Toxophilia Phone Sex – Archery Lesson Turns Up The Heat – Part 1

The compound bow was cool in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around it. I listened to the sound of my nails as I tapped against it, and I wondered how many people had touched it. It was exquisitely made, and my fingers moved to the string, flicking it as the sound of its vibration filled the air. Mark was watching me while I did, a recumbent bow in hand. I had no idea this would lead to toxophilia phone sex.

“You need to get your protective gear on first,” he told me while walking toward the gear laid out neatly on the table.

Placing the beautiful compound bow on its perch I walked over while my whole body tingled. While getting closer I could see three different colors of leather on top of the table. They were soft to the touch as I traced down the leather armguards. A minute later I picked up the red one, pressing it to my left forearm before buckling it into place.

“You’re going to want a chest guard too, to make sure you don’t hurt your, uh, assets.” His voice raspy as he spoke.

“You mean my breasts?”

I tried not to giggle as we locked eyes. Within seconds he looked away as his cheeks pinkened. How was it any mention of my tits always made men squirm, especially while wearing something like this tanktop. I picked up the fabric from the table, turning it over in my hands as I tried to figure out how exactly it works.

Walking over, Mark lifted his free hand to help me get the chest guard on as I fumbled with it. From this distance I could smell him as I stood, his musky scent filling my nose. “I don’t mean to grope you, but yes, this will protect your breasts while shooting. Trust me, nobody in archery wants to get hit with the bowstring there.” He said as he moved the fabric into place. His hand was strong and nimble as he moved. A shiver ran through me as he accidentally brushed my nipple.

“Tell me,” he said as he stepped back, “Why the sudden interest?”

“Oh, you know, curiosity.” It wasn’t much of a lie, as I really was curious. But I didn’t want to tell Mark, a man I’d only just met, that while watching The Hunger Games I’d soaked my panties as Katniss used her bow. How I quivered as she drew the string back. As I watched the muscles of her arms as she released her arrow. Or that Robin Hood had given me a tingly feeling before I even knew why. And that was what went through my mind as I made the appointment for this archery lesson.

Goosebumps rose while I picked up the compound bow as my archery lesson continued. I saw Mark’s eyes flick to my arm as the tiny hairs on my body stood raised. I guess toxiphilia phone sex is a thing.

“So,” he said, “Since you’re a beginner we’re starting you out with this composite compound bow. But before you do that, we need to work on your stance. You’re going to turn to your right,” he set down his bow before taking my shoulders and turning me into position. “And you’re going to place your feet about a foot apart here.”

As I move my legs apart I felt my nipples harden. “Is this far enough?” There’s a huskiness in my voice as I watch Mark fighting to keep his eyes off my breasts as he looks from my face to my legs.

“A couple of inches more,” he says. I catch his eyes taking in my peaked nipples before meeting mine.

He knew I’d seen him, as he looked into my eyes. I licked my lips as I mentally undressed him. He didn’t look away, as I watched I could see a buldge forming in his shorts.

“So now,” he said, as the huskiness of his voice sent pleasurable sensations to my pussy, “When you go to drawback you want to make a T with your arm. And while in the archery range, we hold our bows like this.” His hands were strong and callused over my own as he adjusted my grip.

 

 

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