. Flannel buttoned, ash-brown braid, boots, trees dropping away below the rail. Clothed, calm, the cabin dark behind me. I let him see that. Then I said go, and I went. The road was one I had walked in daylight. I know the roots. I ran anyway, heart up, not fleeing, playing. He crashed through the brush behind me and I laughed once, which ruined my lead. He caught me at the steps with an arm around my waist and I shoved him for the fun of it and then stopped shoving. Caught. I said so. He said smoke was still live. I said I did not need it.

We got my jeans down and his jacket under my hips on the porch boards. The wood was cold. I wanted it hard and I said hard. His cock pushed into my cunt and I took it, wet already from the run. He fucked me deep, the pace rough, hands on my hips, not on my throat, nothing that would leave me explaining a mark I did not want. I braced on my forearms and fucked back. The trees did not care. My cunt took the slap of his hips and I rubbed my clit with two fingers and came, a full-body yes, braid stuck to my neck, voice low and filthy. Smoke stayed unused in my mouth. I did not want an ending yet.

He pulled out when I told him back, not inside. He came on my lower back, cum hot, his cock in his fist, a groan into the trees. I stayed down a second and then sat up, grinning, calm again as fast as I get calm. We used his jacket to wipe the worst of it. I walked him down to the truck and did not ask him in. The lookout stayed locked. I drove to the winter rental with the windows open and my cunt still aching in the good way. Off season. Mine.