Passionate Liaisons - Volume One - free version by BluRay Water - HTML preview

Merchant Mikaela

Arizona at Christmas. It was not a death trap of heat. If you made a mistake and took a wrong turn, you might last a few days till you found a river or pond. Ten thousand years ago the noble natives left their marks, and 10 centuries later in the great gold rush of 1849, all who dreamed headed west through this vast desert state.

I wish I could say I was a lone cowboy but that was nonsense. I loved the company of people and spent my time with all decent folk, from the desert natives to ranchers, cowboys, farmers, and town folk. I believed in wandering for pleasure, connecting for meaning, in talking for fulfillment. People far and wide knew me well. I took pride in helping the deserving, it was something my ma and pa back home east instilled in me. Of course, their constant barrage of letters asking for a daughter-in-law and grandkids was a little annoying.

I drifted from job to job. I just never felt settled or based. I felt like a tumbleweed, unmoored, free-wheeling through this vast land we were slowly stealing. But I kept the peace with, those before, those new, except the bandits who I killed on sight, for they were animals.

The biggest migration route was southwest from the vast petrified desert, through the green hills of the Tonto forests, and on to the blazing lights of Phoenix, that magnificent town. I frequented this trail, and the sudden shocking contrast from dry death to lush green always made me wonder at the glory of God’s creation. On this day I was on my horse Sable, headed into the petrified waste.

Distant gunshots bounced through the air, jumping from boulder to canyon and out again. I sensed it to be a brisk gallop of a few minutes - some nastiness was afoot. I was not a hero, but I was not a callous dog either. The warm air rushed past as Sable lunged, she was swift-footed and I guided her well, and the sharp cracks were closer. Down a gulch and ahead was a wagon, white top tattered from bullets, boxes piled four wide, and someone shooting from the gap between. The bandits were about 4, hiding behind boulders, their horses not visible. As luck would have it I was far away and not heard, and I was behind them.

In my time I learned not to be a rushed fool, that's how you ended up vulture food. I left Sable tied and crept forward briskly, soundlessly. I took position behind the bandits about 50 yards back as the shots rang, and aimed carefully. I practiced the movement between each bandit twice and was ready. I acted. Four shots, seconds apart, and only the last one turned before my bullet slammed into his body. They were not fully dead, I waited, as they rose again, slammed, into their chest. It took a while but they stopped getting up.

I walked forward and put one in each head. I was too careful. I walked to the wagon. She rose from behind, she had seen me kill them, she had seen my face, and she drew her conclusions. I saw a vision.

She was very youthful, at the edge of womanhood, not there yet. A perfectly proportioned face, high thin eyebrows, almond blue-grey eyes, a cute button nose, and perfectly shaped lips. She had an adorable beauty spot on her cheek and a flushed color. Very pretty earrings, and long flowing auburn hair that glittered in the desert sun. She wore a typical travel dress, but girly. A tight blouse and a flowing ankle-length skirt. She had a slight figure but her bosom was ample, and I felt a pang in my cock at her cleavage. Her delicate arms were white as ivory, I found myself wondering how the rest of her looked. She had long delicate fingers. She looked like a doll that walked off the shelves of a New York department store and somehow ended up in the cruel desert. She must have noticed my gaze and smiled.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said with a slight smile.

“Maam, are you ok? I just …. Did not expect to see you behind the gun.” I replied, bewildered.

“A lady must know how to defend herself, right?” she laughed, and slapped the shotgun open, inspecting the barrel.

I stood in awe. She pulled me out of my daze by offering me water. We drank thirstily, near death does parch you. I walked back and took off all valuables from the dead, brought Sable back to the wagon, and watered her.

“I am Mikaela,” she offered. We shook hands, hers was thin and feminine, but hard-worn with work.

I offered her the valuables, her eyebrows arched up in surprise. She asked if I was sure, and I said I did not need them. She broke out in a grateful grin and took them up, into her store boxes. She truly was alone, with no one in the wagon. I was burning with questions under the burning sun.

“Maam it's just a way to Phoenix, headed southwest, through the forest. May I accompany you?” I offered.

She gratefully accepted. We started. After a while, she started offering information. She was a traveling merchant, widowed a year back while on the trail with her husband, and she barely escaped with her life and honor. She continued the trade alone despite the danger, there was no homestead, no farm, and her foolish man had sunk it all in the wagon and wares. She could not return to her parents out of pride and shame, no siblings or close family. My heart began to swell in pity for her. What courage in this cruel world. She in turn listened intently to my stories.

The end of the day neared and the forest loomed close. We climbed the slopes and soon we were under the blissful shade of the trees. It got cooler rapidly and we ascended, and the life around us filled the air with chirps, screeches, and all manner of noise, just out of sight. We found a stream and refilled, and then right after a lovely clearing surrounded by deep trees. It was perfect, with no visibility due to vegetation, safe for a fire. I lit one and kept it going all night. Mikaela offered me an incredible meal of beef stew and cornbread, and she watched intently as I wolfed it down, the satisfaction of a woman feeding a man. I had not felt such bliss in years. As the night deepened, I saw her retreat to the wagon, and she retired. I kept watch for most of the night but dozed off.

The crisp highland air was so refreshing to wake up to. I turned slowly and rose, and looked around. It took a few moments for my sleep haze to clear, then I started. Mikaela had vanished, and a clammy grip of panic set in. I took my gun in hand and swiftly searched in a radial pattern, eyes scanning the undergrowth. The wagon was clear, no one in sight. I expanded my search. The burbling brook came into hearing, and something caught my eye. There she was, standing in the water, wearing a white gown, facing away from me. Her back was bare, and she was wet, she leaned took water, and rubbed herself. I stood like a man struck with lightning.

I approached slowly, hesitating. I just needed to make sure she was ok. Her back was so beautiful, with white skin, not a single fat fold. But her magnificent ass was wide and shapely, wet and clinging to the gown. Her lovely legs were tapered down, dripping with water. Her wet black hair fell, and she was washing her boobs. I gasped her name, but she did not startle, she half turned, smiling.

“I was waiting for you,” she purred.

She turned fully and lowered her hands from her boobs. My cock was already hard but now it throbbed seeing her lovely breasts topped with two erect pink cherry nipples, pointed upward, crinkled in the cold water. She had two more adorable dark spots under one boob. She slowly emerged from the stream, hips swinging. I was transfixed, unmoving. She came right up to me and reached up and embraced me and gave me a deep kiss, her cold lips instantly warming upon mine. She pressed her wet boobs against my chest and my body thrilled.

“I want to thank you this way,” she whispered in my ear.

Mikaela led me to a large cotton blanket and some pillows she had placed there on purpose. She took off the wet gown, and her glorious naked body called me, she lay back on the cotton folded one leg, and ran her arms over her body. Her impish smile flashing, she beckoned me with her finger.

I came forward now like a hungry cougar and fell upon her body. I kissed her mouth, then every inch of her white skin, which was rapidly warming. Her boobs were rising and falling rapidly as her breathing quickened, and I fell upon her cherry nipples sucking greedily, they sharpened to points. She took my hand and put it on her pussy, and spread her legs. I put my fingers in and stroked her wetness. She moaned and closed her eyes.

I took off my shirt and pants, and my hard cock sprang forth. She pulled at it with her delicate fingers drew it down, and looked at me with her beautiful eyes with such a longing. I knew she had not had a man’s touch since her man died, and she had never felt as safe as she did with me now. I had never seen a finer woman, nor known such a moment of joy.

I entered her under those trees, with nature all around us calling. I fucked her slowly, taking my time, making up for so many lonely years. Two became one. She scratched my back, and she kissed my lips, face, and neck. She pulled at my ass and wanted me to enter deeper. I obliged. I pushed deep with my cock and she took me all in. It was a slow fuck, with all the time in the world. I came inside her with a force, and fell on her sweet white nakedness, gasping.

But this naughty girl was not done, she sprang up and sucked me hard again, and mounted me, and fucked me again, bending her knees like a good cowgirl of Arizona. I grabbed her boobs and caressed her. Mikaela’s long hair had dried and blew in strands on the mountain breeze. She was a vision, a white angel with auburn hair and wings. I felt like I was dying. She came and fell on me, satisfied. Then we bathed in the stream together, fucked again, and bathed again. The day passed.

We spent many days on the mountain, thanks to Mikaela’s ample provisions. We became man and woman on the mountain, inseparable, steeped in passion and togetherness. When we finally went down the other side, riding side by side on the wagon holding hands, Mikaela the merchant had bought my heart completely, and I had sold my soul to her in exchange.