0 comments/ 23540 views/ 11 favorites White Knight in a Cadillac By: Steelhand Steve Garrett pulled his new Cadillac into the gravel parking lot of a lonely Montana all night diner. It was almost 10:30pm. He couldn't imagine this place being open, he needed to take a break so he was glad it was. Get some coffee, get out of the car long enough to wake up, he would be back on the road in thirty minutes. He walked in but didn't see anybody. No waitress no cook, no body. The sound of a pan crashing to the floor broke the silence. Then the sound of voices arguing. A man and a woman. Then the most gorgeous redhead Steve had ever seen exited the kitchen and looked at him startled. "Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Could I help you?" She asked, obviously upset. "Just coffee, thanks. Do you have any cherry pie?" Steve answered yawning. "Sorry, honey, just apple and one piece of peach, no cherry left tonight." She replied. "Humm, peach would be good." Steve said, settling into a booth in the corner. Steve sipped his coffee and played with his pie. The man in the kitchen had returned to raking this poor girl over the coals. She came back, tears in her eyes now and asked Steve if everything was alright and filled his coffee cup. Steve looked at her and wondered why this awesome vision of a young lady would put up with this kind of treatment. "Are you ok dear?" He asked her. She just shook her head no and looked toward the ceiling. The man in the kitchen yelled at her and she turned with in a huff to respond to him. Steve watched her walk away and couldn't imagine a pair of faded jeans looking any better. There was some more yelling in the back and she once more retreated to the dining room to escape this guys wrath. She messed with stuff behind the counter acting like she was busy. The man poked his head out the kitchen door, saw Steve and returned back inside. Steve caught the girls eye and motioned her to his table. She came over, her blouse had come unbuttoned down to her breasts, she was braless. Obviously there was more going on in the kitchen than talk. "Honey, what's wrong? Do you need some help? I mean, is there anything I can do." Steve asked, motioning that she needed to button up. She looked down at her blouse, buttoned it up and her face turned as red as her hair. "I just need to…I don't have anywhere to go and I owe this asshole…no there's nothing you can do. But listen mister thanks for offering." She was embarrassed to admit her situation. "Well I can damn sure get you the hell out of here. You get in that car in the parking lot and you're out." Steve looked toward the kitchen door in disgust. "Thanks but, I owe this guy some money and I have to pay him back. I'll be out of here before too long." She replied, looking down at the floor. "Would you have to pack a lot of stuff to hit the road?" Steve watched for the cook to come out. "No, I am almost down to the clothes on my back, a few things in my room in the back of this place." She said without hope in her voice. "Go get packed, when I see you get to the car I will pop the trunk you load your stuff and get into the backseat. You will be out of this place in less than no time." Steve said looking up at her now. "Honey, thanks but I can't do that. I owe this guy and I can't walk out on a debt, he paid my way out of a bad situation and I owe him." She responded. Steve thought what an upstanding person this girl must be. She was living in hell but wouldn't leave due to her debt. The cook screamed and she left. Steve heard the sounds of violence that almost took him out of his seat and dragged him to the kitchen to protect this gorgeous defenseless little girl. She came flying out of the kitchen to Steve's table, there was a hand print on her cheek and the shoulder of her blouse was ripped slightly. "Give me ten or fifteen minutes, ok?" She said through her tears. The cook came into the dining room. He stared Steve down, Steve's eyes were locked on the big man's face. This guy was 6'4" if he was an inch. He must weigh 300 lb. The girl disappeared into the back. "You about through there mister, we're closing." He said turning his head to watch her leave. "Oh, not quite. I'll be through when I get through." Steve put as much sarcasm in his voice as he could. "Could have sworn that sign says open 24 hours." Steve thought he needed to keep this guy busy for a few minutes and give her time to clear out. He wasn't worried about this fat slob. Steve had black belts in several disciplines of martial arts. And after the past nine months of his life he wasn't afraid of anything, not this guy, not any guy…not even dying. "I don't give a damn what the sign says, get the hell out of here." He yelled at Steve. "Oh, I see, those 24 hours aren't all I a row or what?" The cook glared at Steve, returned to the kitchen and yelled out for her to get in there. Steve looked up to see her at the window knocking softly on it, trying to get his attention. He had bought her enough time. He hit the button to the trunk, it flew up and she tossed in two suitcases and a hanging bag. She closed the trunk and climbed into the backseat with an overnight case. Steve dropped a ten dollar bill on the counter and left. He got in the car and backed out shining the lights in the café windows just in case the cook was watching. He wasn't afraid of this guy but there was no need to give him any idea where this girl had gotten off to. He was back on the road and roaring away in a heartbeat. She climbed over the seat when they had gone far enough to make her feel safe. She laughed and slapped Steve on the shoulder playfully. "I can't believe I'm out of there. I'm free. Whoopee!" She hollered still laughing, Steve joined in on the laughter. "Hi, I'm Steve Garrett." He said offering her his hand. "Amber, Amber Scott. Glad to meet you Steve Garrett." She replied shaking hands. "What in the world were you doing in that place Amber?" Steve asked. "Oh, it's a long story." She answered. "I'm not going anywhere, are you?" Steve told her. Amber told her story. Her parents had sold their small ranch and moved to Cleveland about eight months ago. Her dad's brother owned a small business there and her dad was going to work for him. The ranch had been going downhill for several years. Amber had wanted to stay in Montana, or at least she didn't want to move to Cleveland. She stayed with a girlfriend for a couple of months. One night Amber and a bunch of friends had gone to the bar and Amber talked one of the guys into letting her drive his truck. She wrecked the guys truck and couldn't pay to have it fixed. Well, Eddie, the owner of the diner had been trying to get Amber to come to work for him for some time. Amber didn't like Eddie and didn't want to work for him. Eddie heard about Amber's wreck and offered to pay the damages and she could work it off at the diner. She didn't want to do it but couldn't see any other way to fix the truck. "How much do you owe the guy?" Steve broke in. "Two thousand dollars, well seventeen hundred now, I've paid three hundred." She answered. "How long have you worked for him?" Steve went on. "Six months next week." Amber replied. "Six months and all you've gotten paid back is three hundred?" Steve asked. "He keeps my pay and deducts so much per week. I know he's been ripping me off, I just didn't see anyway out." She answered. "Man, ripping you off, I would say he had been doing worse than that." Steve said. "Well, I will try to get the money and pay him back someday, but I am just glad to be out of there tonight. He is always trying to get into my pants." Amber leaned against the door and shut her eyes, she was asleep in no time. Amber woke as the car pulled to a stop. She looked through sleepy eyes at the motel sign. Steve got out and went in. He returned several minutes later and drove to the back of the motel. Amber looked at him with a worried frown. Steve pulled into the parking place in front of a room, and popped the trunk. Amber got her bags, but instead of going to the door of the room she walked down the breezeway heading back to the lobby. "Where you going Amber?" Steve asked sounding confused. "Listen, Steve, I didn't leave that hell hole to shack up in a motel with you. No offense you seem like a nice guy but I better just go to the lobby and sleep there and catch a ride tomorrow." She sounded disappointed. "Amber." Steve said. "What?" She stopped and looked back at him. "Which room do you want, 45 or 46?" Steve asked holding up two room keys, one in each hand. "You got two rooms?" She asked walking back toward him. "Two rooms." He smiled and opened both doors. Amber stuck her head in one and then the other. She took 46. She put her things on the bed and returned to the door. She was closing it just as Steve entered his room. "Good night Steve. I'm sorry I doubted you but a girl can't be too careful these days." She said. "Amber you have nothing to be sorry for. Good night, sleep well, I will see you in the morning." Steve smiled at her and shutting his door. Steve knocked on Amber's door the next morning. When there was no answer he loaded his baggage and knocked one more time, still no answer. She could be in the shower, he would wait a few more minutes. He got his camera out deciding to take some pictures of the gorgeous landscape. After a few pictures he knocked one more time. No answer. She must have decided to take off after all, he would check in the lobby on his way out. Just then he looked up to see her rounding the corner with two cups of coffee in her hands. She looked bouncy and perky this morning. She shuffled up to Steve like a high school cheerleader to the football hero from last nights big game. He was her hero, she wasn't stuck in hellhole Montana any longer. "Good morning! Coffee?" She said, smiling from ear to ear. "Thanks Amber. Hmmmm, perfect." Steve answered sipping his coffee. "They have some donuts and pastries if you want any. I wasn't sure what you would like, I ate a couple but there's still plenty left." She added. "I thought we might get breakfast if you want, I mean real breakfast, eggs, bacon, whatever." He answered. "Oh wow, that would be awesome, let's go!" She almost shouted. "Before we go could I take a couple of shots of you?" Steve asked holding up his camera. "Sure. Where do you want me?" Amber answered looking around. Steve took her coffee, put both cups on the trunk and positioned her where the best scenery would be her background. He finished the roll in the camera, taking several close ups. He picked her coffee back up handing it to her. She bounced to him and took the coffee. She went to her room to get her things while Steve rewound the film, took it out of the camera and put it in an addressed, stamped envelop. They hopped into the car and headed out. A small café was less than a mile down the road. There was a mail box out front, he dropped the envelope in it. They ate and talked and didn't worry about the time, they had all the time in the world. Amber was feeling better about Steve all the time, he put her so at ease last night by renting two rooms. The talked and laughed and got back on the road around 11:00. Steve noticed Amber was still braless. She looked good but she seemed more modest than that. She wasn't being obscene it just made him wonder. "Amber, I hate to ask you this but I have noticed you don't wear a bra. You seem more modest than that." He said not taking his eyes off the road. "Oh, gosh Steve, I'm sorry. I have tried to hide it. Eddie must have broken into my room and stolen them, all of them. I accused him but he denied it. There is nowhere else they could have gone. I am so ashamed. He wouldn't give me enough money to get anymore. I hate that fat bastard." She ducked her head and pulled her coat around her tightly, her eyes began to water. They were in Billings within the hour. Steve drove into the city. When he found a mall he pulled into the parking lot close to an entrance. "What are we doing?" Amber asked. "We're buying you bras. And panties or anything else you need. Let's go and don't argue with me, don't even argue with me. Get out of this car and hit that mall girl." Steve smiled. He made her feel so at ease. She let him buy her what she needed. She was picking out cheap bras, he took one from her and tossed it back and drug her to the expensive ones. He even talked her into some new jeans and a couple of new blouses. Her tennis shoes were worn out, he bought her new ones. She must have thanked him a thousand times in that mall. She just gave up and let him indulge her. They were hungry again by now so they went to the food court and ate. They wondered through the mall. Steve would stop and window-shop and ask Amber if she needed anything she saw in this window. She would drag him off by the elbow promising him that she didn't need anything else. When they got to Victoria Secrets he stopped and she didn't. She was almost two stores away when he noticed she wasn't there. He caught up with her laughing asking her where she went. She smiled back and thumped his nose, shaking her head no. They decided to spend the night in Billings. They found a nice motel across the street from a large supermarket. They settled in for the evening and night. Steve forced a fifty dollar bill in Amber's hand and pushed her out the door and told her to go shopping and get anything she needed. She just laughed and headed across the street to the store. Steve settled into a chair and watched her until she disappeared into the store. He sat there peacefully contemplating the next day. Where would they go? What did she want to do, where did she want to go? He decided they could discuss this later tonight after dinner. He saw her walk out of the store carrying two grocery bags. The only problem was there were five nasty looking dudes following her. Steve sprang out the door and was across the street in a heartbeat. He could see the relief on Amber's face as he approached. The boys were picking on her and making rude suggestions. They didn't see Steve coming. One of them asked her something about doing the five of them. Steve couldn't hear the whole thing. As he got to them he pushed the one closest to Amber. They all stopped and looked at him. "I have a better plan. You five jerks get the hell out of here while you can still walk." He took a defensive stance. Steve figured they were high school age. He didn't care, they weren't going to bother Amber while he was around. They circled him. He kept turning looking from one the next and so on around the circle. "So, who do I hit first? I think you, the big one, I'll take you out first and then this guy." He pointed to the one he meant. They made a few more stupid remarks about kicking his ass. Steve had to wait for them to start it, they were too young for him to just beat the hell out of and leave. He saw one of them throw a punch out of his peripheral vision. He hit the big one and the next one and kicked behind him knocking another one backwards. He swung around and took out a fourth one. He didn't get the fifth one, he had moved quick enough to be twenty feet away and flying through the parking lot. He looked at the four lying on the pavement. They weren't hurt bad. They got up one at a time and backed away. Steve grabbed the biggest by his collar. The kid's eyes got as big as half dollars. "Would you like to apologize to the lady while you can still talk?" Steve asked him. "I'm sorry ma'am. We didn't mean anything." His voice was cracking. "Please don't hit me mister." Steve let him go. They were out of sight before Steve could turn around to see if Amber was alright. They had hassled her in the store. She wasn't worried, she knew Steve would be there when she came out. She took a deep breath and smiled at him. "Thanks. You make me feel so safe." She said. She leaned her head on his shoulder, he took the grocery sacks. She wrapped her arm through his and walked slowly back to the motel room. She was amazed at how hard he was, his arm was like steel. He obviously kept himself in good shape. The rooms connected and Amber opened the door between them. She had bought snacks and popcorn. She thought they might watch a movie later and have popcorn. She bought toothpaste and few feminine things she needed. She handed Steve the change, he stuffed it in the front pocket of her jeans. She just shook her head at him and smiled. They had dinner at a nice restaurant close enough to the motel to walk. As was getting to be the habit, Steve paid for both of them. They sat and talked for a long time at the restaurant. "Amber, what are you going to do now? I mean with your life, what would you like to do?" He asked. "Do you want to go to Cleveland and see your folks?" "No, I don't think I want to go to Cleveland. I love my folks but I don't want to go there. Not to live anyway. I don't know, I'm not sure now. I thought I would grow old and die on that ranch but that won't happen now. I don't know what I want to do." She answered. "Well, I guess we will just have to take some time and find you something to do somewhere you want to do it." He smiled at her. Something about this man reassured her that everything would work out alright. They walked slowly back to the motel. Amber dropped on the bed in Steve's room and started looking through the TV stations trying to find a movie. There were a couple of good ones on. She switched back and forth watching one for awhile and then the other one. After about an hour she tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave and popped it. She had bought soft drinks. She fixed Steve his and took it to him. She took the hot bag and laid down beside Steve placing the popcorn between them. One of her favorite movies was coming on next. She settled in beside him to watch it. It was a chick flick that had her crying before it was over. The popcorn was long gone and the drinks were empty. Steve noticed Amber's wet eyes. He smiled down at her and made fun of her crying at a movie, but he put his arm around her and hugged her tight. She drifted off to sleep on his bed. The next morning she woke to the sound of the shower. She looked around the room. The other bed had been slept in. He had had a chance to sleep beside her all night and he got up and slept in the other bed. She laid her head back down on the pillow and smiled to herself. What a wonderful guy. She had been in bed next to him and he had the restraint to leave her alone. He had covered her and left her clothes on. Not one button undone. The shower shut off. He popped his head out to see her awake and smiling at him. He was brushing his teeth, nothing on but a towel around his waist. "Good morning." He said through his foamed mouth. "Good morning." She said stretching and yawning. "You want to go to your room so I can get dressed?" He said still foaming. She could tell he was smiling under all the toothpaste. He closed the bathroom door, she got up and shut the door between the rooms and plopped back down on his bed and watched the bathroom door. The door opened and a naked Steve walked out, a towel over his head drying his hair. She couldn't believe this guy. She didn't think guys his age stayed in this kind of shape. She buried her face in the covers, suddenly ashamed of what she was doing. "Amber! Good gosh girl I thought you left!" Steve wrapped the towel back around his waist. The damage was done. She had seen him in all his glorious manhood. She looked up at him with a little girl scared smile on her face. "Sorry, I was just playing. I didn't see anything." She lied. He looked down at her with his head tilted as if to say how could you have not seen anything. He walked to the connecting door and opened it and motioned for her to get out of his room. She was afraid she had made him mad. She slowly headed to the door. She frowned at him with a pouty mouth, her bottom lip sticking out. White Knight in a Cadillac "I'm sorry Steve, I was just playing, I didn't mean it, I'm really sorry." She tried to make up. He didn't say a thing, he just looked at her walk through the door. He spanked her on her butt and shut the door and locked it. "Hurry up and get ready naughty girl we got to get out of here." He said through the door. She leaned back against the door and smiled. He didn't hate her. The thought of his naked body raced through her mind. He was awesome. His stomach was cut and looked as hard as his arm felt. His cock was delicious looking even soft. She hadn't seen much more. She was wishing she hadn't seen him at all. Now she wasn't sure she could stop herself from wanting him. He unlocked the door when he got dressed. She was naked just out of the shower but he didn't open the door. She got ready and came back to his room. She announced her entrance just in case. He looked at her like a father looks at his child when they have been bad. She looked at him embarrassed, her face was flushed. They loaded the car and found a good place to eat breakfast. Neither one said much as they ate, the motel incident was still fresh on their minds. They were on the road to…to who knows where? Amber put her arm on the back of the seat and gently brushed his shoulder with her fingers. He looked at her and smiled. She felt better but still awkward. "Those new jeans look good on you." Steve said, finally breaking the silence. "Thanks, I really like them." She answered. "Wish I had had them on earlier." He smiled at her. "Oh, Steve, please. I did a dumb thing, and I am so embarrassed. I really wish I hadn't done that. I don't know what got into me." She turned red again. "So you did see something?" He had her now. "Uhhh…yes." She confessed. "Oh, nothing you haven't seen before I'm sure." He said. "Yeah, just never so nice." She said without thinking. "Oh, you think so?" He answered. "Oh, well…I mean…oh damn, why can't I just keep my mouth shut?" She was turning redder if that was possible. "I love embarrassing redheads, you guys turn so red, I love it." He laughed. "Where are we going Amber?" "I don't really care Steve. Wherever this road leads I guess." Amber answered. She relaxed and they began to talk and joke again. They were back on good terms in no time. They headed southwest going to no particular place. They were lost in the freedom of not having to be anywhere at anytime. Amber saw a billboard advertising mountain cabins for overnight stays. They decided to check it out. Steve pulled into the office. There were cabins wondering through the woods, Amber loved it. They went in and inquired about a cabin. They were more than a motel but would be nice. Steve asked for two cabins close together. Amber jumped in and asked the man if there were any two bedroom units. He answered that there were but the only one he had was toward the back of the complex. They decided to check it out. The cabin was huddled in a glade. Amber had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. The sound of a running stream in the distance and the birds singing made it perfect. "Oh Steve lets take this one." She begged. They went in to look it over. There was one small bedroom and a loft with a bed that opened out to the living area. It was adorable. Amber took his arm and begged him to take it. They could buy food and cook and have a fire in the fireplace. "You promise to stay in your room while I'm in the shower?" He whispered in her ear joking. "No, Steve I get the loft. Oh, please, let me have the loft bed." She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. "Well at least I can lock myself in my room to keep you out." He smiled. Amber's mouth flew open and she slapped his arm playfully. They took the cabin. There was a small grocery store just a mile or so back down the road. They bought steaks and potatoes and makings for a salad. She talked him into a bottle of wine. She picked up a cheap corkscrew. They got back to the cabin and Steve fired up the grill out back. Amber made the salad and prepared paper plates and plastic utensils. She opened the wine and poured some in two paper cups and took one to Steve and watched the fire burn. She hugged his arm and stared at the fire. The steaks were perfect, the potatoes perfect, the salad, well it was salad and the wine was perfect. They finished eating and sat on the couch sipping their second cup of wine. The fire was blazing in the fireplace. The atmosphere was perfect. "So let me get this straight. You were born at an early age, in a hospital so you could be near your mother and what happened after that?" Steve asked. Amber laughed and began her life's story. She told him about her childhood, how wonderful it had been growing up on a ranch. All her horses names through the years. She had finished high school and went to a small community college for two semesters but didn't like it and decided it wasn't for her. She had had a couple of serious boyfriends but nothing permanent came of them. She brought him right up to date. She turned it over to him asking him about his life. Steve went through his life for her. Pretty boring through high school. Some athletic accomplishments but nothing outstanding, except his martial arts skills. They were extensive, she reminded him that she had seen the results in the grocery store parking lot. He got his engineering degree, and met his wife in college…His face went blank. He fell silent, a tear ran down his cheek. "What's wrong Steve?" Amber asked putting her hand on his shoulder. He went on through his tears to tell her about his wife Michelle and his daughter Sarah. They were his life, his all. A drunk driver had hit them head on. In the middle of the day. What was that ass doing drunk in the middle of the day?! Steve's tears were streaming down his face. He had lost his job after the accident, he couldn't work, he didn't care. The insurance on Chelle and Sarah was over half a million. He didn't want the money, he wanted his Chelle and Sarah back. Michelle was part owner in a photography studio, her partner, Greg Daniels, bought Steve out for another fifty thousand. He sold his house, he couldn't stand to stay in it, too much of them in it. That added another two hundred thousand to his pocket, he bought his new Cadillac and took off to see the world. Steve got up and walked to the bedroom and shut the door. Amber sat crying on the couch for several more minutes. Then she got up and followed Steve to the bedroom. She opened the door. Steve was lying face down on the bed crying. Amber, still crying, eased onto the bed, laid down beside him and began to rub his back. "Steve, I'm so sorry." Amber said laying her head between his shoulder blades. She was almost to the point of doing anything for this guy. She had never met anyone like him. With each pass of her hand she moved closer to his ass. Finally Steve rolled over, the light from the fire barely illuminating them. Amber kept her hand at the waist of his jeans, she inched her fingers inside his pants. He took her hand and pulled it out, shaking his head no. She laid her head on his muscled chest and rubbed his stomach. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore her. Then she sat up on the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. He took her hands and held them. "No Amber, please don't do that. You're gorgeous, wonderful, everything a man would want but I don't want your sympathy, at least not like this. Cry for me, hug me but not this, please." He whispered through his tears. Amber stopped and sat there looking into his eyes, leaving her blouse with the first two buttons undone, the black lace of her new bra showing. She held his hand, he stared at the ceiling thinking about his Chelle, wishing she was there with him. Remembering the way they would make love, thinking how much Chelle would have loved this place. He looked at Amber, smiled at her and closed his eyes. She laid down beside him. They fell asleep in each others arms. Amber woke the next morning. Steve wasn't in bed. The smell of coffee filled the cabin. She got up to find Steve staring out the window at the mountains behind them. He smiled and headed to the coffee pot. There were courtesy cups, a coffee maker and coffee. He poured hers and handed it to her. They stood there staring at each other sipping their coffee. "Amber, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have gotten so emotional. It's been almost a year but I still miss them so much." He said. "Oh no, Steve, you should never get over it. I hope they are in your heart forever. No one should ever take their place. And I'm sorry about last night too. I should never have made a pass at you like that. I was just wanting to help if I could. I'm sorry." She answered. "No, Amber, listen. That was the most flattering thing anyone has ever done to me. To think that someone as beautiful and wonderful as you would have anything to do with an old fart like me is so far beyond flattery, I am floored." He said. "Old fart? I think you forgot that I have seen the package." She ducked her head and smiled, beginning to turn red. He laughed and walked back to the picture window admiring the sight. She joined him. They drank their coffee in silence. One of them would sigh from time to time entranced by the beauty. Steve turned to Amber. "I'm hitting the shower. Want to join me?" He surprised her and himself. Amber froze, her coffee cup just at her lips. Her eyes rose to his, he was serious. He reached his hand out to take hers. She looked down at his hand and took it. She put her coffee down on the table and shyly followed him to the bathroom. Steve turned on the water, then turned to Amber. He took the top button of her blouse and unbuttoned it. His eyes were on hers. She was looking down at his hands opening her shirt. He pulled it off her shoulders when the buttons were all loose. She pulled the sleeves off her arms. His hands were busy unfastening her bra. When the hook let go her firm breasts popped out, the cups were barely covering her nipples. Her skin was so soft and white. He brushed her bra off of her breasts, his fingernails raking across her nipples gently. She sighed at the sensation of his touch. She looked up at him now her head tilted, her eyes misty, her mouth slightly opened, her breathing getting slow and deep, her body gently swaying in his hands. He stepped back and took his shirt off, he kept his gaze on her perfect pink nipples. The areolas were small and so pink. The nipples were small domes of flesh. He couldn't wait to taste them. Amber was undoing her jeans and beginning to drop them down her soft sleek thighs, her black lace panties were like magnets to his eyes. As his hands moved to the snap of his pants, Amber stopped undressing and watched him, her pants wrinkled at her knees. When his pants hit the floor he stepped out of them. She stared at the swelling bulge in his briefs. He put his hands in the elastic waistband and eased them off his hardening cock. His briefs dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them as he walked to Amber. She was intrigued with his beautiful tool. He bent down and put his hand behind her thigh and pulled her leg up, he pushed her jeans off her leg with his foot. He took her other thigh raising it and pushed her jeans to the floor. They stood there looking at each other amazed. Steve was tanned, Amber was white as alabaster. Steve's nipples brown, hers pink. He pulled her to him, her flat white belly was in stark contrast to his hard flat tan belly. They gazed into each others eyes as their lips got closer and closer. Amber let out a little moan when Steve's hot wet lips pressed softly against hers. His tongue touched her quivering lips, they flew open to let him into her mouth. Their first kiss, Steve was naked, his cock stabbing her in the stomach. Amber with only her panties on. This was a first kiss neither one of them would ever forget. Steve picked her up in his arms, their lips still locked in their lover's embrace. He carried her without breaking their kiss. He eased her down onto the bed, their lips still engaged. He laid down on top of her and finally pulled his lips from hers. She kept moving her mouth, her eyes closed, she was lost in this man, wanting everything he was about to give her. She opened her eyes at last and looked up at him dreamily. "Quite a first kiss, don't you think?" He asked her, his gaze moving up and down her body. She shook her head dreamily, yes. He sat up studying her intently. He slid down the bed and took the waist of her panties in his fingers. He slowly inched them down her soft pouty mound. The sight of her blazing red pubic hair drove him crazy. He had never had a redhead before. She kicked her panties off with her feet. He was lowering his head to kiss her thigh, his stare locked on her incredible pussy. He kissed up her thigh. Her pussy lips were so pink and swollen. She flinched uncomfortably and put her hand over her pussy. "Is something wrong?" Steve asked, his voice low, his breathing labored. "Well…you don't have to kiss me down there if you don't want to." She said nervously. "Does oral sex offend you Amber, I would never do anything to offend you, I am so sorry." He said, petting her hand on her pussy. "No…I mean, I don't know Steve. You don't like it, do you? I mean you don't have to kiss me there, isn't it nasty?" She asked him. "I want to pleasure you Amber. If you like it, I love it. Whatever you want." He was ready to satisfy her whatever she needed. "Steve, I don't know…if I like it or not…no one has ever…I don't know what it feels like…" Amber confessed, keeping her hand over her pussy. "Amber, do you want me to do it or not? I love it. I want to do it to you. If you don't like it I'll stop. If you like it I won't." He was kissing down her thigh toward her knee not wanting to be too threatening. "I've wondered about it, but no one has ever offered and I didn't know how to ask them, it just seems so nasty to me." She said. Steve sat up and looked at her. He took her knee next to him and pulled her leg up and wrapped it around his waist. Her hand was still on her pussy. He laid down on her and kissed her belly softly. She moaned and writhed gently beneath him. He eased up to her breasts and began kissing and licking one nipple and gently pinching and pulling the other one. She was getting hotter with each passing second. Her breathing was deep her belly heaving against his chest. She had never been with a man that treated her like this before. She had never been with a real man at all, only boys. Steve had her hornier in the first ten minutes than anyone had ever had her, period. He kissed down her upper belly and licked across her ribs from one side to the other. She was getting hot. When he would kiss a particularly sensitive spot, she would flinch, her belly would suck in, she would sigh deeply, writhe against him and moan. As he got to her belly button he kissed it softly and licked circles around it making it wet. He stopped and looked up at her. "Is my ladies pussy ready for her tongue bath now?" He asked. "Uh huh." She sighed writhing, but keeping her hand on her bush. She slowly slid her hand away as his kisses got closer to her bush. And wetter and hotter on her flesh. Her thighs spread wider. Her hips hunched up to meet his mouth. His hot breath felt amazing on the tender flesh of her pussy. She let out a cry of pleasure as his mouth kissed the soft skin where her thigh turned into pussy. She started moaning when his tongue touched the wetness between her lips. He spread her open with his thumbs and pushed his tongue into her hole. She melted and sighed, he felt so good. Soon he licked up to her clit and began massaging it with his tongue. She was going crazy. Writhing and hunching like nothing Steve had ever seen. The girl was hot, her pussy was so wet and ready. She dropped down in the bed and kissed Steve's mouth hard and pulled him up in the bed, she was breathing so hard it worried Steve. She dropped her mouth on his cock and sucked him. He laid back and enjoyed her. She was going nuts on him. She jumped up to him and begged. "Oh Steve, please, please give it to me." She said sighing. He rolled on top of her and guided his cock to her wet entrance. As the head penetrated her she began to cry softly at the pleasure of him. With each inch her cry got higher pitched and louder. When he buried himself to the hilt she dug her fingernails into his back and held on for dear life, sighed and let out a long low moan. He was hunching her rhythmically, his cock opening her like she had never been opened before. Her sweet flower was in full bloom. Her juice had him so lubed his big cock squeezed in and out of her perfectly. She was hornier than she could ever remember. The sensation building in her belly was new to her. She had been screwed before but nothing like this. This was new to her, and she loved it. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. As her body began to quiver deep down inside she began to tense and get as ridged as a board. When her hot juice splashed out and bathed Steve's cock it exploded uncontrollably inside her. His cock convulsed over and over, shooting its sticky cum into her velvet tunnel. He was moaning and groaning in her ear. She was wheezing in his ear, moaning with each breath, the side of her face glued to his. When his hunching finally slowed and he came to rest, she kissed his face and ran her fingers through her hair and held him in a new way. When he started to get up she pulled him back down and just moaned. He stayed and petted her and kissed her softly on her neck. "Steve that was so wonderful, you're so amazing. Your cock is the most awesome cock in the world." She whispered in his ear, kissing that ear hotly. "Of course it's the most awesome cock in the world. But only because of the woman wrapped around it. You make everything you touch the most awesome in the world Amber because you're the one touching it. Thank you for touching me, touching my life Amber." He whispered back wallowing his ear against her kiss. The shower was still running. Steve got up against Amber's protest and turned it off. All the hot water was long since used up. They would have to wait for it to heat up. Steve went back to bed and cuddled her to him. They talked and laughed. Steve would goose her and she would giggle and writhe and beg him not to tickle her. "Let's see if the water is hot yet." Steve said after thirty minutes or so. She wrapped her arms around his neck holding him to her outstretched body. "I love you Steve Garrett." She moaned in his ear, without thinking about what she was saying. Steve got up prying her off his neck smiling down at her sweet glowing face. He checked the water, it was hot. He set the temperature and returned to her. He picked her up carrying her nude body to the bathroom. "I think I better clean this nasty girl up." He joked. She stuck out a pouting lip. "I'm not a nasty girl." She said like a child. "After all that love making you must be nasty." He said like a daddy. He held her pussy to his nose, he kissed her gently, she arched in his arms at his kiss. He licked down her thighs and back to her belly button. He looked up into her eyes. "Pretty nasty. A pretty wonderfully nasty sweet pussy here little girl. I love your pussy Amber." Steve said burying his face in her bush. He stepped into the shower and held her under the streaming water. Her body glistened as it got wet. Her pussy hair turned dark as it was soaked. "Just my pussy?" She asked. Steve smiled at her and set her down, her body sliding down his. He held her close and began to soap her back. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his attention. She knew he wasn't ready to say that. She shouldn't have told him she loved him. It was just a spur of the moment comment. She thought she meant it but she had only known him a few days. Great days though they were. White Knight in a Cadillac She felt his cock jump up and slap her lower belly. She leaned away from him to see him swelling. The wet pubic hair sticking to his muscled thighs turned her on. The wet hair stuck to his belly turned her on. The wet hair covering his chest turned her on. "Looks like I'm about to get nasty again." She said looking into his beautiful hot eyes. She dropped to her knees, the shower bathing her. He had never seen anything as sexy as this hot redhead at his cock, never. Her wet hair was running down her face, water streaming off her soft white flesh. Her breasts were like waterfalls. The water ran down them and flowed off them and fell to the shower floor, each drop heading to the drain lucky to have been a drop of water to touch her glorious body. She took his half limp member in her hand and stroked it like a pet. Every other stroke or so it would jerk in her hand and grow another inch. She kissed the head softly, lovingly. It reached out to touch her. She took it between her lips and eased it into her mouth. Soon she was sucking it and licking it. Her monotone moans would escape her lips with each long stroke. She turned her head from side to side wallowing his wonderful dick against the inside of her cheeks. Steve leaned back against the tiled wall, closed his eyes, put his hands on the top of her head and let her have her way with him. When he couldn't take any more he picked her up and wiped the hair from her eyes and gazed lovingly into them. He was breathing so hard he could barely talk. "You…better…save some…for little nasty down there." He finally got it out. "Steve, wouldn't you like to cum in my mouth?" She said her breathing not much better than his. He looked at her and let her go as she slid back down his body and regained her lip lock on his tool. He almost fell in the shower when he shot his wad. His knees were so weak he could barely stand. He moaned and groaned and couldn't believe what this little babe was doing to him. When she couldn't suck any more of his sweet sticky cum, she spit into the drain and stood up hugging him tightly around the waist. "How was it? Was it good? Am I good for you like that?" She asked. He took her face in his hands and started to kiss her mouth. She put her hand over his mouth to stop him. He pulled her hand away. "You don't have to kiss me Steve." She said thinking about what had been in her mouth just seconds ago. "Oh, yes, I most definitely must kiss you or I will explode all over this shower." He said. He pushed his mouth to hers, engaging in a warm deep kiss of sincere gratitude for what she had just given him. Her lips were warm and soft. He pushed his tongue against her closed lips. She moaned in protest but he pushed harder against her lips. She relented and reluctantly opened her mouth letting his wet wonderful tongue explore the depths of her cock soaked opening. He kissed her for several minutes. "I'm glad you liked it." She said, when their lips finally parted, she stared into his eyes. "Like! Like?! Only you would use a word like, like for the most awesome amazing incredible hot beautiful wonderful, did I say amazing, thing my dick has ever felt." He was reeling. She laid her head on his chest and smiled to herself, proud that she could please him so completely. They finished washing each other, she paid special attention to cleaning his cock. He paid special attention to cleaning everything. He played with her tits, picking them up and letting them bounce back; they were so awesome and firm. "Are these natural or did you have them custom made for you?" He asked smiling at her. Amber's mouth fell open in jest. "Steve, how dare you? Of course they're not real. There are titty doctors on every corner in Montana." She took hold of his wet washed cock. "My titties are as real as this thing." She laughed, looking up at him with her head tilted in the cutest way. They laughed and rinsed each other and laughed and petted each other and laughed and held each other close and laughed. They stayed in the shower until the hot water was gone again. They got out and toweled each other dry. They went to bed in the loft that night. Steve pulled her backside against his chest, cupped her breast in his hand and fell silent. The moonlight bathed the trees and mountains in its soft glow. The sound of the stream running sang them to sleep in each others arms. They both slept better that night than they had in many, many days. Amber woke the next morning having the most wonderful dream. She couldn't see his face but the man in her dream was working her pussy over deliciously with his mouth. As her eyes opened and sleep fled she realized it wasn't a dream. Steve's head was between her thighs doing the most wonderful things to her. Her back arched and she twisted and turned at the sensations filling her body. When every muscle in her body was tingling she pulled at his hair and he rose up to her, she took his swollen cock in her hand and guided it to her wetness. "Good morning gorgeous." He said looking into her dreamy sultry eyes. "Good! Good?! Only you would use a word like good to describe what you're making me feel? It's a GREAT morning." She said in a loud voice welcoming him into her. She lifted her mouth to kiss him. He put his hand on her lips. "You don't have to kiss me." He was playing on her reaction to his kiss after the marvelous blowjob she had performed on him in the shower last night. "I most definitely do have to kiss you, or I will certainly explode. Isn't that what you said?" She played along. "Close enough." He said pressing his lips against hers. She moaned deeply against his lips, tasting herself on them as he pushed his hard dick into her drenched muffin. She was so wet his body slid in and out of hers with ease. She would squeeze him and his cock would jerk inside her and cause her to sigh with pleasure. He took one of her hands and slipped it between their bellies and asked her to fondle his balls. She reached down and took him in her hot hand. He almost melted at her touch. She had never done this before. As she began to massage them, he would tell her to squeeze them harder. He was stroking her like a well oiled machine running at full blast. Amber came in short fashion, almost loosing touch of his balls when he started this awesome screwing. She managed to have her sweet pleasure, moaning beneath him and holding on to his nuts at the same time. "Oh Amber, if you knew what you were doing to me you would never stop!" He said in her ear. Another orgasm raced through her body and she screamed at the intense pleasure. She rolled her head back and squeezed his nuts harder. When she put her other hand down and took a nut in each Steve turned into a crazy wild man. She thought he was going to break something. She wasn't sure if it would be something in her or in him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders so tight she could barely breathe. He was slamming so fast and hard she could just keep his balls in her fingertips. When he came in her he let out a scream so loud Amber swore the woodland creatures stopped making noise to hear this new animal on the block. Before he was through shooting his cum into her she came again, this man was doing things to her that she never imagined could happen. Three orgasms in one session. Whewwww. They fell silent, neither one able or wanting to say anything. When Amber finally started to say something, Steve put two fingers over her lips and shook his head no. She fell silent, smiling and petting his hair. There seemed to be no end to the pleasure she was bringing him. Amber shifted herself beneath his weight, he was smashing her breasts. He took a deep breath and raised up off her. "Sorry Chelle." He said out of habit. "Oh, Amber. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to call you…" She put her fingers on his lips and shook her head no this time. She smiled into his eyes and pulled his head down on her neck and stroked him gently. It hurt her inside, but the thought that she had taken him back to a time he loved with a woman that he more than loved pleased her down deep. She was confused about the conflicting emotions running through her heart and mind but she decided to let it go. He stroked her hard and squeezed her arms and shoulders, she could tell it had upset him to upset her. She forgave him and he hadn't even asked her to. "I'm so sorry baby. You're the first woman I have been with and…" He started. "Steve you don't have to explain. It's ok." She said, kissing his ear. "No, please let me finish. You're the first woman since Chelle. I know she would want me to go on with my life. She even told me once to get the ugliest woman I could find and rebuild my life if anything ever happened to her." Steve looked up at Amber and smiled, her grin widened, her teeth sparkled like diamonds. "So, you see, that's the real reason I picked you up in that café. I mean, look at you, you're the ugliest little redhead the world has ever seen. You have ugly titties, all that ugly pink skin. Your pussy is all red and yucky. And Amber, look at that ugly tight firm ass, and your legs are ok but gosh those feet, their so little and delicate and ugly. I mean, Amber Scott, you put the U in ugly." He finished. She smiled at him biting her bottom lip looking at him like she wanted to eat him up. She kept her arms wrapped around his neck. He had worked his way around this delicate situation with great finesse. She knew how she looked and was more than secure in herself. "Well, your dick doesn't do a thing for me. Three lousy orgasms. You might as well get rid of that worthless little limb. I don't know a woman in the world that you could satisfy." She could play his game. "Well, if pussy pleasure was money your sloppy hole couldn't buy a tampon for a pregnant flea." He came back at her smiling. "A pregnant flea wouldn't need a tampon mister smarty." She answered. "That's my point exactly, thank you for making it." He had her there. "Oh you jerk!" She grinned from ear to ear and slapped him on the arm. He rolled her on top of him. She sat up, her shoulder length hair dropped down the side of her face. She just sat there looking down at him. "Amber, you're the most beautiful woman I have made love to." He took her beautiful face in his hands and repeated. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with. Chelle and all." She closed her eyes and almost took on a sad look. She was sad to know Chelle was diminishing in his memory if that were the case. She looked up at him, her thighs straddling his stomach. "If this was the last time we make love I will quit trying to find anyone to match you. No one can. You are my…" She stopped not sure what to add. "If you suck that nasty dried pussy off my cock I will try to top myself." He stroked her hair softly. She slid down his body and had him hard again with little effort. She massaged herself for several seconds, when she was wet she eased down on his long wonderful cock. She reeled and swayed atop him as he once again filled her very being with pleasure. Before long she was resting her head on his chest begging him to get on top. He just starting hunching put into her. She laid in his arms and enjoyed his efforts to please her. He could feel her body quiver like a cold chill had come over her, her muscles would spasm and she would shake like a vibrator. He placed a finger part way into her puckered little ass and she writhed like crazy. The quivers got stronger and closer together and suddenly they turned to quakes inside her. She let out a loud moan when she came, her mouth sprawled open on his chest, her eyes shut tight. Her hot wet thick juice ran out of her, coating his balls and soaking the sheet. This girl was wetter than water. Before the sensation of the first orgasm subsided the next one built and exploded inside her. She was crying with pleasure now, calling his name softly and kissing his chest wherever her lips would touch. He held her tight stabbing his long cock as deep inside her as possible. He would squeeze his ass forcing blood into his cock causing it to swell larger inside her at the end of every stroke. She would gasp at each swelling throb. He would relax it as he pulled back out and repeated the process with each powerful thrust. He had reduced her to a quivering quaking mass of redheaded humanity. He rolled her over keeping his cock in her and returned to hunching her. She laid there like a melted candle accepting all he had to give her. He had come so many times in the last twelve hours that it would take some time to get him off this time. Finally her pussy couldn't take anymore. Her last orgasm got almost painful, the sensation ran so rough through her body. She pushed him up and begged him to stop. He could see in her eyes that she was well satisfied and getting way too sore. She couldn't take another stroke. He slowly pushed himself into her one last time. She sucked her lips between her teeth and tried to stand the intense electricity flowing out of him into her. She couldn't stand it. She let out a scream. He pulled out and kissed her softly. "Worthless little limb, couldn't satisfy anyone huh?" He said gazing into her misty satisfied eyes. "Ok…you win…I give up." She said through choppy breaths. Her breathing was returning to normal. He had rolled to her side and pulled her to lie beside him. She put her hand down on his swollen cock. "Poor baby, he's still so hard." She said, starting to beat him off. He kissed her roughly. He was still turned on with the volume cranked up. She pushed him flat on his back and began to slowly hotly kiss down his body. She licked his six-pack stomach and raked her fingernails across his massive chest, all the while beating him off with her other hand. When her mouth got to his hairy lower belly she leaned his cock toward her mouth and sucked it half way into her sweet wet void. Her tongue wrapped around the head and licked the sweet crease on the underneath side. He reacted like she wanted him to, crazily. She sucked him so hard the friction was cooking his meat. He tried to stop her a couple of times but she sighed whimpering protests out of her cock filled mouth and he let her continue. She didn't stop until every last drop of cum was in her, except the one little drip that escaped out the corner of her mouth. She sat up, licked it off, and just looked into his hot eyes. He was totally spent, his hand lightly rubbed her wrist. He couldn't move. She laid down beside him. They stayed like this for the next hour. Finally he raised his head and looked down at her, she raised her eyes high up to look at him. "Did you swallow that stuff?" He asked, it dawned on him that she hadn't moved. "Uh huh." She muttered. "Oh, you are a disgusting ugly little redheaded thing if I ever saw one. Was it good? What does it taste like? Do you like it?" He was curious, that was one thing Chelle had never done. "No, I didn't like it very much, I guess it is an acquired taste or something." She sighed. "Then why didn't you spit it out?" He asked. "I didn't want to leave you." She answered. "But just to go down and spit it out, that's not leaving me." He said. "It was too close to leaving for me. I just wanted to be here more than I didn't want to swallow it." She said. He just held her and kissed her hair and thought what a wonderful incredible little lady he had here. They spent the next hour or so sitting on the couch watching the fire. Amber asked if they could stay one more day. They could go buy some food and stay one more day. She begged but didn't need to. Steve was up for it. He tossed her the keys to his car and told her to take some money from his wallet by the bed. She looked at the keys in her hand. "Steve, your new car? I can't take it." She said. "Woman get to the store and get me my dinner." He joked putting her at ease. It made her feel good for him to trust her like this. She took the car and the money and bought what they needed. She was back before he knew it, no dents or dings. They kept the cabin one more day. They enjoyed each others sex to the fullest. They were free and flying. During there last few hours there Steve had stripped her naked and picked her up and sat her on his hard dick. She wrapped her legs around him and he had screwed her everywhere he could lay her. He carried her to the back of the couch, sat her on it and screwed her there. After several minutes he whisked her to the kitchen table and took his pleasure with her there. He threw open the sliding door leading to the back yard of the cabin and raced around in the trees with her bouncing on his staff. She ducked her head into his neck and screamed for him to get back inside, it was cold out and someone might see them. Her nipples were rock hard. Her eyes were so full of lust it drove Steve crazy, he screwed her as hard as he had ever screwed anyone. He pressed her up against the outside of the cabin and banged her for several seconds before disappearing back inside. Then he sat on the steps leading to the loft, pulled her down on him and screwed her on the stairs. They ended up in the loft bed coming and writhing and kissing and stroking and loving each other to the extreme. They loaded the car the next morning and drove away. Amber watched as the cabin disappeared from sight. She would never forget this place or the man that brought her here. They were on their way but didn't know where. They didn't care. They had driven for almost an hour and neither of them said a thing. "A penny for your thoughts." Amber said, finally breaking the silence. "Oh I am afraid my thoughts are worth much more than that, I'm thinking about you. Here you right next to me, I can talk to you all I want and I find myself lost in the memory of the last couple of days." He answered smiling at her. She slipped across the seat and snuggled up close to him. He made her put the middle seatbelt on. She complained but obeyed. "What was your favorite time over the last two days?" She asked. "The mile of dick I gave you." They both laughed. She slapped his arm. "No, I mean the single best moment, the best one time?" She asked again. "This will sound funny." He started. "Why? Nothing was funny, I mean not like you're saying it. What, tell me?" She begged. "Ok, but don't hit me. That first night when you came and laid on the bed with me after I told you about Chelle and Sarah, I woke up in the middle of the night. It had gotten cold, the fire had gone out. You looked so cold all wrapped up in your own arms. I put the covers over you and you sighed and relaxed like the warmth was bathing you inside and out. You looked so extraordinarily beautiful that night." He glanced at her. She hit his arm again. She did, square on his muscle. He thought how strong this country girl was. "I spend all that time with you naked as a jaybird and you pick a night when I was fully dressed?" She was smiling. This guy was such a stand up guy, she loved that about him. "Well the lace of your bra was showing a little. I wrapped you up and your face turned up to mine, I wanted to kiss your soft beautiful lips so bad. I wish I had now, but all things turned out well, don't you think?" He asked. "My second favorite is when you were butt naked and I fucked your brains out." He added, getting another blow to the arm. She smiled. "DON'T SAY THAT! Besides, that was all of the rest of the time wasn't it?" "I think so now that you mention it." He looked at her. They were getting close to leaving the beauty of the mountains. There was one particularly nice peak just up ahead, maybe thirty minutes away. He looked at it and back at Amber. "Amber? I have a sleeping bag in the trunk. Can I take you up on that mountain and make love to you?" He asked and glanced at her.