Over two months had passed since Jake Barlow escaped from the prison in Tennessee. The first two or three weeks had been rough. First, on foot, he'd headed for Gainesville, Georgia, because that's where a buddy of his had been living the last he'd known. When he got there, however, he learned that his friend was long gone. The local news reports, because he'd spent some time in the area, made frequent references to his escape. And his old acquaintances couldn't show him the door fast enough. He was glad that none of them had turned him in.
The whole thing pissed him off. Sure he was guilty. He wasn't the kind of guy to whine about how innocent he was. But it was only a couple of minor burglaries. The judge, a doddering old motherfucker, got a hair up his butt and sentenced him to ten years without the possibility of parole. His lawyer, a young kid from the Public Defender's office, said it wasn't even legal. And then didn't lift a finger to make an appeal. Jake was sure that it was his Indian blood, his being one quarter Cherokee, that got the old judge all stirred up and made the punk kid apathetic. Shit. Double shit, fuck, damn.
Prison had been hell. He loved his freedom. And he didn't tend to like other men. A few buddies, and that was it. But God did he love women and there weren't any at the prison he'd been in. No inmates. Not even female guards. He'd been able to exchange photos of naked women with a couple of guys on the outside but, in a way, it made things worse. He'd look at the photos and it would almost make him want to explode. Imagining their warm soft bodies against his made him want to yell at the top of his lungs and go climbing up the bars of his cell.
He'd made it through four and a half years before he decided he had to get out. It took another eight months before he could work out a plan and make it happen. And now he was out, had been for nine weeks.
For awhile, in the early spring, after hitting the dead ends in Gainesville, he'd hung out around the lakes. Shit, he was a burglar by trade, it wasn't that hard to get his hands on what he needed. Clothes, food, a tent, and an occasional bottle of booze. The one thing he hadn't been able to find was a woman. And he was a passionate man. He loved to fuck. He was used to fucking a lot before going to prison. All that desire had backed up in his system. His balls were so full they ached and felt as heavy as lead weights. He had an almost constant hard on. While in prison he'd thought about finding a pretty boy and fucking some of that desire out but it wasn't the same. He couldn't do it. And no one sure as hell messed with him. He wasn't, by nature, a violent man but he was big and strong. A couple of short encounters with the meanest of the mean alerted everyone in the prison that he could take care of himself.
While living near the lakes, setting his tent up in remote areas, he'd begun using a pair of stolen binoculars to scan the waters for female forms. Often enough, usually on weekends, he'd see a few. He felt as if he was trying to drink them in through the eye pieces of his binoculars. One time he got lucky. He still found it hard to believe.
A man and a woman had dropped anchor in a secluded cove across the lake, about quarter of a mile away. The woman, much to Jake's amazement, had almost immediately taken off her clothes. Every fucking stitch. The guy had done the same but with less enthusiasm. And Jake didn't give a shit about the guy anyway. Oh Jesus, she was cute. Big bobbling boobs and a nice round ass. Delicious jiggles all the way around. He'd thought very seriously of swimming across and laying it to her. But decided against jeopardizing his sanctuary. As it was he memorized every detail of her body.
The couple swam to shore at one point and disappeared into the woods. Jake knew damn well what was going on. That sweet cunt was getting fucked. She had her legs spread open and a cock inside her. Jake hated to jerk off. It seemed like a waste. If he wasn't shooting his seed into or onto a woman's body it was a total loss, as far as he was concerned. But he had to jerk off now. He was taking her from behind, rutting like a dog, watching her big young ass quiver as he pounded into her. He could hear her moaning. She was saying, "Fuck me, God yes, fuck me." He could almost feel it. Almost see it. Almost hear. When he came it was like a freak of nature. Shooting sprays of pearly cum he tossed his head back and screamed like a panther. A male panther calling to his mate. But it left him feeling so empty afterwards. God have mercy, he needed a woman. A real woman. One as hungry to fuck as he was.
That was six weeks ago now and the memory of that cutie's naked body was still enough to almost drive him insane. His balls had that deep heavy ache again. And he couldn't remember losing his erection even once in all that time.
They'd almost caught him down at the lakes. A couple of boaters saw him and his instincts told him to get out. He was already on the move when the chopper started making passes over the place where he'd been. That night he'd stolen an outboard, pushed to the northern edge of the lakes, and then continued north on foot after sinking the boat. In a shed outside a summer cabin he'd found a dirt bike which made traveling a lot easier as long as he was careful not to draw attention to himself.
Now he was holed up not far from Dahlonega, Georgia. It was small enough for the cops to be laid back but big enough to supply the things he needed. And because of the tourist traffic and the University he didn't stand out like a dog at a cat party as he would have in most other small southern towns. Over the weeks he'd been here he'd begun to cautiously explore the area.
DARLENE JEFFERSON HAD THE day off. And she was feeling lazy. There was nothing she had to do so she'd taken her time getting out of bed, showering, and fixing breakfast. Now she was sitting at the table finishing her last cup of coffee and trying to decide what to do with the rest of the day. She had the TV turned on with the sound down low. The flickering images gave a kind of companionship. The news was on, she noticed idly. The photo of a man's face flashed on the screen. Oh yeah, Darlene thought, That Jake Barlow guy.
A couple of her friends had told her they were concerned about her living alone, as isolated as she was. The way the woods came right up to her backyard would make it easy for a man like Jake Barlow to sneak onto the property and do whatever he wanted with her. Yeah, right, she thought. I wish he would. I could use a man. But the last I heard he was down south.
The thought made her squirm a little in her chair. Even that quick passing idea had made her pussy respond. She could feel the familiar ache, the tightening of her clit. Her nipples hurt. This was the longest dry spell in her life and it was making her a little nuts. Sure she had her toys and she made herself cum on a regular basis but it was a poor substitute for having a man hold you in his arms and do what a man does. Especially a man who enjoys a hot woman.
And she was hot. Oh Lord was she. To feel the weight of a man against her skin. His hard cock plunging deep into her pussy. Or, even better, into the depths of her ass. Thinking about it was making her ache painfully. Time to think about something else.
But remembering what her friends had said about her backyard had given her an idea. It was about time she started working on getting some sun. With that in mind she put her breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and went to change into her two piece bathing suit. Within a short time she was lying on her stomach, after applying suntan oil, feeling the hot sun soaking into her skin. She'd unhooked the top of her bathing suit and was lying with her breasts in the cups. After about twenty minutes she decided to turn over. Usually she kept her top on but this morning, for some reason, she decided to leave it off. She rolled over onto her back and then sat up. She spread oil over her body, paying special attention to her breasts. It felt good to massage them. Her nipples hardened. She settled back and considered masturbating. But the sun made her drowsy. She fell asleep.
IT TOOK JAKE BARLOW a second to realize what he was looking at. He'd been reconnoitering the woods since early in the morning. He'd seen the roof of a house from some distance away but had wanted to make sure that there weren't any people around who might catch him by surprise. But, as far as he could tell, he was alone. He'd then begun to approach the house. Because he was thinking like a hunter, watching for movement and listening for tell tale sounds, the figure lying on some kind of mat in the open space between the woods and the house didn't quite register.
And then it slammed into his brain. Pushing the breath from his lungs. He stood there panting like an exhausted cougar. A woman. A half naked woman. He could see the brown circles on her tits even at this distance. His hard on got harder, if that was possible, and started to ache painfully. His balls seemed to swell. He felt his legs shaking. His body made the decision for him. He wasn't even aware of having had a conscious thought. He was moving towards her pulling off his clothes as he went. The thought crossed his mind that there might be a man in the house who'd come running out with a 357 magnum in his hand to blow this crazy half naked man away. But Jake didn't care at this point. At least he'd die happy. The last few yards he was naked. His cock jutted out from his body and was so hard it barely bobbed as he strode closer. And then he was standing, looking down at her.
And Jesus God in Heaven he liked what he saw. This was a real woman's body, full and soft. Large cushiony tits with brown nipples like big sweet berries. Round ass that could take a pounding. But the part he was most hungry to see was hidden by a piece of cloth. Well, not for long, he thought. He reached down, grasped both sides of the bathing suit bottom, and jerked it down the length of the woman's legs.
DARLENE HAD NO EXPLANATION for what she felt happening. Struggling up into consciousness her first thought was that a huge wind, maybe a tornado, had struck and pulled off her swim suit. It took her a moment to open her eyes. And when she did the reality seemed even stranger. There was a tall muscular naked man standing at her feet with her bathing suit bottoms swinging in his hand. With an impressive hard cock. She glanced at his face and the knowledge of who she was looking at made her gasp.
"Open your legs," he said.
She was numb. She couldn't think. She'd heard what he said and had gotten the gist of what he wanted but her body didn't want to function. What her friends had feared was happening.
"Open your goddamned legs," he said again.
