#FreeSmut: Country Living, City Loving
For most of us, the perception of living in the country is filled with hard-working people, farm animals and the peace and quiet not commonly found in the city. We also think of the country as a place of privacy and isolation. For some of us, it’s something we need and often dream about – for others it is something we dread because the isolation can drive us insane. I used to think this way until I experienced it first hand.
My parents passed on a few months back, leaving me one hundred acres of land near Sinclair, Wyoming. Living in different cities my entire life, I wasn’t sure what to expect when I arrived to survey my new property. I figured that I would probably sell the property and use the profits to buy a house in the city; but first, I wanted to figure out why my parents bought the property in the first place.
When I arrived, I stopped in town to meet with the real estate agent who managed the property. While in town, I noticed the quiet atmosphere and the friendliness of the town’s people. I walked around the town square stopping into a couple of shops and the local diner where I had a great breakfast. Certainly not the coffee and bagels I am accustomed to, but certainly a nice place to grab a decent meal. No fast food, no superstores, but everything you need when you are living out in the country.
I met with the real estate agent who drove me out to the property. We drove up to a log cabin on the backside of the property near a fishing stream. I instantly fell in love with the place. The cabin itself appeared somewhat simple, but concealed nicely was the air-conditioning system and utilities. The house was far enough off the road to allow privacy and close enough to town to allow me to get the essentials I might need. I still wasn’t sure if I could handle living out here, but I still had a few days to try and figure that out.
I stayed in town that night and had dinner. While I was there, I spoke to a few of the locals to find out a little more about the town. One, in particular, was a big roughneck who worked at the refinery on the other side of town. Every time I asked a question about the town and the people, he became annoyed – eventually, moving to another table.
Later that evening, I stopped by the local tavern, where I continued my investigation. A typical saloon that was not much for today’s music and certainly not into specialty cocktails. I sat at the bar and tried to strike up a conversation with the bartender, who was clearly not interested. The more I tried to talk to someone the more I was dismissed; until one of the roughnecks made it a personal goal to make sure I never asked a question again.
He pinned me up against the wall. Drunk and annoyed with me he planned to beat me up, but instead, someone came to my aid.
“Put him down, Jake,” a voice said from behind the roughneck.
He let me go and turned around to hear the voice say, “That is not how we behave here.”
He then took a long look at me and walked away back to the bar. I looked up to thank my hero and was shocked to see it was not superman, but a wonderful woman.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I am now, thanks,” I replied.
“Not very good at making new friends are you?” she said jokingly.
“I guess not,” I replied.
“Come on, let’s get a drink,” she said.
“Sorry, but I don’t know your name,” I said.
“I’m Mary,” she replied, “Come on, you’re buying.”
We sat down at a table outside the bar and had a couple of beers. While there, I learned quite a bit about the town and the people who live here.
“This place is not what I expected,” I said.
“Too quiet for you?” she asked.
“No, it is not the peacefulness, I expected that,” I explained, “It’s the people.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Most of the people around here are nice and friendly, but there is something about this place that turns good people angry,” I said.
“Most people around here like their privacy and they are always fearful of strangers, and especially city folks,” she replied.
“I can understand the defensiveness,” I said, “I could certainly learn to defend a great place like this.”
“So, why are you here?” she asked.
“My parents left me some property on the other end of town,” I replied.
“I knew that already, but why come all the way out here?” she asked, “I mean, you could’ve just sold it without ever having to come out here.”
“I wanted to see why this place was so important to my folks,” I said.
“Yeah, well your folks never spent a day out here,” she said.
“How would you know that?” I asked.
“I used to own it.” She said.
“You did?” I asked.
She explained to me that the property was actually part of a bigger property that her family-owned and she took over after they were no longer able to. When times got tough, she had no choice but to sell off portions of it.
“The hundred acres you own, your parents bought without ever looking at it,” she said, “I simply got a faxed copy of the contract and a check in the mail and I sent them a copy of the new deed for the land.”
“I didn’t know.” I said, “Do you still have any of your property?”
“Not much. I still own about 50 acres next to yours.” she said, “but it’s not the same anymore. I sold off the animals and really couldn’t afford the equipment to keep the place going. If it wasn’t paid for and still producing oil, I probably wouldn’t be here.”
“I didn’t know things were that bad out here,” I said.
“We do what we have to. That’s why we are always a little suspicious about outsiders coming into town.” She explained.
“I want to thank you,” I said.
“For what?” she asked.
“For sharing this with me,” I replied as I got up from the table.
“Figure out what you’re going to do?” she asked.
“Not yet.” I said, “Can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure,” she said.
“Would you give me a ride out to the house?” I asked.
“What for?” she asked.
“I want to see the property one more time before I leave.” I said, “I want to see if I can find out its secret.”
A little buzzed, she agreed to take me out there. We drove up to the house, which you couldn’t even see, if not for the headlights on her truck. I got down and Mary walked around to the side and flipped on the main power switch. The door was unlocked and I welcomed her into the house. I walked around looking at every part of the cabin, then we walked out to the back and she guided me down to the stream where she used to fish.
“This was your parents’ home wasn’t it?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, “It was hard selling it.”
“I can imagine,” I said.
“Come on,” she said.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I’m going to show you something you won’t see in the city,” she said.
We walked down the stream to a clearing. There, she moved an old log that had been moved by the current and we walked across out into a field that bordered both properties. She was a few steps ahead of me and immediately stopped. I almost ran into her as I was looking down the entire time, carefully trying to watch where I was walking.
“Do you see it?” she asked.
“See what?” I asked, “I don’t really see anything but an empty field. Besides it’s getting cold out here, maybe we should head back.”
“Damn you city folk love to hear yourself talk,” she said, “Just be quiet and look up.”
I looked up to see a clear night sky, filled with stars. In the silence, I could hear everything from crickets chirping to the grass in the field rustling together. It was very peaceful and very beautiful. Mary sat on the ground and I sat next to her. She just kept staring up at the night sky without saying a word. I found myself staring at her more than the natural scenery. Mary was not just a tough country girl, but she was also very sensitive and a little mysterious.
“When was the last time you were out here?” I asked.
“I try to come out here any chance I get,” she said.
“I think I know what I am going to do, now,” I said as I got up.
“Where are you going?” She asked.
“I think it’s time I leave,” I said.
I started to walk away, figuring this was really her land and she felt safe here, so there was no reason to take her away from the moment. I got back up to the house and sat out on the front porch. A little while later, Mary came around the corner.
“Here you are,” she said.
“Yeah I forgot, you drove,” I said laughing.
“Do you want to go?” she asked.
“No, but I think I better,” I said.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, but it’s not right.” I explained, “As much as I wanted to find the secrets of this place, I found out more than I bargained for. I can’t keep this place if I can’t enjoy it.”
“So you’re going to sell it,” she insinuated.
“Probably, but I don’t want this place turning into a shopping mall or some apartment complex,” I said.
“You sure you want to give up on the investment?” she asked.
“It’s not just the investment,” I said, “There’s more here than just the house and the land.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like you.” I said, “There are too many memories here for you. I can’t take that away from you.”
“I can’t afford to take on this property,” she said.
“I know that.” I said, “Let me try and figure this out.”
We drive back into town and she dropped me off at the motel. I didn’t sleep at all the rest of the night. I couldn’t get Mary out of my head. Her beauty was only surpassed by her toughness. The next morning, I got up early and picked up some coffee and went back out to the cabin. I walked out to the spot we were at just a few hours ago. I watched as the sun came up over the horizon. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I just laid there in the field wrapped in a blanket breathing in the cold air.
“Surprised to see you here,” Mary said as she walked up behind me.
“Good morning,” I said, “What brings you out here this early?”
“You actually,” she said.
“Me?” I asked.
She walked up and sat next to me. She looked like someone who was fighting her emotions. Wanting to say something, but just couldn’t find the courage or the words to tell me. She looked up at me showing me her eye under her cowboy hat.
“You are not like a lot of the guys I see come into town,” she said.
“How so?” I asked.
“You didn’t try anything last night,” she said.
“You probably would have kicked my ass if I tried anything,” I said jokingly.
“I mean most city boys think we’re soft and naive and can be taken advantage of,” she said.
“I know you are none of those things,” I said.
“Yeah yeah, shut up I am trying to say something,” she said sarcastically.
She started to rub her arms to try and stay warm so I opened the blanket up more to cover her with half of it.
“You saw how emotional this place is for me and you were willing to help save it.” She said, “I don’t know if I ever met anyone like that. So either you’re really that kind or… you’re gay.”
“Thanks… I think,” I said.
“So, did you figure anything out?” She asked.
“I think so, but I will have to wait another day before I can be sure,” I said.
Just then, the winds picked up it got colder so we went back up to the house and I tried starting a fire. After several failed attempts, Mary stepped in and immediately had the fire going.
“So what are your plans for today?” I asked as I handed her a cup of coffee.
“I had planned to work on the fence at the front of my house, but the weather is going to get worse, it may have to wait.” she said, “What about you?”
“I think I am just going to stick around here today,” I said.
“You really like this place don’t you?” she asked.
“I’m starting to,” I said, “but I can’t stay here.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“For the same reason, you couldn’t live in the city.” I replied, “We don’t belong.”
I talked about how tough she was and how living in the city would probably put her in a similar category as she did with me. Some might think she was too unladylike to be straight and the guys would be intimidated by her.
As for me, I am not the rough and tough outdoorsman. Living off the land just wasn’t my cup of tea. Then I reminded her that it was her toughness that kept me from getting my ass kicked the night before.
Mary sat there listening to me babble as she drank her coffee. She then put the cup down, rubbed her denim-covered thighs and looked up at me.
“So you think that I can’t be a real lady?” she asked.
“That’s not what I meant,” I said.
She stood up, walked over to me and sat on my lap facing me. She then ran her fingers through my hair and planted a deep passionate kiss on me.
“How’s that for being the tough girl?” she asked jokingly.
I was completely overwhelmed and grabbed her head with both hands, brought her back in for another wonderful kiss – knocking her hat off in the process. We continued to kiss there in the chair, then she got up and took me by the hand and walked me into the bedroom. There we continued to kiss as we both began undressing each other. Her tough exterior was covering her beautiful softness as she was only wearing a white lace bra and matching thong underneath the flannel shirt and blue jeans.
As I caressed her body slowly, she ran her fingernails down my chest and stomach; that was followed by her squatting down in front of my rock hard cock. She rubbed it slowly over my boxers then pulled them down exposing the shaft. She continued to caress it gently with her hands, as I stood motionless. She then licked her hand and began stroking me, followed by the most intense blow job I had ever had.
“Do you like that?” she asked seductively.
“Oh yeah,” I said.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” I said.
She then stopped and laid on the bed. I helped her remove her thong and dropped to my knees and pulled her by the waist down to the edge of the bed. I spread her legs open and began to return the favor she paid to me.
She moaned uncontrollably as I licked her clit and penetrated her pussy with my finger. This was certainly no country hillbilly. Mary knew exactly how to be a lady. Perfectly groomed in all the right areas and well experienced in the art of lovemaking.
“Ooohhhh, I want you,” she said.
“I want you too,” I replied.
“I want you inside me,” she said.
She then pulled me up on top of her. As I move up her gorgeous body, I ran my lips and tongue over her stomach and beautiful breasts. We immediately kissed when our eyes met and she reached down grabbing my firm cock and sticking it into her wet pussy.
“Oh god, you are so big,” she said.
“You feel so good,” I said.
“I love the way you feel inside me,” she said as she dug her fingernails into my back.
After some time, she wanted to change positions, turning me so I could lie on my back and she could sit on top. I watched as she positioned my cock again and slid down on it. I couldn’t believe the tight and wonderful sensation and neither could she. She continued to moan with the pleasure she was receiving. I watched as her breasts continued to bounce up and down as she rode my cock.
She then wanted more. As tired as I was, I did not want to disappoint her. She got up off me and helped me up to my feet. She then bent over touching her toes. I couldn’t believe how flexible and limber she was.
“Come on baby, I want you to fuck me doggie style,” she said as she reached back and spread her pussy lips open for me.
I moved closer and penetrated her again. The sensations were overwhelming the longer we would go at it.
“Come on baby, give me all of you meat,” she said
“Oh, you like that don’t you,” I said as I smacked her ass.
“Oh yes. Smack my ass, baby,” she said quickly.
I smacked her a few more times and with each slap of her cheek, she moved faster and faster.
“Oh god, you are going to make me cum,” she said.
I was blown away. Normally it is me who cums first or at all, but we were really enjoying each other and just then I could feel her shiver and slide off of me.
“Oh my god. You are fantastic,” she said.
I just stood there, feeling a little left out. She then pulled me back on top of her and pushed my dick back inside her.
“Come on baby, it’s your turn I want you to cum all over me,” she said.
I plowed her for what appeared to be just a few seconds as she clamped her hands on my ass begging me to stay inside her, but I pulled out and came all over her stomach. I was so tired that I fell onto her unable to move. She simply wrapped her arms around my head and back bringing her legs around hugging my legs and we kissed passionately until we both fell asleep.
That evening, I woke up with her in my arms. She was already awake and looking right at me.
“Do you want to go have dinner?” I asked.
“I would rather stay here with you,” she said.
“For a soft woman, you hide it well,” I said.
“I only show that side when someone special comes along,” she said.
“You, are the special one,” I said as I got up out of bed.
“Are you still going to leave?” she asked.
“I think so,” I said.
“What are you going to do with this place?” she asked.
“I am going to keep it.” I explained, “I need to hire someone who can get it fixed up while I am gone.”
Disappointed, but understanding, Mary said, “I can find someone to help you with that.”
“No, you don’t need to, besides, you will be too busy,” I said.
“With what?” she asked.
“You are coming back with me so I can pack up and move out here,” I said.
The look of shock took over as she jumped out of bed and into my arms.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.
I looked deep into her eyes and said, “The only thing I am sure about is that I have the most beautiful bodyguard in the world.”
“But what about the city and your job there and your whole life?” She asked.
“Now who can’t shut up?” I asked sarcastically, “I think we can figure out any problem that comes up… that is if you want to give us a shot.”
“Are you kidding me?” she said excitedly.
We began making out again and after a passionate shower together, we began making plans for our future.