The day was a hot late summer afternoon. He had spent most of the day working the lawn getting it ready for re seeding. It was hard work and he had been going hard at the job almost all day. The house was at the end of a long winding driveway. It was out of view from the highway and no one lived nearby. It was an older country home that was built long ago when craftsmanship was valued.
She was standing just inside the kitchen looking out the window. He was working out in the warm sun and had removed his shirt to keep cool. She was enjoying watching the way he moved in a rhythm getting the dirt ready for re seeding. The muscles of his back and arms could be seem moving under his skin. It was mesmerizing watching as sweat made him shine in the light of the day.
It was her home and he was a neighbor who she had known for some time. The job of re seeding was more than she could handle and his offer of help was a blessing to her. Money had always been hard to come by and she had had to pinch penny to get by from time to time. Still living in this house she was alone but never felt lonely. Her husband of many years had passed after a long illness and it had been hard on her to watch as he was slowly stolen from her. Still she valued her independence and had learned to be strong and kept her resolve hard to overcome what ever came her way.
He was working and humming a tune from his childhood. It was a little mindless something that helped him keep moving in rhythm pulling the rake and clearing out the old grass.Soon the old grass had been tilled and raked into a pile at the corner of the back yard.The dirt was cleaned and soft underfoot no rocks or roots.
He remembered back to his childhood when he would walk barefoot all summer. That was when he sat on the steps and pulled his shoes and socks off. It was something he had not done in years and it surprised himself that he did it. She was still watching through the window and when she saw him remove his shoes it triggered a memory for her from long ago.
The summers when she was growing up there were no swimming pools. Only creeks and ponds for relief from the summer heat. Sometimes she would go play in the water with her childhood friends. Usually doing it naked as her Mom did not want to have more clothes to wash. It was all in innocent fun and just seemed normal to be comfortable when playing. This man was one of those friends she had grown up with, sometimes playing down in the creek looking for tadpoles frogs or just fishing from the bank.
Looking at him now she had the realization that he was the closest friend she had. Oh she had other girlfriends she talked to but he was the closest and longest known boy she had as a friend. That let her look again with new eyes at him. It brought up feelings and emotions that has been down inside to the surface. Her face flushed and she could feel a longing to satisfy the needs she was neglecting for so long.
Going to the kitchen she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a tall pitcher of cold sweet tea. Filling two glasses with ice and placing them on a tray with a piece of cake freshly made the night before. As she went out the back door he looked up from his labor. He saw her and admired how she carried herself with confidence and could see that she had taken good care of herself over the years.
She was wearing a blue cotton dress that came to just above her knees. It was a light summer dress that fit loose letting the breeze move it easily. The neck line was down to below her breast. She had breast that were full and uplifting. They are nicely proportioned to her body size. Not too overpowering and quite natural. He could see that she was not restrained by a bra, letting them breath in the summer air.
She placed the tray on the wooden picnic table in the yard under the shade of a large oak tree. He walked over to where she was pouring the first glass of cold tea. The sweat was on his face was making little rivers of moisture as it ran through the dust on his skin.
She looked up at him and said "You are much too hot, Take a few minutes and cool off for a bit."
He said "You are right, I have been pushing to get this job finished but it is time for a little break. I don't remember the summers being this hot when we were growing up. I sure miss those times down at the swimming hole in the creek. Think those were the best times I had growing up. You and me would spend most of the summer exploring those rocks and trees. The cow pasture was our playground. Sure miss those times."
He looked into her face as she spoke, "I miss those times too. It was a great way to spend the summer, down at the creek. Bring the cows up for the evening milking everyday. It was a simple life and good times."
She gave him the glass of cold tea and while he drank it she came behind him.
"You have always been a good friend to me. I remember those times when you and I were little. I was a child then but now am a woman with the desire of something more. The desire to know you with nothing hidden between us."
He turned to look into her eyes. She was seeing him as more than a friend and he was feeling a stirring deep inside also. He used his hands to hold her face and said, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I know you as a child and now as a grown up. You are a complete woman and I desire more from you as well."
He held her face and brought his lips to her. Kissing lightly the fire in the two flowed like a flame growing in heat. The taste of her was sweet as he touched her tongue with his. She pulled him in wanting more. She used her hands to loosen the button of his pants letting free his manhood. She pulled them down and could see that he was aroused. He was a natural man and she could smell his musk which made him unique from any other.
He loosened the buttons on the front of her blue dress and reached down to the hem. Grasping each side of it in his hands and lifting it up and over her head. It turned inside out as it reveled the shape and curves of the woman it clothed. He saw the warm thighs and then the little blond tuft of hair at the intersection of her womanhood. He could see the hair trimmed short at the vulva. It framed the lips that were slightly open and moist from the arousal of being close to this man.
Then her breast were set free of the curtain covering them. They were full soft but firm with a round areola and nipple in the middle. They were perfect as they moved free. The shape of her body was a creation of beauty that he gazed upon with appreciation. He had seen women in magazines. They were perfect from airbrushing or computer manipulation. This woman was perfect without need of any enhancement. She had not thought herself beautiful, always seeing the mole or scare from some long ago accident. Always thinking she was too fat or wrinkled.
She said, "I know you were expecting a more beautiful body......"
He stopped her saying " You don't see it but you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You are that angel that I have wanted for so many years. May I explore you, all of you?"
She could see the love in his eyes. The tender man behind all the sweat and dust was what she had been looking for. "You may take me as you wish, if you will let me explore also."
He looked and could see the tears streaming down her face in a release of emotion and tension that had been held back for much too long.
Reaching around and holding him close. The heat of his body was being adsorbed by her. It was making them feel as one.
He saw the garden hose on the side of the well house. "If you don't mind. I need to wash off some of this dust."
The hose was on the ground and he turned the water on a little. Hooking it up on a limb of the oak tree. It let the water flow like a shower head. He was standing under the stream of refreshing water as she stood back letting her gaze drink him in. She has almost forgotten the pleasure that came from looking at a natural man's body. It was a gift from him that she accepted with appreciation. He was standing with his back to her. The shape of his back as it narrowed down at the waste. Water flowing over all of his curves down his butt and down his legs. She could see all of him as he turned and the view of his penis and scrotum turned her way. The penis was going small from the cool water. She could see that he kept himself smooth shaved down below. It was something she was not use to seeing on a man. He caught her eye and could see she was enjoying the chance to see the view that he was offering to her. It is always thought that it is only the men who want to see the opposite sex. Women also are visual creatures who appreciate the gift when offered in a natural setting.
She moved up to him letting the water flow over her as she reached around him. Holding him close the water was a natural cleansing. Freeing her from the dust and sweat from the hot day. He stepped back to take in the view of her. She raised her face into the flowing water. Letting it cool her body and taking away the stress of the day. Her breast was firm with her nipples coming erect. The water flowed around her curves, highlighting her butt as he watched as it go over her back and down the legs to the ground.
Joe
These are stories are from my imagination. I have no intention to offend. However they are very descriptive in the experience of the moment. Come along for the wild ride. Any comments are appreciated.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Bounty Hunter ( old west)
The road into town was not much more than a worn foot path. It was a new town that only a few years before was only a stagecoach stop. The dusty road was being traveled by a man who had robbed the bank a few counties away. He knew there would not be anyone following him. The sheriff in that town had no jurisdiction this far.
That was where he was mistaken. There was a bounty hunter on his trail. This person was the survivor of the outlaw. Her home was attacked and were shown no mercy. He had killed her husband and young daughter. She had been shot and left for dead. Her body fought death and she found herself alive and her family dead laying around her.
The first person to find the slain family was a man she had known almost all her life. He was the sheriff in town and had always been kind to her and the family.
He found life still in her body. Cutting away the shirt he could see where the bullet had torn through her shoulder. It was a clean wound but she had lost a lot of blood. He had a medical kit in his saddle bag.
Cleaning the wound he dressed it to keep out infection. Using a few stitches to close the opening. He knew that she would always carry the mark on her shoulder. All this time she was unconscious. That was the only good thing because she would have been in great pain if she were awake.
The blood had soaked all of her clothes. He drew a bucket of water from the well. Heated it on the cook stove and started washing her clean.
She was looking more alive after her bath. He wrapped her in a blanket and placed her into the carriage. The two horses pulled it easily back to town. Where she could get the attention to help her recover from her ordeal. He sent a few men back to bury her family. That was all that anyone could do for them. They were in God's hands As for the man that had done the killing. He would find justice on this earth.
Six months later...............
Her strength had pulled her through and gave her a resolve to find those responsible and give them justice. The man whose trail she was following had gotten careless. The last bank he had robbed gave a description and placed a $10,000 reward for him dead or alive.
That kind of reward attracts lots of attention. The attention of a rancher who was struggling to survive a long dry summer. His herd was starving from no grass to graze. The bank was calling for his ranch to satisfy the money owed for his mortgage. He was this as a desperate way to save all that he owned.
The horse she was riding threw a shoe. She was alone on the trail. Checking his front hoof she saw the damage made when the iron shoe pulled free. The horse could not go further.
Night was close so she stopped for the night. Pulled the saddle off she tied the horse to a tree and set about finding wood for a fire. Setting the camp fire and lighting it gave a warmth that made her comfortable.
She could hear a small stream nearby. Knowing that her horse needed water she used a canvas bag to bring water to him and for cooking.
The water looked cool and refreshing after the long day on the trail. She unfastened her shirt and pulled off her boots and pants. The clothes were tho clothes of her husband. She wore them to feel close to him. Even though he was gone.
She was still an attractive woman. The frontier was hard on women. Making them old before their time. Her hair was pulled up and tucked under her hat. She removed the hat and shook her hair free. She had long brown hair that came down to her shoulders. Both breast were full and round. The left shoulder was where she had been shot. The wound had healed but the hole it left could still be seen. Her skin was pale when compared to her arms and hands. The shape of her hips flowing down toward her legs gave the message that she was still a attractive woman.
She walked into the water feeling the mud of the bank soothing to her feet. The water was cool and refreshing as it took away the dirt and sweat of the day. Using a little soap she dipped her head into the water and washed the hair clean.
She laid back onto the water. Floating weightless. It was little pleasures like this that kept her sane.
Looking Up into the sky the clouds seemed to form shapes. She could pick out a house with mountains all around it. That brought back memories of how her husband would pick her up and carry her in his arms. He was so strong that she felt as a butterfly floating on the wind when around him.
The memory of a sweet kiss from him brought a smile to her lips. His fragrance, she remembered the way he smelled at the end of the day. His sweat of laboring on the ranch was a special perfume to her nose.
The sheriff in town was a man she had known growing up. He always had a attraction to her but never got up the courage to act on his feelings. The choice between the man she choose as a husband and the sheriff was easy in her mind.
Her husband was love at first sight. His touch and kiss were powerful and made her weak in the knees. His firm soft hands could send her into a wild ride. Like floating down a mountain stream. Seeming to fall through the air with his touch. Using his hands to explore her most intimate parts was what she needed the most. He was her best friend. Being separate from his was hard on her.
Feeling refreshed she came to the bank of the stream and washed the pants and shirt. Wringing the water from them she carried them back to near the camp fire to dry.
She was giving water to her horse when she heard the sound of someone traveling up the path. Moving to the saddle she pulled the rifle free from the scabbard. Stepping to the edge of the clearing to be out of sight. She waited for whoever it was to come into view.
He was coming along the path and looking for a place to set camp for the night. The water flowing in the stream caught his ear. Knowing his horse needed a drink he pulled off the path toward the sound of water. As he came round the curve he saw the camp fire burning and the horse standing and holding it's front hoof off the ground.
Pulling the mount to a stop. He looked over toward the tree at the edge of the clearing. That was when he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was standing and pointing the rifle straight at him. The sound of silence was broken by a metallic click as she pulled the hammer back to full cock. That sound caused him to freeze.
She called to him "Mister if you know what is best. You will just move along."
He said, "I mean no harm. The trail as been long and dusty. My horse is in need of water and so am I. I can see that your horse has lost a shoe. If you will allow me I will share my food with you and may be able o help your horse."
She knew that her horse could not go further without attention to his shoe. She had always been a good judge of men. Something about this man made her feel at ease. The way he spoke and sat on his horse made his presence comforting. That first impression made her next words even surprise herself.
She said, "Mister my horse is in a bad way and the truth is my supplies ran out yesterday. If you would help me and my horse I would be grateful to share my fire with you."
He watched her eyes go from fear to trust as she spoke to him.
"Miss you have nothing to fear from me. I will do you no harm. The trail does not offer many comforts but if you are willing to share your fire I will do all I can to help you."
She responded by lowering the rifle and relieving the hammer from full cock to safety.
She said "I have washed the only clothes that I have. While they dry I will hope you are not offended by my naked body."
He dismounted his horse. Walking past where she was standing. Leading the horse to the stream for water. He could see that this woman had a strength that he admired.
Refreshing himself and his horse at the stream he returned to the campfire. Opening the saddlebag. He pulled a bag of beans, side of beef and a little coffee out. These he placed near the fire.
Moving to the other saddle bag, he pulled out his farrowing tools.
Removing the saddle and tying out his horse. He went to work on her horse's bad shoe. She moved quickly around the fire preparing the food he had offered. There is something about a woman's touch that can transform food into a wonderful meal.
He watched her as he worked the shoe back onto the hoof. Her silhouette was that of a angel. Moving quietly around the fire. He could see the shape of her breast and outline of her hips. He enjoyed the view that she was allowing him to have. It was part of her gift to him for helping the horse back to health for the journey still ahead of her.
The clothes had dried but she was comfortable with him and was not in a hurry to redress. Walking over to where he was finishing the shoe. She touched the horse and talked to him in a low voice.
She said,"Mister, what brings you out on this dusty trail?"
That was when he told her about the ranch and how it was about to be foreclosed on by the bank. He had a wanted poster with him. Showing it he said, "The reward for this man will pay off all my debt to the bank and allow me to start over free and clear."
She looked at the wanted poster. The picture cause her to gasp. It was the same man that had killed those she loved and had shot her as well. The image was burned into her mind. She had no doubt that they were one in the same.
She said, "The man you are after is one evil man. He is the one that shot and killed my husband and daughter. Shot me also, as she touched the scare on her shoulder. Thought he had killed me too, and left me for dead."
He could see the anger in her face as she spoke. She turned, walking back to the fire. The food smelling so good after the long day. She suddenly felt so lonely.
He put away his tools and went to the stream to wash his hands. She followed as he bent down to clean himself.Moving to his side she reached down to loosen the buttons of his shirt. Removing it revealed a strong man with broad shoulders. Lifting up on the balls of her feet she reached around his neck searching for a kiss.
The warmth of his body touching her gave her something that she had been missing. He pulled off his boots and pants. The soothing feeling of he mud on his feet. Made the touch of her hands feel so good.
She held his hands and backed into the water. Pulling him along with her , the water lifted their weight. Letting them float without effort.
She held him close and wrapped her legs around him. He could feel the touch of softness that is that of a woman. He kissed her gently probing with his tongue. The taste was sweet as she held him close. She lifted up offering one breast and then the other. He pulled each into a rose blush that seemed to reach out to him for more attention.
He gathered himself to his feet and carried her back o the campfire. The evening was near and the air beginning to chill. Laying out his blanket near the fire. He lay her to catch warmth from it.
He was taking the time to explore her body. Her stomach was soft and warm. The navel moved as she breathed, which was getting faster as the tension grew. That was when he came to the scare on her shoulder. He touched it with soft hands. It was still tender and he kissed it gently. Knowing that it was a link to her past. Just touching it brought back memories that were good and bad.
The good times were the time that her husband and daughter had together. The bad times were the pain and torture of being torn away from all that she loved. She pulled him up to her face and said.
"Please help me to get away from the pain I am living with. If for only a few minutes."
He held tight , kissed and they found comfort in the contact with each other for the night.
The new light of day found the two still in a tight embrace. She did not want to let go of the strength she had found. He did not want to let go of a woman that he had been looking for all his life. One that was strong and able to be a gentle woman with a man she loved.
He knew that she was on a one track mission to bring justice or death to the one who had caused so much pain to herself and those she loved. His journey was only finical.Looking for the wealth to save the ranch and all that he held dear.
It seemed natural that they would join together to catch and subdue this evil man running loose. The law could not touch him but these two bounty hunter could do that and more....
Her horse still had a tender foot and could not take a rider. He offered her the seat behind him. Which she gladly took.
She was riding with her arms around his hips. The movement of the horse was like that of doing a slow dance together. he horse and rider moved as one. Leading the mount that was recovering from the shoe injury. Another day and the hoof would be healed and she could retake her mount.
They followed the trail along a path that was leading to a new town. The town had only been a stage coach stop a few years earlier. Now it was alive with new people looking for gold and new wealth.
As they came to the crest of the hill. Before them lay the town. The bank near the middle and they could see a lone rider not far ahead of them making his way into own. He was a man wearing a wide brim hat pulled low over his face.
When she saw the rider the hair on her neck stood upright. She knew in her soul that it was the same man she had encountered less than a year before at her ranch. The pit of her stomach dropped. The anger rose as she wanted to find her justice.
They were coming along behind him. Not noticed by the dark man on the horse. He pulled up to a stop at the bank. Tied his horse to the rail and walked inside.
There were only a few people in the bank. It was the middle of the day and most were out doing the necessary things of life. He walked up to the bank teller. Drew his revolver, pointing it to the head of the lady working the counter. He asked for all the money. She froze in fear. Looking down the barrel of the gun. She could see the cold eyes of a man who knew no mercy.
She came to life when he pulled the hammer back to full cock. Holding his finger on the trigger she knew that death was only a finger pull away.
Gathering up the cash she had and pushing it across the counter. He took it with a sneer. He had no regard for the life of this woman.
That was when the two reached the bank steps. She had her rifle he had his revolver. She was not to be restrained. Boldly walking through the wooden and glass doors into the bank. She had her weapon cocked and ready. As she walked into the bank the evil man turned. She shot without hesitation. Hitting him in the shoulder of his gun hand. He dropped onto the floor, his weapon sliding across the hard wood floor. He looked up into the eyes of the one who had shot him.
Something about her face registered with him. In a instant of memory he recalled killing this woman and her family not more than a year before. He thought her already dead.
Looking up he said, "I thought you were dead. I know that I killed you and your family. Thought you were no longer a threat to me."
She said, "I came back from death to see you in your grave."
With that she shot him once in the heart and once in the head. Her mission now finished. Justice had been swift and sure.
Her new partner stood behind her letting her release the anger she had carried all this time.
They gathered up the body and tied it to his horse for the journey back to collect the bounty that was offered for his dead body.
The reward paid off his debt with money to bring her ranch back to life. From the ashes of destruction new life was found as the two remained joined together the remainder of their life. The two ranches merged as had the two, looking for strength from the other. Her ranch had fresh spring water. His had wide open grazing in the mountains. It was a match that brought the two into one.
Joe
That was where he was mistaken. There was a bounty hunter on his trail. This person was the survivor of the outlaw. Her home was attacked and were shown no mercy. He had killed her husband and young daughter. She had been shot and left for dead. Her body fought death and she found herself alive and her family dead laying around her.
The first person to find the slain family was a man she had known almost all her life. He was the sheriff in town and had always been kind to her and the family.
He found life still in her body. Cutting away the shirt he could see where the bullet had torn through her shoulder. It was a clean wound but she had lost a lot of blood. He had a medical kit in his saddle bag.
Cleaning the wound he dressed it to keep out infection. Using a few stitches to close the opening. He knew that she would always carry the mark on her shoulder. All this time she was unconscious. That was the only good thing because she would have been in great pain if she were awake.
The blood had soaked all of her clothes. He drew a bucket of water from the well. Heated it on the cook stove and started washing her clean.
She was looking more alive after her bath. He wrapped her in a blanket and placed her into the carriage. The two horses pulled it easily back to town. Where she could get the attention to help her recover from her ordeal. He sent a few men back to bury her family. That was all that anyone could do for them. They were in God's hands As for the man that had done the killing. He would find justice on this earth.
Six months later...............
Her strength had pulled her through and gave her a resolve to find those responsible and give them justice. The man whose trail she was following had gotten careless. The last bank he had robbed gave a description and placed a $10,000 reward for him dead or alive.
That kind of reward attracts lots of attention. The attention of a rancher who was struggling to survive a long dry summer. His herd was starving from no grass to graze. The bank was calling for his ranch to satisfy the money owed for his mortgage. He was this as a desperate way to save all that he owned.
The horse she was riding threw a shoe. She was alone on the trail. Checking his front hoof she saw the damage made when the iron shoe pulled free. The horse could not go further.
Night was close so she stopped for the night. Pulled the saddle off she tied the horse to a tree and set about finding wood for a fire. Setting the camp fire and lighting it gave a warmth that made her comfortable.
She could hear a small stream nearby. Knowing that her horse needed water she used a canvas bag to bring water to him and for cooking.
The water looked cool and refreshing after the long day on the trail. She unfastened her shirt and pulled off her boots and pants. The clothes were tho clothes of her husband. She wore them to feel close to him. Even though he was gone.
She was still an attractive woman. The frontier was hard on women. Making them old before their time. Her hair was pulled up and tucked under her hat. She removed the hat and shook her hair free. She had long brown hair that came down to her shoulders. Both breast were full and round. The left shoulder was where she had been shot. The wound had healed but the hole it left could still be seen. Her skin was pale when compared to her arms and hands. The shape of her hips flowing down toward her legs gave the message that she was still a attractive woman.
She walked into the water feeling the mud of the bank soothing to her feet. The water was cool and refreshing as it took away the dirt and sweat of the day. Using a little soap she dipped her head into the water and washed the hair clean.
She laid back onto the water. Floating weightless. It was little pleasures like this that kept her sane.
Looking Up into the sky the clouds seemed to form shapes. She could pick out a house with mountains all around it. That brought back memories of how her husband would pick her up and carry her in his arms. He was so strong that she felt as a butterfly floating on the wind when around him.
The memory of a sweet kiss from him brought a smile to her lips. His fragrance, she remembered the way he smelled at the end of the day. His sweat of laboring on the ranch was a special perfume to her nose.
The sheriff in town was a man she had known growing up. He always had a attraction to her but never got up the courage to act on his feelings. The choice between the man she choose as a husband and the sheriff was easy in her mind.
Her husband was love at first sight. His touch and kiss were powerful and made her weak in the knees. His firm soft hands could send her into a wild ride. Like floating down a mountain stream. Seeming to fall through the air with his touch. Using his hands to explore her most intimate parts was what she needed the most. He was her best friend. Being separate from his was hard on her.
Feeling refreshed she came to the bank of the stream and washed the pants and shirt. Wringing the water from them she carried them back to near the camp fire to dry.
She was giving water to her horse when she heard the sound of someone traveling up the path. Moving to the saddle she pulled the rifle free from the scabbard. Stepping to the edge of the clearing to be out of sight. She waited for whoever it was to come into view.
He was coming along the path and looking for a place to set camp for the night. The water flowing in the stream caught his ear. Knowing his horse needed a drink he pulled off the path toward the sound of water. As he came round the curve he saw the camp fire burning and the horse standing and holding it's front hoof off the ground.
Pulling the mount to a stop. He looked over toward the tree at the edge of the clearing. That was when he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was standing and pointing the rifle straight at him. The sound of silence was broken by a metallic click as she pulled the hammer back to full cock. That sound caused him to freeze.
She called to him "Mister if you know what is best. You will just move along."
He said, "I mean no harm. The trail as been long and dusty. My horse is in need of water and so am I. I can see that your horse has lost a shoe. If you will allow me I will share my food with you and may be able o help your horse."
She knew that her horse could not go further without attention to his shoe. She had always been a good judge of men. Something about this man made her feel at ease. The way he spoke and sat on his horse made his presence comforting. That first impression made her next words even surprise herself.
She said, "Mister my horse is in a bad way and the truth is my supplies ran out yesterday. If you would help me and my horse I would be grateful to share my fire with you."
He watched her eyes go from fear to trust as she spoke to him.
"Miss you have nothing to fear from me. I will do you no harm. The trail does not offer many comforts but if you are willing to share your fire I will do all I can to help you."
She responded by lowering the rifle and relieving the hammer from full cock to safety.
She said "I have washed the only clothes that I have. While they dry I will hope you are not offended by my naked body."
He dismounted his horse. Walking past where she was standing. Leading the horse to the stream for water. He could see that this woman had a strength that he admired.
Refreshing himself and his horse at the stream he returned to the campfire. Opening the saddlebag. He pulled a bag of beans, side of beef and a little coffee out. These he placed near the fire.
Moving to the other saddle bag, he pulled out his farrowing tools.
Removing the saddle and tying out his horse. He went to work on her horse's bad shoe. She moved quickly around the fire preparing the food he had offered. There is something about a woman's touch that can transform food into a wonderful meal.
He watched her as he worked the shoe back onto the hoof. Her silhouette was that of a angel. Moving quietly around the fire. He could see the shape of her breast and outline of her hips. He enjoyed the view that she was allowing him to have. It was part of her gift to him for helping the horse back to health for the journey still ahead of her.
The clothes had dried but she was comfortable with him and was not in a hurry to redress. Walking over to where he was finishing the shoe. She touched the horse and talked to him in a low voice.
She said,"Mister, what brings you out on this dusty trail?"
That was when he told her about the ranch and how it was about to be foreclosed on by the bank. He had a wanted poster with him. Showing it he said, "The reward for this man will pay off all my debt to the bank and allow me to start over free and clear."
She looked at the wanted poster. The picture cause her to gasp. It was the same man that had killed those she loved and had shot her as well. The image was burned into her mind. She had no doubt that they were one in the same.
She said, "The man you are after is one evil man. He is the one that shot and killed my husband and daughter. Shot me also, as she touched the scare on her shoulder. Thought he had killed me too, and left me for dead."
He could see the anger in her face as she spoke. She turned, walking back to the fire. The food smelling so good after the long day. She suddenly felt so lonely.
He put away his tools and went to the stream to wash his hands. She followed as he bent down to clean himself.Moving to his side she reached down to loosen the buttons of his shirt. Removing it revealed a strong man with broad shoulders. Lifting up on the balls of her feet she reached around his neck searching for a kiss.
The warmth of his body touching her gave her something that she had been missing. He pulled off his boots and pants. The soothing feeling of he mud on his feet. Made the touch of her hands feel so good.
She held his hands and backed into the water. Pulling him along with her , the water lifted their weight. Letting them float without effort.
She held him close and wrapped her legs around him. He could feel the touch of softness that is that of a woman. He kissed her gently probing with his tongue. The taste was sweet as she held him close. She lifted up offering one breast and then the other. He pulled each into a rose blush that seemed to reach out to him for more attention.
He gathered himself to his feet and carried her back o the campfire. The evening was near and the air beginning to chill. Laying out his blanket near the fire. He lay her to catch warmth from it.
He was taking the time to explore her body. Her stomach was soft and warm. The navel moved as she breathed, which was getting faster as the tension grew. That was when he came to the scare on her shoulder. He touched it with soft hands. It was still tender and he kissed it gently. Knowing that it was a link to her past. Just touching it brought back memories that were good and bad.
The good times were the time that her husband and daughter had together. The bad times were the pain and torture of being torn away from all that she loved. She pulled him up to her face and said.
"Please help me to get away from the pain I am living with. If for only a few minutes."
He held tight , kissed and they found comfort in the contact with each other for the night.
The new light of day found the two still in a tight embrace. She did not want to let go of the strength she had found. He did not want to let go of a woman that he had been looking for all his life. One that was strong and able to be a gentle woman with a man she loved.
He knew that she was on a one track mission to bring justice or death to the one who had caused so much pain to herself and those she loved. His journey was only finical.Looking for the wealth to save the ranch and all that he held dear.
It seemed natural that they would join together to catch and subdue this evil man running loose. The law could not touch him but these two bounty hunter could do that and more....
Her horse still had a tender foot and could not take a rider. He offered her the seat behind him. Which she gladly took.
She was riding with her arms around his hips. The movement of the horse was like that of doing a slow dance together. he horse and rider moved as one. Leading the mount that was recovering from the shoe injury. Another day and the hoof would be healed and she could retake her mount.
They followed the trail along a path that was leading to a new town. The town had only been a stage coach stop a few years earlier. Now it was alive with new people looking for gold and new wealth.
As they came to the crest of the hill. Before them lay the town. The bank near the middle and they could see a lone rider not far ahead of them making his way into own. He was a man wearing a wide brim hat pulled low over his face.
When she saw the rider the hair on her neck stood upright. She knew in her soul that it was the same man she had encountered less than a year before at her ranch. The pit of her stomach dropped. The anger rose as she wanted to find her justice.
They were coming along behind him. Not noticed by the dark man on the horse. He pulled up to a stop at the bank. Tied his horse to the rail and walked inside.
There were only a few people in the bank. It was the middle of the day and most were out doing the necessary things of life. He walked up to the bank teller. Drew his revolver, pointing it to the head of the lady working the counter. He asked for all the money. She froze in fear. Looking down the barrel of the gun. She could see the cold eyes of a man who knew no mercy.
She came to life when he pulled the hammer back to full cock. Holding his finger on the trigger she knew that death was only a finger pull away.
Gathering up the cash she had and pushing it across the counter. He took it with a sneer. He had no regard for the life of this woman.
That was when the two reached the bank steps. She had her rifle he had his revolver. She was not to be restrained. Boldly walking through the wooden and glass doors into the bank. She had her weapon cocked and ready. As she walked into the bank the evil man turned. She shot without hesitation. Hitting him in the shoulder of his gun hand. He dropped onto the floor, his weapon sliding across the hard wood floor. He looked up into the eyes of the one who had shot him.
Something about her face registered with him. In a instant of memory he recalled killing this woman and her family not more than a year before. He thought her already dead.
Looking up he said, "I thought you were dead. I know that I killed you and your family. Thought you were no longer a threat to me."
She said, "I came back from death to see you in your grave."
With that she shot him once in the heart and once in the head. Her mission now finished. Justice had been swift and sure.
Her new partner stood behind her letting her release the anger she had carried all this time.
They gathered up the body and tied it to his horse for the journey back to collect the bounty that was offered for his dead body.
The reward paid off his debt with money to bring her ranch back to life. From the ashes of destruction new life was found as the two remained joined together the remainder of their life. The two ranches merged as had the two, looking for strength from the other. Her ranch had fresh spring water. His had wide open grazing in the mountains. It was a match that brought the two into one.
Joe
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Spring day
The spring day was warm. A welcome change of the season could be felt. The first hint that the winter's grip was starting to be broken. Standing on the front porch she could see some thing off in the distance. Across the valley The sound of the train making a trip along the track echoed. The sound was failure because it was normal this time of the morning. Looking back to the shape that was there before. This time it was gone. Dismissing it she started down the path to the barn. It was time to feed the cows pigs and chickens.
The barn was built with a livestock area on the ground and a hay loft above. When she got to the barn the animals were all waiting. Throwing corn to the chickens and watering the pigs and cows did not take long. Going up into the hay loft. She burst open a bale of hay and threw it down for the cows.
Standing in the door of the hay loft she could feel the warm breeze blowing. Feeling a little tired she sat on a hay bale, leaned back and was soon fast asleep.
She was dreaming about someone she had recently met. His hands were warm and strong. The taste of his kiss was on her mind when suddenly something touched her arm. Opening her eyes she saw that it was him.
He said, 'I hated to wake you because you looked like you were having a good dream."
She said, "I was dreaming about you and when I opened my eyes, you were here."
He sat beside her and they talked for a few minutes about the weather and how she was doing.
She said," You know what I would like is for you to hold me. I feel so safe when you are close to me."
That was when he leaned over and held her in his arms. She felt so light as he pulled her close and their lips touched. There was a tingling feeling that seemed to flow through them. Pulling her to her feet he loosened the buttons of her blue cotton dress.She stood up on tip toes as she kissed him letting the dress slide down to her feet. He was taken by her beauty. The dress was the only clothing she was wearing.
Her breast were full and firm with a pink color. He could see her little triangle tuff of red hair down below her navel.
He smiled and said, " I think you are the most beautiful woman I have seen.
She was surprised at his comment./ He did not seem to notice the leg brace she had to wear or the stomach she thought was too big or the wrinkles in her skin. He was looking beyond those and could see who she was inside.
She said, "I haven't herd those words in a very long time."
With that she reached for the belt buckle and loosened it along with the button to his pants. Letting them fall to lay beside her dress. Both on longer needed because there was nothing to hide between these two. He pulled off his shirt and lay it on a hay bale and sat on it. She sat on the hay in front of him and leaned back against his chest. He reached around to hold her close.
Touching her breast and kissing the back of her neck lightly caressing her nipples. That sent a tingle down to her feet.
Moving to the side he let her lay back where she closed her eyes. Thinking only of his touch. Reaching out she ran her fingernails along his back. He turned his attention to her stomach. Giving kisses he used his hand to reach up and touch her breast while the other went down to her thigh. The brae was holding her leg straight. Holding he he moved so that he was below and held her foot between his thigh. She could feel the warmth of his manhood on her foot. He was pulling and pushing the muscles of her leg, Pushing firmly but not too hard. The tension seemed to drain from her body. No one had ever touched her like this before. He was low and could see her vulva. It was beginning to open like a spring flower. Stretching up he used his tongue to touch it. He was a little surprised. Not that it did not feel good but that the other men she had known would only climb on and satisfy them self. Hardly giving a thought to what she needed.
He used both hands to reach under her butt. Lifting to expose her vulva to his tongue. Using a finger to reach inside while using his lips to kiss her lips. The feeling was intense as she rocked to him in rhythm. He reached in and to the front to touch that little G spot. That was when she had eyes closed but was still seeing flashes of light. The feeling of cresting a roller coaster hill came. There was no turning back or stopping. The feeling of falling through space came and then she started laughing. Not a funny laugh but that of a relaxed release of emotion that had been pent up for way too long.
She lay unable to move for a few seconds. Letting the world stop spinning for a second.
She said, "What did you do to me? No one has ever touched me like you just did."
She pulled him up and kissed him letting her tongue explore. H tasted her tongue and she pulled him into her mouth. She reached down to his penis. Placing it at the door way to her woman Hood. Keeping his tongue she pulled his butt toward her. Feeling the warmth now inside her. Rolling him over to be on top she moved in rhythm. Like a slow dance. Offering her breast to him one at a time. He pulled in the nipple letting it relax and pulling again. She reached down with her hand, taking his butt pulling. He place his hands on her butt. hand on each cheek. She started to get that feeling of being on a mountain top when cresting the hill and rolling down. Both pulled hard into each other when the moment that both were holding tight but still the feeling of falling. She could feel the release from him down deep in her loins.
Closing hr eyes she drifted off to sleep exhausted. When she awoke there was no one to be seen. Did I dream that or was he with me?
She was naked but felt comfortable. Throwing the dress over her shoulder she went and checked the animals. They looked up but hardly gave a second glance. She was naked as were the animals. They were were comfortable in their natural skin and so was she.
Walking through the woods down the path. She saw a friend she knew.
He said,"My you look lovely today. What is the occasion"?
She said," I just had a dream about you. Let me tell you about it."
Joe
The barn was built with a livestock area on the ground and a hay loft above. When she got to the barn the animals were all waiting. Throwing corn to the chickens and watering the pigs and cows did not take long. Going up into the hay loft. She burst open a bale of hay and threw it down for the cows.
Standing in the door of the hay loft she could feel the warm breeze blowing. Feeling a little tired she sat on a hay bale, leaned back and was soon fast asleep.
She was dreaming about someone she had recently met. His hands were warm and strong. The taste of his kiss was on her mind when suddenly something touched her arm. Opening her eyes she saw that it was him.
He said, 'I hated to wake you because you looked like you were having a good dream."
She said, "I was dreaming about you and when I opened my eyes, you were here."
He sat beside her and they talked for a few minutes about the weather and how she was doing.
She said," You know what I would like is for you to hold me. I feel so safe when you are close to me."
That was when he leaned over and held her in his arms. She felt so light as he pulled her close and their lips touched. There was a tingling feeling that seemed to flow through them. Pulling her to her feet he loosened the buttons of her blue cotton dress.She stood up on tip toes as she kissed him letting the dress slide down to her feet. He was taken by her beauty. The dress was the only clothing she was wearing.
Her breast were full and firm with a pink color. He could see her little triangle tuff of red hair down below her navel.
He smiled and said, " I think you are the most beautiful woman I have seen.
She was surprised at his comment./ He did not seem to notice the leg brace she had to wear or the stomach she thought was too big or the wrinkles in her skin. He was looking beyond those and could see who she was inside.
She said, "I haven't herd those words in a very long time."
With that she reached for the belt buckle and loosened it along with the button to his pants. Letting them fall to lay beside her dress. Both on longer needed because there was nothing to hide between these two. He pulled off his shirt and lay it on a hay bale and sat on it. She sat on the hay in front of him and leaned back against his chest. He reached around to hold her close.
Touching her breast and kissing the back of her neck lightly caressing her nipples. That sent a tingle down to her feet.
Moving to the side he let her lay back where she closed her eyes. Thinking only of his touch. Reaching out she ran her fingernails along his back. He turned his attention to her stomach. Giving kisses he used his hand to reach up and touch her breast while the other went down to her thigh. The brae was holding her leg straight. Holding he he moved so that he was below and held her foot between his thigh. She could feel the warmth of his manhood on her foot. He was pulling and pushing the muscles of her leg, Pushing firmly but not too hard. The tension seemed to drain from her body. No one had ever touched her like this before. He was low and could see her vulva. It was beginning to open like a spring flower. Stretching up he used his tongue to touch it. He was a little surprised. Not that it did not feel good but that the other men she had known would only climb on and satisfy them self. Hardly giving a thought to what she needed.
He used both hands to reach under her butt. Lifting to expose her vulva to his tongue. Using a finger to reach inside while using his lips to kiss her lips. The feeling was intense as she rocked to him in rhythm. He reached in and to the front to touch that little G spot. That was when she had eyes closed but was still seeing flashes of light. The feeling of cresting a roller coaster hill came. There was no turning back or stopping. The feeling of falling through space came and then she started laughing. Not a funny laugh but that of a relaxed release of emotion that had been pent up for way too long.
She lay unable to move for a few seconds. Letting the world stop spinning for a second.
She said, "What did you do to me? No one has ever touched me like you just did."
She pulled him up and kissed him letting her tongue explore. H tasted her tongue and she pulled him into her mouth. She reached down to his penis. Placing it at the door way to her woman Hood. Keeping his tongue she pulled his butt toward her. Feeling the warmth now inside her. Rolling him over to be on top she moved in rhythm. Like a slow dance. Offering her breast to him one at a time. He pulled in the nipple letting it relax and pulling again. She reached down with her hand, taking his butt pulling. He place his hands on her butt. hand on each cheek. She started to get that feeling of being on a mountain top when cresting the hill and rolling down. Both pulled hard into each other when the moment that both were holding tight but still the feeling of falling. She could feel the release from him down deep in her loins.
Closing hr eyes she drifted off to sleep exhausted. When she awoke there was no one to be seen. Did I dream that or was he with me?
She was naked but felt comfortable. Throwing the dress over her shoulder she went and checked the animals. They looked up but hardly gave a second glance. She was naked as were the animals. They were were comfortable in their natural skin and so was she.
Walking through the woods down the path. She saw a friend she knew.
He said,"My you look lovely today. What is the occasion"?
She said," I just had a dream about you. Let me tell you about it."
Joe
Dark Mysterious Woman
She wore a black dress that fit close to her body. It was like a second skin, clinging tightly. She had a deep plunging neck line that came down the front only stopping near the navel. It's length came to mid thigh. Opening like a flower in bloom to encompass her delightful body.
Walking she had a natural swing of he hips. She rocked the dress from side to side. Her breast were full and all natural. They were round with a up turn at the nipple. The dress was sheer, not hiding her figure but enhancing it.
She was standing on the boardwalk high above the sand of the beach. The dark ocean was a sharp contrast to the thousands of lights and neon of the hotels, shops and bars of the businesses trying to entice customers into their shops.
Looking out into the darkness of the ocean was like the light was being consumed. Nothing could bee seen. Only the sound of waves breaking on the beach sand.
The man was seated on a bench looking out to the sights and sounds around him. She walked past with easy steps. She carried her shoes walking barefoot. She had gone a few steps beyond him when she turned and came back to him.
Without saying a word she reached out to him with her left hand. He returned the touch. Feeling a tingle of electricity flowing through from her and into him.
She pulled lightly and he rose to his feet. Not speaking he took her into his arms. Both moving in a slow dance. She resting her head on his shoulder. He breathing in the fragrance of her body.
He could lift her with ease. She was so light, both moving to the music floating over the water from one of the dance halls on shore. She brought her face to his. Pulling close gently seeking a kiss.
Their lips met lightly. She probed with her tongue. He could taste the sweet intoxicating liquor that was her. Not alcohol, but that sweet essence that is natural to women. It is one of those things that men love but women don''t realise they have.
The two are the only people on the boardwalk. The privacy is like that of being on a deserted island.
The two walk toward the end of the boardwalk of the pier. Out over the water the moon is starting to rise. He stops, letting her walk ahead. The vision of her silhouette with the rising moon was something like a dream.
There are stories of strange things happening at midnight with a rising moon. This may be one of them.
As he watched she went over the railing. Hearing a splash from the water below. Running to the spot she had been standing. Looking down he saw a creature he had only known from children's stories.
There was a mermaid looking back up at him. He could see long hair and the shape of the breast let him know that it was the same woman he had been walking with. No words were spoken but he knew she was back where she belonged.
On the dark of the night with a rising moon. When you see a dark mysterious woman. Look closely, she may be more than meets the eye.
Joe
Walking she had a natural swing of he hips. She rocked the dress from side to side. Her breast were full and all natural. They were round with a up turn at the nipple. The dress was sheer, not hiding her figure but enhancing it.
She was standing on the boardwalk high above the sand of the beach. The dark ocean was a sharp contrast to the thousands of lights and neon of the hotels, shops and bars of the businesses trying to entice customers into their shops.
Looking out into the darkness of the ocean was like the light was being consumed. Nothing could bee seen. Only the sound of waves breaking on the beach sand.
The man was seated on a bench looking out to the sights and sounds around him. She walked past with easy steps. She carried her shoes walking barefoot. She had gone a few steps beyond him when she turned and came back to him.
Without saying a word she reached out to him with her left hand. He returned the touch. Feeling a tingle of electricity flowing through from her and into him.
She pulled lightly and he rose to his feet. Not speaking he took her into his arms. Both moving in a slow dance. She resting her head on his shoulder. He breathing in the fragrance of her body.
He could lift her with ease. She was so light, both moving to the music floating over the water from one of the dance halls on shore. She brought her face to his. Pulling close gently seeking a kiss.
Their lips met lightly. She probed with her tongue. He could taste the sweet intoxicating liquor that was her. Not alcohol, but that sweet essence that is natural to women. It is one of those things that men love but women don''t realise they have.
The two are the only people on the boardwalk. The privacy is like that of being on a deserted island.
The two walk toward the end of the boardwalk of the pier. Out over the water the moon is starting to rise. He stops, letting her walk ahead. The vision of her silhouette with the rising moon was something like a dream.
There are stories of strange things happening at midnight with a rising moon. This may be one of them.
As he watched she went over the railing. Hearing a splash from the water below. Running to the spot she had been standing. Looking down he saw a creature he had only known from children's stories.
There was a mermaid looking back up at him. He could see long hair and the shape of the breast let him know that it was the same woman he had been walking with. No words were spoken but he knew she was back where she belonged.
On the dark of the night with a rising moon. When you see a dark mysterious woman. Look closely, she may be more than meets the eye.
Joe
Reclaming what was lost
The fog on the mountain gave a feeling of being some where lost in time. Birds were calling their songs. Calling the day to a end.
He was walking through the forest path where the branches made a covered arch. It let little light through even when the sun was high in the sky.
The walk had been long and the path littered with sticks stones and roots.
He was wearing the clothing of his people. A long flowing cape over a kilt kept him warm. The long broad sword kept him safe from danger that came his way.
He was a man on a mission to reclaim what had been taken from him. A fortnight before bandits had came to his home, while he was away. His home plundered, livestock killed or driven away. His wife had not the strength to resit. She too was stolen.
The darkness was closing in but he did not slow his pace. The walk was long but he could feel that his prize was near. Moving quietly being one with the shadows. He was prowling much as a cat on a hunt in the darkness.
At first he was not sure what he was seeing. The faint glow from a camp fire was coming into view.
The encampment opened into view. There were three men laying near the fire. The meal was finished. They were passing a jug of spirits around.
He crouched in the shadows watching. Looking closer he saw her. His wife was bound hand and foot back away from the warmth of the fire.
Waiting to let the spirits of the jug do it's work. The men slowly got quiet until they were all asleep.
Moving in to where his wife lay. She looked up at him. The relief that he was there was in her eyes. Holding a finger to his lips to ask her to be quiet.
Pulling a small knife from his belt. He cut her bonds setting her free. Lifting her to her feet. That was when one of the men awoke, yelling. He rousted the others to their feet.
He stepped back pulling his cape loose. Tossing it aside, pulling free the broad sword. It had belonged to his father before him.
The faint light from the fire glinted from the polished blade. It had the effect of being lightening extending from his hands.
He was skilled with the sword. It was a part of him. It seemed that he only had a thought and the tool responded.
The first bandit rushed toward him, reaching for him with a knife. Using the sword to push the knife away and perse his heart all in one motion.
The second approached swinging a ax around his head. Thinking he had a opening. Bringing the ax down with a mighty blow. The did not find its mark. His cat like movement to the side kept him safe while returning a upward blow to separate the head from shoulders.
The third bandit saw what had taken place in the time of a few seconds. He turned and ran away into the night.
Putting away his sword he turned his attention to his wife.
Looking closely he could see that her face was bruised and swollen. Both eyes were red from crying. She had been beaten by the men and treated as a pack animal.
She was a strong woman with long blond hair coming almost to her waist.The blouse she wore had been torn from the encounter with the men.
Taking her by the hand and leading back down the path he had been following. They traveled a distance when a path leading off to the side came into view. Following it they came to a small cottage. It was empty but was inviting after the long day.
Opening the door the inside was bare and only furnished with a table fireplace and a rope bed. The bed was made with a single long rope woven to form a net to hold the bedding for sleeping.
Moving to the fire place to light a fire for both light and warmth. The inside of the house came alive. The fire brought a comforting feeling to the place.
Bringing in a bucket of water from the well outside. He sat it on a hook and let it swing over the fire to warm.
Standing his wife before the fire. He loosened her blouse setting free her breast. They were dirty from the days of no bathing and were bruised from the treatment she had received from the men. Opening her kilt revealed a beautifully shaped hips with a small triangle of blond hair that protected and framed her womanhood.
The way he treated her was that of a lover restoring the woman to her rightful place of queen of the house.
Warming the water he washed her from head to toe. Everything he cleaned with respect and reverence. He washed her hair removing the dirt and tangles from it. He washed the dirt from her making her whole again to the woman she had been before being taken and assaulted by those evil men.
That was when it was her turn to cleanse her husband. Removing his blouse and kilt to clean him of all the sweat and grime making him look so much older that he was. She could see the sweat and grime washing away to reveal the man she had come to respect and admire. Moving lower to wash all of him. She Took his penis and scrubbed it clean inside and out. He was a whole man, not circumcised.
He held her close breathing in her hair making her scent a part of him. Raising her face to meet his. She kissed him reaching around his neck to pull closer. Opening her mouth to accept his tongue allowed her to come closer to him. He reached around her waist to hold her butt with his and pulled closer with his left.
The both were seeking to embrace each other. Lifting her up in his hands he sat her on the table. Kissing her lips and moving to her breast each in turn. Pulling each in and releasing each rising in color and blushing with attention. Laying her back on the table he gave his attention to what he had been saving til last.
Using his middle finger to reach inside to locate that little bud that is the center of a woman. He used his tongue to taste and awaken the woman that had been sleeping inside for so long.
She arched her back lifting her vagina to meet the advances he was giving. The center of a woman is alive with smell, taste and excitement. Using a come hither movement to lift her and reaching inside with his tongue. She was lifting up from the table. Seeming to float on the passion he was stirring up inside her.
She was riding on a wave of emotion. Staying on the crest like a boat riding the wave into the beach. He lifted up holding her in his arms placing her onto the bed. Her state of being was that of almost falling off a cliff.
Laying her gently on the bed, he brought his penis to meet her wet vagina. The two were reaching for each other. She with anticipation. Wet and open, Him with hard anticipation reaching out to her. Standing with the sheath partly back exposing the tip. Moist with anticipation.
The entry was smooth and effortless. With one stroke he entered the home that she had prepared for him. The tip entered and the sheath opened the way. Letting the union to be complete.
Moving as in a slow dance he moved into her, she moved with him as he moved away. Holding and enjoying the touch, each giving to the other.
Rolling over to pull her on top, she moved up on his body taking him in deeper and offering her breast to him. He took each in turn. Tasting with his tongue pulling each into a red blush. The nipple reaching out to him. Each seeking the attention that can only come from a love.
Holding onto her hips thrusting. She riding each movement like a bucking horse. The feelings of being close to another person was intoxicating. She used the muscles of her loins to grip and pull him in with each movement.
As they both were rising to the crest of the wave of passion. He reached around her waist, lifting her up off the bed. Rolling her onto her back he drove deep. Letting the souls of the two merge as one. They both could sense the emotion of the other.
Both were entwined as one. He pulling her as close as possible, she eager to accept all that he had to give. Holding close the waves of romance enveloped both as they held each other close. Each feeling the beating heart of the other.
They came to rest,each content in the knowledge that for the moment they were safe in the arms of each other. Although trouble may be close by. No harm would come their way this day.
Joe
He was walking through the forest path where the branches made a covered arch. It let little light through even when the sun was high in the sky.
The walk had been long and the path littered with sticks stones and roots.
He was wearing the clothing of his people. A long flowing cape over a kilt kept him warm. The long broad sword kept him safe from danger that came his way.
He was a man on a mission to reclaim what had been taken from him. A fortnight before bandits had came to his home, while he was away. His home plundered, livestock killed or driven away. His wife had not the strength to resit. She too was stolen.
The darkness was closing in but he did not slow his pace. The walk was long but he could feel that his prize was near. Moving quietly being one with the shadows. He was prowling much as a cat on a hunt in the darkness.
At first he was not sure what he was seeing. The faint glow from a camp fire was coming into view.
The encampment opened into view. There were three men laying near the fire. The meal was finished. They were passing a jug of spirits around.
He crouched in the shadows watching. Looking closer he saw her. His wife was bound hand and foot back away from the warmth of the fire.
Waiting to let the spirits of the jug do it's work. The men slowly got quiet until they were all asleep.
Moving in to where his wife lay. She looked up at him. The relief that he was there was in her eyes. Holding a finger to his lips to ask her to be quiet.
Pulling a small knife from his belt. He cut her bonds setting her free. Lifting her to her feet. That was when one of the men awoke, yelling. He rousted the others to their feet.
He stepped back pulling his cape loose. Tossing it aside, pulling free the broad sword. It had belonged to his father before him.
The faint light from the fire glinted from the polished blade. It had the effect of being lightening extending from his hands.
He was skilled with the sword. It was a part of him. It seemed that he only had a thought and the tool responded.
The first bandit rushed toward him, reaching for him with a knife. Using the sword to push the knife away and perse his heart all in one motion.
The second approached swinging a ax around his head. Thinking he had a opening. Bringing the ax down with a mighty blow. The did not find its mark. His cat like movement to the side kept him safe while returning a upward blow to separate the head from shoulders.
The third bandit saw what had taken place in the time of a few seconds. He turned and ran away into the night.
Putting away his sword he turned his attention to his wife.
Looking closely he could see that her face was bruised and swollen. Both eyes were red from crying. She had been beaten by the men and treated as a pack animal.
She was a strong woman with long blond hair coming almost to her waist.The blouse she wore had been torn from the encounter with the men.
Taking her by the hand and leading back down the path he had been following. They traveled a distance when a path leading off to the side came into view. Following it they came to a small cottage. It was empty but was inviting after the long day.
Opening the door the inside was bare and only furnished with a table fireplace and a rope bed. The bed was made with a single long rope woven to form a net to hold the bedding for sleeping.
Moving to the fire place to light a fire for both light and warmth. The inside of the house came alive. The fire brought a comforting feeling to the place.
Bringing in a bucket of water from the well outside. He sat it on a hook and let it swing over the fire to warm.
Standing his wife before the fire. He loosened her blouse setting free her breast. They were dirty from the days of no bathing and were bruised from the treatment she had received from the men. Opening her kilt revealed a beautifully shaped hips with a small triangle of blond hair that protected and framed her womanhood.
The way he treated her was that of a lover restoring the woman to her rightful place of queen of the house.
Warming the water he washed her from head to toe. Everything he cleaned with respect and reverence. He washed her hair removing the dirt and tangles from it. He washed the dirt from her making her whole again to the woman she had been before being taken and assaulted by those evil men.
That was when it was her turn to cleanse her husband. Removing his blouse and kilt to clean him of all the sweat and grime making him look so much older that he was. She could see the sweat and grime washing away to reveal the man she had come to respect and admire. Moving lower to wash all of him. She Took his penis and scrubbed it clean inside and out. He was a whole man, not circumcised.
He held her close breathing in her hair making her scent a part of him. Raising her face to meet his. She kissed him reaching around his neck to pull closer. Opening her mouth to accept his tongue allowed her to come closer to him. He reached around her waist to hold her butt with his and pulled closer with his left.
The both were seeking to embrace each other. Lifting her up in his hands he sat her on the table. Kissing her lips and moving to her breast each in turn. Pulling each in and releasing each rising in color and blushing with attention. Laying her back on the table he gave his attention to what he had been saving til last.
Using his middle finger to reach inside to locate that little bud that is the center of a woman. He used his tongue to taste and awaken the woman that had been sleeping inside for so long.
She arched her back lifting her vagina to meet the advances he was giving. The center of a woman is alive with smell, taste and excitement. Using a come hither movement to lift her and reaching inside with his tongue. She was lifting up from the table. Seeming to float on the passion he was stirring up inside her.
She was riding on a wave of emotion. Staying on the crest like a boat riding the wave into the beach. He lifted up holding her in his arms placing her onto the bed. Her state of being was that of almost falling off a cliff.
Laying her gently on the bed, he brought his penis to meet her wet vagina. The two were reaching for each other. She with anticipation. Wet and open, Him with hard anticipation reaching out to her. Standing with the sheath partly back exposing the tip. Moist with anticipation.
The entry was smooth and effortless. With one stroke he entered the home that she had prepared for him. The tip entered and the sheath opened the way. Letting the union to be complete.
Moving as in a slow dance he moved into her, she moved with him as he moved away. Holding and enjoying the touch, each giving to the other.
Rolling over to pull her on top, she moved up on his body taking him in deeper and offering her breast to him. He took each in turn. Tasting with his tongue pulling each into a red blush. The nipple reaching out to him. Each seeking the attention that can only come from a love.
Holding onto her hips thrusting. She riding each movement like a bucking horse. The feelings of being close to another person was intoxicating. She used the muscles of her loins to grip and pull him in with each movement.
As they both were rising to the crest of the wave of passion. He reached around her waist, lifting her up off the bed. Rolling her onto her back he drove deep. Letting the souls of the two merge as one. They both could sense the emotion of the other.
Both were entwined as one. He pulling her as close as possible, she eager to accept all that he had to give. Holding close the waves of romance enveloped both as they held each other close. Each feeling the beating heart of the other.
They came to rest,each content in the knowledge that for the moment they were safe in the arms of each other. Although trouble may be close by. No harm would come their way this day.
Joe
The earth is my footstool
Waking from a deep sleep. The darkness was pitch black. Looking out the window there was not a moon or star to be seen.
Remembering the jar that was on the top shelf in the kitchen. She pulled the footstool to the cabinet and stood reaching high. Moving things around what she found what she was looking for. The glass globe shimmered from the little pieces of light flying around like fireflies.
Holding tight with both arms it lit a path for her to walk to the front lawn.Taking off the cap she reached in and pulling out as many as she could hold. Throwing them high they flew like doves taking flight. Going high into the night sky.
Moving up they began taking fighting away the darkness. She was using the earth as a footstool to reach up and touch the stars. Like a goddess standing up to defend the earth from from the darkness that had taken the stars from the sky.
Joe
Pure of Heart (Mother Nature)
The young woman was sleeping in the bed with four high post and drapes around all sides. It was like being in her own private place. In her dream she saw a prince riding a large white horse. Wearing a brightly polished coat of armor. Sitting easily upon a horse that was white as new snow.
He was carrying a shield and a long sword. It was a vision that made her feel safe and had no fear. She knew he was her protector and no harm would come to her from his hands.
She asked, "Who are you?"
He replied, "I am your protection against all that would harm you. Those of the dark night and the light of day. I have been with you all the days of your life. You have not seen me but I have kept you safe when the dark evil and the danger has been close."
That made her think back to something she had almost forgotten. The time hen she had been walking down a path through the forest.She had been stepping on the stones to cross the stream when there was a loud scream. It was distant and coming closer. The sound of the foot steps could be heard. That was when everything went silent. The path was the only way home and when she walked down it. There was a creature laying at the side of the path. It had sharp teeth and long claws on its' feet. It was a meat eater out looking for a meal. It was dead and had lost it's head.
She asked, "Was that you who protected me from the creature of the dark forest?"
He said, "Yes that was me. I slew the creature to prevent him from harming you. I was sent to protect you. You are pure of spirit, all about you is good."
The morning sun was starting to come through the window and then he was gone.
She looked out her window toward the forest. That was when she saw a white horse. It was as white as new snow.
Running out dressed as nature had created her. She approached him and he bowed down. It was a invitation for her to sit on his back. She pulled up onto his back, sitting high off the ground, she felt a bond with him. That was when he moved away. Taking her with him at a walk, Gallup then at a run. She could not believe it but he was rising from the earth. He was flying with his young master on his back.
Her long hair was streaming out behind as he moved across the sky. The warm air flowed around her making a connection with her body to the earth. The small hairs on her breathed in the fragrance of the flowers and the trees. Feeling bonded to the nature around her. The feeling of being in the sky was exhilarating. Looking off to the horizon she could see the heaven separate from the earth. She was as pure as the new snow.
Taking her to a place deep in the forest. She saw a house that was made of living plants with large leaves for a roof. Vines for walls. It was part of a mighty oak tree that looked to be as old as the forest its self.
The prince that she had seen in her dream was waiting for her. He helped her down from the back of the horse. She was light in his hands. Lowering her to the earth she remembered that she was wearing nothing to cover her body.
He looked into her eyes and said, "Do not be afraid. You are as nature made you. Every thing about you is good and your heart is pure."
With that she felt comfortable with him.
He said, "The forest needs you. We of the forest world have been waiting for you many years."
The small animals and birds gathered around them as he spoke.
"You are the one who can nurture the world of nature to good health. You envelope all that is good with the world. Your child like belief that lets us continue to live in a world surrounded by danger."
She looked all around seeing that everything here was good and a part of nature.
She said, "I would be honored to stay with you in the forest."
That was when the beautiful maiden became the *Mother Nature* That we all have heard about. She is one with the world of nature and all that lives with in us.
Joe
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