Thread: Tourist Trap! (Jack Stalker and Neva)

Tourist Trap! Farm owner Joe Masters had spotted the car at the edge of his property an hour ago. He had immediately towed it back to his farmhouse, depositing it in the barn next to it, smug with the knowledge that the owner would be faced with an impossible trek back to town after they found it missing. He'd then taken to his pick up and headed out to one of his fields to check over some of the farming equipment he had left there as well as a tractor. His plans did not go as expected though, as soon after he had started he spotted someone out in the field. At first it had pissed him off, then he figured it must be the vehicle owner, lively oblivious to what had happened to their ride as they messed about with his crops. As he approached his opinion altered dramatically, as it quickly became apparent that it wasn't some fat obnoxious tourist with his family camped out in among the grass, instead it was a hot as fuck woman, flashing plenty of leg in her white dress and sporting the sort of looks that would have gotten her fucked to rags if she'd been discovered by the wrong farmhand. In fact if she had been discovered by such a farm hand she would likely be splayed open and dripping with cum already. Unfortunately, for Nicole Goldman , he was the wrong sort of farmhand. He'd already raped her with his eyes and fucked her eight ways to Sunday in his thoughts, before he even got close to her in his pick up truck. He pulled it up to a halt a dozen or so feet away from her and clambered out and stepped down to confront her. His powerful form showed off every taut muscle in his body, his weathered features and beard hiding the face of a man who had devoted a lifetime to working the land and taking what he wanted from whatever he laid his hands on. He wiped off some dirt from his hands onto his jeans and rolled his neck form side to side, reaching up to rub the back of it. His shirt was barely clinging to his broad shoulders and his rough appearance was testament to having spent a day working hard, a day which he had not expected to be interrupted in such a 'beneficial' way. You're off the beaten track, aren't you lady? he said simply, moving to block the sunlight from her face, getting a good look at her as he did so. She was hot as fuck, though clearly a woman with some years behind her and not some young girl. He briefly wondered what she was doing out here alone, but did not bother to ride that thought as far as asking her, he was too busy unashamedly checking out her legs, slowly enough to let her know that she was being appraised, lusted over and generally rudely and crudely admired for her flesh. I guess you must be the owner of the vehicle I spotted a half hour ago, a short way from the no trespassing and private property signs? he continued with a twist of a grin. Doesn't really matter if you saw them or not, you're on my land now. That means that if you want to see that vehicle again, then it looks like you are going to have to deal with me. he insisted in a gruff tone. He stepped a little closer, never letting his eyes stray from that perfect flesh or her stunning face. We can do that in one of two ways. You can come with me back to my farmhouse, where we'll sort out some payment for towing your vehicle and you damaging my field with your presence... he paused, Or you can pay up right here. he finished with a wicked looking grin, as he rested his hands on his belt, thumbs inside his jeans as he drew his gaze up to her eyes.