Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The variety of town that had no lightness 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 father had yelled too a good deal, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm deplorable babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your mother sister '', his pathetic endeavour to rationalize after an outburst.

He 'd raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost crusade, driving through nothing to a new lost town. don 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 short.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding Natalie Wood. Her infantry were sore from walking, her knee, workforce and elbow joint scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her male parent to give up. Her breast ached, her chief pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the swarthiness ahead. Her face still stung from where he hit her, her arm ache and bruised from where he grabbed hold. She clutched her jacket close as the cold breeze picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small knapsack of useless bits and pieces. She had n't intended to run away, or even, take a bail out leap from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking point. Her father did n't even nark to turn over around for her. His tail Christ Within were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her vehemence settled, she began to feel the cold nighttime. The tree groaning under their weight, the idle words rustling through, tangling her foresighted auburn whisker. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nix. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pitiable. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged goodness already. She did n't do it where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the cartroad in the dark.

Her founding father has despised her. She looked like her mother, she 'd seen photos. Beautiful long locks, bright greens middle, a spattering of lentigo across her rosey cheek. Her figure too, modest and delicate, with tight perky breasts and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't establish her Father-God stop consonant, he spat insults and hurled abuse. Only to try sweet talk her a few minutes later. As if all his'I 'm sorry pet'and baby talk would bring around her. That was her biography.

ache, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the English of the route. But she did n't want to be picked up by unknown. So she wandered on until she spotted a barn from the route. It was old, but looked safe enough. No lighting nearby, and and old tractor out the front. She hurried inside, thankful for coverage from the wind. In minute of settling on the ground, curled up in put away hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A curmudgeonly representative woke her up suddenly. In terror, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in awe. Her kernel pounded in her capitulum as her belly twisted in veneration.

'Now when I came to get some instrument here.. I do n't remember leaving a fille'. The man continued, but, with no cruelness in his mystifying voice. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a tall, hulking figure. A full beard, scratchy hands and dreary middle. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his brawn, his iron heel dirty and worn. He was easily two, three time her size of it. His shadow seemed to loom over her small-scale frame, curled on the earth. He was older too, 45 ? 50 ? It was hard to enjoin with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll go away. I did n't steal.. I did n't break anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a reply she did n't wait. 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 come upon me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her backpack. She watched, half frozen in affright, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her shell now gone, she felt exposed, tiny and helpless.

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

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly confection'The man chuckled, relaxing his place infornt of her. 'You 're a little doomed, 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 middle shone. He looked calmness, quiet and placate to her. His big human body only intimidating until he spoke, when is piano deportment showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't lie with'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her digit, still half curled on the ground. She was dirty, and starving, and sore from the nighttime 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 theatre is nicer than this barn, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his script, pulling her small skeletal frame up off the ground.

'I 'm Lily'

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

He spurred on humble talking as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your family looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His composure, but deep voice had her at simplicity quickly. She found herself answer most of his doubt, sharing some affair, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a lonesome Farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no family.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something make clean for you to weary, shower bath is upstairs on the right .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his home. It was minor and cosey, a log built house, most probably by his own hand. He 'd shown her a free elbow room for her, sparse and moth-eaten with non-use. He 'd offered her intellectual nourishment, a phone, the police force, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a shower bath.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet hair trailing down her back. The steam fogged up the way as she reached for her towel. Standing infront of the mirror, she dried herself slowly. Delicately padding herself down, careful to not combine the regard on her branch and branch. unfermented stemma seeped from the cuts on her knees as she tried to cleanse up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster over the top after.

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

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the door push open up behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forget to latch the door, as Mark stepped into the pocket-sized bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her mind caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight little ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bundle up on the floor or scope for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tortuous thoughts caught in panic, causing her to rest exposed for a few extra second base, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no doubt seen all of her young trunk. Her face 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 quiet, I thought you were done'He said, his middle flicking back and Forth, from her, to the priming coat, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's okay'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her humble frame. She was only now aware of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper second joint and ass. 'Its fine ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cuts'She blabbered on, feeling her face burn red, and her hide sting with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the threshold, room access knob still in hand 'Did.. did you ask help ?'cross asked, meeting her center for the first time. He tried not seem aflutter, or inappropriate. gull had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes along your back and arms. You wo n't be able to reach those'. When he had opened the threshold on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the double of her plump small ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a lead of pink between her wooden leg. He shook his head, burrying the effigy for a moment.

'Ill help you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to go back. All Lily did was nod her head, almost in espousal. 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 edge of the tub will you ?'He motioned sharply, as he stepped further inside. Grabbing the cleansing wipes and cream as she settled down, still clutching her towel close.

'You 'll have to let go of your towel so I can do your arms'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed can. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her brain still screaming from embarassment and her venter churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to start gently cleaning the cuts along the back of her human elbow. 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 gentle shade, his magnanimous 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 spunk beat in her spike. The steam still lingering in the elbow room, making it musky and damp.

Mark sat quietly behind her minor figure, only giving instructions to slightly run, fold or twist as he cleaned her stinger. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a fille, really, she was so untested. Her perfumed odour was pleasing but strange to him, her lenient skin felt smooth and supple on his rough work force. But, he tried to not let his head wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a little'He said, trying to turn over her low-toned shoulder leaf blade. '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 outstanding musical theme'Lily mumbled, feeling to a greater extent exposed as her towel slipped down. Her small white meat were only just covered now, with most of her long lean stage exposed to her waistline.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her grazing. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the front'. He tried not to view too intently as she swivelled on the bathtub 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 pugnacious manus cleaned up her cuts. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gentle, but she could see he was trying. His dark oculus slightly squinted in denseness, as he pinched the swabs between his fatheaded digit. St. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her face was still slightly flushed from the unscathed trial by 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 swob into the bin. 'But I 'll probably have to houseclean them again if you go rolling in my hay again !'He added with a chuckle, trying to put her at ease as he stood up. His prominent framing towering over her frail dead body once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer superlative, a view of her young cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past him, barely looking at his facial expression .'I 'm just going to go lie down'She said quietly, as she passed through the door, her body lightly brushing against his in the small-scale 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 way. 'This is n't a good office'He added, thinking of her low innocent torso bow beneath him. His prick twitched in answer. 'This is no good at all'He grumbeld, shutting the door to his room behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his psyche 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 cock still twitching in lecherousness, driving his brain to wander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh screw'He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his manpower found their way to his belt and zip. His breathing quickening as he pulled his jeans down, his mind wandering back to her again. His cock already half tumid, hard and throbbing at the thought process of her unseasoned, innocent organic structure on display.

He could see her tight minuscule ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright on surprise. The glimpse of her innocent pink between her pegleg before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her intone thigh and tum, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... Fuck'He groaned, now beginning to rub his midst prick. He imagined her hang over, her minor design bantam in equivalence to his as he stood behind her. His rough hands running up the smooth hide of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump little ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His handwriting pumping up and down his calamus, gripping and twisting at the persuasion of her.

He imagined her bent over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and dampness already, pink between her firm wooden leg, as his orotund script felt and groped her consistency. Squeezing her ass, running along her breadbasket to her perky chest. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerky of his wrist, pumping his thick cock up and down, his heart closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so Loretta Young, so innocent, and so intermit. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A dirty old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His pecker throbbed in his manus as he pumped its distance up and down. The odor of her sweet-flavored odor surrounding him, the image of her perky young boob, tight ass and long legs.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and spasm between his mitt, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... piece of tail'He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her small piffling handwriting gripping him. His hot sticky cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his balls in desperation.

'What the fuck is faulty with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of rapacity. Cum splattered over his shirt and dungaree, he did n't even accept the self control to grab a towel before he started. He could n't believe he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A odoriferous little miss.

scrape rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed apparel 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 bathroom. He just did n't know if he could continue her here .