As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please remember, this is a work of fiction, meaning that it is not real in any way, shape, matter or form.
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Linda Wilcox screamed in delight as the man above her continued pummeling her spread naked body in the hotel room's king-sized bed. She loved the feel of his cock, penetrating deeply inside her, giving her one orgasm after another.
This was so much better than the sex she had with her husband of twenty years, she thought to herself. In fact, it was so good, she practically cut him off completely, only giving him enough to keep him quiet. She told herself that while she loved her husband, she deserved the sexual high she got from her lovers.
And, she added, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Right?
After the man, whose name she had already forgotten, filled her with his last load of semen, she got up and headed for the shower. She had to get home before it got too late and she didn't want her body smelling of sweat or sex.
"Same time next week?" the man asked after he put his trousers back on.
"Uh, yeah, sure. That'd be fantastic," Linda said from the bathroom. She heard the hotel room door close and stepped into the shower. She couldn't believe the sheer amount of cum now dripping out of her puffy, well-fucked pussy. Her husband would go ballistic if he saw that, she thought.
After cleaning herself off, she put her mini dress back on, grabbed her purse and checked her phone for messages. Nothing. Good, she thought. That meant her husband was probably still at his business meeting in Boston and wouldn't be home for another two hours. She left the hotel and climbed into her Toyota Camry and headed out.
She decided to stay off the busy freeway and took a two-lane country road that wound through the woods. The route was a bit longer than the freeway, distance-wise, but the lighter traffic meant she could make better time if she was careful, and the cops rarely traveled this road.
She had left the main part of the city and was zipping through the wooded countryside, driving a bit faster than the posted speed limit, when it happened.
The check engine light came on and the car suddenly lost a lot of power. She slowed down a bit and looked for someplace where she might get help. She heard knocking from the engine compartment and saw steam start to escape the hood. Her temperature gauge was quickly climbing into the danger zone and she knew she would have to stop soon.
Looking at the side of the road, she noticed a building with a light. Hopefully, she thought, someone there could give her some help. She spotted what looked like an entrance to a driveway and turned off the highway. Making her way slowly to the building, the car began knocking even louder and her battery light came on. She stopped in front of what looked like a barn with a lantern hanging outside and turned the key off.
Steam poured out from the hood as the engine died with a terrible clacking noise. She pulled her phone from her purse and tried calling for help, but found she had no signal. Odd, she thought. She had always been able to get a good cell signal on this road. Frustrated, she put her phone back in the purse and climbed out of the car.
She had just closed the car door when a young man wearing what looked to her like a dark suit with a tall, wide-brimmed hat came around the corner of the barn, holding an old-fashioned lantern over his head in one hand and a very long rifle in the other. Something about him seemed a bit familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it.
He looked her over, leaned the rifle against the barn and looked closely at her car.
"You okay, miss?" he asked.
"There's something wrong with my car," she said. "The check engine light came on and then it just died." The man looked at her as though she was speaking Greek.
"Your... car?" he asked. "You mean, this... machine?" Linda nodded her head. The man frowned and walked around the vehicle as though he had never seen anything like it, running his hand over the smooth polished metal. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry, miss," he said. "I've never seen anything like this. What's a 'check engine light'? What does 'camry' mean?" he asked, looking at the car's insignia. "And where are your horses?"
"I don't need any horses," Linda said. "And this is a Toyota Camry." The man's eyes grew wide.
"No horses?" he asked. "How do you pull this thing around?"
"I get in and I drive it," she said, getting frustrated. How can this man not know about cars? Then it hit her. Maybe this was one of those families who eschewed modern technology to live off the grid. She had seen a documentary about that once, but wasn't aware of any groups like that in this area. "Look, do you have a phone I can use?"
"What's a fone?" the man asked. Linda pulled out her smartphone and tapped twice. The man jumped back as the screen lit up. She held the phone up so he could see it.
"There's no service here," she said. "Can I please use your telephone to call for help?" The man shook his head.
"Miss, I'm sorry, but I really don't know what you're talking about. Why don't you come inside and talk to my pa. He'll know what to do," he said. Linda nodded her head and followed the man around the barn and to a small log cabin.
The man opened the door and motioned for Linda to enter. He followed, closing the door behind him. An older man wearing a similar dark suit sat at a table, illuminated by a candle and a woman wearing an old-fashioned period dress was hanging pots over a large fireplace.
She noticed there was no television, or nothing else that looked electronic or modern. Not even a light bulb or a table lamp. The man looked up as they went inside. His eyes opened wide at the sight of Linda.
"What's the meaning of this, boy?" he asked gruffly. The younger man set his rifle against the wall and approached the table.
"I'm sorry, Pa," he said. "This woman says she needs help with her Camry." The older man's brows came close as he frowned.
"What's that?" he asked. The younger man shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know, Pa. Whatever it is, it don't use horses. She wants to know if we have a 'fone.' I've never heard of that," he said.
"Well, neither have I," the older man said. He looked at Linda with disapproval. "Where are you going, young lady?" he asked.
"I, um, was going back to Centerville when my check engine light came on and my car died," she said.
"Centerville?" the older man asked. He shook his head. "Never heard of it. What's a check engine light?"
"See, Pa, she's talking crazy. And she has this thing that lights up when she touches it. Says it has no service," the younger man said.
"I don't like the sound of this," the older man said. "Nosiree, not at all." He turned to Linda. "You have a husband or something?" he asked. Linda nodded her head.
"Uh, Yes sir," she said, scared. "He's in Boston on a business meeting."
"Boston, huh?" the man said. "That's easily two days and a bit from here." Linda thought that odd, since the drive to Boston only took a couple of hours or so by freeway. He thought for a bit before speaking again. "It's getting dark, so I tell you what, miss," he said. "You can stay here tonight and we'll take a look at your Camry in the morning."
"Thank you so much," Linda said. The man nodded his head, taking in Linda's attire. He turned to the other woman who had finished what she was doing.
"Get her some respectable clothes and something to sleep in. She's darn near naked," he said. He turned back to Linda. "We don't have much room here in the house, but you can sleep in the barn. It's not too cold out and the Indians quit harassing us a couple months back. Dan'l here will get ya a bedroll and a couple extra blankets."
"Thank you, sir," she said. Indians? Sleep in the barn? What is this place, Linda wondered. Who are these people? The younger man, who she learned was named Daniel, got her a bedroll and two large thick blankets. The older woman, Mildred, gave her some old-fashioned nightclothes and a long heavy dress to wear in the morning.
"You'll have to wear the shoes you have, but watch where you step," the woman said.
"Breakfast is at 5:30 sharp," she said. "Dan'l will come wake ya up. If you have a need, there's an outhouse by the barn. And you can wash up over by the well. And for God's sake, get rid of that warpaint and cover yourself up. You look like a whore." Linda blanched at her words, given that she was just fucking a strange man just an hour or so ago.
Daniel grabbed an extra lantern and motioned for Linda to follow him. He escorted her to the barn and showed her a stall where she could put her bedroll. He couldn't help but look at her legs in her short dress. He had never seen anything like this before and he found the sight of her stimulating. He had to adjust his trousers more than once to hide his growing erection. Linda noticed and smiled.
"Like what you see?" she asked seductively. Facing Daniel, she unzipped her short dress and let it fall to the ground. Now, she wore nothing but a tiny black thong that barely covered her slit and a matching bra. Daniel's eyes grew wide and he took a step back.
"It's okay," she said, taking her bra off. "Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?" He shook his head as she pulled her thong off, revealing her shaved pussy. She ran her finger inside her pussy and walked toward him, but he put his hands up.
"Miss, please, I can't. I'm betrothed to another woman. I have to get back. You'd better cover yourself up," he said. "And don't ever let my folks see you do that." He opened the barn door nervously and began to step out. "Good night, miss. I'll wake you up in the morning for breakfast." He closed the door quickly and went back in the cabin.
