'Can I help you, miss?' the man asked. He was about twenty-five, or maybe even thirty. The large, Western-style hat he ware cast a large shadow that made it difficult to see the features of his face very clearly.
'Leave me alone;' Debbi said in reply. She tried to sound harsh. But the voice had the pleading tone of someone who has just realized that they are all alone.
'If you want me to, I can drive you to a town,' he offered.
'No. I've no use for cities,' Debbi said.
'Nor have I. But I have a small farm. Actually it's more of a ranch. About seventy miles from here,' he explained.
'Why would you do that? Do you think I'm a whore?' Debbi charged, remembering her treatment several miles down the road.
'Miss, I don't know what kind of people you've been with recently. But it's obvious they weren't very pleasant. Many people aren't. But don't make me out to be just another man. If I'd wanted to use you, I could have dragged you into the woods and had my way,' the man answered. Debbi saw that he was powerful enough to easily overcome her and make her submit to his will.
'All right, I'm sorry,' Debbi said.
'Okay. But I will force you to come to my farm and have a decent meal,' the man said, helping Debbi to her feet. He was very powerful, but very gentle with her.
'Are you sure you want to have me in the same house. I might be the servant of the devil. In fact, I have done many evil things. Many things that-I am ashamed of,' Debbi confessed. She had to at least prepare the man for the worst.
'The Lord holds the power of forgiveness. Not that I'm a religious man. I'm not about to judge you. Besides, I can use the company,' the man said. He turned and noticed she was sleeping comfortably in the seat beside him. He was about to confess his own loneliness and the lack of purpose to his life. But that could wait for later.
'We're here,' the man announced. His voice was enough to cause Debbi to stir.
'It's beautiful, and so big!' Debbi commented. Several horses were running around in a corral near the house.
'It's comfortable, though. But far too big for a man to live in alone,' he commented, leading her inside.
'Do you have a wife?' Debbi asked. A jealous
woman around would spoil everything.
'No, I had a funny idea about women when I was younger. I only wanted one thing from them. By the time I realized how a woman fills a man's life, and realized how empty my own was, all the marriageable girls in the area were spoken for,' the man replied.
'My name is Debbi Blackwell,' Debbi said formally. She didn't wish to remain, strangers with this man any longer.
'And I'm John Huskell,' the man said. With his hat off he looked handsome. A full head of long hair and a thick mustache made him look sexy to her. But the feature of his face that attracted her most was his deep and sensitive blue eyes.
'Let me help you with that meal,' Debbi ordered. She hadn't cooked for herself since her days with Cindy. But her mother had made her very competent in the art of preparing a meal.
'It's been a very long time since I've eaten with a woman,' John commented.
'That could be taken two ways,' Debbi giggled. John smiled shyly, and even blushed slightly. 'Is there a town close by where r can get some clothes?'
'Yes. Stockton is only ten miles away, down route forty-three. I'll give you some money,' John said, fumbling with his wallet.
'No. I've got my own money,' Debbi snapped. John looked offended, so she added: 'I can't be taking money from you when I have my own.'
'All right. But let me drive you there,' John requested. Debbi smiled her approval. They both seemed excited as Debbi bought her clothing. John was especially so as he watched her buying delicate underthings and a sexy nightgown.
Debbi's crotch was stained and sticky from the
semen the men in the diner had left there. The leather fabric had begun to smell foul and she took a bath when they arrived back at the farm. Debbi's mercenary mind told her that the farm and the land were worth a goodly sum of money. A woman who latched onto John would be setting herself into a comfortable position for life.
But more than that, Debbi felt a chance to fulfill her earlier dreams which she had forsaken for a life of misery. Perhaps she had suffered enough, and now she could find peace. John could love her easily, and she could let love grow toward that kind of a man. A home and a family could finally be hers.
Debbi knew the bond must be sealed through sex. And she would have to take the initiative. Debbi was sure that he was the type of man who would propose marriage after he'd made love to her. And he was about to do just that.
'John, would you come in here a minute?' Debbi called, beginning to activate her plan.
'Yes, I'll-' John began shocked by the sight of her beautiful breasts hanging delectably just inches from his suddenly wet mouth. Debbi smiled at his predictable reaction.
'My back,' Debbi giggled. She handed John the washcloth. His hand was smooth and gentle with her skin.
'You've got such soft skin,' John complimented. Debbi noticed the bulge in his pants and was pleased.
'I love to feel your hands on my body,' Debbi said.
'So smooth and lovely,' John said, now beginning to massage her neck under her long, brown hair. The water was soapy or John would have been able to judge for himself the total effect
of her creamy perfection. A thigh occasionally made a teasing appearance from the murky water, but quickly submerged once more.
'I'm coming out. Will you dry me?' Debbi asked.
'Yes,' John replied, holding a large towel out for her. His erection was full and straining against the fabric of his trousers. Debbi brushed it with her naked hip as she came out of the water. 'Venus Rising,' John commented in awe struck lust.
'What?' Debbi asked, enjoying the way his eyes were drinking in her nakedness. It was a clean and healthy feeling rapidly growing between them. It wasn't sick or sordid, like so much of her past.
'I merely said you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,' John explained. He pressed the towel to her skin. Debbi turned her head and held her mouth ready for a kiss. John tried to keep his feelings under control, but the urgency in his heated kiss told her of his need.
'I want you to make love to me,' Debbi said. His kisses traveled down her neck. He suppressed a moan as his lips fastened hungrily to a ripe nipple. He worried the delicate tit flesh with his lips, finally laying the entire breast with his tongue. The moisture between her thighs was of genuine passion, but it was now for love and not for business. Debbi laughed to herself at the joy she was experiencing.
'You're delicious. I could eat you alive,' John moaned, frantically running his tongue from one nipple to the other. The towel was dropped to the floor as his hands stroked the skin of her ass and the softly muscled backs of her thighs.
'Yessss,' Debbi hissed, the passion in her body overcoming any other feelings. Death was now a forgotten thought. Now there was to be only life
and pleasure. And these were her due after all she had gone through to achieve this moment of true happiness.
'Let's go to the bedroom, darling,' John suggested, the huskiness of lust apparent in his voice. His hands replaced his lips on her breasts. Their gentle massage was continuing the delightful tingling his hot tonguing had ignited.
'I love you, John,' Debbi said. It had to be love because the words were inspired from some feeling deep within her that seemed to have a will all its own.
'And I love you, darling,' John answered. In many ways it was a predictable comment. But John's need was one Debbi longed to satisfy. It was the natural need of love. And it was so unlike the twisted desires of the men
