Seduction At Sunset

by Cristina Grenier

  Copyright © 2012 by Monster Media LLC

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  Table of Contents

  The Horseman

  Cougar Cabin

  Cowgirls

  The Horseman

  “You’ve really done it this time, Sara,” she scolded herself. “Out here in the middle of fucking nowhere and your car dies.” She tried to get it to turn over again, but it was no use. She popped the hood latch, got out of the car and opened the hood. She looked in at a combination of things that had no meaning to her: metal, hoses, wires and boxes. “Shit!”

  She reached inside the car and fished her cell phone out of her purse. “Great, no fucking service!” She hadn’t seen nor met a car in hours. It was a little bit chilly and she pulled out a sweater to wrap around herself. It was little enough to warm her with her short skirt and shirt that left her mid-drift exposed. She had only thought of looking sexy and driving Tom crazy when she arrived. She hadn’t planned on this. She had followed what she thought would be a short-cut through the mountains and she found herself on a deserted road which was half-assed paved. It was kind of hard for her to believe that a road would lead to nowhere. She had lived in the city and grown up with roads and streets that led somewhere. “Not here! Roads here lead to nowhere!”

  She considered the clothes in her bag in the back of her car. “Not much help there,” she sighed. She had packed for being sexy, not for being warm. “Who the hell would have thought?” She tried to justify her lack of preparation. She remembered that she had passed a road that turned off to the left just a short distance back. She looked in that direction and then scanned the horizon. She could see what looked like houses surrounded by trees off in the distance. “Surely no one lives out here.” Looking at the choices she finally reached the conclusion that either someone was home or there would be a telephone for her to call Tom or whatever the case, she would have to find some way to get some help and the houses on the horizon were the only thing she could see. So she started out toward the road.

  It would have been a comical sight to anyone, but Sara to watch her picking her way along the road in her four inch stilettos. Her long, shapely legs were topped off with a smooth, round ass under her short skirt shuffled along making the skirt ripple only a little. The smoothness of her stomach and her proportional, round breasts showed that she was certainly in condition for such a walk, but not equipped for it. It would have been comical, but for Sara, each step turned her mood a bit sourer, to the point that when she reached the yard of the ranch at the end of the road, she completely ignored the black and white border collie which came to greet her by rolling over and inviting her to a good belly scratch. She heard some sort of noise coming from the other side of the barn. Tossing her light brown hair she turned in that direction.

  Around the corner of the barn she saw a very tall, round corral made of poles. She could see a man riding a horse. She watched between the poles for a moment. They moved gracefully together and her mood began to lighten a little bit as she watched the choreographed scene of the man on the beautiful brown horse with a black mane and tail. Its legs were black to a point just below the knees. Its feet danced as the man turned it to one side and then the other. “Excuse me!” she called out between the bars.

  Neither horse nor man gave any indication that they heard her. That peeved her a bit as well. She was not used to being ignored that way. She called out again and was met by the same ill-mannered treatment. She was not going to be ignored that way, so she pushed a toe between the poles of the corral and began climbing up to the fence so that she would be seen. The moment her head and shoulders cleared the top of the fence, the horse burst into a violent fit of bucking, nearly bringing the man off of him. He regained control however and began to get control of the violent horse as they plunged around the corral. “Get down off of that goddamned fence!” he yelled.

  She did as she was told, but she was fuming inside at being spoken in that manner. She was going to give him a piece of her mind. The violence in the corral ended and she saw the man dismount and lead the horse to the gate. He opened it and led the horse through. In that first moment when she caught sight of him on the ground, a thrill raced through her. He was tall and muscular. His shoulders were broad and he tapered to a small waist and hips. He looked at her briefly, with his penetrating blue eyes from a ruggedly sculpted face, scanned her from head to foot, cracked a half-smile and then turned to lead the horse to the barn.

  Her temper flared again. He was ignoring her again. “Mister, you had no call to speak to me that way,” she called out as she picked her way toward the barn with small, quick steps which had little chance of catching up to his long, graceful strides. He didn’t answer her. “Did you hear me? You had no right to speak to me that way. I don’t appreciate being cursed like a dog,” she replied.

  “I wouldn’t curse my dog,” he replied quietly as he began to unsaddle the horse. He still did not look at her or acknowledge her presence. He very coolly began unfastening the buckle on the back cinch and then the breast collar and front cinch as well. She finally caught up to him as he was beginning to remove the saddle from the back of the horse. She had stepped directly in his path and as he turned the saddle struck her and she tumbled to the ground. The border collie was instantly in her face. “Candy”, he spoke sharply and the dog stepped back and lay down. He dropped the saddle and reached down to help her up. “I’m sorry, mam,” he said as he extended his hand to her. His voice was deep and rich. “Are you okay?”

  She looked up into his blue eyes, felt the genuine care shoot through her and saw the large, rough hand that he held out to her. She took it and he pulled her off of the ground as if she were nothing more than a feather. She stumbled a little bit with her stilettos in the soft dirt and fell into his chest. What a wonderful accident, she thought as she felt the firm muscles of his body and smelled the musky scent of him. She lingered for a moment and then gathered herself together. “I’m sorry,” she said, pulling back from him.

  “It’s alright,” he grinned. “Those aren’t very good shoes for being out in the barn.”

  “You don’t like my shoes?” she flirted. Why the hell was she flirting? This man was a total stranger, but she felt a mystique which was so salvage in him. It touched some place deep inside of her that she had never known before.

  “I like your shoes just fine,” he said, turning to pick up the saddle and carry it into the tack room. “It just isn’t a good place to be wearing them.”

  He had the unnerving habit of walking away from her and it both irritated and excited her when he did it. He wasn’t like all of the other men who caught sight of her with their lustful eyes and were in constant pursuit to own her. Was she not appealing to him? Why the hell was she even thinking that? Her head was a mass of confusion as she followed him into the tack room. Once again she walked up close behind him and as he turned he dodged to keep from hitting her and nearly knocked her down again. He reached out and caught her in his arms. Her face was only inches below his chin and he took a long, lingering look into her eyes and studied her face. “You know,” he whispered. “You have a really bad habit of walking up to close behind a man.”

  “You have a really bad habit of walking away and ignoring a lady,” she replied. He looked at her mouth for a moment as
she spoke and she was certain that he would kiss her, but he steadied her, released her and walked out of the tack room. He took up the reins of the horse and led it to a stall. He was raw, savage and real. She had never been so drawn to a man in her life. She was out of control with some deep, primeval lust overtaking her. She felt moisture inside her panties as she watched him turn the horse into the stall and the start back toward her. She took a long step sideways out of his path, touched her hair nervously and giggled. He grinned at her, catching her joke, but said nothing.

  “My car broke down out on the road,” she said, trying to compose herself. She waited for a reply from inside the tack room. She heard nothing and stepped to the door to see where he had gone. In the same moment he had started out of the door. This time as he caught hold of her he stumbled and they tumbled to the floor. He turned in mid-air and took the shock of the fall as she landed on his broad chest.

  “Seems like you are determined to be in my arms,” he chuckled.

  “There are worse places,” she whispered. His mouth was only inches from hers. She looked at the full lips, lingering before her and in the heat of the moment pressed her lips to his. They were so soft, but manly and the feel of them sent a thrill through her. She began to devour his mouth with hungry kisses. In a moment he responded with the same passionate hunger and their mouths were locked in a passionate grappling of tongues. She drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it, moving her lips back and forth like she was giving a blowjob. She felt him harden with her kisses and it drove her to even greater excitement. Her panties were already soaked as they continued the deep kiss.

  Her hand wandered to the hardness in his jeans and she began stroking him through the denim. She felt the gasp of his breath. He broke the kiss and in the same moment stood, lifting her from the ground and setting her on her feet. She began to feel a sinking disappointment as he turned away from her again. “Where is your car?” he asked in a whisper. His eyes had turned hard and cold as he steeled himself. She could see that he had already regained control of himself.

  “Ummmm… out on the road about a half mile from the turn,” she composed herself again. She was confused. How could he kiss her so deeply and so passionately and then turn away from her so abruptly? She followed him to the old, beat-up pickup and slid in as he opened the door for her. So this is how it was going to be. The animal lust had built up inside of her and she had given into it. It was a solid blow to her to have it turned off in only a moment. Most men she would have despised for doing such a thing to her, but to have this mysterious, incredibly confident man turn away from her only caused her to want him more.

  He did not speak as he drove her to her car. She wasn’t exactly sure why he was taking her there until they arrived and he said. “Go ahead and get your stuff. It will probably be morning before we can do anything about your car.”

  She started to protest that she could just use his phone, but biting her tongue jumped out of the truck and grabbed her bag from the car. She climbed back in and endured the silence as they drove back to the house. He took up her bag as he got out of the pickup and she followed him inside, watching his graceful walk from behind and enjoying the view. She had to fight back her feelings and get control of herself. She couldn’t believe that she had lost so much control over a stranger in the middle of nowhere. She strengthened herself as they stepped into the small ranch house.

  “You can sleep in here tonight,” he said, directing her to a small room off of the large room that included dining, kitchen and living rooms in one area. He sat her bag on the bed and turned to the closet and fished around until he found some blankets. “You might need some extra blankets; it gets pretty cold here at night.”

  “I really just need to use your phone,” she said. A part of her wanted to escape while another part of her wanted to be in his arms again. She’d pushed too far, too fast by stroking him and she was regretting the move. “Just show me where it is.”

  “I don’t have one,” he said simply.

  “Well, then, maybe your cell gets service out here. Mine doesn’t,” she suggested.

  “Don’t have any use for one of those either,” he said.

  She was shocked to hear that anyone wouldn’t have any use for a cell phone. She would have instantly thought him a country bumpkin, but somehow it fit. He was a primitive, wild man. That is what had stirred her so deeply inside. He turned to start out of the room.

  “Wait,” she said. She wasn’t sure why she said it. It just came out. She didn’t want him to leave. When he paused and turned to look back at her, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself into him. “Thank you,” she whispered. She looked up at him and saw his hard eyes soften as he looked down at her. He looked at her mouth and then lowered his lips to meet hers again. The kiss they had shared in the barn began anew and the heat surged up inside of her as it had done before, then suddenly he pulled away from her and the rush of disappointment started over her. He would turn away again. She fully expected it, but instead he lifted her onto his hip and held her with one arm as he carried her to the bed. He laid her on the bed and braced himself on his arms above her as he continued kissing her.

  She reached between his legs again and started stroking him through his jeans. Her fingers felt for the buttons and zipper and manipulated them so that she could get her hand inside of his cotton underwear and pull his rigid cock free. She began stroking him and then maneuvered herself so that she could take him into her mouth. His cock was thick and long, an incredible mouthful and she felt the tingle of her pussy as it eagerly anticipated the feel of him.

  His graceful hands slid behind her back and unfastened her bra as she began bobbing up and down on him. She gasped a little at his touch as he reached beneath her shirt, pulled the bra free and began caressing her breasts. Her nipples were instantly erect under his touch. She took him as deep as she could until she gagged. She was crazy with lust for him and pressed on to take him to the hilt. When she finally was able, it was only for a moment, because he reached so deep inside of her. She pulled her mouth off of him and began stroking the length of his cock with her tongue while he continued to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples softly between his fingers.

  She suddenly felt herself being lifted into the air and placed on her back on the bed. With her mind so totally transfixed with lust and the feelings that surged through her, it almost felt like she was gliding through the air and landing on a cloud. She felt him tug her panties from her and saw his face looming over her and his soft, penetrating, blue eyes gazing deeply into her own. She felt the head of his hard cock against the tiny little opening of her wet pussy and then came the delicious feel of it sliding up into her. It filled her completely and she felt it move slowly inside of her until it touched her back wall. She could see the pleasure that he felt pass across his face and in his eyes. She let the quiet moan that was in her chest escape between her lips and felt her body surge to meet him.

  His strokes were long and slow. She could feel every inch of his shaft as it moved slowly back and forth inside of her. She could feel the ridge of the head of his cock pulling at her deep, inner walls, caressing her deep inside. He began to move faster and she felt the tingle begin to grow behind her mound. It became stronger and stronger as he stroked her. The pressure built up to a point that she had to catch her breath and hold onto it. She let go of the pressure and wave after wave of her orgasm rushed over her entire body. She knew she was moaning only because she could feel the vibrations crossing her throat.

  When the waves subsided she felt a surge of savage energy rush through her. She pushed him off of her and pressed his back to the bed. With her legs on either side of him she guided his cock back inside of her. She took him into her slowly, but the moment she felt his massive member filling her, she was driven wild by her desire and began rocking back and forth on his cock and then plunging herself up and down on him. A small orgasm rushed through her almost immediately, but she could feel a bi
gger one coming along behind it. She began to work her sheath up and down on his shaft as though she were a woman possessed. She felt raw and savage as she worked up and down on him. As she felt the big wave coming she pressed her clit hard against him and rolled her hips back and forth. When her climax finally came, she stopped moving and pushed her clit hard against him. Her body convulsed as the waves shot through her and screaming gasps built in her chest and burst from between her lips.

  As she was coming back to reality she felt herself gliding through the air again and this time she was on her stomach. He was behind her and straddling her. She felt his large cock slide into her from behind. It plunged so deep from that angle and it almost hurt her, but it felt so full and so rich. He held her ass cheeks apart with his large hands and was driving down into her with a force so great that the springs in the bed buckled and then pushed her back up into him. His strokes were deeper and faster and she was screaming in a combination of pleasure and pain. The savagery of it caused her to pass from the world that she knew into a primeval place which was totally raw and natural. She had crossed over into his world. It was a world where the power of a man’s muscle and raw energy ruled. She felt him pull her hips up from the bed and she set her knees on the mattress. She began driving back into him with every stroke. She was lost to every sensation, but the stroking of his cock inside of her.

  Suddenly she felt another very deep orgasm begin to build up inside of her. It was one like she had never felt before. It was surging from every part of her body and building into a focal point where his cock stroked her. She felt his cock grow larger inside of her; she felt the strange combination of pleasure and pain as his rigid member slammed into her so deeply that it felt like he would soon rip through her. Then it came. The waves began to pour over her in rushing succession; she felt his hot streams begin to shoot into her in the very same moment. Their voices were blended together in a roar of deep pleasure as they climaxed together.