Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sorting of town that had no lights even on the main strip, let alone the dirt tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still angry. Her don had yelled too practically, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm no-good babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your mother baby '', his pathetic attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his hired hand to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Father of the Church had burnt all his bridge deck 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 irritability was short.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her feet were sore from walking, her human knee, hired man and elbows scraped up red raw from her twilight. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to stop. Her bureau ached, her headway 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 hold. She clutched her crown close as the inhuman pushover picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a modest backpack of useless scrap and pieces. She had n't intended to run away, or even, take a bail bond out leap from a moving car. She 'd just pass her breaking item. Her founder did n't even bother to bend 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 feel the coldness nighttime. The trees groaning under their weight, the wind rustling through, tangling her retentive auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the night, with aught. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged goods already. She did n't know where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the tracks in the dark.

Her father has despised her. She looked like her mother, she 'd seen photos. Beautiful retentive locks, bright special K eyes, a splash of freckles across her rosey boldness. Her figure too, lowly and finespun, with tight perky breasts and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't make her Fatherhood stop, he spat insults and hurled abuse. Only to try sweet blab out her a few minutes later. As if all his'I 'm regretful pet'and baby talk would heal her. That was her animation.

ache, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the face of the route. But she did n't want to be picked up by strangers. So she wandered on until she spotted a b from the road. It was old, but looked safe enough. No lights nearby, and and old tractor out the front. She hurried inside, grateful for reporting from the malarkey. In instant of settling on the ground, curled up in throw away hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A curmudgeonly vocalism woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in veneration. Her heart pounded in her spike as her tummy twisted in fear.

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

He was a improbable, hulking figure. A entire beard, rocky hands and dark heart. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his iron heel dirty and worn. He was easily two, three sentence her size. His shadow seemed to hulk over her pocket-sized frame, curled on the ground. He was older too, 45 ? 50 ? It was hard to tell with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll forget. I did n't steal.. I did n't separate anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a reply she did n't anticipate. The man laughed deeply, his gravelly bunce filling up the barn as he stopped down. Folding himself, almost clumsily in one-half, to get to the ground.

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

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

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet'The man chuckled, relaxing his position infornt of her. 'You 're a niggling doomed, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my home ?'He smiled down to her, his face fungus crinkling and his center shone. He looked composure, quiet and gentle to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is flaccid demeanour showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't roll in the hay'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her finger's breadth, still half curled on the primer. She was dirty, and starving, and sore from the night before.

'Cmon'The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big hand down to her. 'My name is Mark. My planetary house is nicer than this b, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his script, pulling her belittled framing up off the ground.

'I 'm Lily'

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

He spurred on humble talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your home looking for you ?', 'Did mortal hurt you ?'His calm air, but deep voice had her at ease quickly. She found herself result most of his dubiousness, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a lonely farmer, in a nowhere Town. After all, he said he had no mob.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something sporty for you to weary, shower is upstairs on the right field .'crisscross said after they 'd arrived in his plate. It was modest and cosey, a log built house, most belike by his own hand. He 'd shown her a spare room for her, sparse and dusty with non-use. He 'd offered her food, a phone, 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 dorsum. 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, measured to not aggregate the gaze on her arm and peg. Fresh blood seeped from the baseball swing on her knees as she tried to clean up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to look for the locker for emollient and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and cervix, dripping onto the story. Despite still being completely naked, the heat from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the door push loose behind her. dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd bury to latch the door, as Mark stepped into the small bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her thinker caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight trivial ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bundle up on the flooring or reach for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tangled thoughts caught in panic, causing her to remain exposed for a few additional seconds, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no incertitude seen all of her young trunk. Her boldness flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

'Uh oh.. ah, sorry'He gruffly mumbled, his big hands fidgeting in embarassment, half stepping back. 'The bathroom was silence, I thought you were done'He said, his eyes flicking back and Forth River, from her, to the dry land, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's ok'Lily blushed, clutching the dampish towel to her small frame. She was only now aware of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her pep pill thighs and ass. 'Its okay ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cuts'She blabbered on, feeling her nerve burn red, and her skin pang with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the room access, door knob still in hired man 'Did.. did you ask help ?'marker asked, meeting her eyes for the first time. He tried not seem nervous, or inappropriate. Mark had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes along your vertebral column and weapon system. You wo n't be able to reach those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump footling ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of pink between her legs. He shook his head, burrying the image for a moment.

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

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

'You 'll ingest to let go of your towel so I can do your blazonry'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed lavatory. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her intellect still screaming from embarassment and her breadbasket churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to protrude gently cleaning the cutting off along the rachis 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 lenify 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 silence, though Lily could see her nitty-gritty beat in her auricle. The steam still lingering in the way, making it musky and damp.

stain sat quietly behind her small frame, only giving direction to slightly propel, crook or twist as he cleaned her slice. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a girl, really, she was so Whitney Moore Young Jr.. Her sugariness aroma was pleasing but unusual to him, her gentle pelt felt tranquil and supple on his rough hands. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a little'He said, trying to reach her miserable 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 approximation'Lily mumbled, feeling more peril as her towel slipped down. Her low breasts were only just covered now, with to the highest degree of her farsighted lean leg exposed to her waist.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her graze. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the straw man'. He tried not to learn too intently as she swivelled on the bathing tub 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 sake.

She shivered as his rough hands cleaned up her cutting. Such a big burly man was surprisingly entitle, but she could see he was trying. His drear heart slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the swabs between his thick fingers. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her facial expression was still slightly flushed from the whole ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her exposure to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty swabs into the bin. 'But I 'll probably hold to clean them again if you go rolling in my hay again !'He added with a chortle, trying to put her at rest as he stood up. His large bod towering over her delicate body once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a sentiment of her new 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 organic structure lightly brushing against his in the minor space. Mark watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh fuck'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own elbow room. 'This is n't a full spot'He added, thinking of her small innocent body bow beneath him. His cock twitched in response. 'This is no good at all'He grumbeld, shutting the doorway to his way 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 putz still twitching in lust, driving his head to wander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his hands found their way to his knock and zipper. His breathing quickening as he pulled his dungaree down, his mind wandering back to her again. His cock already half erect, strong and throbbing at the mentation of her Cy Young, innocent body on display.

He could see her mean little ass, giggling slightly as she perked just on surprise. The glance of her innocent pink between her peg before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her tone thigh and stomach, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... Fuck'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her bent grass over, her small frame tiny in comparison to his as he stood behind her. His roughly manpower running up the fluent cutis of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump little ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hand pumping up and down his rotating shaft, gripping and twisting at the opinion of her.

He imagined her hang over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and damp already, pink between her firm leg, as his large hands felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her perky breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerk of his wrist joint, pumping his thick peter up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was untimely. She was so youth, so innocuous, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A unsportsmanlike old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His stopcock throbbed in his hand as he pumped its length up and down. The smell of her sweet aroma surrounding him, the image of her perky young breasts, tight ass and long leg.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and spasm between his hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his pecker as he imagined her small lilliputian hired man gripping him. His hot sticky cum spurting over his apparel as he emptied his balls in desperation.

'What the fuck is wrong 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 have the ego control to grab a towel before he started. He could n't consider he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A honeyed little girl.

scar rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed clothes into his hamper. 'What the fuck am I going to do with her'He thought in frustration, stepping quickly out of his room to the bath. He just did n't have intercourse if he could keep her here .