My name's Brad. I live up in the hills in the back country. I'm rather a big lad, being built along Schwarzenegger lines, though somewhat more handsome. Probably not quite as strong, though.
I'd been out hunting (not poaching, I had a license) and had come up with exactly zip. It was one of those days when the only animal prowling the woods was me, and I was now heading homeward.
Strolling down a back-trail I spotted someone coming towards me. It was a pretty young lady by the name of Sally-Mae. A sweet little thing was Sally-Mae, even though she'd never had too much time for me. She seemed to think I was some sort of moron. I'm not, but for some reason people look at me, say muscle only, and don't give me any credit for intelligence. This has counted in my favour in a number of instances.
Sally-Mae was more Tinkerbell than Xena. A petite little thing with a pixie face. I'd like to be able to wax lyrical about her figure but when you're Tinkerbell there's not all that much to talk about. Shapely enough, I guess, but lacking in volume.
It was a warm day and Sally-Mae was dressed accordingly, wearing a short-sleeved button-up shirt and cotton shorts. I'm quite sure she must shop in the kid's section still. Looking at her approach something was nagging at me. Then I remembered. She was married now. She'd recently married Billy-Joe who, in my opinion, was a genuine idiot, even if he did put on a good show of intelligence.
"Well met, Sally-Mae," I said as she approached. "You're looking good."
"Brad," she said, nodding to me. At least, she remembered my name.
"So how's married life treating you?" I asked. "And why are you wandering through the woods alone like little Red Riding Hood?"
"Marriage is just fine," she said airily, "and this Red Riding Hood can handle any wolves she meets. Billy wanted to go fishing and, not wanting to hang around and wait for hours, I decided to walk on home."
Fair enough I guess. Billy did know how to catch a fish occasionally. I looked at Sally-Mae, odd little thoughts running through my mind. Little things like how was she enjoying married life and what had she learnt? Things like, that shirt has buttons that are too small. Tug the collar apart just right and the buttons would pop open one after the other. I used to have a shirt like it, so I knew first hand. Another little thing that was nagging at me - was she wearing a bra under that shirt? I thought not, not that she needed one.
Before I had consciously decided to find out I had my hands on collar and was pulling gently in opposite directions. I was quite right about those buttons. The top one popped open and the rest followed, one after the other, the shirt gaping wide. I was also right about the no bra. Her breasts might have been small but they were firm and ripe, standing out all creamy with little pink nipples.
"You have quite lovely breasts, Sally-Mae," I said quietly. "A little small, possibly, but perfection comes in small packages at times."
"You great ape," she shrieked, slapping at my hands and trying to draw her shirt back together. "What the hell is the big idea?"
"I wanted to see you," I said simply. "And you are well worth looking at. It's going to be interesting finding out what you have learnt since getting married."
I let the shirt go, preferring to reach out and lightly stroke her breasts. She slapped my hands away, jerking her shirt together and starting to do up the buttons.
"I've learnt not to give men like you an inch," she snapped while buttoning.
Instead of buttoning up she should have been watching what else I was up to. She was still doing up buttons when I snapped open the catch on her shorts. Goodness me, the language she used.
"Knock it off, you jerk," she finished up. "You know I don't play those sort of games. What the hell makes you think I'll sleep with you?"
Her hands darted down to do up her shorts and I promptly took the opportunity to pop open the buttons on her shirt again. Seeing this left her breasts exposed she decided covering them up was more important than doing up her shorts. I caught her wrists and the result was her shirt was hanging open and her shorts were unbuttoned.
"What on earth makes you think I'm asking you to sleep with me?" I asked her, letting her see my amusement as she wriggled about, trying to get her hands free.
"Ha! Undoing my things and saying you want to find out what I've learnt. Sounds like it to me."
"Well, you're mistaken. I was asking no such thing. Why should I bother to ask when I can just help myself?"
With that I let go her hands, took her shirt, and jerked it down her arms to her elbows, effectively pinning her arms to her side.
"What? You wouldn't dare. That would be rape," she protested.
"Um, yes," I admitted. "I believe some people might call it that."
While speaking I'd latched onto her shorts and pushed them down, taking her panties along for the ride. She still had her clothes on but they sure weren't hiding her charms.
"Billy would kill you," she said, sounding slightly shocked.
"Oh, I doubt it. For a start he's scared shitless of me and also you'd have to tell him what happened. I don't think you'll do that."
"Come," I said, tugging downward on her arm. "I want you on your hands and knees."
