The Ranger and the Runaway

by Loki Renard

  She began to squirm and squeal as he forced another orgasm hard on the heels of the first. She gasped her way through a short, fast climax before reaching down to try to cover her clit.

  “Uh uh,” Travis chastised her. “You wanted to come, you’re going to come, Sandy. Over and over again.”

  “Wha?”

  “That was two,” he said, drawing his fingers slowly out of her pussy. He let them linger outside, massaging the wet puffy entrance of her body for a few moments before sliding back in. He pushed in and out with long, slow strokes that increased in tempo and force as she arched her back and began to moan over and over. Her eyes were closed tightly, her abdomen clenched as she tried to take yet another orgasm. Oh, she was a greedy little thing.

  “You want this, don’t you, Sandy,” he growled, placing kisses everywhere on her pussy except on her clit. Her lips were swollen with need and that little bud was standing erect between them, begging for his attention. But he would not give it. This time she was going to come on his fingers because she was going to make herself come.

  Travis pistoned his fingers in and out of her pussy, wet sounds floating in the night air with every pumping motion. Sandy seemed to have lost her voice, but she had not lost her desire. She arched up and grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him down toward her pussy. Travis resisted her demands, but enjoyed the way the position made her breasts bounce with every thrust of his powerful arm.

  “Mmmmmnnn… Traviiiisss!” She cried his name as the third orgasm hit her, leaving her covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing raggedly on the forest floor.

  Her pussy was beginning to tire, but Travis was only getting started. He rose between her limp legs, unzipped his pants, and let his cock spring free.

  “Travis,” she moaned. “Please…”

  He brushed his cock over her lips, letting her juices coat the thick head. Her inner lips were starting to swell as he slipped between them. Her pussy welcomed him with a hot, wet grasp. He slid slowly into her velvety cunt with a sigh of pleasure delayed but not denied. She felt like heaven, perfectly made for him in every way.

  Travis leaned over and kissed her deeply, covering her writhing body with his own hard form. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, drawing him deeper inside her. Their lips met, tongues twirled, and the world slid away as for long minutes he moved inside her body, pleasuring them both with rolling motions of his hips that made his cock reach every part of her tight channel.

  This was not quite like the previous evening had been. This was more tender, a reconnecting, a renewing of the promise he’d made with his words and was now making with his whole body. Travis felt his balls begin to tingle with the coming of his own climax. He’d been holding off for so long, but he couldn’t do it any longer. With long, masterful strokes he swept himself back and forth, plundering Sandy’s tight pussy with his own primal need.

  She came before he did, the clenching of her tight, wet sheath reminding him that this was a woman who could take everything he had to give and more. He watched her eyes widen, her mouth open in an ‘o’ of excitement and he could no longer contain himself. His seed came rushing out, splashing into the hot depths of her eager pussy, filling her to the brim with white, creamy cum.

  “You’re something special, Sandy,” he breathed against her mouth as they both recovered. He rolled over and held her atop him, rubbing his hands over her spanked cheeks, his cock slowly softening inside her as he gazed into those gorgeous brown eyes and felt an overwhelming sense of pure contentment.

  But the moment was too short. As the pleasure faded, the memory of his responsibilities returned. He could not get caught having sex on duty. He sure as hell couldn’t let Sandy get caught. Old Rawlins would nail both their asses to the wall if he found out.

  “I have to go, Sandy, and so do you,” he said, helping her to stand and dress herself.

  She pulled her clothes on with a sexy little smile. “That’s okay,” she said. “I got what I needed.”

  “Oh, you did, huh?” He couldn’t help but laugh. She was so damn unrepentant. “Tell me, what was it you needed to know so badly you came all the way out here and got your butt whipped for the second time in two days?”

  “I was wondering what your last name was.”

  Travis let out another laugh. “You came all the way out here to ask me my last name?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “It’s Blake,” he said. “Now what are you going to do with that information?”

  “Nothing…” She squirmed visibly. As devious and misbehaved as she could be, she was not a good liar.

  “You wouldn’t be lying to me now, would you, Sandy?”

  She took a deep breath, momentarily met his eye, then looked away again. “Mrs. Brown said I should run a background check on you.”

  “Oh, she did, did she, and who is Mrs. Brown?”

  “She’s Kurt’s mom. That’s where I’m staying. With his mom.”

  “You told her about me?”

  “She guessed there was a guy I liked,” Sandy said, twisting her fingers together. “And then she grilled me. She’s clucky like a mother hen, I tell you.”

  “Sounds like a formidable woman,” Travis said. “Sounds like the sort of woman who wouldn’t be pleased to know you’re out so late in the middle of the woods either.”

  “Probably not,” Sandy agreed.

  “I tell you what,” Travis said. “Tomorrow is Saturday. I’ll come over and see you in the afternoon, okay?”

  Her bright smile was his reward as she nodded enthusiastically, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and turned to go.

  “Oh, and Sandy?”

  “Yeah?” She turned back a little too hopefully.

  “A background check won’t turn anything up. My position is classified, as are my personal records. You can let Mrs. Brown know I’ll answer all the questions she has tomorrow.”

  “She might have a lot of questions, are you ready for that?”

  “We’re trained to stand up to interrogation,” Travis winked. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

  “Well, okay then,” Sandy agreed, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  Chapter Six

  “You should put a nice dress on,” Mrs. Brown suggested for the umpteenth time that day. She seemed almost more excited than Sandy was, had prepared a special cake and enough iced tea to drown a small regiment.

  “He didn’t meet me wearing a nice dress,” Sandy said. “I think he can handle me in jeans.”

  “I put a nice skirt out on your bed,” Mrs. Brown said. “You should change into it.”

  “You’re really not going to let up on this, are you,” Sandy sighed.

  “A lady should make herself nice for a gentleman caller,” Mrs. Brown said primly. “Make sure you run a brush through your hair too. And put on a little lip color, and…”

  Sandy escaped up the stairs to avoid further instructions. True to her word, Mrs. Brown had put out more than a skirt. She’d put out several skirts, a dress, and number of blouses. They were all kind of nice, but Sandy wasn’t sure she wanted to dress up. She also wasn’t sure she didn’t want to dress up. It would be kind of nice to look nice, and presentable, and maybe like a respectable woman. He’d definitely never seen her looking like a respectable anything.

  Sighing, Sandy decided to do as Mrs. Brown said, have a shower and put herself into some clothes that might make her look ‘nice.’

  She decided on a yellow sundress with blue cornflowers, something that complimented her hair. Checking herself in the mirror, she thought she looked pretty good. Completely different really, she almost didn’t recognize herself, especially when she brushed her long blond hair out and let it fall around her shoulders.

  “Sandy!” Mrs. Brown called up the stairs. “Your gentleman caller is here.”

  Smirking to herself, Sandy felt like she’d stepped back in time. Mrs. Brown’s heart was in the right place, but if she had any idea what Travis had al
ready done, there was no way she’d call him a gentleman caller.

  There were butterflies in her stomach as she realized that Travis was probably already downstairs, drinking iced tea and being offered cake, which she guessed he’d refuse. He didn’t seem like a cake man.

  Sandy went down the stairs feeling nervous, excited, and lightheaded. Mrs. Brown had managed to build things up even more than she would have on her own. By the time she hit the bottom of the stairs, she felt like she was in a dream of some kind. Rounding the corner, she saw the shined leather of his shoes, and then there he was, sitting on a plastic-covered couch looking about as out of place as she’d thought he would.

  He was wearing civilian clothes, just like he had been on the first night they’d met. A clean pressed shirt under a leather jacket and thick jeans. Just looking at his thighs, she could imagine the way it would feel to be thrown over them, her bare clit rubbing on that rough fabric. The fantasies came thick and fast, completely out of place in that refined lounge.

  “Sandy, you do look lovely,” Mrs. Brown exclaimed as Travis rose to his feet. “Doesn’t she look lovely, Travis?”

  “She looks stunning,” Travis agreed in husky masculine tones. It occurred to Sandy that she’d never actually seen him in the light of day before—or he her, for that matter. In some ways they were meeting one another for the first time.

  He was even more handsome than she remembered, a lot more friendly looking when he wasn’t snarling at her for being out by his base. He had a cute smile, nice teeth, dimples even. There was still a certain hardness to him, something in his eyes that made her quiver on the inside. He was obviously military, looked a little like he’d been stamped out on some government die cast process with his masculine jaw and proud bearing.

  “Hello,” Sandy said, finding her voice. She felt quite shy all of a sudden, although there was really nothing to be shy of with Travis. He knew her body better than anyone ever had. He’d seen almost every part of it, run his hands over every inch of her. She felt her nipples beginning to harden under the simple sundress.

  “Hi, Sandy.” His grin was warm, but wolfish.

  “Come into the kitchen,” Mrs. Brown invited. “I have tea and cake.”

  Sandy was hungry, but not for tea or cake. Travis seemed immune to the chemistry between them; he agreed readily and all three adjourned to the kitchen, where she and Travis sat on one side of the table and Mrs. Brown sat on the other, beaming as she poured iced tea into tall glasses and pushed a big slice of cake toward Travis.

  “So you’re Travis,” Mrs. Brown said as she poured the tea. “What do you do, Travis?”

  “I’m a military man, ma’am.”

  “A military man,” Mrs. Brown nodded. “What branch?”

  “Army,” Travis said.

  “Impressive,” Mrs. Brown smiled. “And how old are you, Travis?”

  “Twenty-eight, ma’am.”

  Mrs. Brown nodded approvingly.

  “Oh, only twenty-eight,” Sandy said. “I thought you were older.”

  He shot her an amused look. “How much older?”

  “I don’t know… forty?”

  Travis’ brows lifted toward his hairline. “You thought I was forty?”

  “I don’t know,” Sandy shrugged. “You’re always so serious. Makes you seem older.”

  “Oh, that’s it, is it?” He chuckled along with Mrs. Brown.

  “You both seem very young to me,” she said. “But that’s what comes with age. Anyone under forty looks like a teenager to me.”

  Under the table, Sandy felt Travis’ hand on her thigh. It was a comforting, intimate touch that turned to something else as he began to trace his fingers up the inside of her leg, her summer dress providing no protection at all as he found the apex of her thighs.

  He glanced across at her then, a brow raised at her. She knew why he was looking at her like that. No panties. His fingers were brushing against the bare, shaved lips of her pussy. Sandy let out a little moan, which she hid with a cough.

  “Everything alright, Sandy?” Mrs. Brown made the inquiry kindly.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Sandy nodded quickly. Travis’ finger was starting to travel slowly along the length of her slit, circling around her clit and then sliding back down to the wet entrance of her body.

  She tried her best to make pleasant conversation, but it wasn’t easy. Travis was chatting away without any problem, of course. He wasn’t the one finding it hard to breathe without gasping, or sit still without squirming. His finger slipped between her lips and slid into her pussy, gently probing while Mrs. Brown commented how clement the weather had been of late.

  Sandy did her very best not to give away what was going on, even when Travis’ long finger slid all the way inside her and she felt his palm against her clit. A second finger joined the first in long, languid strokes, then settled deep inside her and his hot, hard hand massaged her clit.

  She felt orgasm rising inside her, her belly tightening, her thighs becoming taut as her body responded to him with an inevitable cascade of sensation. Her nipples were rock hard under the dress.

  “Are you sure you’re feeling well? You look warm,” Mrs. Brown observed.

  “I’m sure she’s just excited,” Travis drawled, swirling his fingers inside Sandy’s pussy in a devilishly slow twirl.

  His thumb brushed against her clit and Sandy jolted in her seat. She tried covering the motion with a cough, but it turned into more of a gasping sound. She thought for sure that Travis would let up then, but he didn’t. He kept making casual, calm conversation with Mrs. Brown while secretly driving Sandy to the brink of orgasm.

  She clutched at the tablecloth, gulped iced tea, and did everything in her power to try to distract herself, but his fingers were insistent. He wanted an orgasm and he was going to make her have one. Her clit was humming with need as he shifted and pressed his palm against her mound, massaging with firm strokes while his fingers sluiced in and out of her tight slit.

  Sandy had never had a silent orgasm before, but the one that burst over her body, leaving her sweating where she sat, her toes curling beneath Mrs. Brown’s table, her heart racing as her face and chest blushed bright red, was a hell of a first experience. Her pussy grasped Travis’ fingers tightly with pulsing contractions as her pleasure raced through her and only when the very last tremors were gone did he slide his fingers slowly out of her now tender pussy.

  “You really do look very warm,” Mrs. Brown said. “Maybe I should take your temperature.”

  “Or I could,” Travis offered with a little wink at her.

  “Uh, no, it’s okay,” Sandy said hurriedly. “I’ve just got to, er… go to the bathroom. Please, excuse me.”

  She left the table with about as much dignity as was possible given that she was fairly certain her yellow dress would have a wet spot where Travis had made her pussy run with desire.

  * * *

  “You’re bad,” Sandy swatted Travis’ tight ass as they walked down the steps of Mrs. Brown’s home into the cool early evening air half an hour or so later. Travis had passed Mrs. Brown’s many questions and little tests with flying colors and she was completely enamored of him. She wouldn’t have been if she’d known what he had been up to beneath the tablecloth.

  “You needed that,” Travis replied. “Maybe this way we can get to know one another without your… urges getting in the way.”

  “Oh, you think I can’t resist you?”

  He grinned. “I know you can’t,” he said, his hand landing against her bottom with a swift slap.

  “Uh huh,” Sandy smiled broadly, sliding her hand into his and lacing her fingers with his to stop further swats. “I guess we’ll see.”

  Chapter Seven

  Two weeks later, Sandy found herself at the Buy n Box working the afternoon/evening shift as a checkout girl. There weren’t a whole lot of jobs in Lamford, especially not for girls whose only life experience was as a teen runaway. All of a sudden life had become almost b
oring. She had gone from being an outcast living on the fringes of society to being just another high school dropout, one of millions.

  “That will be 42.69,” she informed the harried-looking customer who was practically vibrating with impatience.

  The man looked at her as if the numbers meant nothing, then reached for a checkbook and began filling a check out in tight, angry little handwriting before tearing it off and tossing it at her. Sandy managed to catch it before it flew underneath the register, by which time the next customer was already waiting.

  “Well, hello, ma’am.”

  Sandy broke into a broad grin. Travis was standing in front of her. Somehow he’d slipped in line without her seeing. It was the best surprise she could have gotten. He was the only thing still somewhat wild and unpredictable in her otherwise work-a-day life.

  “Hello, sir,” she greeted him as he placed a handful of items down on the counter. “Have you enjoyed your shopping experience today?”

  “How’s the job going?”

  “Super,” Sandy frowned. “Nothing I like better than a minimum wage job that lets me spend all day on my feet.”

  “Cheer up,” Travis smiled. “This is what you need, something steady. Plus it keeps you out of the woods.”

  “I guess,” she said, ringing his last item up. She smiled and bagged them along with the rest of his purchases. “That will be 14.99, sir.”

  He handed some cash over and for a brief moment, their fingers lingered.

  “Take me with you,” she said, only half-joking as she made change.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Travis reminded her. “For our second date.”

  He left and the store seemed even duller than before. At some point, Sandy got the feeling she was being watched. She looked over at the aisle between the nuts and berries and saw a man in a big jacket staring at her. He looked away the moment she made eye contact and picked up a packet of peanuts, but Sandy was left with a creeped-out feeling. She thought she recognized the guy, but couldn’t quite place his face.