It was early morning; the rays of the sun had already touched the awakening desert when she came out of nowhere. Or so it seemed. One moment I was feeding the chickens and when I looked up, she sat there proudly on a mustang horse. With the sun behind her, I had to shift my position to see who she was. My focus immediately went to her left knee-high moccasin in the stirrup and her naked thigh before my gaze traveled upwards to her poncho-clad torso and her beautiful face, her long black hair and her green eyes.
The red headband was a sign that she was a scout and not one to take lightly. Her horse shifted to its left to reveal her holstered .44 strapped to her right naked thigh. I caught a glimpse of her breast and again those steely green eyes.
She spoke, “May I get some water for my horse?”
Mother always said that one could tell the character of a man in the way he treats his horse. This was no man but if I was a gambling woman, I would bet that she never backed down for any man. I slipped my leather-gloved hand into the sack of feed for the chickens and found the comfort of the .32.
“Sure,” I said. The red-brown skinned woman turned the horse sideways to dismount with the horse between us. I expected that move but the flash of her naked female flesh caught me flat-footed. The muzzle of her .44 replaced the image of her smooth sex.
“I mean you no harm,” she said, holstering her gun. “We just need some water. Then we’ll be on our way.”
My hand relaxed on the bud of the .32. Mother never turned away anyone in need. And she didn’t raise a fool for a daughter.
"This way,” I said; turning my back to her I walked to the pump and trough. Working the pump, I let fresh clear water sprout into the trough. She let the horse drink first before she removed her poncho and holster to start cleaning herself. Then I saw her Arkansas Toothpick with at least a nine-inch blade. Magnificent.
I was stunned at the sight of this magnificent naked woman. Her large breasts were firm and inviting, her stomach flat, her sex mound smooth and her pleasure button protruding between her lips. She had no qualms about her nakedness.
“Tell your man he can lower the gun but not his cock.”
I stiffened. Such audacity!
I had trouble breathing. I didn’t know if it was due to her forwardness, Jack’s presence in the house or my own lust. I desperately wanted to kiss those full lips, caress her breasts and pleasure her sex till kingdom come. It had been such a long time since I saw another naked woman, or since I was naked by the pool that all my pent-up longing for the touch of someone boiled inside me. I moved towards her…
“Valerie, NO.” Jack’s words and the sound of the cocked hammer of his Sharps .50 stopped me in my tracks. “She is dangerous. I heard people talking about this bitch. She killed many men.”
“Maybe they deserved it,” she said quietly as she took off her moccasins and continued cleaning herself, touching herself where I wanted to caress her, to drink from her fountain. “Or maybe you just heard the rumors.”
I could feel my passion rising, making me tremble with an indescribable passion. Was this what Mother called lust? No one had ever touched me there, not even Jack. My sex was throbbing and getting wetter than ever before. I didn’t know where this desire came from. These past two years with Jack, alone in this beautiful but dangerous desert left me dry between my legs. We tried to make love, but either he couldn’t get it up or I was as dry as a bone. Now suddenly, I was dripping wet. Why?
My gaze never left this wild woman.
“I bring danger,” she said. “A rancher’s men are after me. I broke his son’s nose because he thought I am weak since I don’t wear much clothes.” She rubbed the mustang down with straw and saddled him again. She was still naked.
“You can’t leave now,” I said. “Your horse is tired and so are you. Come and have breakfast with us.” I turned around to prepare something to eat in our small adobe house.
I saw Jack lusting after this Wild One. “Don’t try it,” I whispered. “She’ll cut you in two.”
As I prepared a meal for us, I saw her stable her horse, put on her knee-high moccasins and throw on her poncho. Then she strapped her gun to her naked thigh. A dangerous beauty, indeed. Looking at her ignited my own hidden desires. How I longed to be so free, to be free of all the layers of civilization that concealed my womanhood. Could I ever go back to my innocent life before Jack, before our sin? Maybe it was time we stopped hiding, running away from ourselves. I wanted to face the consequences of my acts of passion but that just might bring more trouble to Mother. I couldn’t allow that.
Just as I brought the venison, bread and eggs to the table, she entered the room with Jack close behind. I saw the sexual tension between the two and wondered what happened outside. Did he make a pass at her, or did she…? She said earlier that Jack shouldn’t put his penis away. Maybe things could change.
“Danger is two hours behind.” She took a seat at the table and broke a piece of bread. Jack and I got the message and started eating. We needed to prepare for the fight. We had enough guns and ammunition to stand off a small army, Jack made sure of that. Even our defensive tactics were excellent. We never had to defend ourselves up till now.
We ate in silence.
“We have one hour left before all hell breaks loose,” I said as I put away the last of the clean dishes. We all pitched in to clear the table, wash the dishes and sweep the floor. Jack had all the guns out and our defenses up.
Working up the courage to do what I had to do, I looked at our nameless guest for inspiration.
“I fight better after a good fuck,” she said and threw off her poncho. “You want this, don’t you?”
“Oh, God, yes,” I stammered. Ripping off the layers of my clothes, I was naked before Jack had his boots off. For the first time in two years, a burden lifted from my body as I stood naked next to my bed in our one-room adobe house. Her eyes were fixed on my sex as she untied her holster and unsheathed her knife.
“Bring me hot water and soap,” she instructed a naked Jack. “We need to clean that red bush of yours.” I nearly wet myself as she lathered my sex and took her razor-sharp knife to shave my mound. She rinsed her handiwork with warm water and proudly stood back, admiring my naked sex. “Beautiful, don’t you agree, Jack?”
I looked down at myself and could see my own pleasure button throbbing an invitation. I was as pale as the moonlight compared to our guest. For the last two years, guilt made sure that my clothes covered my whole body and that my hat hid my face from the sun. I always wore gloves whenever I was outside. The contrast between the two of us couldn’t be more obvious: light and dark, soft and hard.
Jack made the first move, his manhood hard and pointing directly at our guest. I felt a pang of jealousy that Jack would be aroused by her and never by me. Or maybe it was because we grew up together, me as the daughter of their cook on the ranch. He made a promise to his father never to touch me in that way.
My jealousy disappeared as she reached out to him. Grabbing Jack’s thick manhood, she pulled him closer and kissed him hard on the mouth. He responded and took her in his strong arms. It looked like a wrestling match between two equals. Neither one wanted to yield to the other. I saw Jack’s hardness making its way between her legs. As if that was the key to open her up, she turned him around and dropped him in one smooth move onto my low bed. They landed with a thud, she on top.