Page 6 of Double Mountain Men

“Hey Misty 18,” is my low growl. “Chris here. Or rather Mountain Man, if you want to call me that.”

There’s movement on the other side, and suddenly, a beautiful young woman materializes on screen. Yes, her photos are definitely accurate, and I hear Barrett inhale sharply from behind me. She’s gorgeous with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, make-up free features, and a welcoming smile. At the moment, those luscious curves are hidden behind a pink satin robe, but her décolletage hints of big breasts and a generous figure.

“Hi,” the girl says in a melodious voice. “I’m Misty. And you said you’re Chris, right? I’m happy to call you Mountain Man if you want. Or “Daddy,” if that fits,” she adds with a mischievous giggle.

I hold both hands out in surrender even as my cock twitches.

“Sweetheart, you can call me anything you like. Mountain Man, Daddy, or Chris all work for me.”

Misty giggles again, peering at me from the screen.

“Are you actually a mountain man though? Are you in a cabin right now? I feel like I’m seeing a wall made of logs behind your bookshelf.”

I turn quickly to glance behind me and smile.

“Yeah, I actually do live in a cabin up in the woods,” I say in an amused voice. “I bought this place ages ago, and it’s worked out. The cabin is perfect for rest, relaxation, and communing with nature. All the good stuff.”

“Of course,” Misty replies with a sweet smile. “And I also seeThe Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxybehind you on the shelf. You must be quite the reader!”

I turn again and silently curse myself. Why didn’t I check the bookshelf behind me before turning on my camera? After all, there are shitloads of books on there that I’ve never read before, including the aforementionedHitchhiker’s Guide, some trashy romance novels, as well as the latest airport murder mysteries. To be honest, I have no idea where this shit came from, and shrug into the screen.

“Sometimes I let friends use the cabin, so I can’t say that I’ve read any of these books,” I reply with a lopsided smile. “They belong to the people who’ve stayed here over the years.”

“That’s so generous to offer your cabin to others!” Misty murmurs with a smile. “I’m sure they appreciate it.” To my surprise, my heart warms at her praise, and my chest even puffs out a bit with pride. Holy fucking shit, is this for real? Am I actually moved by the words of an eighteen-year-old nymph whom I’m hiring for sex work?

But it’s true and I grin like a fool into the screen.

“I’ll confess that I’m not much of a reader, period,” is my low growl. “Other than business and economics books, and sometimes theWall Street Journal.” Then, I clear my throat because we’re not supposed to get into personal details. “Butfirst, sweetheart, I want to compliment you because you are gorgeous. You look just like your profile photo, and I’m happy to meet you.”

Misty smiles on the other side.

“Thanks, Chris,” she murmurs. “You look just like your photo too.”

I grin so wide that I swear, my face is about to crack.

“Really? All I had was a shirtless pic without my face.”

Her cheeks blush a fetching pink.

“Okay, I wasn’t sure what to expect with the face,” she acknowledges. “But youdolook rugged and strong, just like a mountain man, and you have broad shoulders beneath your flannel shirt. Do you ever chop wood?” she asks in a teasing tone.

I hear Barrett shift slightly behind me, and I know Misty’s having the same effect on him that she’s having on me. She’s not just gorgeous and young, but she’s flirtatious and playful too, which we appreciate. Don’t get me wrong because we love to fuck, and having a personality isn’t necessarily a prerequisite for our girls; having willing, wet, and warm holes is our first priority. But the women who display sassy personalities are definitely up our alley, and it makes the sex feel even better.

“I do chop wood,” I say in a low growl. “Not every day. But sometimes, when the supply is low in the cabin.”

Her eyes go round.

“Oooh,” she murmurs. “I’d like to see that.”

I grin again.

“You will,” I promise. “But first, let’s apply some make-up. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Misty says with a sweet smile. “Let me turn the camera for a sec.” Then, the young woman angles her screen so that I can see a little mirror off to the side, with lights around it like a miniature vanity. There’s a selection of cosmetics placed neatly on her table-top, and then Misty does something unexpected that makes my breath catch. She reaches up and undoes the fastening on her ponytail, freeing her golden tresses. The fall of hair cascades downwards in loose waves, so soft and silky that my fingers literally twitch.

“Ohhhh fuck,” Barrett groans, just out of sight. “Goddamn.”

I’m staring because I had no idea that the sweep of a woman’s hair could be so seductive. And yet I long to run my fingers through Misty’s golden locks, before lifting them to my face for a deep inhale. What will she smell like? Lavender? Roses? Lily? Or perhaps a scent more spicy and seductive, like female musk mixed with wildflower. That would be phenomenal, and my cock begins to harden beneath my jeans. Yet I keep my voice steady.

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