Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of town that had no lights even on the main strip, let alone the dirt tracks that snaked between farms. She’d be scared if she wasn’t still angry. Her father had yelled too much, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more ”I’m sorry babygirl”, or “It’s just that you remind me of your mother baby”, his pathetic attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He’d raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Father had burnt all his bridges in the previous one, and the one before that, and the one before that. She’d pipped up, complained at how they were running away again. It’d made him mad, his temper was short.

‘Fuck!’ She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her feet were sore from walking, her knees, hands and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She’d bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to stop. Her chest ached, her head pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

‘Fuck him’ She muttered angrily. Glaring into the darkness ahead. Her face still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed hold. She clutched her jacket close as the cold breeze picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small backpack of useless bits and pieces. She hadn’t intended to run away, or even, take a bail out leap from a moving car. She’d just reached her breaking point. Her father didn’t even bother to turn around for her. His tail lights were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her fury settled, she began to feel the cold night. The trees groaning under their weight, the wind rustling through, tangling her long auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged goods already. She didn’t know where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the tracks in the dark.

Her father has despised her. She looked like her mother, she’d seen photos. Beautiful long locks, bright green eyes, a splash of freckles across her rosey cheeks. Her figure too, small and delicate, with tight perky breasts and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that didn’t make her father stop, he spat insults and hurled abuse. Only to try sweet talk her a few minutes later. As if all his ‘I’m sorry pet’ and baby talk would heal her. That was her life.

Aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the side of the road. But she didn’t want to be picked up by strangers. So she wandered on until she spotted a barn from the road. It was old, but looked safe enough. No lights nearby, and and old tractor out the front. She hurried inside, grateful for coverage from the wind. In moments of settling on the ground, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

‘Hm, what is this? A stowaway?’ A gruff voice woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in fear. Her heart pounded in her ears as her stomach twisted in fear.

‘Now when I came to get some tools here.. I don’t remember leaving a girl’. The man continued, but, with no harshness in his deep voice. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a tall, hulking figure. A full beard, rough hands and dark eyes. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three times her size. His shadow seemed to tower over her small frame, curled on the ground. He was older too, 45? 50? It was hard to tell with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

‘Please, please I’ll leave. I didn’t steal.. I didn’t break anything’ She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a reply she didn’t expect. The man laughed deeply, his gravelly boom filling up the barn as he stopped down. Folding himself, almost clumsily in half, to get to the ground.

‘Oh no, you don’t strike me as a theif’ He chuckled. Reaching out for her backpack. She watched, half frozen in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her shield now gone, she felt exposed, tiny and helpless.

‘Please don’t hurt me’ She whined. Her big green eyes staring up at his.

‘Hurt you? God no, don’t be silly sweet’ The man chuckled, relaxing his position infornt of her. ‘You’re a little lost, I can see, why don’t you get fed and cleaned up at my house?’ He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked calm, quiet and gentle to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is soft demeanour showed.

‘Oh..Oh I don’t know’ Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers, still half curled on the ground. She was dirty, and starving, and sore from the night before.

‘Cmon’ The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big hand down to her. ‘My name is Mark. My house is nicer than this barn, I can tell you’, He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, pulling her small frame up off the ground.

‘I’m Lily’

‘Okay Lily, let’s get you home hey pet?’ He chuckled again, letting go of her hand to pick up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, quick steping to match Mark’s large stride, as he lead the way to his house.

He spurred on small talk as they went, ‘Where are you from?’, ‘Is your family looking for you?’, ‘Did someone hurt you?’ His calm, but deep voice had her at ease quickly. She found herself answer most of his questions, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a lonely farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no family.

‘Here’s a towel, I’ll find something clean for you to wear, shower is upstairs on the right.’ Mark said after they’d arrived in his home. It was modest and cosey, a log built house, most likely by his own hand. He’d shown her a spare room for her, sparse and dusty with non-use. He’d offered her food, a phone, the police, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a shower.

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Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet hair trailing down her back. The steam fogged up the room as she reached for her towel. Standing infront of the mirror, she dried herself slowly. Delicately padding herself down, careful to not aggregate the gazes on her arms and legs. Fresh blood seeped from the cuts on her knees as she tried to clean up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to search the cabinets for ointment and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the floor. Despite still being completely naked, the warmth from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the door push open behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she’d forgot to latch the door, as Mark stepped into the small bathroom.

‘Oh!’ She squeeked, her mind caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight little ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bundle up on the floor or reach for the towel. ‘Oh no!’ She continued, her tangled thoughts caught in panic, causing her to remain exposed for a few extra seconds, before she grabbed a towel. He’d no doubt seen all of her young body. Her face flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

‘Uh oh.. ah, sorry’ He gruffly mumbled, his big hands fidgeting in embarassment, half stepping back. ‘The bathroom was quiet, I thought you were done’ He said, his eyes flicking back and forth, from her, to the ground, and up again.

‘Oh, no.. no it’s okay’ Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her small frame. She was only now aware of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper thighs and ass. ‘Its okay! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cuts’ She blabbered on, feeling her face burn red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.

‘Ahm’ He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, door knob still in hand ‘Did.. did you need help?’ Mark asked, meeting her eyes for the first time. He tried not seem nervous, or inappropriate. Mark had already decided to act like he didn’t see anything, much.

‘You ah… I saw your scrapes along your back and arms. You won’t be able to reach those’. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of pink between her legs. He shook his head, burrying the image for a moment.

‘Ill help you clean them properly’ He added, sternly now, seeming to recover. All Lily did was nod her head, almost in acceptance. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her naked before. Let alone, a practical stranger.

‘Sit on the edge of the tub will you?’ He motioned sharply, as he stepped further inside. Grabbing the cleaning wipes and ointment as she settled down, still clutching her towel close.

‘You’ll have to let go of your towel so I can do your arms’ He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed toilet. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her stomach churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to start gently cleaning the cuts along the back of her elbows. The ointment stang, making her let out a soft ‘Oof!’ as he gently wiped and dabbed.

‘Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done’ He said in a gentle tone, his large hands slowly working away. He was being cautious as he could, not wanting to hurt her. The next arm was done in almost silence, though Lily could hear her heart beat in her ears. The steam still lingering in the room, making it musky and damp.

Mark sat quietly behind her small frame, only giving instructions to slightly move, bend or twist as he cleaned her cuts. He wasn’t used to being so close to a women.. well, a girl, really, she was so young. Her sweet aroma was pleasing but strange to him, her soft skin felt smooth and supple on his rough hands. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

‘Drop the towel down a little’ He said, trying to reach her lower shoulder blades. ‘You’ve gotten yourself pretty banged up’. He added, his fingers tugging the towel down slightly.

‘I guess jumping out of a car wasn’t a great idea’ Lily mumbled, feeling more exposed as her towel slipped down. Her small breasts were only just covered now, with most of her long lean legs exposed to her waist.

‘No, probably not’ He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her grazes. ‘Now turn around and I’ll do the front’. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bathtub edge. But her towel was so short that as she lifted her legs over the tub, she couldn’t not expose her ass. He pretended he didn’t see, for her sake.

She shivered as his rough hands cleaned up her cuts. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gentle, but she could see he was trying. His dark eyes slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the swabs between his thick fingers. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her face was still slightly flushed from the whole ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her exposure to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

‘That’ll do sweet’ He said, flicking the dirty swabs into the bin. ‘But I’ll probably have to clean them again if you go rolling in my hay again!’ He added with a chuckle, trying to put her at ease as he stood up. His large frame towering over her delicate body once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a view of her young cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past him, barely looking at his face. ‘I’m just going to go lie down’ She said quietly, as she passed through the door, her body lightly brushing against his in the small space. Mark watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

‘Uh fuck’ He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. ‘This isn’t a good situation’ He added, thinking of her small innocent body bent beneath him. His cock twitched in response. ‘This is no good at all’ He grumbeld, shutting the door to his room behind him. He couldn’t unsee her, and his mind shamelessly knew what it wanted. It’d been so long since he’d been with a woman.

‘But she’s barely a woman!’ He thought to himself, almost angrily. His cock still twitching in lust, driving his mind to wander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

‘Oh fuck’ He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his hands found their way to his belt and zipper. His breathing quickening as he pulled his jeans down, his mind wandering back to her again. His cock already half erect, hard and throbbing at the thought of her young, innocent body on display.

He could see her tight little ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright on surprise. The glimpse of her innocent pink between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her toned thighs and stomach, smooth and silky to touch.

‘Uhg… Fuck’ He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her bent over, her small figure tiny in comparison to his as he stood behind her. His rough hands running up the smooth skin of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump little ass. ‘Uhg.. mmh’ He panted out. His hand pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the thought of her.

He imagined her bent over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and damp already, pink between her firm legs, as his large hands felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her perky breasts. ‘Uhm uh uh’ he panted with each jerk of his wrist, pumping his thick cock up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so young, so innocent, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A dirty old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His cock throbbed in his hand as he pumped its length up and down. The smell of her sweet aroma surrounding him, the image of her perky young breasts, tight ass and long legs.

‘Oh fuck!’ He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and spasm between his hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. ‘Uh Lily… fuck’ He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her small little hands gripping him. His hot sticky cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his balls in desperation.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me’ Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of greed. Cum splattered over his shirt and jeans, he didn’t even have the self control to grab a towel before he started. He couldn’t believe he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A sweet little girl.

Mark rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed clothes into his hamper. ‘What the fuck am I going to do with her’ He thought in frustration, stepping quickly out of his room to the bathroom. He just didn’t know if he could keep her here.

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