Helping Lanie Gardner

Disclaimer - This is a complete work of fiction. None of the events described actually happened. I don't know Lanie Gardner and don't ever expect to. If you know her, please feel free to inform her that this story exists. It is my most fervent hope that she would enjoy it.

Lanie is a wonderful singer and, if you aren't familiar with her I urge you to look her up and experience her angelic voice for yourself.

Please let me know if you enjoy the story, or if you don't. I've made every effort to fix any mistakes but it's always possible that I missed something. If so, please let me know.

This story contains a brief violence and foot play. If either of these bother you maybe you should skip it.

All participants are over 18 years of age at the time of the story.

LTL

It was raining, almost sleeting, in Nashville as I walked the city streets. It was late, nearly midnight and I knew I needed to find a place to sleep soon.

I had arrived about an hour ago, having driven for about 10 hours from my home in Florida. I was here for, well, no good reason actually. I'd never visited and decided, on a whim, to change that.

I had parked my car in a city lot and set out on foot to find a beer or maybe 3 and then a hotel for the next few days to serve as my base while I explore the city. So far I'd had no luck with either. In fact, I was starting to think I'd picked the wrong part of town.

I was just about to turn around and head back to the car when I heard what sounded like a muffled scream from an alley to my left. "What the fuck", I wondered as I stopped and looked down the darkened alley.

As I headed into the darkness I reached inside my coat and drew my weapon. The small 45 caliber pistol was heavy and comforting in my hand and I picked up my pace a bit; seeking the source of the sound I had heard.

Suddenly I heard a girl crying loudly and, between sobs, almost groaning, "No, no, no".

To my right I could see someone, no, 2 people. A large man stood over a smaller woman on the ground. He was unbuckling his belt and his intentions were obvious. "Stop!" I yelled as I pointed my weapon at his back.

"Fuck you" he said, and turned to face me. He was big, at least 3 inches taller than my 5 foot 9 inches and likely outweighed me by at least 30 pounds. A big, sloppy drunk redneck by my estimation. My weapon was now aimed directly at his chest.

"You have 5 seconds to walk away asshole, " I snarled. The fucker laughed.

"You don't have the balls to shoot me." He took a menacing step towards me. I shot him twice in the chest.

The sound of my shots was incredibly loud in the confined alleyway and the muzzle flashes lit the night as he flew backwards onto the now openly screaming woman on the ground.

I holstered my weapon, knowing he wasn't going to be a problem going forward, reached down and grabbed him by the hair. I dragged his body off of the sobbing woman, knelt in front of her, and spoke to her for the first time.

"You're OK, he's dead. " I said in my most comforting voice. "My name is Tom, I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Thaaaank you," she sobbed as knelt down next to her. She threw herself into my arms and hugged me desperately. "He was going to raaape me. " she almost whispered.

"I know, but he can't hurt you now. He can't hurt anybody any more."

As I held her the alley was suddenly lit bright with flashing blue lights as 2 city police cars screeched to a halt behind us.

"Stand still and keep your hands where I can see them." a big cop growled at me. I obeyed without speaking, standing,slowly turning, and bringing my hands up to shoulder height, palms facing outward. The cop had his weapon pointed at my chest and I could see in his eyes that he was ready to shoot me. A second cop grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her firmly away from me.

"No, don't shoot him! He saved me!" screamed the woman.

At this the big cop noticeably relaxed and I sucked in a deep breath. "My weapon is under my coat, left side. " I told the cop as he stepped towards me. I could see the second cop, a woman, holding her own weapon at the ready but not pointing directly at me. She now had one arm around the woman's shoulders. Weirdly, it almost seemed like she knew her already.

"She needs an ambulance, he doesn't. " I told the cop as he reached into my jacket and removed my weapon. "Don't bother. He's deader than Kelsey's nuts" I said to the lady cop as she reached down to check the big redneck's pulse.

"Yep, code black", she agreed. "Did you already check?" she asked me.

"Didn't need to, I knew where I hit him. " I responded. She nodded thoughtfully.

"You on the job?" she asked me.

"No, former military." She nodded once again.

After a few minutes an ambulance arrived and took away the girl I had helped. She looked back at me and said "thank you" with a light southern accent. This was the first time I got a chance to see her in the light and I was struck by how pretty she was.

I judged her to be around 25, give or take a couple of years. Her brown hair was below her shoulders. She had a blanket over her shoulders so I couldn't get a real sense of her body. By looking at her face I would have bet she was slim. She looked oddly familiar for a second.

By instinct I glanced down at her feet. She was wearing what appeared to be cowboy boots. Damn.

Yes, I like female feet. One of my favorite things to look at, pretty much even with tits but a lot easier to see in public. I'm not weird about it, at least not beyond the implication that it might be a little weird in and of itself. Oh well. My life, my kink, my business.

I glanced back to her face and she was smiling ever so slightly. I knew she had caught me but there was no time to do anything but smile back. She was in the ambulance and gone within a few seconds.

With her gone the 2 cops started to question me. I knew I could ask for a lawyer but I kept that in my back pocket for now and told them what happened. They both seemed to believe me. They told me that they doubted I would be charged for anything, but they did need me to come to the station and give my statement again, officially.

They weren't really asking so off we went. I rode in the back of course, but was relieved that they didn't cuff me.

After we got to the station they offered me coffee, which I accepted, and left me alone in a room for about an hour.

Finally, the door opened and a distinguished looking man in full uniform stepped in. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself as the chief of police. "Oh shit, I'm in trouble" I thought as I gripped his hand and introduced myself.

"I know who you are," he said with a small laugh. "And don't worry, you're not being charged. Hell, you may get a parade!" He laughed again, more fully this time. I just looked at him, confused.

"You don't know who you saved, do you?"

"Not a clue," I admitted. "I just know someone was in trouble and I was in a position to help."

"You just saved America's biggest up and coming country music star," he said. "That was Lanie Gardner!"

I'd heard of her, very pretty girl with a voice like an angel, but hadn't gotten a good enough look to recognize her, certainly not out of context like this. "Oh, wow, glad to be of service." I said. "Can I get out of here?"

"You sure can, stop by the desk and grab your weapon on the way out," he said. "We've got your number if we need anything else. No further official statement will be needed. "

Shaking his hand again, I thanked him and headed for the front door. As suggested, I stopped at the desk and asked for my pistol. The cop at the desk was obviously expecting me and handed it to me in a zip lock bag, the magazine removed but also in the bag. I reached into the bag, looked at the cop and asked, "may I?"

He laughed and said "Son, you can do just about anything you want in this town tonight!" I removed the pistol and the magazine, loaded and cocked it and put the pistol back in it's holster under my coat. "Thanks," I said and handed him back the empty bag.

He gestured towards the room behind me and said "I think someone is waiting for you."

"Huh, who the hell could be waiting for me?" I wondered as I turned.

There she stood, smiling nervously, Lanie Gardner herself! I was stunned. She walked up to me and said, in that low, smokey, southern voice, "Thank you for saving my life. Would you mind if I hugged you?"

I opened my arms and she was in them, her whole body pressed into mine. She didn't let go and I just stood there and held her tight. "You're most welcome, I'm just glad I was there."

She showed no inclination to let go of me so I just stood there and held her in my arms. She was shorter than me and her body felt wonderful up against mine. I kissed the top of her head and she looked up at me." Where are you staying, can I at least get you a taxi home?"

I had never gotten around to finding a hotel room so I told her so and asked if she could recommend a place. "Yep, come on." she said with a smile as she grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the door.

Out front a taxi was already waiting and she opened the back door and pushed me inside. I laughed and just went with the flow. She jumped in behind me, gave the hack an address and again grabbed my hand. "Please, I just need to thank you again. Another couple of minutes and I would have been raped, at least." She started sobbing.

I pulled her into my arms and whispered, "Hey, don't cry, everything worked out." She sniffled but I felt her head nodding against my chest. "I'm just glad I was there."

The taxi pulled into the driveway of a beautiful big house and stopped. The driver got out and opened the door on Lanie's side. "Where are we?" I asked her.

"My place, come on." she said with a smile. I just followed along.

She unlocked the door and invited me to come inside. The front room was a living room of sorts, a few chairs, a large black leather couch and an entertainment system the likes of which I'd never seen." Have a seat," she said and gestured towards the couch. I sat, still watching her as she sat down very close to me.

She looked at me with a knowing smile and asked "Mind if I take my boots off?"

"Not even a little bit!" She crossed one leg over the other and asked me help remove the boot. I did and without being asked, removed her sock as well. She switched legs and pulled off the other boot and, I was pleased to see, the other sock as well.

She looked at me shyly and asked, "You like my feet?"

"So much, you have no idea!" Her feet were lovely, perfectly formed, and lightly tanned. Her toenails were painted a light baby blue. Pretty much perfect.

"I saw you look earlier you know. I thought maybe you were interested."

"I'm very interested." I told her. "They're beautiful, just like you." She blushed cutely and smiled as she swung them both onto my lap.

"Wanna rub them for me? I've had a really hard day and they're sore."

I took one of her pretty feet in both of my hands started gently rubbing it. I gave her the best foot message that I knew how to and when I was finished I brought it up and kissed the top of her foot, right at the base of her toes, before starting on the other one. I also, of course, kissed it.

Lanie giggled and said "Nobody has ever kissed my feet before. It felt nice."

"Would you like to feel something even better?" I asked her with my hands still gently rubbing both of her pretty feet. She nodded eagerly. I lifted her left foot back up to my face and, looking her straight in the eye, sucked her big toe into my mouth.

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed, "that feels so fuckin good!"

I alternated sucking her toes, licking in between each, as I watched her face. She looked excited, really excited, so I switched to her other foot and gave it the same treatment.

By now she was rubbing her wet feet on my face and, I was surprised to see, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. I can't resist the sight so I pull her onto my lap and press my mouth to hers. Lanie immediately opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into mine. I gently suck her tongue, savoring the taste of her spit and the feeling of her tongue deep in my mouth. We both groan as our faces move a few inches apart. I gaze into her beautiful eyes and whisper softly "I want you."

"You have me, tell me what you want."

"To start with I'd like to see you naked, completely naked."

Lanie walked over to the massive entertainment system and started flipping switches and pushing buttons, "any requests?"

I'd love to hear some of your songs if you don't mind?" Apparently she didn't mind as the room filled with the opening strains of her rendition of 'Dreams', originally made famous by Fleetwood Mac. As the song started rolling, so did Lanie. She started dancing a few feet in front of my eager eyes.

"My god Lanie, you are so fuckin beautiful. Nobody has ever danced for me like that."

"You ain't seen nothing yet", she grinned at me as she raised the bottom of her shirt up, and up, and up, and off. She wore no bra so her perfect titties were sudden and remarkable. Somehow my cock got harder than it already was. Of course I'd been hard since she gave me her feet on the couch. I suspected that my boxers were already soaked with precum and it would soon get through my jeans to Lanie's eyes. The thought was brief though, it didn't really matter.

Lanie had unsnapped her jeans and was wiggling them down her smooth bare legs. As she stepped out of each pant leg she raised the now naked leg and put her beautiful toes up to my mouth. I quickly kissed each foot, with a little tongue added in. Lanie was now naked except for a brief pair of light blue panties. Panties and toenails match? Color me impressed.

Lanie turned away from me and bent over at the waist. She reached up and, ever so slowly, pushed her panties down her legs. First, her sweet asshole came into view, followed by the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen.

Lanie's pussy was shaved bare. Her pussy lips were light pink and glistening with her juices. She backed up, still bent over, towards me until I could smell her cunt. Boy, did it ever smell good!

"Come here girl," I growled as I reached out and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass into my face. I normally take my time eating a woman but Lanie had me so turned on that I needed more, and right fuckin now.

I pushed my tongue between her pink lips and tasted her essence. I licked from her clit to her asshole and back again, tasting each hole as fully as I could. Lanie jumped a little bit as I tried to push my tongue into her butthole but swiftly recovered and just started cumming in my mouth.

Her juices filled my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could and just let the excess overflow and leak onto the front of my body. "Turn around baby, get in my arms."

Lanie straightened and turned to me. She flipped one leg over mine and settled onto my lap, her warm cunt landing on top of my hard cock. She rode my 8 inches, slopping her cunt the full length and then back again. "Baby, I need to be inside you, please!"

"Get naked!" she said. Of course I wasted no time. I stripped off and resumed my position on the couch. She straddled me again.

Lanie raised her pelvis up, reached between us and placed the head of my steel-hard dick between her sweet pussy lips. She bent and kissed me, her tongue pushing into my mouth as she lowered herself slowly onto my cock until she had taken every inch I had to give her.

When I was fully inside of her beautiful pussy she stopped moving. She kissed me and started riding my hard cock, raising up until just the head was left inside and then moving slowly back down to engulf me fully. I could feel her cunt sucking my cock.

Lanie continued riding me until she was cumming wildly on my cock and I was struggling to hold off my own orgasm. Soon I could hold no more and as I felt my cock start to jerk inside of her body I pushed down on her shoulders and filled her with rope after rope of my hot cum.

She drew her head back and looked into my eyes. "What do want to do now?"

I gazed into her gorgeous eyes and silently thanked the fates for putting me in this position tonight.

"Now I want to love you Lanie. I want to love you more than anyone has ever loved you and I don't ever want to let you go."

She smiled at me and whispered, "Perfect."

To be continued?