1. Damsel in Distress


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: Varrick, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    her, and pushed his hat back from his forehead. He smiled, flicked a thumb over his stubbled chin and said, “You’re either lost out here, or an angel’s been sent down from heaven.” She was hot enough from the remorseless beating of the sun. However, Anya could still feel her cheeks redden. “That’s very kind of you,” she replied. “But I’m lost, I’m afraid. My car broke down back there.” The cowboy nodded. “And let me guess. No cell phone signal, right?” “Right.” He reached out a hand and offered it to her. “Then we don’t have much choice. Can’t leave a damsel in distress out here in the wilderness.” Anya couldn’t deny that the man before her was a handsome devil. Still, she was a little wary. After all, she was alone in the middle of nowhere with this stranger. “Where will you take me?” she asked. His smiled broadened and he kept his hand outstretched. “Don’t worry. I have a stud farm a little way from here. If you’d walked another five minutes you’d have found it. I’ll take you there, you can use the phone, call a tow truck.” Anya looked around at the rolling hills, and then turned back to the cowboy and his horse. She smiled again and nodded. “Okay,” she said. “That would be nice.” “No problem.” She took the cowboy’s hand and he effortlessly pulled her up onto the back of the horse. But as she straddled the beast, the heat combined with the animal’s placid motion and the manly odour of the cowboy to make Anya a touch light-headed. She found her face but inches from the ...
    stranger’s rippling back, and she inhaled whispers of sweat, leather, and smoke. As Anya touched her hands to his waist, she felt a tension she hadn’t sensed when they’d been talking. But now she thought of it, she noticed that she too was overwrought, and had to acknowledge that this was because of the obvious attraction between them. Because she needed his help and didn’t want to put him off by appearing wanton, she hadn’t wanted to recognise it earlier. But now she was up on his mount, with her hands slowly tracing through his shirt the firm curve of his hips. As she did so, Anya felt a stirring deep within her feminine caldera, and as her hands floated around to his powerfully muscled abdomen, she felt herself begin to moisten. Anya feared that if he made a move for her, she would not be able to resist. The cowboy tapped the heels of his boots against the horse and gave the reins a delicate snap. The animal began to walk, and as it did so, the movement sent through Anya’s widened legs the tiniest darts of pleasure. The crotch of her jeans was tight against her, and as she gently kneaded her fingers against the cowboy’s stomach, she couldn’t help but exploit the motion of the horse and grind herself against her jeans. For the longest time they didn’t say a word to one another, although if the cowboy had spoken, Anya would not have heard. She was lost, submerged in the realm of the senses, her hands caressing the cowboy, her face buried in his back, inhaling his scent, her hips ...
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