A hand touched my ankle and was followed by a soft voice.
"Where were you?" He asked.
"I was under a truck hiding from a sniper. You?" I whispered back as I climbed out of bed to put on my shoes.
I remembered where I really was, I had met an American friend Timothy in Kentucky for a weekend of camping in his trailer with his wife and kids. He and I worked together in Afghanistan long ago.
It was still dark out, the sun wasn't due to rise for a while. We stood together under a tree as Timothy had a quick cigarette.
"I dreamt that I was in front of the UN building digging people out of the ruins." He said taking a drag.
"I bet that was a shitty day" I said and we both chuckled.
Timothy stamped out his cigarette, shook my hand, then turned to leave. He was going to fish; I was off for a run. Near the trailer park there was a nature path that was a perfect loop.
After a brief stretch, I started to jog in the dark; it was a relaxing escape from the demons of my dreams. The smells and sights of that day would be with me the rest of my life.
Shaking my head, I noticed something up a head, a dark shape. Getting closer I could tell it was a man on shaky legs, a beer in his hands. He seemed drunk and smelt even worse.
"Who the fuck is out there!" the man yelled at the shadows.
"Don't be afraid I'm a jogger!" I called back.
When I got closer the man got even more upset. I won't share the words he used but let's just say his own Mother would have blushed. I didn't know Americans had so many words to describe people of African background.
I wished him a good morning, then picked up my pace. On my next pass I came across the same fellow face down in his own filth, most men would leave him, or give him a kick to the ribs... I'm not like most men.
Picking the drunk man up, I put his arm over my shoulder, and lifted. In a moment he was on his feet stumbling along. As we walked together he mumbled old country songs, completely oblivious to my presence.
The sun started to rise as we neared the trailers; the humidity had left our clothes clinging to our bodies. The drunk man pointed out his trailer as we neared it, and once inside I had him in bed with his boots off. Before I left him he mumbled.
"For a N@#*o you're not too bad. I'm glad I didn't hit you with that bottle."
I stared at his ceiling unsure of what to say when I noticed the roof vent was wide open, so unsafe, rain, raccoons, thrives and even bears could get in through it!
"Uh... thank-you..." I replied as I left.
Removing my shirt, I started my run once again. By the light of day the nature path was very impressive. Aside from a small group of women on a morning still I had it all to myself.
The first time I passed the ladies they were dead silent, my hello hung in the air as I passed by. With each subsequent pass they slowly became more and more vocal. Although I'd smile and grunt a greeting, they felt as if they were at the front row at a male strip club!
I loved the attention, but tried to be aloft of it all. Although I'm caramel brown, due to my mixed Dutch/Aruban background, under my shorts I had the worst tanline imaginable!
The ladies that cheered me on were all of European background, between the ages from 18 right up to fifty. One of them, a plump auburn haired woman with green eyes and pale skin was by far the most vocal of the crowd.
She stood about five feet six inches, with a brown pair of cowboy boots, a jean skirt and a baby blue tank top. She made running challenging for me, her ivory coloured cleavage had caught my eye and I couldn't look away.
After several laps I discovered her alone holding a bottle of water. I wasn't nearly done my run, but I felt it'd be prudent to stop for a stretch.
"Thirsty?" She asked holding out the bottle.
I had more sweat on my back alone than what the bottle held, but I wasn't going to refuse her offer. It was cold and delicious! I drank it like a man lost in the desert discovering an oasis.
"Thanks." I said stopping to breath.
"So handsome, what's with all the running?" She asked as she looked me up and down.
"I'm getting ready for the Lexington Marathon in another week." I said trying to steady my breathing.
She nodded in response, then went quiet. I could tell she didn't want me to leave, but couldn't think of something to say. If I didn't speak up, she'd leave.
"Bluegrass!" I blurted out.
She didn't blink an eye at my poorly worded response. "Sure sweety, the whole state is covered in it."
Taking another breath, I spoke clearly. "They say its blue, but all the grass I've seen was green."
"Honey, where are you from?" Her words were full of Southern-sass.
"I was born far, far away, in a town called Rotterdam." I said trying to sound exotic.
"I've heard of it, it isn't too far." She said matter of factly, "Stirling Price burned Rotterdam, Missouri to the ground in 1864."
I mentally sighed before replying. "Is there any of this bluegrass nearby?"
As if a light went on in her head, she blinked three times, then smiled a big toothy grin.
"Come with me handsome, I'll show you some virgin bluegrass in the hills." She winked at me before turning away.
"Is it far?" I asked.
"Honey, don't tell me that after that run, you can't navigate a Kentucky trail?" She said disappearing into the woods.
Aside from my time in the Dutch Army, I have largely lived in large cities. When she stepped into the bushes, I had to do a double take before joining her. There was a hidden trail that led upwards into the hills.
"Sugar, are you going to join me up here, or are you going to just stare at my behind?" She said.
I blushed, I was staring. The path zig-zagged upwards, there were many side paths that she ignored. I knew that I was lost when I realized that I didn't even know her name.
"Uh, madam... what shall I call you?" I asked.
"My name is Cordelia." She said shaking my hand. "I'm very pleased to meet you."
I told her my name and thanked her again for taking me on this hike. I did notice that she wore a wedding ring, I didn't expect romance. I did take solace in her company.
I was still topless, and thankfully the bugs were leaving us alone.
I'm not sure how long I was with Cordelia on that path, but I did know that I was in the American wilderness where Davie Crockett once hunted bears.
"Sweety, you're acting like you got a case of the jitters!" She said to me.
"I am not." I replied trying to act cool.
"Well don't you fret darling, there ain't no bears around here, and we're almost there." Cordelia said smiling.
I expected to see a clearing full of men in white cloaks, with a rope slung over a tree branch. However stepping out of the woods, we found ourselves on a grassy patch that over looked the trailer park and the river beyond.
"Wow!" I said open mouthed.
She sat down on the grass, patting the spot next to her until I sat down. Cordelia launched into story after story about the civil war history of the region, and her life from the day of her birth until this morning.
She even spoke about the DNA tests she and her husband got. They wanted to find which Civil War general they could claim as kin. She turned out to be third generation Scottish, and he was descended from a slave woman named Mary-Elizabeth.
"So very ironic!" I thought to myself.
I smiled and nodded as she spoke, there was no way I could have slipped in a word. I looked at the river and stole glances of her cleavage when I thought she wasn't paying attention. When there was a full silence, I thought it was my turn to speak. Cordelia had leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
"Let's get these shorts off you." She said cutting me off before I could say anything.
"Uh, I thought you were married." I stammered out, I really didn't care, but felt like I should go through the motions.
"He was out all night drinking and whoring! It's my turn for some fun!" Cordelia said kissing me again.
That's all I needed to hear, I embraced her fully with both my arms, kissing her deeply. I didn't know how much time we had, so I wanted to get to business quickly.
Placing one hand at the back of her head, I kissed her sweaty neck, my other hand grabbed a fist full of boob on the outside of her shirt. She purred under my attention, but was not passive by no means. She ran her fingers through the short hair on my head' while rubbed my stomach. I don't have defined abs, but she was impressed non-the-less.
"Honey, you are so eager." She said. "Let's take our time."
"We don't have much time do we?" I replied between nibbles on her bare shoulder.
"We have more than enough, my husband won't wake for a while. She replied.
I took my hand off her breast and stared at her. This was the first time she didn't call me honey, sweety, or some other sort of nicety. That sort of attention to detail saved my life during the moments after that sniper took his first shot. Cordelia smiled at me when she realized my sudden caution.
"The time for compliments has passed, I want you to fuck me!" She said pushing me onto my back and then climbing on top.
Cordelia pulled off her top; her bra quickly followed. Her milk white breasts bounced out and into my face, I was in titty heaven! Her nipples were pink and erect, my mouth watered, as I asked until I could place my lips upon them.
She moaned as I worshipped her sweaty tits. Some men are ass men, and others admire abs on women; not me! I like breasts, bigger and sweatier the better! Without warning Cordelia slid off me, to kneel between my legs.
