Fugitive Soul
He stumbled through the trees and fell face first into a pile of dead leaves. He hadn't heard hooves on the soil in a long time. It might be safe to say he'd escaped them, for now.
But there was another sound now, a woman's voice, gently asking, "Are you alright?"
Lying naked and shivering face down in the leaves, he wasn't sure if he had just heard a woman's voice. Could it just have been the wind or his imagination? As the morning sun began to warm him, he turned his head and saw horse hooves on the ground next to him. He scanned upward to see a woman on a white horse.
She was dressed in full cowgirl apparel. She was wearing brown weathered western boots with spurs, brown leather chaps, a red and white flannel shirt and a black cowgirl hat in which her long blond hair tied in a ponytail flowed from underneath. It was difficult to see her face from the sun glaring behind her.
"Sir, are you OK?" she asked again while she dismounted. He rolled over and had blood spattered on his chest and face.
He covered his genitals with his hands and replied exhaustedly, "I..I don't know, I've been running all night, where am I?"
As she removed a blanket from her saddle and covered him, she replied, "You're on my property. What were you running from?"
As he got up onto his feet, he wrapped the blanket around himself. He could then see her face, she was beautiful. She had piercing blue eyes, luscious full lips and light freckles on her cheeks from the sun as she wore no makeup.
"Ma'am, I was running from a posse, they were trying to kill me," he replied sheepishly.
"Why would they try to kill you?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"I don't know, all I remember is hearing the rumble of running horses, gunshots and bullets ricocheting off the trees around me, I just ran," he responded nervously.
"Well, being naked, you don't seem to be much of a threat, come, I'll get you cleaned up," she said smiling as she put her right hand on the revolver on her hip. She helped him onto the horse and she climbed on, in front of him.
As they trotted through the prairie she asked, "So what's your name stranger, I'm Kacey."
"My name is Ken, and thank you for helping me," he responded. Ken could see a small cabin and barn in the distance.
"Is that your place Kacey?" he asked, as they got closer.
"Yes it is. It isn't much but it's home," she replied.
"Ummm what is your husband going to say when you bring a naked man home?" Ken asked with a nervous chuckle.
"My husband is dead, it's just me and my animals," she replied solemnly.
"I'm sorry Kacey," he replied, lowering his head.
"Thank you, it's been a long time now, I'm used to being alone," she replied without emotion.
They reached the cabin, she tied her horse and helped him dismount. She walked him inside and led him to the bathroom. There was an old claw foot cast iron tub against the wall. Kacey ran the water to fill the tub.
"While the tub fills I'm going to make some coffee, would you like a cup?" she asked.
"Yes please, just black," he responded.
He sat down on the closed toilet while she headed to the kitchen. Ken watched the warm water fill the tub while the flashbacks of being pursued ran through his head. The tub finally filled and he shut off the water, removed the blanked and stepped in.
Kacey came back with two mugs of coffee. She had removed her chaps, gun belt and flannel shirt. She was in a white tank top; obviously braless as her nipples were protruding, blue jeans and her boots. She had also untied her ponytail and her long blond hair draped her shoulders.
Ken once again covered his crotch with his hands as she knelt down at the side of the tub and handed him his coffee. With his left hand covering his manhood, he took the coffee with his right.
They both sipped their coffee then placed the mugs on the floor.
"Thank you Kacey, for being so kind," Ken said with sincerity.
"You're welcome," she replied with a slight grin as she reached for the sponge setting on a dish.
As she dipped the sponge in the water she asked, "Is this all your blood on you?"
Ken looked at his body and saw slight lacerations and scratches caused by thorns in the forest. "I certainly hope so, like I said I don't remember anything before the posse arrived," he said in a concerned tone.
Kacey began to wipe the dirt and blood from his face with the wet sponge. Ken just closed his eyes, enjoying her nursely touch. The sponge moved to his shoulders and chest. The soapy water stung his open wounds.
As she continued to bathe him, he started to get aroused and his cock began to grow, making it harder for him to keep it covered. Kacey could see he was getting nervous and she smiled at him, looking into his eyes.
Kacey lifted his left leg, cleansed his thigh and slowly moved down his leg to his calf and foot. The blood and dirt was running off of him. Then she repeated the same on his right leg.
She leaned him forward and sponged off his back. Kacey admired his manly toned body. He was a strapping man of six foot tall, hazel eyes and dark brown hair. As she explored his body with the sponge, her eyes became lustfully excited.
As the sponge reached the small of his back, she said in a sultry tone, "I can't wash that if you're sitting on it."
Nervously Ken stood up still covering his cock and turned around for her. Kacey softly moaned as she sponged off his firm buttocks. Ken could hear her moan and his excitement increased.
Kacey gently grabbed his hips and turned him around. His hands that covered his manhood were right in front of her face. She looked up at him while he looked down at her. She placed the sponge back on the dish and took his wrists in her hands. She slowly pulled his hands away and exposed his erect and twitching eight inch penis and testicles.
She examined his cleanly shaven groin and chills ran through her body, as her inner core flooded with her juices.
Once again Kacey picked up the sponge and wrung out the soapy water onto Ken's shaft. She then sponged his balls and the underside of his cock. He moaned at her light tender touch, as he rested his hands on her shoulders.
Kacey looked up at him and saw Ken's head fall back; she knew he was enjoying her. She rinsed the soapy water off of him and took his shaft in her hand. Ken felt her leathery working woman's palm and fingers grip him. He looked down and she looked up, into each other's eyes. Both of their hearts were racing and she began to stroke him.
"Kacey, what are you doing?" Ken whispered.
Kacey put her index finger on her lips, said, "Shhhhhh," and pumped him harder.
Kacey took her other hand and massaged Ken's balls with her fingers. His excitement was building as he slid his hands under her arms and helped her to her feet.
He slid his fingers under the bottom of her shirt and began to peel it upward. Kacey released his manhood, lifted her arms and he removed the tank top. Her breasts were a beautiful "D" cup, her areolas were little pink buttons and her nipples were erect and waiting. Her upper cleavage and chest were freckled just like her cheeks.
Kacey was rugged, but absolutely beautiful in Ken's eyes. He pulled her in close and their chests fused together. They held each other tight as their lips connected. Their lustful embrace was passionate and increasing by the minute.
"Ken, I haven't been with a man since my husband passed away," Kacey whispered softly.
"Are you sure you're OK with this Kacey?" Ken asked compassionately.
Kacey just nodded her head with a soft smile.
Ken scooped Kacey up into his arms and stepped out of the tub. With her arms around his neck she directed him to her bedroom, while kicking off her boots. There was an old queen size wooden sleigh bed in the middle of the room where he laid her down.
He climbed up into the bed between her legs. Ken slowly unbuckled her belt and undid her jeans. She lifted her ass and he slid off her jeans and panties then pulled off her socks. He gazed upon her naked body and was surprised that her legs were smoothly shaven and her pussy was neatly trimmed into a small triangle of hair.
Kacey was breathing nervously knowing this stranger was going to fuck her. Ken crawled on top of her and kissed her again on the lips. She could feel his hard penis grinding against her. Their kiss intensified and their breathing was heavy. Kacey wrapped her arms around his neck, while he held her head in his palms.
Ken slowly moved his lips down her face to her throat and gently sucked and flicked his tongue. Kacey moaned deeply, feeling Ken's mouth and masculine hands on her breasts. His hands kneaded while his thumbs twirled her erect nipples.
Kacey wrapped her legs around him when his mouth reached her nipples. Her hands intertwined in Ken's damp hair when he began to suck her nipple. His tongue flicked and circled while his hand continued to fondle the other. Kacey's body squirmed underneath him as she became more aroused. He massaged her breasts with his mouth and hands, alternating back between each one.
