Chapter 3 - Country Girl
We rolled along the stretches of dusty road for miles. A wild eyed, wild haired, wild bearded lost traveler and the good samaritan at the wheel. This time it seems that the one who more closely resembled Jesus was the one being saved. And in desperate need of saving. The truck’s cab window displayed the white outline of a cowboy kneading at the foot of a cross. Despite his being a total stranger, I felt like I was in good hands.
True to the strong silent type, we road mostly in silence. When I initially babbled out my thanks like a chaotic river flowing upstream, he waved off my stammering with a gentle smile.
“No need to fall all over yourself, son” he replied. “Let’s get you cleaned up, get some grub in you. Then after you’re all rested you can thank me by burning off some of them calories on the ranch.”
“Deal” I muttered. Or thought to myself. Not sure if I was actually forming the words or just imagining that I replied.
I woke with a start at the realization that my surroundings had changed. Quite abruptly. Instead of being buckled upright in the passenger seat of a pickup, I was stretched out lying face down in an unfamiliar room. How in the hell did I make that transition? I must have been more wiped out that I thought.
The other obvious change was that my clothes were gone. Oh, shit! My clothes were gone! I jerked my head up to survey the situation. There was an old rocking chair in one corner, flanked by a table with a pitcher of tea. A bead of condensation ran down the side of the glass, indicating the liquid was cold and the air was wet. But the air was also pleasantly warm against my skin. A single white towel was draped across backside. As if I had been prepared for something. But was I prepared for it myself?
Before I had too much time to contemplate this situation, I earn the doorknob turn and the soft snick of a locking mechanism release its hold on the door.
A gentle voice followed the soft steps into the room. “I hope you don’t mind that took the liberty of making you comfortable” the voice purred. “Now you just relax. When my Daddy found you he said you were knotted up like a rope around a bucking bronco. Hush now.”
I dared not disobey. Although I was clearly curious to catch a glimpse, I even kept my head down in deference. But I did feel the soft touch of a silky fabric brush my outstretched arms as she seemed to float by. Still I kept my face buried in V formed by my arms.
I also felt the slight weight of fabric being lifted from my ass. Gently at first but then abruptly yanked away with a snap. I heard the slosh of perhaps a washcloth or sponge being dipped into a pail of water.
“Now!” began this gentle unseen angel. “Let’s wash away that stress and make you a little more presentable”. As the sponge painted warm soapy water down my back, I felt my spine tingle and my lower torso raised slightly. My body craved and naturally responded to her slow and deliberate motions down my lower back.
Making myself more presentable, indeed!
