Barry caught two more rides that day, almost reaching the Alabama-Tennessee border by nightfall. He found a small roadside motel and checked in for the night. He was pleased with his progress as well as the fuck he had had that afternoon. He was pretty tired and decided to turn in early so he could get an early start in the morning.
The next morning, Barry caught a ride north, into Tennessee. He was walking along a state highway, admiring the beautiful horse farms along the way. This was horse country and there were white, split railing fences for miles. Every so often he would see someone riding in the large acreage farms. He hadn't realized how long Tennessee was. He had been in the state all day.
Around mid-afternoon, Barry was starting to tire, catching just a few short rides but walking a good bit. Fortunately, the sky had been overcast and not too hot. As he walked along the fence, a young woman riding a large quarter horse rode up to him, bringing the horse to a slow trot. She and Barry began talking, about the horse, his trip, the countryside. Barry found out that her name was Carla and that she lived on the farm she was riding. He told her that he was going to San Francisco to start a new job in a few weeks. Carla was wearing tight, riding pants and a top that did little to hide her ample breasts.
Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder sounded and it began to rain hard. Barry looked around for a place to get under, when Carla called to him to climb over the fence and for him to get onto the horse. Barry mounted the horse, sitting behind Carla. She told him to hold onto her waist and they rode off. Instead of going to the house, Carla rode to a little cabin in the corner of the property. They were both soaked with the rain as they ran into the cabin, laughing. Once inside, Barry could see the effect the rain had on Carla's clothes. Her top clung to her body, accentuating her breasts, while the wetness glistened on her ass. He felt himself becoming hard looking at her.
"Why don't you start a fire, Barry?" Carla said. "I have some other clothes here I can change into. Why don't you get out of those wet things, too?" Carla smiled as she walked into another room. Barry looked around for a place to change, but didn't see any place else. He took off his shirt, shoes and sock, leaving on his pants.
Suddenly a pair of sweat pants came flying out of the other room. "Here, put these on," Carla said. Barry stripped off the rest of his clothes, slipping into the loose pants, noticing that his hard cock tented them.
Carla walked out wearing a black baby doll. "I thought I had some other clothes here, I hope you don't mind, Barry," Carla said coyly. Looking at Barry's cock, she answered her own question, "Obviously you don't mind."
Barry felt a little embarrassed until she walked over to him, turning her back to him. Carla rubbed her ass against his cock, feeling the hardness pressing against her cheeks.
Barry wrapped his arms around her, cupping her large breasts. Carla moaned as he toyed with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She rubbed herself harder against him, loving the feel of his cock on her ass. Barry squeezed her tits, feeling the soft flesh of her globes in his fingers.
"Ooooohhhhh gggdddddd," Carla moaned, grinding her firm ass against Barry's hard cock. "You feel so hard." Carla grabbed one of Barry's hands, pushing it down her belly to her wet pussy. Barry's fingers slid over the silky baby doll, past the hem, onto her bare thigh. She pulled his hand back up, catching the moist area between her legs. "Ooohhhh fffuuuucckkkkk," Carla groaned when Barry pulled her panties to the side, plunging a finger into her. Her hips began bucking against his finger, feeling bolts of electricity shooting through her body.
Barry bit on the back of her neck, sucking her soft skin, his finger plunging in and out of her tight pussy. He picked the woman up and sat her on the bed. Carla bit her lower lip as Barry pulled her straps off her shoulders, exposing her firm tits.
"Suck my tits, Barry, please!!" Carla pleaded. Barry attacked her tits, his tongue circling her hard nipples. He took her nipples into his mouth, biting them as he squeezed her large firm breasts. Her tits had always been very sensitive for some reason. She could almost make herself cum by just playing with them herself. Barry was bringing her to a quick climax, his hands groping her tits, his mouth sucking and biting her hard nipples.
"Ooohhhhh gggdddddd, Barry," she screamed, her body shuddering, flooding her pussy with her juices. She held his head tight to her chest, his face buried in her luscious tits. She closed her eyes, feeling her warm juices flowing inside her.
Barry slid to his knees, pushing the hem of her baby doll up. Carla looked down at him, smiling, wanting to feel his tongue on her cunt. Barry grabbed her ass, pulling her wet cunt hard to his mouth, his tongue lapping at her cum.
Barry drove his face between her legs, pressing his mouth hard against her pussy. Carla grabbed his head, pulling him harder into her, moaning and screaming as her body shook and trembled from his wonderful tongue. Carla fell back onto the bed, grabbing at her tits, her hips bucking against his mouth. She felt her body become alive as Barry sucked and ate her wet cunt. Barry spread her lips, sucking on her swollen clit, tasting her juices.