Storytime in Appalachia

Well, damn. Two days in and this trip was already a bust.

I was taking a cross-country trip to clear my head and maybe get some inspiration for my next writing project when, wouldn't you know it, my car died while I was careening through the twists and turns of the Appalachian Mountains.

I managed to ride the brakes to the bottom of the winding road before I lost all velocity and couldn't move another inch. I ended up on the side of the road, barely avoiding rolling into a ditch. Only then, my knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel, did I let myself breathe a sigh of relief.

I scanned the horizon to get my bearings. It was late afternoon and the sun was making its descent. A few miles off in the direction of the sunset lay a tiny town. From what I could see it couldn't have a population of more than a few thousand. The vast open space between the mountains and the town was dotted with cabins widely separated from each other by large swaths of pastureland. Long dirt roads led up to each. These people liked their privacy.

I pulled out my phone to call my insurance company. No service. Of course. The closest cabin was, I guessed, more than a mile down a long dirt road. I hated to intrude on the inhabitants of this sleepy country, but I had little choice. The sun was sinking fast.

The few things I brought on this trip fit into a large backpack, so I put it on, locked the car, and made my way to the nearest cabin. The entrance to the dirt road was closed off by a gate. That made me even more uncomfortable. But, at least it wasn't locked.

As I neared the cabin I saw a pickup truck sitting out front, giving me hope that someone might be home. I climbed onto the wooden porch and rapped my knuckles on the doorframe. I heard shuffling from deep in the house, then footsteps moving toward the door. It opened.

I think I stopped breathing when I saw her. I at least know I stared long enough for her to register my surprise at being greeted by such a pleasant sight. I had expected an old man with a knee-length beard and a jug of moonshine. Instead, it was a voluptuous country goddess.

The first things I noticed were her big hazel eyes peeping out from beneath wide-rimmed glasses above full red lips. Her facial features were soft, welcoming, and lovely. Short, light brown hair framed her round face.

My gaze drifted down her fair skin to her flowy white top that plunged to show ample cleavage. Her cutoff jean shorts revealed thick, shapely, delicious thighs and calves, which were tastefully graced with large, elegant tattoos. My mouth watered as I involuntarily imagined what the skin on her soft inner thighs tasted like. Her ensemble ended in a pair of brown cowgirl boots.

"Can I help you?" she asked, snapping me out of a fog of lust. She smirked, amused rather than offended by my leering.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Long day," was my pathetic excuse. "I'm really sorry to bother you, but my car broke down and my phone doesn't get any service out here. Do you have one I could use? I'll be out of your hair as quickly as I can."

The woman glanced down the dirt road toward my car, then looked me over. Evidently, I looked harmless, because she replied, "Sure, come in."

"Thank you so much," I replied as I followed her inside. "I'm Chris, by the way."

She smiled as she glanced over her shoulder. "Rosie."

It was a cozy cabin, rustically furnished, but in a tasteful way, rather than obnoxiously so. But I took in very little of it. My gaze was fixed on Rosie's plump ass, which peeked out from beneath her shorts as her thighs jiggled in the most delightful way as she walked.

She led me to the kitchen where there was a landline phone. (I hadn't seen one of those in a long time.) She handed me the receiver and I thanked her again as I set my backpack on the floor.

"Thank you for calling. A representative will be with you shortly," came the electronic voice after I dialed the insurance company and went through the obnoxious process of working my way through the menus. I sighed.

"This might be a while," I said apologetically. "I'm on hold."

"It's no problem," she assured me. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Water would be great, thanks."

She turned around again to fetch a glass from the cabinet, and again I leaped on the opportunity to feast my eyes on her smooth skin and voluptuous curves.

"Your approximate wait time is thirty minutes," the robot on the line informed me. I sighed again.

Rosie set the glass of water down in front of me. "Do you mind if I put this on speaker?" I asked.

She shrugged, "Yeah, that's fine."

I hit the speaker button and the "on hold" elevator music softly filled the kitchen space.

"So what brings you out to the middle of nowhere, Chris?" Rosie asked as she leaned back against the counter and folded her arms, gently pushing up her cleavage.

I scratched the back of my head. "Well, part vacation, part looking for inspiration."

She chuckled. "Inspiration? Out here?"

I shrugged, "You find it in the most random places sometimes."

"I guess so," she conceded. "What kind of inspiration are you looking for?"

"I'm a writer and I'm in between projects. I'm not exactly sure what I want to do next."

"Oh? What do you write?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"I freelance, so a bunch of different things. Basically, whatever there's a buyer for."

"Such as?" she prodded.

"Well," I hesitated, "The genre that's been the most lucrative recently is...adult. Not safe for work."

She smiled wide. "You write smut?"

I smiled. "I do. It's fun and it pays well," I explained as I wondered if she was going to kick me out of her house.

She didn't. "I love smut!" she said enthusiastically. Well, she wasn't a prude. That was a relief." She continued, "I should show you my bookshelf. There's quite a bit of it there."

"I'd love to see it," I smiled. "I'll have to send you one of mine and see what you think."

Rosie took her phone from the counter, unlocked it, and handed it to me. "Show me your best story."

I thought for a moment. I decided on one that wasn't necessarily my favorite, but it was the one people seemed to like the most. I handed the phone back to her.

"Thanks!" she said. "I'll read it in a bit."

"I can't wait to hear what you think!" I said, meaning it.

"Your approximate wait time is fifteen minutes," the speaker chimed. I shook my head.

But it turned out to be a lovely fifteen minutes. Rosie and I chatted the whole time. She was very friendly and became more relaxed as we talked. I discovered this was a family cabin and she came out here by herself from time to time to be alone and take long hikes through the mountain trails. Her day job was cosmetology, which showed in the beautiful work she did on her own face. But she also had a side gig going as an adult content creator. Whatever she was charging, I had no doubt she was more than worth it.

"That makes me feel better about telling you my dirty secret," I said with a grin.

Rosie smiled back. "Never let anyone make you feel guilty about doing what you love," she said earnestly. "It's taken me a while to learn that but it's so freeing."

She was right, of course, and it was such a relief to be with a fellow libertine. And a gorgeously curvy one at that.

As we talked I mentioned I was looking for ideas for my next story. "What do you like to read about?" I asked.

Rosie smirked, "You mean what gets me off?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Well," she began, "I love forced orgasm, orgasm denial, the tease, the anticipation, and the submission of will followed by such explosive pleasure."

"That's very specific," I said as I felt the front of my jeans tighten around my growing cock. Those dirty words coming out of those full red lips...delicious.

She continued, "I love impact play. I get off on getting spanked. I like dirty talk and being praised. I'm totally into restraints and bondage." She licked her cherry-red lips as she said, "And I love sucking dick."

I didn't answer but instead soaked in her words, bathing my imagination in them. Her red lips were parted and her tits rose and fell with each breath. She was enjoying this too.

"Hi, thank you for holding. Who am I speaking with?" came the voice from the speaker phone, a human this time. Flustered out of my erotic daydream, I fumbled for the receiver.

I worked to get my bearings as I explained my situation to the representative. It turned out I was so far out in the middle of nowhere that it would be at least a day, maybe two, before they could send anyone out to help me.

I hung up the receiver with a sigh and told Rosie what they said. I asked if there was a hotel in the town I saw a few miles away.

"There is," she said, "But you don't want to stay there. It's shady as fuck and pretty disgusting."

"I don't really have much of a choice," I said. "I guess I can sleep in the car..."

"No," Rosie said firmly. "You'll stay in the guest room here."

I was shocked both by her kindness and how quickly she decided she could trust me.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I can't send just you away like this."

"You are a wonderful woman and I'm sincerely grateful," I replied in all sincerity. She showed me to the guest room, which had its own small bathroom with a shower.

"Take all the time you need. Get settled in," she said. "The sheets on the bed are clean and there are towels and washcloths under the sink."

I thanked her again. "I'm gonna go clean up as well," she said as she turned to leave. "Then I'll be in the den, probably giving your story a read. You should come and visit when you're done."

"I will," I said as she left, shutting the door behind her.

The shower was hot and refreshing. I toweled off and threw on some shorts and an old t-shirt. I was tired, but I didn't want to miss this chance to get to know Rosie. Maybe she'd tell me more about how much she loves ducking dick and being spanked. I made my way through the hall until I found the den. I peeked around the corner and, as quickly and quietly as I could, stepped back into the darkness. Had I just seen what I thought I saw?

Slowly, I peered around the corner. There was a couch against the wall to my left. Reclining back across its length with her feet toward me was Rosie.

It must have taken longer than I thought to get cleaned up because she had already showered. She was scrolling her phone and, I hoped, reading my story. Her brown hair hung in damp strands around her face and she wore those same wide-rimmed glasses. Her tiny creme-colored spaghetti-strap top showed off her cleavage and midriff. Her toes wiggled in multicolored striped socks.

But what I was really interested in was between her legs. For bottoms, she wore only an olive green thong that disappeared between her asscheeks and only barely covered her pussy. Her eyes were spread wide open as, engrossed in whatever she was reading, her fingertips teased her pussy mound through the soft fabric. I looked closer and, sure enough, I saw a damp spot forming. Whatever she was reading, she was enjoying it.

I had a choice to make. Would I pass up this opportunity for the ultimate inspirational experience with this sexy, curvy, sweet, voluptuous goddess, or would I risk losing the one chance I had at food and shelter tonight for the chance at a night of carnal ecstasy?

Even as the thought went through my mind, I knew it was too late. Her lips, her thighs, her wetness beckoned. I had no choice but to risk it.

I took off my shirt and dropped it on the floor as I stepped into the den. Rosie glanced up as she saw me out of the corner of her eye and, startled, closed her legs with a smack.

My eyes narrowed. "Is that my story?"

She nodded, still in a daze. I sat down on the couch cushions next to her and leaned over her.

"I think it might be a little too tame for you," I said, almost in a whisper. Her big eyes stared into mine, wondering what I would do next.

"Listen," I said as I ran my fingertips lightly down the front of her thigh. Her closed legs started to spread again, ever so slightly. "You say the word, and I will leave right now and you'll never see me again. Or..." My fingers traced the waistline of her panties across her pelvis. "You can say nothing. And then you can be my next story."

Rosie looked deep into my eyes, thinking, weighing the risks. But it was as foregone a conclusion for her as it was for me. Her knees parted, legs slowly spreading as if of their own volition, granting me access to whatever I wanted, silently begging me to take it.

I leaned in to brush my lips against hers as my fingers found the wet spot at the front of her panties, gently searching until the tell-tale hardness of her clit greeted my fingertips. Rosie exhaled sharply into my mouth as I lovingly massaged her tiny pebble. Her hips rose to press her mound against my hand, her groin straining to spread her legs farther.

Her lips were soft and warm against mine. The tips of our tongues danced against each other as she cooed softly. Her panties were beginning to soak through. I slipped my fingers underneath the wet fabric and was greeted by slick, wet pussy lips. My thumb found her clit again as my two middle fingers slowly penetrated her sopping wet hole, sinking in knuckle by knuckle.

Rosie's moans became more intense, her bucking more erratic. It had only been a matter of minutes, but she was already close.

So I stopped. Without a word, I pulled out and stood up, leaving her utterly and perfectly dissatisfied.

I dropped my shorts, my erection straining for her touch. I sat down at the other end of the couch and didn't say a word. I didn't even look at her. I just stared at the empty space between my thighs.

Rosie understood instantly. She rolled off the couch and crawled on her hands and knees between my spread legs. Without a second's hesitation, her lips were wrapped around my cock in hungry adoration. Her warm, wet mouth sent tingles through my shaft to my fingers and toes.

As her head bobbed furiously, moaning and cooing around my cock, I ran my fingers through her still-slightly-damp locks. "Your lips are even prettier with my cock between them," I whispered, barely audible over the sound of her slurping.

"Take off your top," I said. "I want to watch your tits bounce." She did, flinging her top across the room and returning instantly to the work at hand. Her pointy nipples grazed my inner thighs as I felt myself getting dangerously close to cumming. I pressed my palm against Rosie's forehead, forcing her away from the object of her affection.

She stared at me with wide eyes, chest heaving as she panted, tongue hanging from her mouth. "Right now, at this moment, you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," I growled. "And your lips are magic."

She tried to force her face back to my lap but I held her away.

"No," I said sternly. I slid my hand over her scalp, firmly gripped the back of her neck, leaned in, and kissed her deep and hard. Her hands flew to the side of my face as our mouths melded in sloppy wet abandon. I pulled away again.

"Now, here's what you're going to do," I whispered sternly. "You're going to go to my room and turn on the lamp on the nightstand, NOT the overhead light." The sun had set and darkness pervaded the silent house.

"You're going to take off your socks and underwear," I continued. "You're going to get on the bed, on your knees, hands on the top of the headboard. You're going to close your eyes. You're not going to open them unless I tell you to. And you're going to wait."

Excited anticipation glowed behind Rosie's lovely eyes, tinged with just the slightest hint of fear. She stood obediently and sauntered into the hall. My fingers involuntarily wrapped around my saliva-coated cock as I sat amazed at the way her asscheeks danced and jiggled around the thong that disappeared between them.

I gave her a few moments, slowly stroking my cock to maintain my hard-on, even though there was no need. Rosie had me wired like a triple dose of Viagra.

I made my way to the room and stopped in the doorway. There she was, just as I had instructed. As I watched I noticed the slight jiggle of her curvy flesh as she shivered with excitement.

I went to my backpack and retrieved my belt. Standing at the side of the small bed, I wrapped it tightly around Rosie's wrists and then tied the end to the top of the headboard. I jerked on it a couple of times to make sure it was secure, then made my way to the foot of the bed and climbed on.

On my knees behind her, I took another moment to drink in her form. My gaze followed my fingertips as they slowly traced the tattoo that ran down the center of her back. Rosie shivered harder.

My fingers rested at the lower end of her spine, just above her asscrack. Then without warning, I pulled back my hand and sent my palm speeding in a blur until it met Rosie's perfect asscheek with a smack that echoed through the house. Rosie screamed, back straightening, toes curling, wrists straining against her bonds. "Ahhh!" she wailed, and followed shortly by, "Yaaaasss!"

Again my hand met her ass, again she writhed in ecstasy. My hand became sore as a red spread on her perfect backside. As she shook her wetness leaked and splattered onto the blanket beneath her. Her squeals had morphed into primal growls. "Fuck me," she groaned. "FUCK ME!"

I should've resisted a little longer but I couldn't help myself. I wanted her more than I'd wanted anything else, ever. At least, that's what it felt like.

She stuck out her ass and spread her legs, welcoming me into her intimacy. The head of my cock played briefly against her engorged pussy lips, then plunged into her warm wet hole.

"Mmm...," she moaned as I fucked her furiously. Her plump ass smacked loudly against my pelvis as my fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. I slapped her ass again, nearly sending her over the edge.

Almost, but not yet. I had one more fantasy to fulfill. Since the moment I saw Rosie's ass squeezed into those tight denim jeans the need to taste her had been growing, until now there was no choice, no decision to be made. Hungry lust consumed me.

I pulled out of her and planted my hands on her asscheeks, pulling them aside to reveal her perfect pink asshole twitching like an electric current was being passed through her, begging me to taste. I buried my face between her soft mounds and let my tongue loose. She was salty, sweaty, perfect. As she shook her asscheeks bounced against my cheeks, my tongue traveling up and down her deep crevasse only to return home to her sweet, rubbery asshole with its delicious little ridges.

I could have lived there buried in her perfect ass, but it was time for her to get what she was lusting for. Reluctantly I returned to my knees and, with one last smack of her ass, plunged my cock back into her patiently waiting pussy.

I unleashed my pent-up lust, pounding her so hard that the whole bed shook. Rosie's moans escalated to a wail, and then ecstatic screams as I slapped her ass between bursts of fucking. Her toes curled, her legs shook, her pussy tightened around my cock.

Then it happened. Rosie shook violently as her pussy juices gushed around my cock, soaking our thighs and the bedding beneath us. Her warm fluid bathed my skin and my balls emptied into her before I knew what was happening. My groans joined her high-pitched exclamations of satisfaction as my hips continued to buck uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around her torso and held on tight as we rode out this too-brief excursion to a sinful paradise together.

With great effort, I let her go and pulled out. I untied her wrists and we collapsed into the puddle of our sex, holding each other tight as the shivering and panting subsided. Rosie held my head against her chest and stroked my head. My fingers played against her back as I held her around her waist. We drank in the moment to last drop.

My car was fixed two days later. But, despite every intention to the contrary, I never made it further on my road trip than Rosie's cabin.

It turned out, Rosie was all the inspiration I needed.