Free Bearly Breathing by Kim Fox Page A

human form had bonded to her now.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Grace laid on the cold ground and dreamed of her soft, warm bed. Hell she even would’ve taken the hard bed with the scratchy sheets back at the cabin.
    Her body shook as the cold of the night pierced her thin arms. She was always cold. And tonight was worse than ever. She was wearing small shorts and a thin tank top and her bikini underneath had never really, fully dried.
    She wondered where her big, fluffy sweater and thick jogging pants that she brought were. She pictured a big cat fish wearing them on the bottom of the river.
    Surprisingly Edwin had turned out to be comforting company tonight. And not just to look at. She felt safe around him. If the sight of him could send a pack of wolves running than she would be okay.
    She also felt strangely comfortable and relaxed around him. He didn’t care about her social status or bank account. Or what her family name was or who she hung around with. He was just happy in her presence.
    It was hard for Grace. She never knew if guys were trying to be with her to get favors from her Dad, like Rick, or to leach money from her, like Charlie. Guys from her world always seemed to have an ulterior motive with her.
    Edwin was different. And it wasn’t just the fact that he could change into a brown bear.
    He was sweet and manly at the same time. She had never met anyone who could fight off a pack of wolves and catch a fish with his hands. He had a calming presence about him. A raw, sexual energy that she found appealing and that her body responded to.
    It was scary being in the woods but Edwin was there to protect her. And that turned her on.
    She leaned in and kissed him.
    Why not?
    Tomorrow she would be gone, back to her nose-up-their-asses circle and this could be her little secret. In the future she could look back at the time when she got fucked hard by the hot, manly naked guy in the forest when her stressed-out, overweight, investment banker husband was lazily sticking it in her on the couch between commercials.
    Grace had taken some heat in her teenage years for what her Mom called ‘promiscuous behavior.’ It was improper. That was something that lower class sluts did. It wasn’t for a lady in her social position. She had conformed and changed her ways over the years but she still loved sex.
    But tonight no one would know but her.
    This guy lived in the woods. He was a recluse. He wouldn’t be gossiping about it at the Country Club or at the next charity event.
    She kissed him again and this time slid her hands down his naked body. She brushed her fingers past his rough pubic hair, down along his shaft and he began to harden under her touch. He groaned and his body began to hum.
    She gently nudged him over onto his back and sat up on her knees. His erection was hard as steel in her hands. Her mouth watered as she played with it, stroked it.
    Grace leaned down and took him in her mouth. He groaned as she massaged his shaft with her tongue. She squeezed her lips around him as she glided her mouth up and down on his dick. She loved sucking cock. There was nothing better than a big dick in her mouth, slapping her tonsils around like a pinata. Women in her circles never talked about this kind of thing. That would be unladylike but Grace loved a good dick sucking.
    His hand slid up the back of her thigh and crept up under her bathing suit bottom. His fingers crawled between her legs and he slid a finger into her wet pussy.
    She pulled his cock out of her mouth and smiled at him, jacking him off with her slick saliva. “What’s going on back there?” she asked. “I don’t usually go past first base on the first date.”
    He slid another finger inside her and she gasped.
    “Not much of a talker are you?” She stroked him harder, squeezing her grip.
    He let his fingers do the talking. His hand was swift and firm, soft yet strong.
    “Good,” she said, her voice getting deeper. “Keep this to yourself.”
    He