Chapter 14
Carol tied the horse to a tree then walked to the circle of bushes. She spread the blanket on the ground and wiggled out of her riding trousers and shirt. She unsnapped the bra and her breasts swung crazily free. Then she rolled down her panties and stepped out of them. She glanced at her watch. It was exactly eleven-thirty.
She threw herself down on the blanket, her arms at her side and closed her eyes from the sun's rays.
It would look perfectly natural, she thought. I was horseback riding and decided to take some sun in the nude in a desolate spot protected from prying eyes.
There was a rustle of bushes and a twig snapped. Carol pressed her eyes closed tight and desperately tried to control her breathing.
"Oh," he said.
She opened her eyes, shot up and quickly reached for her shirt, shielding her nakedness with it. "Abraham," she whispered, her face screwed up in surprise.
"I didn't know you were here, Miss Carol," he apologized.
His eyes swept over her. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only Levi's. The hair of his stomach glinted from the sun's rays. He swallowed with difficulty, unable to tear his eyes from her bare legs.
She lowered the shirt exposing her fleshy globes. "Well, you saw what I've got," she whispered. "No use hiding it from you."
"Sorry, ma'am," he said. He turned and made a gesture to leave.
"Where you going, Abraham?"
He didn't answer.
"Turn around, Abraham," she told him.
He did. She looked into his handsome, dark face; the piercing brown eyes, the full mouth.
"I don't mind you being here. As a matter-of-fact I'm sort of glad."
She saw the bulge begin to grow in the crotch of his tight Levi's.
"Come on over here and sit by me."
"Thank you, ma'am-but I have to go."
"I know better, Abraham."
"No, really, ma'am-"
"Come here, Abraham," she commanded.
He went to her.
She looked up at his hulking figure. Her hand reached up and traced the outline of his form in the Levi's. She felt it swell.
"Take them off," she said.
"Look, Miss Carol, we ... I can't do this. I mean you being-"
"Take them off, Abraham." Her hand went to the buttons of his Levi's.
He pushed her hand away.
"No!" He said it loudly, firmly.
She got to her feet. Her gaze took in his smooth, powerful arms and his stomach muscles. She walked up to him and brushed her finger across his lips. Her eyes flitted downward. The swelling below pushed insistently against the faded Levi's. She brought her body close to him and shoved her thighs against his hardness; then suddenly, fiercely, she embraced him, her lips seeking his body, kissing, caressing: his chest, his muscular arms, his thick, firm neck.
He stood motionless, like a statue.
She reached down and took his big hands and put them on her hips.
"I can't, ma'am. You know that. I know it."
"There's nothing to be afraid of. I won't tell. Your job is always safe-you know that."
"I've been here a long time and Miss Charlotte-likes me, and I aim to remain here, Miss Carol." His glistening, handsome face was intense and concentrated when he looked at her.
"You're afraid," she shouted. "You're a coward."
He pushed a hand through his tightly curling hair. 'It's not that, not that at all. I just don't aim to mess with you."
"Would you rather mess with those cheap floozies that work in the fields? They can't even speak proper English. I'm sure they don't even know what soap is supposed to be used for. What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing, Miss Carol."
"Stop calling me that!"
He backed away from her.
She went to him and threw her arms around him, pushing her lips against his, trying to force her tongue between his clenched teeth. She brought her hand down, quickly unbuttoned his fly and slid her fingers inside. She grasped his thick, trembling penis.
"Oh," she sighed, her eyes closed, her breath fast. Waves of dizziness took hold of her, and she fell against him.
Still he didn't move. Still he stood like stone. Still be blocked his feelings.
"Damn you!" she shrieked. "Kiss me back! Hold me in your arms!"
He stared past her, his face expressionless as she clasped his manhood, worked her hand up and down. With her other hand she unbuttoned him completely, slid the Levi's down past his dark, slim hips, freeing them to fall to his ankles. She looked at his brown, strong thighs and embraced him fully. She brought her hands up to his face and held him there, mashing her mouth against his thick lips, shoving her hips into him, begging him to love her.
He remained still.
Pulling away from him, she stared. Then she tried again. She kissed his ear, darting her tongue in and out and trailing her wet kisses in back of his ear, down the side of his neck to his mouth where she outlined his soft lips with her eager tongue.
He remained passive, permitting her to do with him as she wished. He did not move an inch.
"You louse!" she whispered in his ear. Falling to her knees, she kissed the throbbing hardness, running her tongue over and under the head. Suddenly she looked up at him, reached under and cupped his full testicles. A twisted smile flickered across her lips. She squeezed him-hard.
Still he didn't move, only his eyes betrayed the pain he felt.
Angrily she scrambled to her feet. She lifted her hand and slapped him across his cheek. He didn't move a muscle.
"I can say you tried to rape me," she whispered, her face inches from his, but only his eyes flinched. "One word from me and out you go."
Silence.
She shrugged and walked away from him. She settled on top of the blanket. On her back, past her upraised, spread legs, she looked at his towering, dark, glistening manliness. There were beads of perspiration around his forehead.
"Okay," she whispered. Her hand slid down over her breasts, past her stomach, along her hips to the blonde forest below.
He appeared to be staring past her, but Abraham saw every tempting movement she made.
Her gaze went to his still swollen masculinity. Her fingers sank into the softness of her inner thigh. "Have it your own friggin' way." She started to tremble. "Damn you!" she cried. "Damn you to hell!"
Carol butted her cigarette and climbed into bed. She hadn't gone down for dinner even at
Charlotte's insistence, keeping to her room the entire day and evening.
The event with Abraham had set her to thinking. She had humiliated herself in front of the man. She asked herself why? and came to the conclusion that the motivations for this were to be found deep inside the recesses of her mind. Try as she might she could not understand her actions. Why? Why was she behaving so badly? It baffled her. The manner in which she was seeking sexual satisfaction was frightening her. It mirrored the darker part of herself, the evil part. The part she dared not even think about. Was she deliberately seeking self-destruction?
She looked around the room. The four walls of the bedroom were beginning to shrink. Perhaps that was it. Perhaps she felt tremendous guilt for being kept by Charlotte. Would it be different with a man? Would it really?
She sighed deeply, reached over and picked up a magazine. She got into bed and idly glanced at the ads and photographs.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Come in, Charlotte," she said, looking up.
The door opened, and Charlotte came into the room.
"I saw the light and thought I'd come in for a second."
Carol put the magazine down.
"Sure you don't want a sandwich or something?"
Carol shook her head.
"Where were you all day?"
"Out riding."
"By yourself?"
"No. With the cook."
Charlotte ignored the sarcastic answer. "Missed you at the office," she told the girl.
"I didn't feel like working. I haven't felt like working-"
"For days now," Charlotte completed the sentence.
"Yeah, for days."
"I miss your visits to my room."
"I'm not up to it, Charlotte."
"So, I thought I'd come to yours."
"Grab a magazine and join the reading festival."
"I can think of something more exciting."
"Oh, Charlotte."
"Why not speak the truth. Hell, you know why I came in here."
"Lightning doesn't have to strike."
"I want to sleep with you. Nothing wrong with that." She reached over and turned off the lamp. "I want to hold you in my arms," she whispered.
Carol heard the rustling of clothing as Charlotte disrobed. Suddenly she thought of Abraham-of his hulking, dark, manly body. She thought of how she had kissed him, begged him to return her kisses, implored him to hold her, make love to her. Somehow, the frustration, the humiliation of her day with Abraham, suddenly excited her. When she felt Charlotte reach for her, she gave the woman her lips eagerly. She pressed her hot, bare loins against the woman, rubbing, clutching Charlotte to her.
Charlotte's exploring hands felt the large, pliant breasts, her fingers gently squeezed the tender tips.
"Do that to me, yeah," Carol moaned. "Do that."
Charlotte buried her face into Carol's long, golden hair, marveling at the fragrant perfume she found there. She drew the girl closer, clamping her arms about the girl's body, grinding her breasts against Carol's globes, her thighs wiggling against Carol's slender hips.
At first, the kiss was gentle, then it grew wilder as her tongue darted into Carol's mouth. Her mounting passion drove her endlessly, her mouth hungrily smothering the girl's. Suddenly she pulled back and got to her knees.
"What are you doing?" Carol asked.
"You'll see," she whispered hotly. Her hand reached under the bed.
"What's that you're reaching for?"
"You'll see," she repeated, putting the strap around her waist and fastening it.
"What is it?"
"You'll like it, Carol."
"You've been in my room. You put that ... that thing, under my bed. You had it all planned."
"That's right, Carol," Charlotte muttered against the girl's cheek.
Carol's hand reached for, and grasped, the rubbery tool.
"Lie back, baby," Charlotte urged.
Carol lay back, her hair spread about the pillow, her hands on Charlotte's hips.
"You'll like this, baby. I know." Charlotte's hands moved down to Carol's thighs and parted them. Slowly, firmly, she slipped the dildo into the girl. Her hands went under Carol's hips, pressing her body down onto the girl. Then she felt Carol sigh, and the girl's belly began to grind furiously against hers.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Carol cried. "Oh, do it to me! Do it good," she whispered, her mouth nibbling Charlotte's ear.
Charlotte felt the wild fury in the girl's love-making, a fury she had not experienced before. Grasping the two fleshy globes, she darted herself into the girl. She steered her body deftly and with each plunge she made, Carol groaned her pleasure.
"Oh, it's good ... good!" Carol cried.
Charlotte felt Carol arch her body and meet her every attack.
"Like that, like that!" the girl cried. "Don't stop ... ever!" She writhed and whimpered her delight.
Carol pulled Charlotte tighter against her thrashing hips.
"Now ... now ... now!" she cried.
Charlotte drove deeper; and when she heard the gasp of pleasure from Carol's throat, she closed her eyes and fell on top of the girl.
Now, just maybe, she thought, she had found what was missing in our relationship.