J Watson: The unfaithful wife

Alan Wilson was on his way home after a dull and exhausting business trip. Sometimes Alan wondered if the money he made from such trips was worth it. Sure, he had the best things that money could buy. A big house with a swimming pool. A wife who knew the right things to say and how to wear her clothes. He had everything a man could ask for.

Except that his life wasn't exciting.

Alan was the advertising man for a hamburger chain. It was his job to think of little jingles that would sell the hamburgers. His wife thought that his jingles were works of art. He thought that most of them were disgusting, and a waste of the natural talent he had.

It was thinking of his wife and home that made Alan turn off the highway he regularly used. He'd decided that he would drive through the mountains instead. It would mean that he would be two days late getting back to his dull life. Alan wondered why he should feel so turned-off by the life he led. Perhaps it was his wife. She'd been an exciting woman when he married her, but lately he had found himself looking at other women – although he had never really considered being unfaithful.

Not that he didn't have plenty of opportunities.

There were beautiful, willing girls around the office and business trips. He just never seemed to have the time for them.

Alan didn't see the tree blocking the road until he was nearly on top of it. In his sudden panic he nearly forgot everything he had ever been told about mountain driving. He hit his brakes too soon and too hard. The car went into a skid and he heard a sickening crunch as it hit the ditch.

His car was a total wreck.

He got out to look at it and saw that one side was completely crumpled. There was no way he was going to get it out of the ditch by himself. And it was getting cold. Alan had forgotten how cold and desolate the mountain roads could get at dark on a winter night.

He was wondering what he was going to do when he heard someone coming through the woods. He wasn't prepared for the girl who appeared. For one thing she looked so much like a mountain girl was supposed to look. Her hair was a rich red color and it hung down her back in a tangled mass. Her eyes were a pretty green and looked at him in an amused way.

She wore shorts and a tiny halter top that did little to conceal her huge breasts. Her stomach was flat and tanned as were her long, shapely legs.

"Hi," she said. "It looks like you've got a problem."

"I sure have," Alan agreed. "And I'm glad to see you. Maybe I could use your phone and call a station."

"There's no phone," she said.

She walked around his car as if she was seeing one for the first time. Alan responded to the way her plump, pretty ass filled her tight shorts. He couldn't remember having felt this way about a woman in a long time.

"Sure was a pretty car," she said.

"Maybe you know of a station I could walk to," he suggested. "Someone who can pull my car out?"

"Daddy's got a truck," she said. "He'd be able too pull you out."

"Good," Alan said. "I could pay him. You see, I'm kind of in a hurry."

"He wouldn't take no money," the girl said. "He's nice about helping folks."

"Could I talk to him?" Alan asked.

"You might when he gets back," the girl said, running her fingers across the side of his car. "He's going to be gone for a week."

"A week?" Alan asked. Alan began to think the girl was slow. But that didn't make him any less responsive to her. In fact, it seemed to make her more attractive. She was healthy in a savage kind of way. Alan thought that lovemaking for her could be on an animal level.

"Is there anyplace I can get help right now?" Alan asked.

"You might try Harry's place on Monday," the girl said. "But he won't help nobody on the week-end."

"How about a motel then?" Alan said. "Is there a place I can stay."

The girl considered his question. She was still running her fingers over his car and leaning close so that her breasts pressed against it. Every time she bent over Alan could see her deep cleavage. She sure had a whopping pair of tits for such a young girl.

"You come home with me," she finally said.

"I couldn't," he said.

"Yes," she said. "Mama won't mind."

She seemed to think this settled the question and she started off walking. He called to her but she didn't turn around. He figured he had no choice. Maybe her mother would be a little more practiced in the art of conversation.

He followed her into the woods and up a wet embankment. The sexy young girl was as sure-footed as a mountain goat. He slid down a couple of times and he knew his suit was mined.

"Yaw sure aren't a woodsman," she said, as she stood waiting for him to catch up.

"No," he said, breathing hard.

"You're different from the boys around here," she said. "I think you're nice looking."

"Where's your place?" he asked.

"Just up there a little way," she said.

She started off again and he followed. This time she walked a little slower.

"I'm Stella Anderson," she said. "What's your name?"

"Alan Wilson."

"That's a nice name. It suits you. Do you think I'm pretty, Alan?"

"Yes," he answered. "I think you're very pretty."

"Would you like to fuck me?"

Alan gasped. At first he didn't think he had heard the question right. Fucking her was exactly what he wanted to do.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Eighteen," she answered, "but you don't have to worry. I've been fucking a long time. I'm good."

"You're crazy," he said.

"Sure, I am," she said, laughing. "But you want to. I can see it in your eyes."

This had to be the damnedest situation that Alan had ever been involved in. Here was the nicest looking girl he'd ever seen asking him if he wanted to fuck.

"The boys around here are dull," Stella said. She put her fingers on his arm and stroked him just like she'd been stroking the car. "I mean, they know where to put it, but they don't treat a girl right. I think some of them would rather do it with sheep and cows."

"You shouldn't be talking this way," he said, pulling his arm back.

He had a hard-on in his trousers that was threatening to break out at any minute.

"I know you want to," she said, and she put her hand on his cock. She only left it there for a second and he could feel the warmth of her hand. Then she pulled her hand away laughing. "Mmmmm. I bet you know how to treat a girl."

She turned around and started walking away from him again. He stood there with his mouth open. Had this sweet young thing really touched his prick?

She turned off on a well trodden path and he followed. In a few minutes they were standing in front of a huge red barn, just like the ones in the paintings.

"We'll go in here," she said.

She went into the barn and again he followed. She climbed up a ladder and he went up after her. They were standing in a little wooden room that smelled of hay.

"I thought you said we were going to your house," he said.

"We will," she said, ginning. "But first we're going to have a little fun. Wouldn't you like that?" He felt like screaming. The sexy young girl reached behind her back and unbuttoned her halter. He trembled with excitement as she shrugged the halter off her shoulders.

Alan's mouth dropped open as he stared at the luscious melon-shaped tits that spilled out of her halter. Her firm, shapely tits were tanned just as deeply brown as she was. Almost a nut-brown. Like a South Seas girl.

The contrast of her big red nipples made his cock grow even harder. His mouth filled with saliva as he stared at her. Her tits were the type that just begged to be sucked on. He watched her run her palms under her tits and lift them up as if she was giving him an offering.