Sarah
Sarah:
Sarah tucked a loose wavy strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and shielded her pale blue eyes from the setting sun. The dust from the horses was beginning to choke her, but the view as the sun began to make its descent and give way to the night was breathtaking. Flat plains with rolling grass, and snow capped mountains stretched from one end of the earth to the other in the far distance. They had been traveling all day across the dusty plains, heading west, where her husband said the opportunities were greater and the land was in abundance.
“Her husband,” she thought with disdain and a slight turn down of her pouty pale pink lips and a furrow of her brow. She had been married three years. It was a marriage of convenience for him, for her family had money, and duty for her. Every night he would roll himself next to her on their pallet of thick blankets, his body smelling of dirt and grime from that days travels, his beard a briskly mess against her face as he would press himself into her. She would lie there and take it like a good wife, just like the older women back home taught her. She would roll on her back, spread her legs and pull her knees up to her chest and just close her eyes while he took five minutes to complete himself. She didn’t exactly hate him; they had a friendship. Just something didn’t click for her, she thought she knew why, but she always pushed those memories aside. “Loving someone from the past was never good for the future,” her father always said, probably speaking from experience she would think.
Morning time came all too soon the next day. The sun was peeking over the distant hazy mountains and was slowly warming the valley floor. The tall grass billowed softly as a gentle breeze blew across the plains. Sarah stood up and stretched her tall frame, her body so sore and bruised from this trip. She was in need for a good body rub. Memories of someone long ago surfaced again: the way they ran their fingers up and down her arm, the way they kneaded small circles on her lower back and then how their tongue would flick its way across her lady hood causing her to feel guilty pleasure. Sarah sighed sadly; memories weren’t what she needed today.
“I’m going to get water and wash up,” she yelled at her husband, who was already up and fiddling with who knows what at this hour.
He always seemed to be mindlessly doing things, which didn’t bother her too much. She grabbed a pail to fill and strolled to the forest that separated them from the creek. The pine trees were thick and the underbrush heavy with fallen needles, which softened under her footfalls. Everything seemed to be at peace in the forest: she heard birds chirping and small critters scurrying for their breakfasts. She didn’t exactly feel like getting on the trail, but she knew she had to pick up her step and not linger long or the caravan of white covered wagons would leave them behind. Holding her dusty dress up, she quickly made her way through the woods, and was about to emerge from the tree line when she caught her breath. Putting a slender pale hand to her rose bud mouth, she inhaled deeply and held the breath for what seemed like an eternity.
In the middle of the creek, the woman stood with her back to Sarah. Her back seemed to be carved from stone, her bare backside was firm and round as her long arms poured cold water over her thick black mane. Sarah had only ever seen one other naked woman before. The sight of this beautiful woman in front of her mixed with the memories of long ago of another woman, made her pussy begin to throb. Her pussy began to swell and the heartbeat that throbbed in it began to make her ache. She slowly crouched in the brush, hiding herself but making sure she could still see the naked woman who now faced her.
Her face was exquisite: her high cheekbones and fiery full mouth made Sarah’s stomach feel on fire, a slow burn that crept its way from her middle up to her cheeks. Her heart began to quicken while she watched the lady bathe herself, and a passion was once again ignited in her that she hadn’t felt in a while.
Sarah reached down to the folds of her sun bleached blue dress, slowly pulling it up and began to creep her hand down the flat of her stomach and into her undergarments. Her wet lips parted for her so easily, her slender finger dipping into her essence. She never took her eyes off the beautiful woman while her fingers made small, deliberate circles on the bud of her pussy. Small little moans caught in her throat, as she beat her finger harder and slipped two long fingers deep inside of her and slowly brought them back out and then began massaging her clit again. The pleasure that washed through Sarah was euphoric. Her body was tingling, her breasts swelled and her nipples became taught under her dress. She wished for the woman to rip off her dress and bury her face deep in between her silky smooth thighs.
The other woman’s breast sat up right as she stretched her arms back to wring out her wet hair. Her rosy pink tips were hard and caught the wet droplets before letting them run down her sinewy abdomen and then meeting at her mound before falling back to the water. The sight of the other woman’s sex made Sarah grind against her fingers even faster. Imagining the other woman, naked with her, was too much as she could feel herself losing control as a wave of pleasure seized her body and then another wave crashed through.
Moans, like whispers, escaped her lips as she slowly caught her breath. The woman was emerging from the water, her long legs carrying herself to where her clothing was laid out on a warm rock that was sitting in the sun.
“Sarahhh”, she heard a mans voice call out from the distance.
“Shit!” she let out as she hurriedly pulled her dress down and tried to back track as to not be seen by the beautiful woman.
Too late.
As Sarah rose and tried to leave, the woman hearing the commotion in the brush looked up quickly before dodging for her weapon that was propped on a nearby rock.
Sarah stood up and this time, not caring if she was seen, turned on her heel and fled back to the wagon, her blonde hair a wavy mess trailing behind her.
Sarah fumbled back into camp, her husband none the wiser, not even realizing she brought no water back.
For once, she was thanking the stars he was always in his own world.
She made herself busy around camp, knowing the wagon train was leaving shortly. Her body was still flushed and her cheeks still burned thinking about the glorious pleasure she gave herself earlier. She began to hum to herself.
She packed the pans, rolled the blankets up, all while her mind was racing with thoughts of the raven haired woman. She had not seen her around the families they were traveling with. She hoped seeing her this morning wouldn’t be the last time.
