Free Casper, Maggie-Kinky Campers 01-In the Woods by Maggie Casper Page A

weeks, Delilah assumed she’d been overlooked either due to her size, lack of experience or both. And then she’d gotten an email from Sam. He’d explained he was perfectly okay with newbies as long as she still had an interest.
    He’d gone on to say that as an unattached man he was not only looking for a demo bottom to help out with his presentation, he was also looking for a submissive to serve him for the weekend. That was the most intriguing part to Delilah, and she’d gone on to ask questions, all of which he had no issues at all answering. In short order she’d come to enjoy his straightforward, no-nonsense attitude and agreed. So thinking back on it, being tied to a tree at the mercy of a stranger wasn’t really all that bad, considering she’d agreed to stay in his room and have sweaty, noisy, messy sex with him whenever and however he wanted to.
    She liked that he was explicit in his desire to remain single. Delilah figured many women had been hurt by his bluntness. She wasn’t sure if he’d been burned in the past or had just decided commitment wasn’t for him, but he was adamant about their association only lasting the weekend and warned ahead of time that if she had ideas otherwise, they wouldn’t be a good match for a fun-filled time at the conference.
    It worked for Delilah. She wasn’t necessarily looking for anything other than the experiences he could offer either. Of course she was a woman, and as such had a tendency toward emotional crap most men would never admit to, but it didn’t seem like an issue to her. Like him, she was only out for a good time. It was all about what they could offer one another, the exchange of energy. A blank canvas in which he could practice his skill set and, as she’d read, offer untried reactions to feed his inner sadist. For her it was an ever-growing desire for the experiences she’d only dared to fantasize about up until that point.
    It wasn’t until later that she’d learned his presentation was on bondage in nature, which was why she’d found herself in her current predicament. She couldn’t help it and giggled again. At some point in the last month or so she’d evidently lost her ever-loving mind!
    Those around her laughed uproariously. It wasn’t until then that Delilah realized she’d been so lost in her own thoughts she’d missed whatever it was Sam was saying to the class.
    Well, damn! But at least it gave her some time to study him. He was one fine specimen of man that was for sure. He had to be over six feet tall, which was nice. His shaved head gleamed in the muted sunlight coming through the trees. He was definitely built. He was the sort of man whose muscles had muscles, and yet they weren’t the overly defined kind men got from lifting weights for hours on end at the gym. His hands had been rough and callused, proving he worked hard. Delilah couldn’t help but wonder what he did for a living then thought better of it, reminding herself she was only there for the kink and hopefully really great sex.
    That part really had been a bonus. She’d had a dry spell the last few months, and after killing off a few vibrators, had finally decided to try a bit of celibacy, including no more masturbating. Why she did stuff like that to herself, she’d never understand, but to say the least, it had been a long few weeks.
    It was probably a very good thing she was tied to the tree so tightly that she barely had enough room to wiggle her toes and fingers, because given the chance, she would gladly jump the man and fuck him right there on the ground.
    Looking up, Delilah realized he was looking at her. No, he was more than looking, he was studying her. And from the way his lips tilted up in a crooked smile, he could either read her mind or she was blushing again.
    “Thinking dirty thoughts, Trouble?”
    There was no use in trying to hide the fact. She could argue she wasn’t trouble, but doubted it would do any good. Besides, didn’t arguing over it