A Day At The Range
Carrie jogged slowly down Range Road on the warm, August morning. This was part of her ‘long route’ when she needed to run and clear her head. Today was one of those days.
Being Labor Day weekend, the range would be empty and Range Road would, therefore, be without traffic and make her run even better. She jogged at a moderate pace, not wanting to push things too much, but not wanting to slack off either. She hated running, really, but sometimes it was the only way to get her head cleared out. She had been having a frustrating week to put it mildly and her pent up rage wasn't subsiding by sitting around the apartment so she decided to head out and see if she could sweat it out.
About a mile down range road she froze in mid stride and almost fell to the ditch. She pulled the earbud out of her ear and listened. "BOOM" came the noise again. It was clearly coming from the range and it was, by far, the loudest gun she had ever heard in her life.
"It has to be Tom." She said, shaking her head.
Replacing her earbud she jogged to the range entrance, noticed the red "hot range" flag out front and jogged in to see Tom's Jeep backed up to the firing line with Tom on the ground behind the biggest gun Carrie had ever seen. She approached him quietly and stood off at a distance and watched him for a moment. The gun was 2 meters long and every time he ejected a round from it, it looked as big as a cigar. When he pulled the trigger, she felt the concussion from the shot from where she stood.
As she watched, she noticed the calm, zen-like posture of the usually tense and angry man as he rested on the ground behind this giant gun. She could see the muscles under his shirt flex and hold the thing in position as it fired and he barely moved. She could sense the strength in his arms as she watched. As she continued to admire his skill, she also began to notice that he was, in fact, a very attractive man. His hair was cut close and he had some stubble and she couldn't help but to undress him with her eyes. She'd seen him naked before, under different circumstances, and it never even registered. But now, in this warm morning air, she found her pulse increase and her face begin to flush as she pictured him without his normal camo-pants and black shirt. She felt a sudden warmth run from her belly to her crotch. She bit her lower lip as her mind pictured him on top of her.
She was so caught up in this sudden, and unexpected thought, that she didn't notice when he got up from the ground, brushed the dust from his pants, turned abruptly and drew his side arm taking aim at her.
"Carrie?" He lowered his sidearm. "What the Hell are you doing here?"
"You know," She blinked, trying to think of something other than what she had actually been thinking. She then looked at his rifle on the ground then back to Tom, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to compensate for something." She smiled, hoping he didn't notice her red face or the fact that she just had been staring at his crotch.
"Funny." Tom smirked. He then became keenly aware that Carrie was in running shoes, loose shorts, and a tank-top over a black sports bra. "You're not really dressed for range time."
"Well, I wasn't headed to the range. I was out for a run." She pointed at the rifle. "When I heard that, I just knew it had to be you so I jogged on in and thought I'd say hi."
"Hi." Tom said. "You okay?" He looked at her, noticing that something didn't seem right.
"What? Yeah. No. I'm good." She took a deep breath. "I just... yeah. I'm good. Had a lot of frustration to work out, thought I'd go for a run. You know."
"If you need to burn off some anger, you've come to the right place." He turned and gestured. He had all of his various weapons placed out on the prep-table behind the firing-line and he started his routine. Handguns first, working up to the shotguns, then on to the rifles. "And I've seen you shoot... you could use the practice."
"Sure!" She said, not wanting to leave for some reason. "Let's do this."
Tom moved over to the table and grabbed a handgun and handed it to her long with an over-the-head set of cans to protect her hearing. "We'll start small." He said. "Show me your stance."
She turned towards the target, put both hands around the grip like she'd been trained to do and thrust the gun out from her chest.
"Good." Tom said, "but spread your feet a little." She did. "Now squeeze the trigger." She did and her shot went wide.
"Sorry." She said. "I'm just..." She trailed off and tried again. As she continued to shoot, she could sense Tom walk up behind her. His hands came up to her elbows and he moved her arms into a more solid position. As he did, his hand slid down her bicep as he pulled away. 'Was that on purpose?' Carrie thought. Then she shook her head and fired 5 rounds at the target, landing them all in the center.
"Nicely done." Tom said.
"Thanks," Carrie turned to see him. He wasn't looking at the target, he was looking at her. And not in an unkind way. She blushed. "What else do you have for me?"
"I uh..." Tom looked embarrassed as he realized he had been staring at Carrie. He wasn't sure why, but right now he wanted nothing more than to just touch her. Her shorts showed enough leg to be very provocative and her loose tank-top showed off her very fit stomach and chest. Tom changed his glance to his table of guns as he sensed the coming erection. "Let's go to rifles shall we?"
"Sure" Carrie smirked, noticing the way his eyes had lingered on her body. "But not that thing." She pointed at the .50 caliber rifle on the ground.
"Okay." He smiled. "She does kick a bit." He grabbed a smaller rifle, black with a scope and a bipod and took it to the shooter's bench - a concrete table roughly a meter off the ground - and set the rife on it. "Since you're not wearing pants..." he stopped. "I mean, since you're wearing shorts."
"I know what you mean."
"Right - this way you won’t have to lay in the gravel in your shorts and get your legs all dirty and stuff." He looked around. "There should be a chair, but I think someone stole it."
"I will just have to make do." She said walking over to the table. She spread her feet apart, bent at the waist and got behind the scope. "Will this work?" She knew he was staring at her ass now... it was hard not to. She had an amazing ass.
"Yeah... that'll do." He cleared his throat. "Can you see through the scope?"
"I think..." She moved her head around, resulting in an overall movement of her body. The shirt hung low off of her chest and Tom could see her muscles work. "No. Actually." She said.
Without even thinking Tom stepped up behind her and leaned over, pressing his chest to her back. His face was next to her and he looked at the scope and made an adjustment, "Is this better?" He asked.
"Much." She said softly her eyes scanned the side of his lean face. He could feel her soft word on his cheek and he turned to meet her gaze. As he did, Carrie braced both of her arms on the table and slowly pushed her hips back into him. He froze. His heart raced and his erection could be felt through his pants into the soft mesh of her jogging shorts. She slowly raised and lowered her ass against his cock.
Taking his queue from Carrie, his left hand moved up her flat stomach and under her sports bra and he kissed her neck. As he kissed her, he slowly rocked his hips up and down, rubbing himself against her. Carrie moaned softly and Tom's right hand found its way down her shorts and between her legs.
"So it's not just me then?" He said as he felt how wet she'd become.
"No. It's not just you." She leaned down, and used her hand to force his fingers deeper inside her.
His hand moved in and out, and worked her into an orgasm as he slowly rubbed his fully erect cock against her from behind. When she shuddered to a climax he paused for a moment and kissed her neck. She inhaled sharply as he did. Then he grabbed her shorts and panties with both hands and pulled them down to her ankles. The warm air felt good against her bare skin. As Tom moved to unbuckle his belt, Carrie kicked her shorts and panties off with her feet and resumed her position against the table. She lowered her chest and stuck her hips up high for him. She wanted him in her. She wanted him to fuck her brains out.
She gasped as Tom entered her. He was bigger than she’d expected and was as hard as the concrete table she was leaning against… he felt good inside her. He felt so good that when he would thrust, she would push back into him, begging more out of the motion. His hand grabbed her hips and he pulled at her, forcing one thrust after another and she liked it. She pushed harder against him and he forced himself deeper with each thrust. Again and again he rammed her against the table.
"Oh my god." Carrie whispered.
He slowed his thrusting and leaned up against her back. His right hand slipped around her and her started massaging her clit. Her hips shook and quivered as she orgasmed for a second time. He felt her juices flow down the shaft of his cock as he slowly leaned back and began thrusting again. Carrie moved to one elbow on the table, pressing herself back into him and furiously rubbing her clit as he groaned with ecstasy and came inside her. She continued swirling her fingers until, to her shock, she came a third time. Her breathing was shallow and her heart raced. Her legs quivered and she felt the orgasms rushing through her body in waves.
He stood there, behind Carrie, looking down at her flushed skin, covered in a sheen of sweat as she slowly worked back and forth on his spent cock. After a moment of silence, Carrie's breathing calmed and she pulled off of him and turned. She leaned back against the table and stared at Tom. He was shirtless and his pants were around his ankles... she wanted to laugh at the sight of it, but she was too turned on and too spent for that. He looked back at her, hands on his hips, breathing slow. Her legs were spread slightly and he looked at her. As he did, he felt a second erection coming on. Carrie's eyes widened as he sat her up on the table, pulled the shirt over her head and entered her again.
Her legs wrapped around him as he thrust again and again. It was fierce and animalistic. It was hard, fast thrusts that ended with him collapsing over her in a massive groan of completion. He felt the fluids running out of Carrie, down the shaft of his cock, and finally down to his balls. He was spent… For now at least.
"Holy shit..." was all that she could say.
Tom stepped back from her, his spent cock hanging in the air for the world to see. And Carrie stared at him in awe as he stared at her.
"We should do this again sometime." Tom said with a smile.
"We should do this again every time." Carrie said in return.
She fetched her panties and used them to clean herself as best as she could and put her shorts on and stuffing her panties in her pocket. Tom, was buttoned up, wearing his shirt again and looking at her from the table.
"What?" She said.
"Nothing... I'm just sorry this didn't happen sooner."
"You and me both."
"You want a ride back to your apartment?"
"Yes. Yes I do."
She helped him clean up all of his assorted weapons and load them into his Jeep and they left the range.
The ride was quiet as the two stole glances at one another. When they pulled up to Carrie's she looked at him... He turned the engine off and followed her up the stairs.
"You have anything to drink?" Tom said as he followed her up the stairs.
"Water, bourbon, and gatorade." She replied.
"We're going to need all three." He smirked. "And probably some pizza."
The door shut behind them... and didn't open again for 24 hours.
Being Labor Day weekend, the range would be empty and Range Road would, therefore, be without traffic and make her run even better. She jogged at a moderate pace, not wanting to push things too much, but not wanting to slack off either. She hated running, really, but sometimes it was the only way to get her head cleared out. She had been having a frustrating week to put it mildly and her pent up rage wasn't subsiding by sitting around the apartment so she decided to head out and see if she could sweat it out.
About a mile down range road she froze in mid stride and almost fell to the ditch. She pulled the earbud out of her ear and listened. "BOOM" came the noise again. It was clearly coming from the range and it was, by far, the loudest gun she had ever heard in her life.
"It has to be Tom." She said, shaking her head.
Replacing her earbud she jogged to the range entrance, noticed the red "hot range" flag out front and jogged in to see Tom's Jeep backed up to the firing line with Tom on the ground behind the biggest gun Carrie had ever seen. She approached him quietly and stood off at a distance and watched him for a moment. The gun was 2 meters long and every time he ejected a round from it, it looked as big as a cigar. When he pulled the trigger, she felt the concussion from the shot from where she stood.
As she watched, she noticed the calm, zen-like posture of the usually tense and angry man as he rested on the ground behind this giant gun. She could see the muscles under his shirt flex and hold the thing in position as it fired and he barely moved. She could sense the strength in his arms as she watched. As she continued to admire his skill, she also began to notice that he was, in fact, a very attractive man. His hair was cut close and he had some stubble and she couldn't help but to undress him with her eyes. She'd seen him naked before, under different circumstances, and it never even registered. But now, in this warm morning air, she found her pulse increase and her face begin to flush as she pictured him without his normal camo-pants and black shirt. She felt a sudden warmth run from her belly to her crotch. She bit her lower lip as her mind pictured him on top of her.
She was so caught up in this sudden, and unexpected thought, that she didn't notice when he got up from the ground, brushed the dust from his pants, turned abruptly and drew his side arm taking aim at her.
"Carrie?" He lowered his sidearm. "What the Hell are you doing here?"
"You know," She blinked, trying to think of something other than what she had actually been thinking. She then looked at his rifle on the ground then back to Tom, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to compensate for something." She smiled, hoping he didn't notice her red face or the fact that she just had been staring at his crotch.
"Funny." Tom smirked. He then became keenly aware that Carrie was in running shoes, loose shorts, and a tank-top over a black sports bra. "You're not really dressed for range time."
"Well, I wasn't headed to the range. I was out for a run." She pointed at the rifle. "When I heard that, I just knew it had to be you so I jogged on in and thought I'd say hi."
"Hi." Tom said. "You okay?" He looked at her, noticing that something didn't seem right.
"What? Yeah. No. I'm good." She took a deep breath. "I just... yeah. I'm good. Had a lot of frustration to work out, thought I'd go for a run. You know."
"If you need to burn off some anger, you've come to the right place." He turned and gestured. He had all of his various weapons placed out on the prep-table behind the firing-line and he started his routine. Handguns first, working up to the shotguns, then on to the rifles. "And I've seen you shoot... you could use the practice."
"Sure!" She said, not wanting to leave for some reason. "Let's do this."
Tom moved over to the table and grabbed a handgun and handed it to her long with an over-the-head set of cans to protect her hearing. "We'll start small." He said. "Show me your stance."
She turned towards the target, put both hands around the grip like she'd been trained to do and thrust the gun out from her chest.
"Good." Tom said, "but spread your feet a little." She did. "Now squeeze the trigger." She did and her shot went wide.
"Sorry." She said. "I'm just..." She trailed off and tried again. As she continued to shoot, she could sense Tom walk up behind her. His hands came up to her elbows and he moved her arms into a more solid position. As he did, his hand slid down her bicep as he pulled away. 'Was that on purpose?' Carrie thought. Then she shook her head and fired 5 rounds at the target, landing them all in the center.
"Nicely done." Tom said.
"Thanks," Carrie turned to see him. He wasn't looking at the target, he was looking at her. And not in an unkind way. She blushed. "What else do you have for me?"
"I uh..." Tom looked embarrassed as he realized he had been staring at Carrie. He wasn't sure why, but right now he wanted nothing more than to just touch her. Her shorts showed enough leg to be very provocative and her loose tank-top showed off her very fit stomach and chest. Tom changed his glance to his table of guns as he sensed the coming erection. "Let's go to rifles shall we?"
"Sure" Carrie smirked, noticing the way his eyes had lingered on her body. "But not that thing." She pointed at the .50 caliber rifle on the ground.
"Okay." He smiled. "She does kick a bit." He grabbed a smaller rifle, black with a scope and a bipod and took it to the shooter's bench - a concrete table roughly a meter off the ground - and set the rife on it. "Since you're not wearing pants..." he stopped. "I mean, since you're wearing shorts."
"I know what you mean."
"Right - this way you won’t have to lay in the gravel in your shorts and get your legs all dirty and stuff." He looked around. "There should be a chair, but I think someone stole it."
"I will just have to make do." She said walking over to the table. She spread her feet apart, bent at the waist and got behind the scope. "Will this work?" She knew he was staring at her ass now... it was hard not to. She had an amazing ass.
"Yeah... that'll do." He cleared his throat. "Can you see through the scope?"
"I think..." She moved her head around, resulting in an overall movement of her body. The shirt hung low off of her chest and Tom could see her muscles work. "No. Actually." She said.
Without even thinking Tom stepped up behind her and leaned over, pressing his chest to her back. His face was next to her and he looked at the scope and made an adjustment, "Is this better?" He asked.
"Much." She said softly her eyes scanned the side of his lean face. He could feel her soft word on his cheek and he turned to meet her gaze. As he did, Carrie braced both of her arms on the table and slowly pushed her hips back into him. He froze. His heart raced and his erection could be felt through his pants into the soft mesh of her jogging shorts. She slowly raised and lowered her ass against his cock.
Taking his queue from Carrie, his left hand moved up her flat stomach and under her sports bra and he kissed her neck. As he kissed her, he slowly rocked his hips up and down, rubbing himself against her. Carrie moaned softly and Tom's right hand found its way down her shorts and between her legs.
"So it's not just me then?" He said as he felt how wet she'd become.
"No. It's not just you." She leaned down, and used her hand to force his fingers deeper inside her.
His hand moved in and out, and worked her into an orgasm as he slowly rubbed his fully erect cock against her from behind. When she shuddered to a climax he paused for a moment and kissed her neck. She inhaled sharply as he did. Then he grabbed her shorts and panties with both hands and pulled them down to her ankles. The warm air felt good against her bare skin. As Tom moved to unbuckle his belt, Carrie kicked her shorts and panties off with her feet and resumed her position against the table. She lowered her chest and stuck her hips up high for him. She wanted him in her. She wanted him to fuck her brains out.
She gasped as Tom entered her. He was bigger than she’d expected and was as hard as the concrete table she was leaning against… he felt good inside her. He felt so good that when he would thrust, she would push back into him, begging more out of the motion. His hand grabbed her hips and he pulled at her, forcing one thrust after another and she liked it. She pushed harder against him and he forced himself deeper with each thrust. Again and again he rammed her against the table.
"Oh my god." Carrie whispered.
He slowed his thrusting and leaned up against her back. His right hand slipped around her and her started massaging her clit. Her hips shook and quivered as she orgasmed for a second time. He felt her juices flow down the shaft of his cock as he slowly leaned back and began thrusting again. Carrie moved to one elbow on the table, pressing herself back into him and furiously rubbing her clit as he groaned with ecstasy and came inside her. She continued swirling her fingers until, to her shock, she came a third time. Her breathing was shallow and her heart raced. Her legs quivered and she felt the orgasms rushing through her body in waves.
He stood there, behind Carrie, looking down at her flushed skin, covered in a sheen of sweat as she slowly worked back and forth on his spent cock. After a moment of silence, Carrie's breathing calmed and she pulled off of him and turned. She leaned back against the table and stared at Tom. He was shirtless and his pants were around his ankles... she wanted to laugh at the sight of it, but she was too turned on and too spent for that. He looked back at her, hands on his hips, breathing slow. Her legs were spread slightly and he looked at her. As he did, he felt a second erection coming on. Carrie's eyes widened as he sat her up on the table, pulled the shirt over her head and entered her again.
Her legs wrapped around him as he thrust again and again. It was fierce and animalistic. It was hard, fast thrusts that ended with him collapsing over her in a massive groan of completion. He felt the fluids running out of Carrie, down the shaft of his cock, and finally down to his balls. He was spent… For now at least.
"Holy shit..." was all that she could say.
Tom stepped back from her, his spent cock hanging in the air for the world to see. And Carrie stared at him in awe as he stared at her.
"We should do this again sometime." Tom said with a smile.
"We should do this again every time." Carrie said in return.
She fetched her panties and used them to clean herself as best as she could and put her shorts on and stuffing her panties in her pocket. Tom, was buttoned up, wearing his shirt again and looking at her from the table.
"What?" She said.
"Nothing... I'm just sorry this didn't happen sooner."
"You and me both."
"You want a ride back to your apartment?"
"Yes. Yes I do."
She helped him clean up all of his assorted weapons and load them into his Jeep and they left the range.
The ride was quiet as the two stole glances at one another. When they pulled up to Carrie's she looked at him... He turned the engine off and followed her up the stairs.
"You have anything to drink?" Tom said as he followed her up the stairs.
"Water, bourbon, and gatorade." She replied.
"We're going to need all three." He smirked. "And probably some pizza."
The door shut behind them... and didn't open again for 24 hours.
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