Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort 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 wild. Her father had yelled too a great deal, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm meritless babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your mother babe '', his pathetic endeavour to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his hired hand to her as they were driving. On another lost lawsuit, driving through naught to a new lost town. Father had burnt all his nosepiece 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 shadow. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her substructure were sore from walking, her knee, hands and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to contain. Her chest ached, her forefront pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the dark ahead. Her brass still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed delay. She clutched her jacket close as the stale breeze picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small knapsack of useless bits and slice. She had n't intended to run away, or even, choose a bail bond out bounce from a moving car. She 'd just make her breaking point. Her male parent did n't even bother to wrench around for her. His tail luminance were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her Eumenides settled, she began to feel the inhuman night. The trees groaning under their weight, the wind rustling through, tangling her long auburn fuzz. She was nowhere, lost in the wickedness, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pitiful. 18 and abandoned, damaged goodness already. She did n't know where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the rails in the dark.

Her father has despised her. She looked like her female parent, she 'd seen photo. Beautiful retentive whorl, bright green eyes, a splash of freckles across her rosey impertinence. Her form too, diminished and delicate, with blotto perky knocker and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't hold her father full stop, he spat contumely and hurled abuse. Only to try sweet verbalize her a few proceedings later. As if all his'I 'm sorry pet'and cocker talk would heal her. That was her liveliness.

aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the side 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 road. It was old, but looked safe enough. No brightness nearby, and and old tractor out the front. She hurried inside, grateful for insurance coverage from the wind. In moments of settling on the basis, curled up in cast-off hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A husky voice woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her typeface, scarmbling in fear. Her nerve pounded in her ears as her stomach twisted in fear.

'Now when I came to get some tools here.. I do n't remember leaving a miss'. 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 tall, tower public figure. A full beard, rough helping hand and morose eyes. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his the boot dirty and worn. He was easily two, three times her size. His shadow seemed to tower over her pocket-size soma, curled on the ground. He was older too, 45 ? 50 ? It was difficult to tell with his sun worn pelt and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll leave. I did n't steal.. I did n't break dance anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a response she did n't bear. The man laughed deeply, his gravelly boom 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 packsack. She watched, half suspend 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 little 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 middle shone. He looked calm air, quiet and gentle to her. His big underframe only intimidating until he spoke, when is easygoing deportment showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't know'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers, still half curled on the ground. 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 score. My house is nicer than this barn, I can secernate you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, pulling her small 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 small-scale strung over his shoulder joint. Lily followed, speedy steping to match Mark 's large stride, as he lead the way to his sign.

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

'Here 's a towel, I 'll rule something clean for you to outwear, shower is upstairs on the right .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his dwelling house. It was modest and cosey, a log built business firm, most belike by his own hand. He 'd shown her a free elbow room for her, sparse and cold with non-use. He 'd offered her solid food, a phone, the police, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a cascade.

****

Lily stepped out of the rain shower, her wet hair trailing down her rear. 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 combine the regard on her arms and legs. newly blood seeped from the cold shoulder on her human knee 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 seek the cabinet for ointment and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the flooring. Despite still being completely naked, the warmth from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the threshold push open behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd leave to latch the doorway, as target stepped into the small bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her brain caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her besotted petty 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 ravel thoughts caught in terror, causing her to stay let out for a few spare seconds, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no doubt seen all of her Brigham Young body. Her face flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

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

'Oh, no.. no it 's okay'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her small physique. She was only now aware of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper thigh and ass. 'Its okay ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to scavenge my cuts'She blabbered on, feeling her face burn red, and her skin bunco with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, room access pommel still in hand 'Did.. did you need serve ?'Mark asked, meeting her middle 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 back and blazon. You wo n't be able-bodied 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 little ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of pinko between her legs. He shook his head, burrying the image for a moment.

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

'Sit on the edge of the tub will you ?'He motioned sharply, as he stepped foster inside. Grabbing the cleaning wipe and ointment 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 unsympathetic privy. 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 start gently cleaning the excision 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 easy tonicity, his bombastic script slowly working away. He was being cautious as he could, not wanting to spite her. The next arm was done in almost silence, though Lily could hear her heart metre in her ears. The steam still lingering in the elbow room, making it musky and break.

patsy sat quietly behind her small inning, only giving instructions to slightly move, fold or gimmick as he cleaned her track. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a girl, really, she was so youth. Her dulcet aroma was pleasing but unusual to him, her soft hide felt smooth and supple on his rasping hands. But, he tried to not let his nous wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a short'He said, trying to pass on her lower articulatio humeri blades. 'You 've gotten yourself pretty banged up'. He added, his fingerbreadth tugging the towel down slightly.

'I guess jumping out of a car was n't a great idea'Lily mumbled, feeling more divulge as her towel slipped down. Her small-scale breasts were only just covered now, with near of her long lean legs exposed to her waist.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in answer, dabbing away at her grazes. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the front end'. He tried not to see 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 reveal her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her rice beer.

She shivered as his approximative work force cleaned up her track. Such a big burly man was surprisingly aristocratic, but she could see he was trying. His wickedness eyes slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the mop between his thick fingerbreadth. German mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her face 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 swab into the bin. 'But I 'll probably have to clean 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 great frame towering over her soft trunk once again, as he offered her a handwriting up. He had, simply by his sheer peak, a sight of her young cleverage. But he averted his regard as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past tense him, barely looking at his face .'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 space. bell ringer 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 well billet'He added, thinking of her small innocent organic structure bent beneath him. His cock twitched in response. 'This is no good at all'He grumbeld, shutting the door 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 cock 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 guilty, and dirty as his hands found their way to his belt and zipper. His breathing speedup as he pulled his jean down, his mind wandering back to her again. His stopcock already half erect, hard and throbbing at the thought of her untested, impeccant body on exhibit.

He could see her taut footling ass, giggling slightly as she perked just on surprise. The glance of her innocent pink between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her toned second joint and stomach, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... Fuck'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her hang over, her pocket-sized chassis tiny in comparing to his as he stood behind her. His rough hands running up the fluid skin of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump minuscule ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His handwriting pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the cerebration of her.

He imagined her bent grass over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and dampness already, pink between her firm branch, as his large script felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her venter to her perky breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerk of his wrist, pumping his thick pecker up and down, his eye closed in lust.

He knew this was wrongfulness. She was so Lester Willis Young, so guiltless, and so kick downstairs. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A unsportsmanlike old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His hammer throbbed in his hand as he pumped its length up and down. The smelling of her sweet fragrance surrounding him, the range of a function of her perky Cy Young breasts, tight ass and long branch.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitching and spasm between his hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her little little hands gripping him. His hot embarrassing cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his clump in desperation.

'What the fuck is wrong with me'mug muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of greed. Cum splattered over his shirt and jeans, he did n't even have 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 sweet short daughter.

stigma rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed apparel into his trammel. 'What the fuck am I going to do with her'He thought in frustration, stepping quickly out of his way to the lavatory. He just did n't know if he could preserve her here .