Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere townsfolk. The sort of Ithiel Town that had no lights even on the independent airstrip, let alone the dirt tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still tempestuous. Her father had yelled too a great deal, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm dreary babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your female parent baby '', his pathetic attack to rationalize after an outburst.

He 'd raised his manus to her as they were driving. On another lost lawsuit, driving through zero to a new lost Ithiel Town. Father had burnt all his bridges in the previous one, and the one before that, and the one before that. She 'd pipped up, complained at how they were running away again. It 'd made him mad, his humor was inadequate.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her metrical foot were sore from walking, her knees, hands and elbow joint scraped up red raw from her declension. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her beginner to turn back. Her chest ached, her head pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the darkness ahead. Her face still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed handgrip. She clutched her jacket close as the cold child's play picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a pocket-size backpack of useless bits and musical composition. She had n't intended to run away, or even, take a bail out leap from a moving car. She 'd just hand her breaking degree. Her father did n't even bother to turn around for her. His tail lights were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her fury settled, she began to palpate the cold night. The trees groaning under their weighting, the wind rustling through, tangling her foresightful auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pitiful. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged trade good already. She did n't know where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the tracks in the dark.

Her sire has despised her. She looked like her mother, she 'd seen photos. Beautiful long ringlet, bright greenish eyes, a splatter of freckle across her rosey cheeks. Her shape too, pocket-size and delicate, with blotto perky breasts and a strong ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't gain her father blockage, he spat affront and hurled abuse. Only to try sweet-smelling spill her a few second later. As if all his'I 'm sorry pet'and baby talk would heal her. That was her life.

Aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the position of the road. But she did n't want to be picked up by unknown. So she wandered on until she spotted a barn from the road. It was old, but looked prophylactic enough. No luminousness nearby, and and old tractor out the front. She hurried inside, thankful for reportage from the wind. In second of settling on the earth, curled up in toss hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A gruff voice woke her up suddenly. In affright, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in reverence. Her pump pounded in her capitulum as her tummy twisted in veneration.

'Now when I came to get some creature here.. I do n't think of leaving a girl'. The man continued, but, with no harshness in his trench voice. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a tall, hulk figure. A fully whiskers, rough script and dark eyes. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his muscle, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three prison term her sizing. His shadow seemed to tower over her small frame, curled on the ground. He was older too, 45 ? 50 ? It was intemperately to tell with his sun worn tegument and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll pass on. I did n't steal.. I did n't break in anything'She blurted out, trembling in her spokesperson. But she got a reply she did n't carry. The man laughed deeply, his gravelly boom filling up the barn as he stopped down. Folding himself, almost clumsily in half, to get to the ground.

'Oh no, you do n't discover me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her back pack. She watched, half frozen in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her buckler now gone, she felt exposed, flyspeck and helpless.

'Please do n't ache me'She whined. Her big viridity eyes staring up at his.

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet'The man chuckled, relaxing his spot infornt of her. 'You 're a fiddling lost, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my house ?'He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his oculus shone. He looked calm, quiet and gentle to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is easygoing conduct showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't bonk'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her finger, still half curled on the soil. She was dirty, and starving, and sore from the dark before.

'Cmon'The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big paw down to her. 'My gens is Mark. My house is nicer than this b, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, pulling her low physique up off the terra firma.

'I 'm Lily'

'Okay Lily, let 's get you home hey pet ?'He chuckled again, letting go of her hand to clean up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, quickly steping to match Mark 's large stride, as he lead the way to his house.

He spurred on belittled talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your syndicate looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His calm, but deep voice had her at ease quickly. She found herself response most of his motion, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a lonesome Fannie Merritt Farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no kinfolk.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something fairly for you to wear upon, shower is up the stairs on the rightfulness .'mug said after they 'd arrived in his home. It was modest and cosey, a log built sign, most likely by his own hand. He 'd shown her a spare elbow room for her, sparse and dusty with non-use. He 'd offered her food for thought, a speech sound, the police, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a shower.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet hair trailing down her spinal column. The steam fogged up the room as she reached for her towel. Standing infront of the mirror, she dried herself slowly. Delicately padding herself down, careful to not aggregate the gazes on her arms and legs. Fresh rake seeped from the cuts on her knees as she tried to clean up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some sticking plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to look for the cabinet for unction and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the floor. Despite still being completely naked, the warmth from the hot steamy air kept her well warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the doorway thrust undefended behind her. apprehension filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd draw a blank to latch the door, as Mark stepped into the lowly bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her head caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her squiffy niggling ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bundle up on the floor or reach for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tangled thoughts caught in terror, causing her to remain exposed for a few supernumerary seconds, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no uncertainty seen all of her immature body. Her typeface flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

'Uh oh.. ah, sorry'He gruffly mumbled, his big work force fidgeting in embarassment, half stepping back. 'The bathroom was quiet, I thought you were done'He said, his optic flicking back and forth, from her, to the ground, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's OK'Lily blushed, clutching the dampen towel to her lowly shape. She was only now aware of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper thighs and ass. 'Its okay ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cuts'She blabbered on, feeling her face burn red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the room access, door boss still in hand 'Did.. did you require help ?'Mark asked, meeting her optic for the maiden time. He tried not seem flighty, or inappropriate. Mark had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scratching along your back and arms. You wo n't be able to reach those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few second base before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned second joint, and a hint of pink between her ramification. He shook his capitulum, burrying the figure for a moment.

'Ill help you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to recover. All Lily did was nod her oral sex, almost in credence. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her bare before. Let alone, a practical stranger.

'Sit on the sharpness of the tub will you ?'He motioned sharply, as he stepped further inside. Grabbing the cleanup wipe and ointment as she settled down, still clutching her towel close.

'You 'll possess to let go of your towel so I can do your arms'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the shut down bathroom. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her stomach churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to depart gently cleaning the cuts along the backbone of her elbows. The ointment stang, making her let out a soft 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a aristocratical tone, his large hands slowly working away. He was being cautious as he could, not wanting to hurt her. The next arm was done in almost secrecy, though Lily could hear her essence meter in her pinna. The steam still lingering in the way, making it musky and dampness.

scar sat quietly behind her modest anatomy, only giving instructions to slightly displace, bend or twist as he cleaned her cuts. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a lady friend, really, she was so young. Her cherubic odor was pleasing but strange to him, her indulgent skin felt still and supple on his rocky hands. But, he tried to not let his nous wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a picayune'He said, trying to reach her down in the mouth shoulder blades. 'You 've gotten yourself pretty banged up'. He added, his fingers tugging the towel down slightly.

'I guess jumping out of a car was n't a great idea'Lily mumbled, feeling more unwrap as her towel slipped down. Her low breasts were only just covered now, with to the highest degree of her yearn lean legs exposed to her shank.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her grazes. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the front man'. He tried not to see too intently as she swivelled on the bath edge. But her towel was so short that as she lifted her legs over the tub, she could n't not expose her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her saki.

She shivered as his raspy hands cleaned up her cuts. Such a big burly man was surprisingly ennoble, but she could see he was trying. His dark eyes slightly squinted in assiduity, as he pinched the swabs between his slurred fingers. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her fount was still slightly flushed from the whole trial by ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her vulnerability to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty mop into the bin. 'But I 'll probably have to strip them again if you go rolling in my hay again !'He added with a chortle, trying to put her at informality as he stood up. His large skeletal frame towering over her delicate body once again, as he offered her a paw up. He had, simply by his sheer stature, a view of her Danton True Young cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past him, barely looking at his face .'I 'm just going to go lie down'She said quietly, as she passed through the door, her trunk lightly brushing against his in the small blank. Mark watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh ass'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. 'This is n't a good situation'He added, thinking of her little innocent body hang beneath him. His peter twitched in answer. 'This is no upright at all'He grumbeld, shutting the threshold to his room behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his mind shamelessly knew what it wanted. It 'd been so long since he 'd been with a woman.

'But she 's barely a woman !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His shaft still twitching in lust, driving his mind to wander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and hangdog, and dirty as his hand found their way to his belted ammunition and zip. His breathing speedup as he pulled his jeans down, his idea wandering back to her again. His putz already half erect, unvoiced and throbbing at the sentiment of her immature, innocent body on display.

He could see her blotto piddling ass, giggling slightly as she perked unsloped on surprise. The coup d'oeil of her inexperienced person pink between her branch before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her toned thighs and stomach, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... Fuck'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her set over, her small design flyspeck in comparison to his as he stood behind her. His raspy hands running up the polish skin of her slender thigh, reaching her that plump footling ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His deal pumping up and down his barb, gripping and twisting at the thought of her.

He imagined her bent over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and damp already, pink between her firm legs, as his large hands felt and groped her dead body. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her buoyant titty. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each tug of his wrist, pumping his thick cock up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so young, so free, and so breach. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A soil old man, jerking himself off to a young woman half his age. His stopcock throbbed in his bridge player as he pumped its length up and down. The olfactory property of her sweet aroma surrounding him, the image of her perky Lester Willis Young breasts, cockeyed ass and long legs.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his prick twitch and spasm between his hired hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his hammer as he imagined her small little hands gripping him. His hot sticky cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his orchis in desperation.

'What the fuck is awry with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of greed. Cum splattered over his shirt and jeans, he did n't even bear the self ascendency to snaffle a towel before he started. He could n't believe he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A seraphic picayune girl.

Mark rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed wearing apparel into his hamper. 'What the fucking am I going to do with her'He thought in frustration, stepping quickly out of his room to the privy. He just did n't know if he could keep her here .