Tomorrow was here at last, I was getting married. I had been looking forward to this day for 2 years. I had met Mark 3 years ago when I was 18. We hit it off right away, became inseparable, and decided that we wanted to marry and start a life together.
My parents had never really given their blessing; neither of them liked him too much. But they never once tried to discourage me from doing what I wanted. To marry!
My father paid for the most lavish wedding for me, his only daughter. Nothing was too much expense. He welcomed Mark into the family even though he had reservations about him.
The wedding was a great success; everything went as planned, if not better.
I of course looked fabulous in my silk gown.
If there was to be a down side, it was because of my height. I am 5ft 11" tall. Mark is 6ft tall, and while it's not normally a problem, I usually wear shoes that don't allow me to top him in the height stakes.
He's a man of course isn't he, so he has an ego, that doesn't let him reconcile, that in heels, I am a lot taller than he.
I had thought about this for the wedding, but I had decided that I was wearing heels. I had told Mark, he wasn't very happy, because he said no one would know if I wore flats.
But I was adamant, heels I would wear! And that was the end of that!
What I hadn't told him, and to be honest, I hadn't thought of it was. I was having my long hair especially done, and it would be piled on top of my head, and that my veil would be added to that.
So on the morning of my wedding, with my heels, my hair up, my veil on.
I was about 6ft 5" or more top to bottom.
I suddenly saw Marks face in my mind, he wouldn't be very happy, but it was too late now, to wear flats would mean a dress alteration.
Me? I am Luanne or Lu for short. Like I said, I am 5ft 11" tall, long light chestnutty hair, its soft, I look after it, and its really nice to the feel and touch. I consider myself to be quite attractive, without being overly so, and I've always had lots of attention from men.
I weigh 10 and a ½ stones, or if you like about 147lbs, give or take, depending on the day of the week.
I have a nice lovely face; lips that love to kiss, and be kissed.
Nice bodied, always got something to grab hold of Mark says, have the boobs to match my body, I've been told I have childbearing hips. My legs though, are my best asset, along with my bum. My legs go on forever.
Nice narrowish waist, big feely tits, embarrassingly large protruding nipples, that can burn holes in me with the right handling?
A couple of boys had there way with me, by getting hold of them, and me falling into their lust for me. But all before I met Mark, and also one of my dad's friends, but we won't go there!
Any way, the wedding went off without a hitch, but Mark did comment on my stature as we danced. And then it was forgotten.
The following morning, we boarded our plane for the 3 week honeymoon we had booked to Colorado, and Arizona.
It was going to be the holiday of a lifetime, a 1 centre ranch holiday, all by the same company, even transferred to some of the further destinations by helicopter.
We would be mountain trekking, climbing, skiing, horse riding, all out door adventures. We would be sleeping out in the open under the stars etc. The Grand Canyon, you name it, we were going to do it.
It was an organised holiday, it cost an absolute fortune, but we would never get to do it again, so we went for the whole nine yards!
We were to be met at the airport by a rep of the company, he turned out to be a Native American, a Red Indian, and he said his name was Running Bear.
He was about our age, and really nice, I loved his deep American drawl.
He was easily 6ft 5", he towered over us, and big with it, rippling muscles, he also had moccasins on his feet.
He told us he would be our personal guide for the whole of the trip, and whatever we asked for he would provide us with it.
Running Bear didn't look like your average Indian; he didn't have feathers on his head etc. His hair was relatively short. He was wearing what looked like calf leather clothes, or as I found out later, buckskin.
Neither was he really good looking, his face was flattish, his skin? Well, Red Indian I suppose?
But you could see the power of him underneath.
We left the terminal, in a 4X4, it was a truck, as he put it; to me it was a huge tractor looking thing, with a cabin on top. But it was very comfortable.
We arrived at the ranch, and shown to our own cabin. A log cabin it was too! My mouth wouldn't work, it was fantastic, it had everything, Jacuzzi, bathrooms, showers, BBQ at the front, a beautiful open lounge, a massive open log fire. Phone, internet, and fax all on a credenza. A fully stocked kitchen, a fully stocked bar, heating, it had everything.
But the view off the veranda at the front was stunning, mesmerising to say the least.
I absolutely loved it; we spent the rest of the day just exploring our new home.
We ate and drank, then went to bed early and fucked like rabbits.
All this had given me an insatiable need to fuck, I wore Mark out that night, It was ages before I let him go to sleep, but only after much begging.
In the morning, the sun was streaming through the windows; I walked on to our veranda in my little dressing gown, and just drank in the views.
Someone must have seen me, or been watching for activity because a phone rang somewhere, I found and answered it.
It was Running Bear, to say breakfast would be served in 30 minutes, and brought over to us!
And it was, but it wasn't the kind of breakfast I was used to. It was an enormous feast.
Huge piles of eggs, fried, boiled, scrambled, bacon, crispy, soft, beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, hash browns, pudding, pancakes, some things I didn't recognise, but I tried. And it was fantastic, we ate like ravenous pigs!
By the time we were ready to do anything, or go anywhere it was early afternoon.
I had never been so happy in my life, this was utopia to say the least, what a life style this was, I was already wishing I could live it.
Running Bear suggested that, as it was our first day, we shouldn't waste any of it, so we might go trail biking. I was amazed, I hadn't thought of anything like this, and I immediately said yes, great. So off we went, up hill and down dale, or should I say up bluff and down valley, or crag?
We spent 4 hours out on the land; it was brilliant, when we got back both of us were worn out. It was 7:00pm and Running Bear said dinner would be in 1 hour, so would we like to get ready, jeans, shirts and boots were the order of the day, he told us.
I daren't tell you of the dinner, we were told steaks would be served. And I am sure I had the whole cow. I had never seen a steak so big; it was so tender, and so juicy.
We retired to our cabin, had a few drinks, fucked like rabbits again, and then went to bed.
The next day we went on a tour of the ranch and its land, it was amazing, I had never seen such views.
Running Bear drove us for miles and miles. We had a packed picnic, the warm sun was fantastic.
I started getting horny again, I don't know if it was the air or not, but my pussy was tingling away at me.
In and out of the truck, I was manhandling, and feeling Mark's prick and bum as we went, he was frightened that Running Bear would see us, so kept shooing me away.
I whispered to him, that tonight he was going to get it, like it or not!
He laughed at me, and smirked.
I knew that smirk, it was an 'I'll decide, what goes on, not you smirk!' And I thought to myself, 'Right my lad, you just wait, I'm having you, yes or no!'
We had gone through this before in our relationship; sometimes he wouldn't fuck me when I wanted fucking, and so we'd had a sort of fight, a wrestling match. And much to his and my surprise, I had won most of them. He is a desk worker, and I am surveyor on construction sites, so I get a lot more exercise than he does.
So in the last few months, he had avoided such confrontations, much to my dismay. But I did like overpowering him, in a gentle way of course, and then him being unable to resist me, and me getting the fucking I wanted. Like I said earlier, his ego, wouldn't allow him such aberrations.
When we got back, Running Bear gave me a look that saidb. 'You are a feisty woman, that's obvious' why I read that in his face, I don't know but I did.
We had another sumptuous dinner, and retired early again, this all this was wearing me out, but I still wanted to make love. Mark said he was too tired. He went into the bathroom, I followed to get him, but he locked the door! I was furious.
"Mark," I bellowed through it, "open this door right now!"
"I'm in the bath honey, go to bed, I'll see you in a while." He shouted.
I sulked away, and went to bed, determined to stay awake, so I could get him!
But tiredness overtook me. And when I awoke it was 9:30 in the morning. Mark was up and sat on the veranda.
"Good morning darling," he said quietly. But I was okay, my anger had gone, and I was looking forward to another day in paradise.
We went for breakfast, another banquet!
Today we were horse riding. Mine was a beauty, a large chestnut, with a huge flash on his head. "This is Blaze," Running Bear told me.
"Yours horse Mark is called, Blacky," obviously because of his jet black colour.
We walked them first so they could get to know us a little. They were gentle giants
We set off at a gentle pace and soon we were wondering all over. Running Bear was riding bareback, with just a small blanket under him. We had cowboy hats on, all that was missing were the six shooters.
Running bear showed us how to gather cattle, he was outstanding in the things he could do.
He lassoed a cow from a distance, and the loop just sailed over its head.
He was carrying the packed lunch for us, and we stopped on top of a ridge, the setting was straight off a painting, nothing I had ever seen was as good as this.
I was totally in love with this place, and already I was wishing I could live here forever. This was something for discussion when we returned from our honey moon.
In the middle of the afternoon, we were riding at a canter, when Marks horse was spooked by; it turned out, a snake.
He was thrown right off Blacky, and landed in a sickening thud, on the hard ground, I was sure I heard bones breaking.
We jumped off our horse's and hurried to him, he was hurt, and quite badly it appeared.
It looked like he had damaged his fingers, his lower arm, his upper arm, a shoulder, and his right leg.
Running Bear immediately got the radio out, and called the ranch, within 30 minutes, the helicopter was with us.
A trained paramedic came with it. And confirmed that all the places he was hurting looked very definitely broken, he had to be airlifted to the hospital 40 miles away.
I went with him, he was x rayed, then later operated on, and all the things they do in hospital. And they put his right leg in traction, just to be safe. He was a real mess, my poor husband. I was sure glad that we had taken out very comprehensive insurance. So we knew no cost would be involved, for medical expenses.
I stayed that night with him; I slept in a cot in his room. He was in pain, but also sedated, so he was feeling a little better.
