Free Seduction At Sunset by Cristina Grenier Page B

walked out of the tack room.  He took up the reins of the
horse and led it to a stall.  He was raw, savage and real.  She had never been
so drawn to a man in her life.  She was out of control with some deep, primeval
lust overtaking her.  She felt moisture inside her panties as she watched him
turn the horse into the stall and the start back toward her.  She took a long
step sideways out of his path, touched her hair nervously and giggled.  He
grinned at her, catching her joke, but said nothing.
    “My car broke down out on the
road,” she said, trying to compose herself.  She waited for a reply from inside
the tack room.  She heard nothing and stepped to the door to see where he had
gone.  In the same moment he had started out of the door.  This time as he
caught hold of her he stumbled and they tumbled to the floor.  He turned in
mid-air and took the shock of the fall as she landed on his broad chest.
    “Seems like you are determined
to be in my arms,” he chuckled.
    “There are worse places,” she
whispered.  His mouth was only inches from hers.  She looked at the full lips,
lingering before her and in the heat of the moment pressed her lips to his. 
They were so soft, but manly and the feel of them sent a thrill through her.  She
began to devour his mouth with hungry kisses.  In a moment he responded with
the same passionate hunger and their mouths were locked in a passionate
grappling of tongues.  She drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it,
moving her lips back and forth like she was giving a blowjob.  She felt him
harden with her kisses and it drove her to even greater excitement.  Her
panties were already soaked as they continued the deep kiss.
    Her hand wandered to the
hardness in his jeans and she began stroking him through the denim.  She felt
the gasp of his breath.  He broke the kiss and in the same moment stood,
lifting her from the ground and setting her on her feet.  She began to feel a
sinking disappointment as he turned away from her again.  “Where is your car?”
he asked in a whisper.  His eyes had turned hard and cold as he steeled
himself.  She could see that he had already regained control of himself.
    “Ummmm… out on the road about a
half mile from the turn,” she composed herself again.  She was confused.  How
could he kiss her so deeply and so passionately and then turn away from her so
abruptly?  She followed him to the old, beat-up pickup and slid in as he opened
the door for her.  So this is how it was going to be.  The animal lust had
built up inside of her and she had given into it.  It was a solid blow to her
to have it turned off in only a moment.  Most men she would have despised for
doing such a thing to her, but to have this mysterious, incredibly confident
man turn away from her only caused her to want him more.
    He did not speak as he drove
her to her car.  She wasn’t exactly sure why he was taking her there until they
arrived and he said.  “Go ahead and get your stuff.  It will probably be
morning before we can do anything about your car.”
    She started to protest that she
could just use his phone, but biting her tongue jumped out of the truck and
grabbed her bag from the car.  She climbed back in and endured the silence as
they drove back to the house.  He took up her bag as he got out of the pickup
and she followed him inside, watching his graceful walk from behind and
enjoying the view.  She had to fight back her feelings and get control of
herself.  She couldn’t believe that she had lost so much control over a
stranger in the middle of nowhere.  She strengthened herself as they stepped
into the small ranch house.
    “You can sleep in here
tonight,” he said, directing her to a small room off of the large room that
included dining, kitchen and living rooms in one area.  He sat her bag on the
bed and turned to the closet and fished around until he found some blankets. 
“You might need some extra blankets; it gets