Toxophilia Phone Sex -Archery Lesson Turns Up The Heat, Part 2

I licked my lips as I mentally undressed him.

“So now,” he said, the huskiness of his voice waking my pussy, “When you go to draw back you want to make a T with your arm. And in our archery range, we hold our bows like this.” His hands were strong and callused over my own as he adjusted my grip. Who knew Toxophilia Phone Sex would turn me on so much?

Letting out a shaky breath I couldn’t help it as I lifted my chest and my hard nipples brushed against him. Keeping my legs apart, bow in hand, I felt powerful and sexy.

Mark’s fingers slid from my left hand, now moving my right hand up before he leaned in. I could feel his breath on my ear and I shuddered.

“You don’t have to grip the bow so tight. Keep your fingers where they are but let your hand relax.” He moved in to my neck, inhaling deeply. “Too tight and it throws off your aim. You want to grasp it firmly.”

I could feel my wetness as it started to soak into the cotton gusset of my thong. “So I should grip it like a cock, right?” My voice was quiet and his breath hitched.

“Exactly,” he said as I felt his tongue make contact just below my ear before moving back.

It takes effort to keep my feet on the ground as he walks over to his recumbent bow, and as he picks it up my clit starts begging for attention as the archer in front of me walked back.

Mark’s nose moved as he smelled the air and I hoped he could smell my arousal as my pussy juice began to run down my thigh, the moisture so hard to ignore.

Instead I kept my eyes on Mark, on the way he handled his bow. He circled me and I let my head turn to follow him.

“I’m impressed your feet are still in the right spot, and that you haven’t moved the bow in your hands.” He circled me again, closer this time, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my leggings as his chest pressed against my back. I shivered. Raising his bow as I brought mine level with his, I felt his right arm wrapping around me.

“Now we nock the arrow.”

It was thin, and lighter than I’d expected. Mark’s fingers moved smoothly with mine as we nocked the arrow, and I shivered as the vibration of the string seemed to send a similar twinge to my lady bits. Air flowed in and out of lungs unevenly as I tightened my muscles, all of them, feeling my arousal growing from the extra sensation as my pussy clenched as well.

Mark’s breath on my neck was almost enough to send me over the edge as he guided my hand to take the bowstring, hooking our fingers around it. His bow was still straight as air filled my lungs. “When we pull it back, keep your arm level. Remember luv, we want to make a T with your body.” His voice was dripping with arousal.

All I could manage was a small whine, it was hard to think, and as we pulled the string back, feeling the tension build in my arm it was all I could do to stay still and upright. This had to be the best archery lesson ever.

“Keep your eyes on the target while we do this. Take a breath in, and then on your exhale we’re going to release. Do you understand?”

I nodded, moving my head as little as possible. As a fire started in my arm, I took a deep breath, every muscle in my body tight, my pussy screaming at me, and then I let it out.

Time seemed to stand still as I loosened my fingers and the arrow shot forward. As it left the bow, flying through the air an intense orgasm ripped through me, leaning into Mark to keep myself upright. Biting my lip I tried to stay quiet, the explosion of orgasm all I knew.

As I slowly came back to my sense, standing upright, I saw I’d hit the outer ring of the target.

“Not too bad for your first shot,” Mark’s voice was husky in my ear. “Are you ready to go again?”

I nodded, thankful I’d packed clothes to change into. I knew that before I left the range my leggings would be soaked through.

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