Outback
written by:
goodlittlegirl

Carlene struggled to breathe! He was a big man, and when he took her like this, he weight on her drove the air from her lungs. Her legs were spread wide, knees raised high, and his belly slapped against her each time he drove in deep. He smelt of dust and sweat. Not a totally unpleasant combination, and his whiskery stubble rasped against her neck as he placed gentle but insistent kisses there. At last he found her mouth. Their tongues dualed, even as his fingers found her eager opening and.......................

The camp fire had burned down low, just embers glowing in the velvet black of outback night. Even the stars were invisible, separated by a low ceiling of cloud. Carlene took a few moments to realise where she was. The dream was always the same. She rolled onto her back in the sleeping bag, and slipped a hand down inside the waist band of her pyjamas, down between her legs. She was wet, but it wasn't semen that flowed from her.

That's how it always was. Her faceless "lover" was an older man. And in the dream she was both reluctant and eager to give herself to him. Dreams can be like that. And just as invariably, she awoke feeling very, very horny and wet!

Carlene allowed her fingers to play between her legs, and it wasn't long before she rolled on her side, snapping her long shapely legs together around her fingers, shuddering with an intense orgasm, and muffling her cry of pleasure into the pillow.

First light cast a pale glow inside the tent, and she awoke to old Albert's gruff call. "Come on Missy, sun's nearly up and breakfast's on! We're moving out soon. Wakey wakey."

"OK OK! I'll be out in a minute!" She replied with more than a bit of hostility in her voice.

She heard Old Albert grumble, and his boots crunch off back toward the fire, which was flaring now. She hadn't meant to fall back to sleep. Old Albert, as he was known to all and sundry, was a stockman for the McDougal's cattle station in far western Queensland. The station was measured in square miles rather than acres. Rumour had it that Old Albert has owned a cattle run of his own at one stage but was forced to sell to the bank when the drought worsened and he had to sell off his stock at next to nothing prices. He was a nice old guy. Carlene guessed he was in his late fifties. No one knew for sure, and Old Albert wasn't someone you asked a question of like that. He was a loner, who only spoke when he had something he wanted to say, which wasn't often.

Carlene was one of those rare people who lived in the city but enjoyed the rough and tumble of the outback. She was staying with her uncle and aunt who managed another large cattle station adjacent to the McDougal's. It was they who suggested she go out with Old Albert when he inspected the fence lines and carried out whatever repairs were necessary. It was a task that usually took a week to complete on horseback. She enjoyed the solitude out here, and Old Albert certainly didn't encroach on her privacy.

Carlene was a good looking young woman in her late twenties. She was headstrong and not always easy to get along with. That suited Old Albert just fine. He secretly admired her stubbornness because she was an intelligent girl and those two aspects of her personality fitted well for him. In many ways, she reminded him of himself at that age. And she was easy on the eye, he had to admit. To himself, of course.

After breakfast and a tidy up of the camp site, she and Old Albert rode out to inspect the northern fence line. It was hot and they rode in silence. It was an amicable sort of silence, but silence just the same. She helped clear a huge fallen eucalyptus branch off part of the fence where it had snapped some of the wiring. By mid afternoon, she was hot, sweaty and tired. When they rode back into their camp beside the river a little while later, she was feeling stiff and sore from another day in the saddle. The sun was low on the horizon, and before she prepared the evening meal for them both, she decided on a swim in the river. At least there were no crocodiles around these parts!

Carlene walked the 100 metres or so to the river bank. She carried a towel carelessly over her shoulder, and a small bag with some clean clothes. The river flowed slowly in a ravine and was well out of sight of the camp. Gnarled gum trees lined it's bank like old soldiers, and the vivid green of a few scattered willow trees softened the otherwise harsh surroundings. She knew Old Albert would be busy unsaddling their horses and brushing them down. That was his job. Just as the cooking was her's.

The cool brown waters beckoned. Carlene kicked of her boots and stripped off her dusty shirt and sweat stained bra. Then her moleskin trousers and panties, until she stood there buck naked in the softening light of late afternoon. She was a tall woman, solidly built, without carrying an ounce of excess fat. Statuesque would be an apt description. She had short dark wavey hair that came almost to her shoulders. Right at that moment, she could have easily been the model for one of the old master painters. In the glow of the setting sun, her skin took on a coppery golden hue.

Carlene stepped carefully into the sluggish water until it was up to her waist. Then deeper until she was swimming out in the middle. The blissfully cooling water was like a balm to her soul. She swam confidently to the opposite bank, then back again. Carlene was a strong swimmer, and had competed in her state's swimming squad, and had even been under consideration for the Olympics when she was 17. But the strict training regime didn't really suit her, and any dreams of Olympic glory quickly faded. That all seemed so long ago, now.

She gained her footing and emerged from the water dripping, when she heard old Albert call from close by.

"Hey Missy!" He always called her Missy, and she kind of liked it. He was sitting on a log, a horse shoe in one hand, and seemed to be oblivious to her state of nudity. "Your filly has thrown a shoe. Looks like she's got a bit of a limp, too."

Strangely, Carlene's first instinct was not to snap an arm over her breasts and a hand down over her private parts. She simply stood there, the river swirling about her knees. It all seemed so natural, somehow.

"Oh?" was all she said.

"I can put a new shoe on her alright and I've got some liniment. She should be alright by morning." It was the most number of words she had ever heard him speak!

"Oh....ah....yeah, I hope so. Thanks."

"You always go swimmin' nude?" That was definitely the first question she'd ever heard him ask!

Carlene looked him straight in the eye and said, "Only if I think no one is spying on me!" The edge in her voice was apparent, and even Old Albert couldn't miss it.

"Wasn't spyin' on yer Missy", he drawled, but his eyes were unabashedly taking all of her in. "Didn't know you would be swimmin' in the raw. Woulda waited for yer to get back, if I did."

Carlene climbed up the bank as Old Albert watched. "It's OK. I know you didn't intend to spy on me. Just got a bit of a start, that's all." She bent to pick up the towel, and Old Albert looked uncomfortable for the first time, and looked away. When he looked back, she had the towel draper around her, and deftly slipped on her clean clothes under cover of the towel.

"Been a while since you saw a woman naked?" Her voice teased, playfully. Old Albert dropped his eyes. "20 years." And before she could exclaim he continued. "My wife. She was killed in a plane crash in '86. Her and me only boy. He was 8. They were coming back from Townsville. You know, one of them light planes. One motor. Never did trust anything that flies without flappin' it's wings! There was a storm, and they reckon the pilot got himself lost or somethin'. Anyway, they crashed into Mt Winjirrup. Didn't find the wreck for a couple a days. So yeah, you're the first woman..........." His voice trailed off and Carlene reached out and took his right hand in both of hers.

"I'm so sorry, Albert. I had no idea. I'm very sorry."

"Call me Bert. It's alright. Not your fault." He paused, then in his usual gruff manner, said "A man could bloody starve around here!" With that, he turned and headed back to the camp.

Carlene followed him quickly. She prepared their meal of canned rations and a few left over vegetables that were not exactly fresh any more, on the hot plate over the fire. They ate in silence, which wasn't unusual, but tonight there was something else in the air that made it all very unusual. Things that needed to be said. Questions that needed to be asked.

Carlene was genuinely sorry to hear about his tragedy, but she couldn't help wondering why he had never found someone else in all that time. She remembered the way he had looked at her from the river bank. It had been .........almost wistful.

As she was thinking of how to break the silence in the most tactful way, Old Albert said, "You're a good looker." It was said abruptly, but there was a note of something deeper. She didn't take offence, but it sounded like he was afraid she might. Like he didn't know any other way of expressing himself. Carlene stopped eating and placed her metal panniken on the camp table.

"Thank you. I'm glad you think so." Old Albert hung his head, embarrassed. Carlene went on. "It's not often a woman receives a compliment as genuine as that. Would you like to tell me. About what happened. You still miss them, don't you." It wasn't a question that required an answer.

"Truth is, I get on my life. Have done ever since. There was never anyone who could take Bet's place. Her name was Elizabeth, but I always called her Bet."

What was your son's name?"

"Nathan."

"Strong name, Nathan. I like it."

"Yeah, thanks. He was a good kid. He was our only one."

Over the next 2 hours, Old Albert poured out his life's story to Carlene. The more she listened, she more fascinated with this man she became. He was a mix of intelligent complexity. His wall came down that night, and she found herself drawing closer and closer to him. Albert had never had a woman in life since Bet died. It was as if part of him died with her and his son on that mountain so long ago. Carlene found herself crying and sometimes laughing at some of the funny bits of his life. There weren't many, and that made them all the funnier. The more he talked, the more apparent it became that he was well educated, and his style of speaking became less abbreviated and more expressive. It was like she had unlocked something from deep inside him.

It was getting late, and the fire had died down to a few glowing embers. Carlene poured them both a coffee from the pot.

"And then when I saw you there this afternoon...........I knew I wasn't........I knew I wasn't completely dead."

Carlene smiled and stood up. "That's one way of putting it. Albert....Bert. Will you come back to the river with me?"

"Now? It's pitch black out there! And......well, why?" He looked genuinely puzzled.

"We can find our way, and anyway, there's a bright moon up there. Why? You'll find out. Do you trust me?"

Old Albert gave one of his all too rare smiles, and she felt her heart leap in her chest. "'S'pose I have too."

They picked their way carefully back to the river. The moonlight was ample to see. Each other, and the now silver waters of the river. Carlene unbuttoned her shirt, letting it hang open. She had not bothered with a bra after her swim. Then her hands went to the top of her clean mole skins and she slid the zipper down with deliberate slowness.

"Are you sure about this?" Bert's voice was unsteady. Carlene nodded. "I'm absolutely certain," she replied. "In fact, I've never been more certain about anything in my life."

She slipped her trousers down then reached for the elastic waist band of her panties. She eased them down over her hips, down past her dark pubic curls. Down over her thighs until they dropped to her feet. She shrugged off her shirt and it fell to the ground, joining her rumpled trousers and underwear.

"Your turn." She smiled the words.

Bert pulled his tee shirt up over his head, then unbuckled his belt.

"Are you sure about this?" She said softly, a playful hint of mockery in her voice.

"More sure that I could ever tell you, Carlene." His earnest look and the use of her proper name made her grin.

"I'm glad."

He unfastened his trousers and with a thumb either side, pulled them down with his briefs in one quick downward movement. He stepped out of his clothing and they looked at each other. Both as naked as the day they were born. He was semi erect, and she watched as he hardened. Bert's full erection was something any man could have been proud of! As Carlene looked at him, his years seemed to slip away.

"Come on,' she said, taking his hand and leading him to the river. When the water was just lapping her nipples, she turned to him..

He reached out for her and held her close. Their mouths met. This was no soft, exploratory kiss. This was passion born of hunger. Deep, unimagined yearning. She took his tongue in her mouth and eagerly and returned his kiss. His hands explored her, and his need was obvious. His mouth moved to her breasts and nipples, kissing, sucking. She felt his male hardness pressing vertically against her belly. His hands roved over her back and down over her behind, squeezing her firm flesh as a man finding new life.

Carlene raised a leg, wrapping it around his hips, then the other, as she placed her arms around his neck. She reached down and took his fevered manhood in her hand, guiding it to her opening beneath the cooling water. She sank down onto him, and his cry was primal as his iron hard manhood slid easily into her warm velvet sheath.

He thrust up with his hips, forcing himself in deeper. Carlene let out her own gasp of wonder as she felt him fill her.

"Oh God, this feels so good! Oh yeah mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm so good!"

Old Albert was Old Albert no longer. He thrust and heaved with the strength of a much younger man. Carlene was no blushing virgin, and she gripped his granite hardness and squeezed tight. Bert's body quivered and strained, and in a moment he was releasing nearly half a life time of suppressed desire. Carlene tightened her arms around his neck as she felt him pumping inside her. She knew what he was giving her. It was far more than she had ever had from any man in her life, and she accepted his outpouring as if it was the most precious thing she had ever received.

Tears streamed down his lined and weathered face, and she kissed them, tasting his saltiness on her tongue.

When she felt him soften inside her, and eventually slip out, she dropped her legs.

"I can't believe what you have just done for me." His voice shook as he said it, and his whole body trembled.

"You don't know just how much that meant to me, Bert. Words can't begin to explain."

He led her back to the river bank. They picked up their discarded clothing, and without bothering to dress, found their way back to the camp. Without a word from either one, she wriggled down beside him on top of his sleeping swag. The night air was cool on her skin. Bert lay on his back, his hands clasped behind his head, staring up into the night sky. Carlene lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, looking at a face filled with character.

"Why?" He kept staring at the stars.

"Why what?"

"Why did you do that......for me?"

"What makes you think I did it just for you?"

He turned his head and looked at her.

"Bert, when you told me......about your life. About Bet and Nathan. I don't know."

"You don't have to feel sorry for me, you know."

"I know I don't. It was more than that. I believe that sometimes things just happen because they're meant to happen. Because it's somehow........right. Was it good?"

He reached out, smiled and stroked her hair. "You know the answer to that...............don't you? I could ask you the same question."

"You don't have to. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever done." The look of total sincerity in her eyes made his pulse race, even more when he felt her hand close around his stiffening manhood. Carlene knelt and kissed his belly. Her lips moved down until his cock brushed her cheek. Her breath was was warm and sweet on his skin.

"Are you sure....?" He began to ask.

"Shhhhhh."

Carlene took him in her mouth. Bert's body gave a shudder as he felt her arm lips encase him.

"Oh, Missy...............ohhhhhhhhhh." She took him in deeper and ran her tongue around the smooth ridge of his head. She wanted to give herself to this man more than she had ever done so with anyone else in her life. Bert held her head in his hands gently and gave himself fully to her exquisite pleasuring. This was only something Bert had heard about, but never experienced. Fellatio. He vaguely remembered he had heard the word somewhere. As he looked down at Carlene's head moving up and down, as she willingly sucked his rigid shaft, he couldn't quite believe this was happening to him. He groaned and she knew he was close to release.

Carlene straddled his hips and sank down onto his strong, hard cock. Bert reached up and massaged her breasts. They were large and firm. Her nipples were taut and very prominent. Sex with Bet had always been good, but never like this. It had always been in a darkened bedroom, under the covers, and him on top in the traditional 'missionary' position. He had loved bet with all his heart, but adventurous, she was not. He could barley ever remember seeing her naked.

Carlene reached around behind herself and took his balls in her hand. She fondled him gently, carefully feeling the content of his tight seed purse. Bert groaned and arched his hips up to meet her. He came forcefully in her. He rolled his head from side to side.

"Oh Missy, Missy, Missy...................."

The sensation was even more profound than it had been down in the river.

Carlene gripped and milked his spasming cock, exulting in his release.

They made love one more time, just as the sun rose.

It would be a late start to the day, today. She had awoken something inside him he had thought long dead. He had opened a door in her she never knew was there, let alone wanted anyone to walk in.