Sam's Cabin

I had been waiting along the side of the road for 2 days.  Not one car had come by I was woozy and felt myself slipping in and out of conciseness from dehydration, and cold.  I laid in my car in the ditch and slept for so long I lost track of time.  When I woke it was night again, I felt so alone, in the middle of nowhere, and I was beginning to accept that this may be my end.

 There was a eerie quietness that filled the forest with the occasional sound of some sort of animal.  A few times I thought I heard something, maybe a person, I was hopeful, but turned out to be nothing.  I propped myself up and looked out the rear window.  If only I paid more attention when my father tried to teach me about cars.  I guess you never know which lessons will turn out to be most important in life.  

I fell asleep watching,  and waiting for someone to come by..

The next day I was very weak from hunger.  I thought I was having a mirage when I made out the outline of a man pulling a horse in my direction.  He picked me up and hung my limp body over the horses saddle.  My hands and feet dangled loosely, and I was so weak, I passed out a couple of times as the horse expertly maneuvered between tress, and across a steam. 

I didn't know where my would be heroin was taking me, and I cared not.  I was just glad that someone had found me. I don't think I could have survived another night of cold darkness without food, and water.

I woke up in a comfortable bed, and for the first time in days, I was warm and dry.  A tall, silver haired man introduced himself as Sam.  He was a little older than me and looked a bit rugged, definably not a pencil pusher.  Perhaps the perfect kind of man for the current surroundings. 

Sam's cabin was rustic and small, but he seemed to have anything a man living alone could need.  A delicious smell was pouring from a giant pot on an old gas stove.  "Eat, girl eat," he urged, putting a bowl of soup in my hand and closing my fingers around it.   He put a large glass of water in front me on the old wooden table, and I ate well. 

Sam let me stay at his cabin he fed me, and dressed the wound on my ankle I had acquired from the car wreck.  H even made me crutches from some old tree limbs so I could hobble about without his assistance.  Sam was a man of few words, but I got the feeling he enjoyed having some company. 

Once I was feeling better I asked him where there was a phone I could use.  He laughed, "nowhere around here sweetie, so you might as well forget about it." 

AA few days later I tried again.  "So, where would be the closest phone, do you think?"  I asked in my sweetest tone."

Oh I'll take you to one when the snow melts," he promised.  It got to be kind of a contest between us, every few days I would ask about a phone, and each time he would tell me he would take me in a few days.  A few days never seemed to come. 

II knew my family at home would be worried about me.  After three weeks they probably were thinking the worst, and they would have been right if Sam had not come along that day.  I wasn't sure why Sam was trying so hard to keep me isolated.  I began pondering how to handle the Sam situation, after all he did save my life and I didn't want to be ungrateful.  On the other hand I really wanted to go home, or at least let my family know I was alive.  In retrospect I think he was just lonely, and I was the first woman he had seen in some time.

  As days past we became closer sharing with each other stories of our past, and listening to each other.  Sam was kind sexy in his own hillbilly kind of way.  He had long grayish hair that flowed over his broad shoulders and down his back.  He has an average size build but quite firm from his outdoor life style.  Even though he was tough, he often showed a gentle side.

One day as Sam and I were having dinner, he looked at me with a strange gleam in his blue eyes, I had not noticed that look before.  Then, out of nowhere he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.  His kiss was warm and tender, he slowly ran his fingers through my hair, and down over my cheek.  I sunk into the passion, and I began to kiss him back. 

II almost forgot about George, the man I was engaged to back home.  I stopped suddenly, when I remembered him and pushed Sam away, even though my body did not want to break from his warm embrace.  Sam was furious, I had never seen him angry before.  He began raving on about how much he had done for me.

"Your so ungrateful you never even properly thanked me," he scalded.  Then he slammed the door and disappeared into the woods, leaving me sitting alone, feeling empty, and sad.  I never wanted to hurt his feelings, but that was exactly what I had done. 

Sam quietly returned the next morning and acted as if nothing had happened.  After dinner he produced a bottle of whiskey from a kitchen cupboard.  Sam poured himself a small glass, and offered some to me.  I enjoy the pleasures of alcohol and had missed it for a while. 

After we had a couple glasses of whiskey, Sam wanted to talk about the night before.  " I like you a lot," I told him honestly, "and I really do appreciate everything you have done for me.  I am however engaged to another man," I reminded him. 

& "I know," he said slyly. "That's why I'm willing to make you a deal."

Sam's deal was simple.  "You must treat me exactly the way you would if I was your husband for 24 hours.  I want to feel it to, you can't just go through the motions, and I promise I will take you to the nearest town.  You can call anyone you want, and you never have to see me again.  If  you refuse, you may be stuck with me forever.  Either way I win."

 I would only be lost in the woods if I tried to find the town by myself, that much I knew.  Even though Sam was a very appealing man, I didn't like being black mailed into sex.  I thought about it for a while, it seemed like a no brainer.  After all if I didn't do something I would never see my family again. 

"You will make love to me, tell me you love me, and you better act like you mean it."  He said just to make everything clear.  I decided to accept his deal.  We agreed that our 24 hours would start in one hour, and we shook hands on the promise.  I drank more whiskey to take the edge off.

One hour later Sam stood in front of me and opened his arms wide.  I went to him, and put my arms around him.  We held each other closely.  Sam touched my face, and kissed me gently on the cheek.  He gave me little butterfly kisses on my neck.  His hot breath smelled of whiskey. 

"I've wanted you for so long," said Sam.  Once again his warm lips met mine and we kissed. I slipped my tongue in his mouth and wrapped it around his.  Sam reached for my shirt and I lifted my arms for him to pull it over my head.  I was getting caught up in the heat of the moment.  Sam's kisses were so sweet and arousing.

We stripped each other naked, and realizing I was about to loose my virginity made me so nervous.  My hands were sweating, my heart was racing, and my stomach was fluttering inside.  Sam took my hand and put it on his hard erection. 

My mind was racing, I didn't know if Sam knew I was a virgin.  We had a lot of long talks, "but did that subject ever come up? I asked myself.  I had a feeling it wouldn't matter much to him.  I slid my fingers up and down Sam's long white shaft.  He kissed me again, and with one quick motion scooped me up and carried me to the couch.  Sam laid me down gently, and slid his hand between my thighs. 

I decided to tell him.  "Sam ah I'm a virgin.  I just thought you should know," I whispered nervously.  Sam pulled his hand from my pulsing crotch and stroked my face. 

"Really? Why didn't you tell me this before?" he asked. 

"It didn't seem important before," I replied.

Sam almost seemed like he didn't want to have sex with me after I told him.  He backed off a little and moved his hand up to my breasts.  I took his hand and guided it back between my thighs.  "It's ok lover," I said with a kiss.  Sam began gently massaging my clit his thumb slowly forced a finger inside of me a little at a time.  Sam put a  finger in his mouth and dampened it with his own saliva.  Then he began working it into my tight hole. 

I was getting a little scared thinking about him putting that huge dick in my little hole.  Sam fingered me for a while and I began to relax. 

"Are you ok?" asked Sam. 

"I'm fine." 

"I'll try not to hurt you," he promised.

Sam spread my legs and positioned himself between my thighs.  He kissed me again.  "Try to relax babe," he said as I felt his hard dick head searching for my hole.  Sam reached his hand between us and tried to guide his large cock inside of me.  I repositioned myself so Sam could zero in on my wet hole, but it was to tight he just couldn't seem to get it in. 

I reached my hand between us and squeezed him in my sweaty palm.  The size of it was alarming, I took a deep breath and slowly guided the head of it in my tight hole.  Sam moved slowly working himself deeper a little at a time.  I gasped when a pain shot through me as he broke my hymen.  Sam must of felt it too, cause he let out a moan of pleasure as he tore me inside. I held my arms snuggly around his neck, and kissed his ear.

 It took what seemed like forever for him to get the hole way in.  It felt so good but it also hurt.  Sam thrust his hips propelling himself in and out of me.  Then he lost control and began thrusting into me hard and fast.  He moaned loudly as he buried his cock deep and began to spasm. 

Sam's legs quivered, as he pumped a load of boiling hot cum inside of me.  The sensation was awesome, but I did not cum.  Sam laid motionless, and spent for a few moments on top of me.  Then he slowly withdrew his softening penis.

After the sex we showered together.  Sam asked me several times if I was ok.  He was so sweet and considerate.  I told him that I loved him and that everything was as it should be.

I began thinking about my fiancé, I wondered if  he would of been as gentle as Sam was.  For the first time we shared his bed and held each other all night.  The next day I made Sam breakfast, and we made love one more time.

After dinner Sam took me on a long ride through the woods on horseback to the town.  Sam waited with me for hours, until my family came to get me.  He told me that he loved me, and that I was welcome to come back anytime.  "I love you too," I told him and when I looked into his eyes I knew, it was true.  He didn't want me to leave but, he didn't try to stop me.

I went back home and, was back to work a week later.  I tried to forget about Sam, but I couldn't.  He was all I was all I could think about. A few times I became so aroused just thinking of him, I masturbated. 

After a month of being at home, I went back to Sam.  It took a while to find him but, I did.  He was so happy to see me he cried.  I never thought Sam and I would end up together.  It's now three months later and I'm pregnant with Sam's baby.  Sam has taught me a lot about love, and making love. sucker.

Author D.Owoc