The further away the better

Beatrice

“Bloody Beatrice”, because I didn’t have enough in my plate, running 4 businesses and a cattle station , she calls in distress, the long stay client hasn’t turned up, when the daughter of the women rang to make sure she checked in off the bus, no doubt in my mind the the grown women could look after herself, so here I am driving up the highway searching for a women Bob down the road said he passed. City slicker princesses trying to escape the busy corporate would. I shake my head. When I see 200 metres up the road a brunette women, throwing her hands up in the air cursing like old farmer. Throwing her suitcases and bags down sitting on them. It’s a 39 degree day in jeans coating the delicious ass and a top that gives me an idea of what could be underneath, I can’t help but what to help her. As I pull up smirking at the situation, gone is the annoyance, when eyes look straight through me. “if you're going to kill me, you can just f**k right off! I am not having a great day and as you can see, I’m in a crappy mood! Keep driving Dickhead!” Well Hello little fire cracker. I’m not going to fight her and if this was my sister I wouldn’t be overly happy if she jumped into a car with a random that’s pulled over. I text Ritchie my location tell him what’s going on. Me or taxi? Taxi she responds in a worn out voice. I wait up the road until Ritchie is in sight. After I stop to gather some items at the supermarket, I go back to the farm stay into Beatrice when I hear an emotional voice, ‘handsome serial killer’, I laugh, left with a large size ego, as she pleads if she can “please have a shower” she turns and faces my smirking face. Later that evening I can’t help but think of the little fire cracker, what is she doing here if all places, the check in details says she is from Fremantle WA. This is a long way away. I busy myself with my normal duties throughout the week, wonder why Kaly hasn’t surfaced from her room, ask Beatrice to leave food at her door, Friday lunch wondering got the better of me, passing Beatrice’s smirking face, I find Kaly walking out of her Villa, I explain the locals go for happy hour at the pub, she can introduce herself, not know if she is staying longer than the 4 weeks she has booked in for. I was held up with some cows that’s got out of a paddock, when I enter the pub I say hello to the regulars, talk to my sister and look over to see Kaly dancing in a seductive dance. It hits me straight in the c**k. I’m captivated by her, she looks free of worry, letting out whatever she has ran from. I realise my sister is talking to me, I’m going to head off, I tear my eyes away from Kaly, take my sister back home safely, as I walk back into the pub I see Jack with his hands on her. She is full of Josie’s special drink, we’ve all had an introduction to those. Never fun the next day but always fun at the time. I can’t help but walk to her, giving Jack the towns Hussey, death stares, jack knows when I give my warning you don’t go against it, I place my hands lightly on her beautiful hips not to frighten Kaly, more to make aware she is safe. She turns, her face lightens up, tell me Im the serial killing stalker she met when she was lost and is also the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on. As I get her to the Ute slowly not to shake her up, she tell me oh the things I’d do to you, guarantee you’ll never have someone suck your c**k like I would. Guarantee I was not expecting that, not that my mate in my jeans pushing through the zipper painfully was complaining. She lay with her eyes shut, lightly purring in her sleep. I look at her elegant features. Stunning. I could stare at her face and kiss every inch of her. Wow, this feeling of protectiveness is overpowering. I lay her into bed, go make up My magic cure for Josie’s drinks, leave the Panadol, water and scribble a note for. Leaving her was difficult but as she thinks I’m a stalker and she seems like a private person, I leave her. As I get home I can’t help but need to relieve myself. It’s been a long time since I felt this way and I haven’t exactly had a conversation with her. I picture her delegate soft lips licking my shelf slowly, warm moisture slowly coming down my shaft only for her to lick it up and swallow my c**k all the way to my balls. Doesn’t take me long and it’s out. Pleasure lingered with her visual. I lay in bed, semi hard for a women I don’t even know, a fire cracker with a secretly sexy aura .