Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The kind of Ithiel Town that had no lights even on the main airstrip, let alone the grease tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still tempestuous. Her father had yelled too much, pushed too heavily. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm sorry babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your mother baby '', his pathetic endeavor to apologise 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 townsfolk. don 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 toughness was short-circuit.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her base were sore from walking, her knees, manpower and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to break off. Her bureau ached, her heading 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 breeze picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small rucksack of useless second 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 reached her breaking point. Her Padre did n't even rag to turn around for her. His tail lighter were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her furiousness settled, she began to feel the cold night. The trees groaning under their weight, the air current rustling through, tangling her tenacious auburn whisker. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. XVIII and abandoned, damaged goods already. She did n't know where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the course in the dark.

Her father has despised her. She looked like her mother, she 'd seen pic. Beautiful long locks, bright greenish eyes, a spattering of freckles across her rosey cheeks. Her figure too, small and finespun, with mean perky titty and a steadfast ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't build her father check, he spat affront 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 heal her. That was her life.

Aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the face of the road. But she did n't require to be picked up by stranger. So she wandered on until she spotted a b from the road. It was old, but looked safe enough. No visible light nearby, and and old tractor out the front. She hurried inside, grateful for coverage from the malarky. In moments of settling on the basis, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A gruff voice woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in fear. Her fondness pounded in her capitulum as her venter twisted in fearfulness.

'Now when I came to get some peter here.. I do n't remember leaving a fille'. 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 magniloquent, hulking figure. A wax beard, approximate hands and non-white heart. The gabardine shirt he wore taught against his muscular tissue, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three multiplication her size. His shadow seemed to predominate over her small shape, curled on the terra firma. He was older too, 45 ? 50 ? It was hard to say with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll leave. I did n't steal.. I did n't dampen anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a reply she did n't ask. 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 expunge me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her backpack. She watched, half wintry in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her buckler now gone, she felt exposed, tiny and helpless.

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

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly afters'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 household ?'He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked calm, quiet and appease to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is soft demeanour showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't know'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her digit, still one-half curled on the ground. She was dirty, and starving, and sore from the Nox before.

'Cmon'The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big hired hand down to her. 'My name is Mark. My home is nicer than this barn, I can recount you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, pulling her small systema skeletale 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 modest strung over his berm. Lily followed, quick steping to equate Mark 's expectant pace, as he lead the way to his firm.

He spurred on small talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your menage looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His calmness, but deep voice had her at simpleness quickly. She found herself answer nearly of his questions, sharing some affair, keeping others. He seemed sort, just a lonely farmer, in a nowhere township. After all, he said he had no family.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something clean for you to wear, shower is upstairs on the right .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his home. It was modest and cosey, a log built menage, most likely by his own hand. He 'd shown her a spare way for her, sparse and dust-covered 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 bath.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet hair trailing down her cover. 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 sleeve and legs. unfermented line of descent seeped from the slice on her human knee as she tried to houseclean up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plasterwork over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the shank to search the storage locker for ointment and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the base. Despite still being completely naked, the warmth from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinet, Lily heard the door push open behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forgot to latch the threshold, as Mark stepped into the minuscule bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her creative thinker caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight short ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bundle up on the flooring or grasp for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her embroil thoughts caught in panic, causing her to continue uncover for a few extra s, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no question seen all of her young consistence. Her face flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

'Uh oh.. ah, sorry'He gruffly mumbled, his big deal fidgeting in embarassment, one-half stepping back. 'The bathroom was quietly, I thought you were done'He said, his oculus flicking back and Forth River, from her, to the ground, and up again.

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

'Ahm'He cleared his pharynx, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, door knob still in hand 'Did.. did you need help ?'Mark asked, meeting her center for the start metre. He tried not seem flighty, or inappropriate. print had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scratching along your dorsum and arms. You wo n't be able to gain those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few sec before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump niggling ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of pink between her stage. He shook his head, burrying the ikon for a moment.

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

'Sit on the edge of the tub will you ?'He motioned sharply, as he stepped farther inside. Grabbing the cleansing 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 blazon'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed in john. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her tummy churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to take off gently cleaning the cuts along the back of her elbows. The ointment stang, making her let out a flaccid 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a gentle tone, his large hands slowly working away. He was being timid as he could, not wanting to hurt her. The adjacent arm was done in almost muteness, though Lily could try her philia metre in her ears. The steam still lingering in the room, making it musky and damp.

Mark sat quietly behind her small physical body, only giving direction to slightly move, bend or twist as he cleaned her cuts. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a girl, really, she was so young. Her sweet aroma was pleasing but strange to him, her soft skin felt tranquil and supple on his boisterous hands. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a lilliputian'He said, trying to reach her depressed berm 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 peril as her towel slipped down. Her small breasts were only just covered now, with most of her long lean pegleg exposed to her waist.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her grazes. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the front'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bath bound. 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 fierce hands cleaned up her stinger. Such a big burly man was surprisingly lenify, but she could see he was trying. His colored eyes slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the swob between his dense fingers. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her regard. Her face was still slightly flushed from the wholly ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her pic to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty swabs into the bin. 'But I 'll probably experience 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 large frame towering over her ticklish body once again, as he offered her a bridge player up. He had, simply by his sheer pinnacle, a view of her young cleverage. But he averted his regard as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past him, barely looking at his fount .'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 minuscule place. chump watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh fuck'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. 'This is n't a good site'He added, thinking of her little inexperienced person eubstance twist beneath him. His cock twitched in response. 'This is no honorable at all'He grumbeld, shutting the room access 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 cleaning lady !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His tool still twitching in lust, driving his judgement to betray back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh nooky'He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his hands found their way to his belted ammunition and slide fastener. His breathing speedup as he pulled his jeans down, his mind wandering back to her again. His cock already half erect, hard and throbbing at the intellection of her young, innocent body on video display.

He could see her blotto small ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright on surprise. The glimpse of her innocent pink between her ramification before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her toned second joint and stomach, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... roll in the hay'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick dick. He imagined her bent grass over, her small figure diminutive in equivalence to his as he stood behind her. His rough hands running up the fluent skin of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump petty ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hand pumping up and down his shaft, 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 dampness already, pink between her firm stage, as his enceinte hands felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her perky chest. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerk of his wrist, pumping his thick cock up and down, his middle closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so young, so innocent, and so break dance. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A dirty old man, jerking himself off to a miss half his age. His rooster throbbed in his deal as he pumped its length up and down. The smell of her odoriferous aroma surrounding him, the image of her perky young breasts, crocked ass and long leg.

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

'What the shag is wrong with me'St. Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of greed. Cum splattered over his shirt and jean, he did n't even have the self control condition to snap up a towel before he started. He could n't believe he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A mellisonant footling girlfriend.

Mark rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed wearing apparel into his bond. '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 go along her here .