J T Watson

The virgin_s naughty lessons

CHAPTER ONE

Susan Johnson was worried as she drove along the bumpy mountain road. She knew her mother had expected her home hours ago. She had not intended to go off the pavement, but somehow she had made a wrong turn. Now it was getting dark and she was lost. She was thankful to see a small farmhouse at the side of the road.

She stopped her car at the edge of the road and got out. She noticed a young man working at the side of the house. He was tall and dark-haired, and he wore only bluejeans. She tried not to think about how muscular his arms looked.

He watched her closely as she walked across the muddy yard. Susan was used to being stared at by men, although she hadn't gone out much in her twenty-three years. She'd had lots of opportunities. Men loved shapely blondes and Susan's lush shape was something out of a man's dreams. Susan would have been married a long time ago if she hadn't had her sick mother to care for.

"Excuse me," Susan called out. "Could you help me? I was looking at the pretty scenery and I got lost. Could you show me where the highway is?"

Susan was wrong. She hadn't been stared at before. Not the way he stared at her. His dark eyes seemed to undress her right down to her panties. She had never felt so naked. She had never felt like that with any man.

"I need to find the highway," Susan insisted.

"I'll show you," he said. "but come on in the house first. Have a beer."

"I don't drink," Susan said.

"Then I'll have one by myself," he said. "You come on."

Susan felt uneasy, but she followed him. She was surprised at how clean the inside of the house appeared. She felt a little better. It looked like a real home.