Love in the Mist (MacKay's) by S.R. Roddy Page B

hands up his bulging biceps, she moved in
closer to his body.
    “How dare the
whore touch him!” She swore under her breath… fighting for the control to not
run over there and rip the woman’s hair out of her head until she was bald.
Normally he skillfully avoided her advances, but today he seemed to be enjoying
her caress… even encouraging it with his flirtatious smile.
    She couldn’t
stop the tears that fell down her cheeks as she watched him take that … that woman
by the hips and pull her closer to his body. As the world around her became
blurry she could see him lean close and whisper something in her ear. Her
smiling face and shrill laughter were the last things she noticed before the
world around her went black. She woke to the sound of her annoying alarm clock…
which weirdly sounded almost like that woman’s laughter.
    She knew it
was stupid to feel hurt and betrayed by a dream man, but she couldn’t help it.
It was her dream dammit… shouldn’t things go the way she wanted? Wiping the now
drying tears from her face she sighed heavily. She needed a hot shower and some
coffee. If her dream was any indication, she could count on this day being a
very difficult one indeed.
     
     

Chapter
2
     
    She was
glorious to watch… her dark red ringlets falling across her sun kissed cheek as
she danced playfully away from the children. The soft puff of breath she blew
from her mouth when she was frustrated causing the strands to swing slightly in
protest. “Mesmerizing…” he whispered to the wind.
    He hadn’t been
able to keep his eyes off her since the first moment he had seen her walking
through the woods months ago. Shrouded in the mist he had followed her to a
clearing he had never seen before. Before his very eyes she had dropped the
garment she was wrapped in and shed her breeches. Standing there half naked
with a strip of cloth barely covering her very generous breasts and a pair of
what looked to be a very tight pair of braies. From his vantage point in the
woods he could glimpse the swell of her breasts as she bent over, also
affording him a very generous view of her round delectable backside. He stood
watching her for what seemed like hours as she performed some sort of dance. It
looked to be a cross between some sort of pugilist techniques and kicking.
    Watching such
a tiny woman bring her leg up high enough to kick him in the head was
fascinating and oddly arousing. It brought to mind ways in which her limber
body could come in handy while he made sweet love to her for hours. He was
willing to admit, to himself at least, that hours might not be long enough to
get his fill of this delectable woman.
    As he watched
she laughingly flicked a girl on the forehead before taking off at a run. The
older kids quickly gave chase laughing as they gently tackled her to the
ground. He had noticed that about the people, including the children, around
her. She was so much smaller than any of them with her lush hips and overflowing
breasts, she managed to maintain a look of helplessness that was very
misleading. They always seemed to make a special effort to be gentle with her especially
when they rough housed. He knew though, she could handle their rougher behavior
he believed they probably did as well, but they still remained steadfast in
their protectiveness. Treating her like a tiny breakable glass doll.
    After weeks of
watching her practice her weird dancing, ride a horse across the meadows, read
to the smaller children after spending hours playing games with them, and
spending time teaching the older children anything she knew that might interest
them. He had listened to her soft voice and gentle laughter. Watched her cry
with the others when they found an injured dog as she tried everything she
could to keep him calm while the older kids cleaned his wounds.
    He leaned back
now against a tree… relaxing… as she sang and danced with the children. She was
almost always with the children a look of happy