From pjchris@cpcug.org Sun Jan 19 14:16:45 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: New Story: TFD  (Cons)
From: pjchris@cpcug.org   (pjchris@cpcug.org)
Date: 19 Jan 1997 19:16:45 GMT

     TFD
            by Ramapo



        The wind roared lightly over the open window in the sunroof 
of the car as I headed off the interstate and into the hills.  The 
pressures of the last two months and the long hours had pushed me 
to the very edge and I needed some time to clear my head and think. 
The one thing I knew for sure was how unhappy I had become.  The 
fast promotions, the enormous increases in pay, the bonuses.  None 
of it was satisfying me any longer it seemed.  Just the opposite, in fact.
        And today's success only added fuel to the fire of discomfort. 
Under my leadership, we had just closed the largest account in the 
history of the firm and clinched another enormous bonus and 
promotion for me to Vice President.  
        The road lead away into the hills and I just steered and let the 
car run.  Not going fast enough to have to pay attention to the driving.  
I looked around and felt a peace coming over me, so I continued on, 
sightseeing and admiring the smooth rise and fall of these hills in 
western Tennessee.  There were farms spotted here and there in the 
valleys.  They thinned out as I pushed further and further back into the 
hills on this winding road.
        The longer I drove, the better I felt.  I began to relax a bit and 
tried to think about my future.  What did I want, anyway?  Now only 
trees were passing and the road changed to dirt and I slowed down 
and continued, not paying much attention to the increasingly remote 
area I was driving into.  At the next road crossing, I'd get out the map 
and figure out where I ended up and head for a main road.
        But a crossing or road sign didn't show up for a while and I 
threaded the narrow road and kept going.  I had plenty of gas, so I 
enjoyed the solitude of the woods and wind in my hair for the time 
being.  In truth, I didn't know what I wanted.  But I was becoming more 
and more sure it wasn't the life I was in now.
        Oh, the money was fantastic.  And the people were nice 
enough to work with.  But I was moving very fast and had become 
increasing doubtful of my ability to guide them and was terrified of 
making a mistake that could cost jobs.  In the end, I just didn't have 
the killer instinct.
        Up a slight slope, I continued on and just at the top, the car 
began to run rough and cut out, then died.  Still a half tank of gas.  
Damn.  I picked up my cellular phone and found I couldn't make a 
connection.  Not in range.  Great, just great.  I realized I was in the 
woods and not a field was in sight.
        I got out and popped the hood and looked underneath.  No 
signs of visible leaks or loose wires.  It must be the fuel pump or 
contaminated fuel.  It didn't act electrical.  I tried to start it again and it 
idled for a few seconds and then surged and died.  Not a hopeful sign. 
 It was four o'clock.  In the middle of nowhere.
        I locked up the car and walked to the other side of the crest 
and could make out a mailbox a hundred yards ahead.  I dreaded 
walking in the dirt in my new Italian shoes, but it couldn't be helped.
        The mailbox was straight and had the name Calvert neatly 
painted on it, with lots of very nicely done painted flowers around it.  
The base was a neat bed of flowers,  carefully tended.  The lane 
leading back into the woods was also nicely trimmed and leveled.  
There were reasonably fresh tire tracks visible in the dirt, so I started 
back into the woods.  About two hundred yards back in, the outline of 
a white house began to emerge from the trees and I emerged into a 
small front yard.  To the left of the house was a shed of some sort and 
I could make out the outline of several cars under tarps and covers.  
One chrome bumper was partially uncovered and its familiar shape 
made me immediately think, "'28 Packard".   My grandfather had 
owned one and my dad would tell me all about it and show me the 
pictures.  The car was a legend in my family.
        I walked over by the car and looked a little closer.  The 
enormous size of the car loomed in the dim light in the shed.
        "It's a '29."
        The sound of the voice behind me startled me and I jumped.  
Turning, I could see a husky man of about 45 walked toward me from 
the house.  I cleared my throat and tried to act calm.  He was carrying 
a shotgun.
        "I thought it was a '28."  The quiver in my voice didn't help.
        He laughed.  "Common enough mistake.  They only made a 
few '29s and didn't make many changes."  He held out his hand.  
"Frank Calvert.  What brings you back here on foot?"  The accent was 
from anywhere other than this neck of the woods.
        "Car trouble I'm afraid.  I left it out on the road and went 
looking for help."  We shook hands.
        "You interested in old cars?"  He asked.  "Sorry about the 
gun.  We get some thieves back here from time to time.  And I don't 
take any chances."
        "Understandable for you to be cautious."  I looked back at the 
car.  "No, not actually all that much.  My grandfather had one.  An old 
Packard that is.  And growing up, my Dad would tell me all about it."
        "Nice cars.  Well built."  He pulled the cover back.  It was 
huge.  Solid.  Probably a delight to drive.  "Hard to find parts now, 
though.  Come on inside.  Let's call the garage down in the valley and 
see if they can get out here tonight.  Don't count on it, though.  They 
don't come out like they used to.  Especially now that Wally has that 
thing on the side with Matilda."
        "Matilda?  Wally?"
        "He's the chief mechanic.  Got himself a little southern fried 
ass in town and she can only see him right after work before her 
husband gets home.  He's standing on her doorstep every night at 
five-o-five as they tell it.
        We walked over to the house and inside.  Everything was 
neat, tidy and very clean.
        Inside, he picked up the phone and in a few moments was 
talking to the garage.  He handed me the phone and I gave them the 
information about the car, they symptoms and where it was located.  It 
was clear from the outset they didn't want to come out and I tried to 
argue, but had to give up.  They'd be out before noon the next day.  I 
hung up.
        "Told you."  He said.  "Elizabeth, set another plate for dinner!" 
 He hollered back past me.  I turned just in time to see a young 
woman of about 20 come out of the back of the house.
        If ever I have been awestruck in someone's presence, it was 
this moment.  The girl was quite beautiful, with a clear complexion, 
full, sensuous lips, long dark brown hair with tapered bangs front and  
braided behind her to her tail, and the most beautiful green eyes I'd 
ever seen.  They were cold and hard and looked right through me and 
sent a chill down my spine.  Broad shouldered with large widely 
separated breasts held up with a tied blue shirt, revealing the tiniest 
waist I'd ever seen on a woman.  A perfect vertical crease for a navel 
and a smooth flow out to wide hips and long straight legs in jeans with 
cowboy boots on her feet.  My gaze came back to her face and she 
had an eyebrow raised.
        My once over was seen for what it was and she smiled very 
slightly.  I felt an ache and looked away.  In spite of myself, I stole 
another look over at her.
        "We're having  bear."  And turned and walked back to the 
back of the house.
        I turned to Frank.  She must be kidding!  "Actually, she's not 
joking.  Once a year we eat bear.  An old family tradition.  Your lucky 
day."
        Elizabeth was back.  "You might as well come out to the barn 
and keep me company while I take care of Lighting.  Dinners not for a 
while yet.  You can stay in the back bedroom next to mine.  We'll get 
your stuff from the car after dinner."  And she turned to go.  I followed.
        We walked out the back and up the hill to the barn, which was 
a couple of hundred feet further up the lane that ran alongside the 
house.  
        "What does bear taste like?"  I ventured.
        "You either think it's the best thing you've ever eaten, or think 
it's road kill warmed over."
        "Not exactly high praise."
        "I cook the best bear in this area of the country.  Some people 
just think bear tastes lousy."
        We arrived at the barn and went inside.  I stood to one side 
and watched her quickly muck out the barn and begin to put down 
fresh straw.  The horse, an enormous stallion, cooperated at first, they 
began to block her as she tried to move around.  She smacked his 
rump several times, and shoved him, but then she put the pitch fork 
down and walked around to the front of the horse.  And simply stared 
him down.  
        "Lighting, I want you to move out of my way.  Right now.  You 
know what will happen if you don't move."  The horse shivered and 
shook his head.  He looked back up.  She was standing with hands on 
hips, coolly waiting.  He shivered again.  "Now, Lightning."  He 
neighed and moved over.  She picked up the fork and finished with 
the straw.  Giving him his food for the evening and putting in fresh 
water, she checked around, straightened the barn quickly and we 
walked back down toward the house.      
        I was enthralled over the control she had over this animal.  
She had more confidence than anyone I'd met in a long time.
        "What would have happened?  If he didn't move?  No dinner?"
        "Never.  I'd never abuse him.  He knows that.  No, he just 
wouldn't get his treat later, that's all."
        "What kind of treat?"  I looked over.  God, what a figure she 
had as her breasts moved heavily under her shirt.  Sideways, her 
waist was almost invisible.  The ache increased.  I thought of her 
father and knew it was impossible.  I tried to push the thought down.
        She looked over at me.  "Oh, a special treat I give him.  Ahhh, 
I don't think I can tell you just what."
        "I won't tell anyone."
        "Well, we'll see.  It's pretty private between me and Lightning." 
 Now that set me to wondering as we walked.
        We went back inside the house.  "Look, I've got to catch a 
shower before dinner.  Make yourself at home.  Lot's of magazines in 
front.  TV.  Computer if you want to play on the internet."
        "Out here?"
        "Hey, we're not hicks.  Just cause Dad decided to put down 
roots out about twenty miles from anything remotely similar to 
civilization.  You want me to sign you on.  Do you need to e-mail 
anyone about being stuck?"
        "Yes, as a matter of fact, that would be nice."
        She signed me on and I sent a couple of quick e-mails to my 
secretary and a few others telling them I'd be in later in the week once 
I got out of the hills.  For just a brief instant, I hoped it would take a 
couple of days to fix the car.  I could use the rest.
        I signed off and shut down the machine.  It was a pretty nice 
box.  Lots of memory and a fast Pentium processor.  Two big hard 
disks.  I looked around.  A top of the line flatbed scanner.  A couple of 
SyQuest cartridge drives and a caddy or two full of cartridges.  Heavy 
duty color printer.  These people were power users.  Definitely not 
what I expected.
        She wasn't anyway.  Wow.  I thought back to her controlling 
that horse with her tone.  That dull ache was back full-time now and I 
pushed it down.  I knew what it meant.  And I ran from it.
        A magazine held my interest for a while and then I heard 
Elizabeth in the house finishing dinner.  Frank came in not long 
afterward and washed up.
        "Dinner!"  Elizabeth called out.
        I made my way into the dinning room.  Elizabeth was 
transformed.  Her beautiful long hair was now down and loose from 
the braid and was falling in gentle waves down her front and over her 
breasts.  The blouse and bare midriff were gone , as well as the jeans 
and now a simple house dress, with a low scoop front showing off the 
beautiful separation of her breasts, a simple tie at the waist pinched it 
in and her tan legs thrust down straight and accenting the curve of her 
hips.  Such a simple dress.  On her, it took my breath away.  
        We locked eyes for a moment and I knew she wore it for me.  
And was pleased I noticed.  I blushed.  I could feel my face burn.  She 
motioned me over to a chair between her and her father around the 
circular table.
        We dished out the meal onto our plate boardinghouse style 
and I sat and stared at the dark brown meat.  Bear.
        They both began to dig in and I cut a small piece of the meat 
and bravely took a bite.  It was a heavy, tangy meat, very chewy, not 
my idea of an edible item.  I longed to spit it out.  I chewed and 
chewed.
        "Well, great or road kill?"  Elizabeth was joking.
        I almost choked trying to wash it down with some water.
        "Road kill!"  She laughed.  "I told you it was terrible!"
        "Here, have some of my chicken."  She forked some over on 
my plate.
        "It's not so bad."  I tried to save face for her.
        "It's rubbish.  I don't know how Frank eats that stuff.  Once a 
year I'll make it.  That's it.  Me, I eat chicken."  Her eyes were glittering 
and she gave me a smile that told me it was a joke at my expense.  
Her smile was dazzling.  I blushed again.  She noticed.
        I tried to make conversation.  "I was very impressed with how 
well trained Lighting is.  Elizabeth can really control him."
        "Did she tell you how she got him?"
        "Dad.  No.  Not that story again!"  Elizabeth was warning him.  
But she was smiling.
        "Go ahead.  Tell it.  OK, well, anyway, there was this family 
down in the valley got this horse for their kid."
        "Joe Templeton."
        "Yeah, Joe.  Anyway, Joe didn't have any horse sense and 
the horse knew he was afraid of it, so it just ran wild over him.  Was 
useless.  Just ate hay and took up space.  Joe was afraid to ride it.  
Well, Elizabeth went down there one evening after dishes were done 
last year and just sat on the fence until the horse came over.  And 
then she talked to it for a while."
        "We came to an understanding."  Elizabeth looked deep into 
my eyes.  The ache in me soared and I couldn't hold it back.  It would 
be a flood soon.  I couldn't stay here.  Not now.
        "She marched into the Templeton's and announced she was 
taking the horse, that the horse agreed to come with her!  Just like 
that!  They were so surprised that they let her have it.  Never did send 
us a bill."
        I looked at Elizabeth.  "He was unhappy and I told him I'd take 
care of him and love him and never hurt him.  But I'd be in charge.  
Totally.  He thought it over and agreed.  I gave him a hug and brought 
him home.  And named him Lightning because of the way he could 
run.  He hated his old name anyway."
        "Just like that?"
        "Yes.  He became mine."  A flat statement.
        Dinner ended and I helped with the dishes.  Then we walked 
out to the end of the lane and up to my car and I got out my bag and 
some other odds and ends and we put them upstairs in the back 
room.  Elizabeth showed me the adjoining shower and the door to her 
room, which opened into my room.  And then she began to go back 
downstairs.  And came back.
        "I'm going to give Lightning his treat.  If you come, you have to 
promise to stay back and not tell Frank."  I nodded.
        And followed her in silence out to the barn.  Just inside the 
now dim barn, she pushed me back by the wall.  "Don't move from 
here.  He gets real nervous.  And I...."
        "OK."  I whispered.
        "Don't talk either."
        I fell silent and she walked the horse out from the stall and he 
stood outside in the wider area in front.  Elizabeth began to talk softly 
in terms I couldn't hear and the horse began to tremble.  She stroked 
its face and neck and then, her back to me, she reached back and 
unbuttoned the top button of her dress and the rest down to the waist. 
 Her tan back was now visible to me with no tan lines showing.  She 
turned and looked at me for a moment and hesitated.  Then turned 
and dropped the front of her dress and pulled her arms out of the arm 
holes.  It fell to her knees and as she continued to stroke the head 
and neck of the powerful animal, her heavy breasts hung out past her 
sides in smooth swellings.  The horse lowered his head and rubbed 
against her, pushing her breasts back and forth.  She held him tight 
and continued to whisper in a gentle, tight voice.  The animal never 
stopped shivering from this intimate contact and Elizabeth appeared 
aroused as well.
        Finally she pulled back and continued to stroke him.  Then 
she pulled her dress up and put her arms back in the dress and led 
the horse back into his stall and locked it behind him.  She talked to 
him for a bit more, then, holding her dress up in front to cover herself, 
she came over and turned her back to me.  I buttoned her up.
        Outside, she said.  "Remember, you promised."
        "That is one lucky horse."
        "And he knows it.  I don't do that very often anymore for him.  
It's a special treat."  She did it for me, I realized suddenly.  It was a 
clear signal.  Approval to approach her.  On her terms.  The thoughts 
flooded my mind.  No.  I pushed the thoughts down.
        "Have you ever...?" I started.
        "Let him screw me?  He's really huge.   I'm sure he'd hurt me 
if I let him.  I mean, you can only stretch so far."  She looked 
embarrassed.
        "Sorry for saying that." 
        She continued.  "I have thought about it.  Any girl who owns a 
horse thinks about it.  That's all most of us ever do about it."
        We walked back to the house.  
        "He sure looked like he really enjoys it."
        "That makes two of us."  She looked over at me meaningfully.
        The ache inside was now a volcano.  A cold shower was what 
I needed.  It was my only hope of getting through the night with her so 
near.
        We talked for a long while about her computer gear and how 
she made her living at the house doing graphics for ads at the papers 
in the valley.  Her computer skills were outstanding, but her business 
knowledge was weaker and I gave her some tips on how to set 
competitive prices and stay ahead of her competition.  Frank stopped 
in and said good night and headed up to bed.
        Elizabeth and I talked for a while longer and she went on up.  
I pleaded time to just read and unwind a bit.  She stood in the door for 
a short instant and looked back.
        I sat for a half hour trying to calm down.  It didn't work.  I 
finally went up and took the coldest shower of my life in the ice cold 
spring water from the well.
        And lay in bed and waited for sleep to take me.  It didn't 
come.  I was shivering and it wasn't the shower.  The volcano in me 
wasn't going to be denied and finally, giving in, I got up and went and 
stood in the door way to Elizabeth's room.  A single candle was 
burning in a distant corner.  I couldn't tell if she was awake or not.  
Like some magnet pulling me forward, I weakened and finally stepped 
into her room and stood just inside her door, the conflicts in me made 
me unable to move another step.
        "I knew you'd come to me."  She said quietly.  "Come here."
        I walked over to her.  She had on a nightgown and sat up and 
swung her legs over the edge of the bed as I approached.
        "It's wrong...."  I started.  She put her fingers over my mouth 
and sat me on the bed and stood herself.  She raised her nightgown 
and fully revealed the luscious body that had been pulling me toward 
it since I first laid eyes on her.  Her breasts were magnificent, and the 
rest was voluptuous beyond my experience or imagination.
        I reached out with a shaking hand to touch her and she 
stopped me gently but firmly and pushed me down on my back.  She 
began to run her hands over my body and I trembled and reached 
again for her.  Again she stopped me and drew back.  I waited and 
she began to stroke me and this time I let her, my hands at my side.
        The ache inside exploded and I became so aroused I felt I 
would explode.  Her warm breath on my ear was electrifying and I 
groaned.  Higher and higher I soared and then she simply said,  
"Come for me now, my darling."  
        And I did.  Powerfully and almost explosively.  It left me 
shaking and exhausted.
        Her hands never stopped and soon she aroused me again. 
And again she refused my attempts to touch her and then she led me 
to an orgasm even more powerful than the first.  I was sweating 
heavily from excitement.
        She finally took my head and looked deep into my eyes.
        "You are so unhappy.  I can see it in your eyes.  Come stay 
with us.  With me.  I can make you happier than you've ever been.  
Love you like you can't imagine."
        And I knew she could.  That she was what I needed.  Wanted. 
That the need inside could no longer be denied.  That it was what I 
wanted.  Completely.
        But I still resisted.  "I don't know..."  I couldn't let go.
        "You know the rules if you stay."  She continued on.
        "Yes."
        "I'll make you happy."
        "I know, Elizabeth.  I've dreamed of you all my life."
        "I know.  And I of you."
        "It's so sudden.  I'm scared."
        "There's nothing to be scared of when you're with me.  Please 
say yes."  She whispered in my ear.  Her hands started moving over 
my body again.
        "Yes."
        And she kissed me in a way I've never been kissed before or 
since.  A bonding and sealing of the agreement between us.
        I made love to her then.  And she was so beautiful and erotic 
that I lost myself in her charms. The dawn began to break before we 
both fell back, our lust slated for just a few minutes.  I would never get 
enough of her.  I knew that now.
        She rolled over and kissed me.  "I have to get the breakfast 
going and feed Lightning.  You sleep."
        "Your father..."
        "He'll understand.  Don't worry."
        "But.."
        "Sleep."  And I did as weariness crashed down on me.  And I 
felt totally at peace for the first time since I was a young child.
        I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs and hot coffee. I 
quickly washed my face and struggled down the back stairs to the 
kitchen.  Frank and Elizabeth were both almost finished eating as I 
took my seat, very nervous.
        Frank continued eating.
        "I told Dad I invited you to stay for a while until you sort things 
out."
        I poured some coffee.  "Are you sure?"
        "Wouldn't have it any other way."  He pushed a plate of eggs 
and bacon toward me.  I scooped a few of each and began to eat.  
"This young lady pretty much gets her way when she puts her mind to 
it."
        Elizabeth waited to get up until I was almost done.  She 
picked up her stuff and walked behind me and ran her warm hand 
over my neck as she passed.  I trembled to her touch.  I knew I 
always would.
        At the back door, the farmer's daughter turned and said, 
"Hurry Catherine, it's time for your first riding lesson."  She smiled and 
I knew I'd be happy for the rest of my life.

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