As we ran, I heard what sounded like a thousand feet pounding after us. Although my heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode, I didn’t have time to be scared. I just ran. Then, I heard a loud growl behind us, and I turned my head long enough to see a bear, dragon, and tiger blocking the men who had been chasing us. I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t surprised, especially when I saw the dragon, but I wasn’t. The entire experience was surreal.
We made it into the woods in quick order, and I realized that I was either going to break my ankles, fall, or slow us down because of my heels. They were great for board meetings but terrible for escaping Iranian terrorists.
“Hold on for a second,” I told my rescuer after we had run for about twenty minutes.
I quickly plopped onto the ground and yanked my shoes off. I slammed one of the heels against a tree to break the heel off. Jared grabbed my other shoe and snapped the heel off with his hands.
“Show off,” I said, slipping the shoes back on.
It was easier for me to move, and we ran for about another half hour. Then, he led me into a group of trees and bushes, where he had hidden a couple of backpacks.
I was so relieved to see him pull out a pair of tennis shoes that I almost kissed him again. But then we might never get away, so I merely thanked him and put them on. Then, he gave me some water.
“I’m Jared Randolf. Your dad hired my friends and me to rescue you from your friends. He said you got tired of their company.” He wore a cockeyed grin as he joked about the situation.
I smiled at him. “They were getting to be a real drag. They promised pizza and beer, but all I got was dirty water and food that definitely was not pizza. You’re my hero.”
He held up the backpack, and I put my arms through the loops. Then, he donned the other one, grabbed my hand, and we were on the move again.
I was pretty sure we had been walking for hours when we came to the outskirts of a town. My legs and my feet hurt. My mind was completely numb. I followed Jared blindly, trusting that he knew where we were going because I didn’t have a clue.
He stopped me while we were still hidden in the trees and pulled out a burqa. “Make sure your eyes are completely covered. Those jewels would tell anyone who saw them that you were a foreigner. You wouldn’t be safe.”
I nodded. That made sense.
He helped me put it on, adjusting the screen over my eyes.
“For this trip, you are going to be my wife. That would be the only way you could travel in my company.”
I nodded again. I knew a great deal about the Islamic faith since I had dealt with people all over the world. It was always better to obey the customs and traditions of the people I was working with.
Slowly, we walked into town. I walked several steps behind Jared, keeping my head bowed, as would be the custom. We got to an inn. Jared went in and ordered a room for himself and his wife. It seemed to take forever, but finally, Jared got the key, and we went upstairs. After locking the door and pushing a chair in front of it, he helped me take the burqa and the rest of my clothes off.
“You look exhausted.”
I stared up at him. “I might be a wee bit tired. It’s not that big of a deal. I’m just grateful to be out of that hut,” I said.
It didn’t occur to me to be shy as I was standing in front of him, completely naked. No man had ever seen me naked before, but somehow, it seemed to be right. I sat on the bed, too tired to even stand anymore. My mind was completely blank. All of this seemed like a crazy dream.
He stepped into the bathroom, and I heard the shower running. Then, he came back and pulled me off the bed. He had undressed
Jared’s body was incredibly sexy. His finely sculpted form was one that I had only seen on television and fantasized about.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the shower wall, loving the feeling of the hot water streaming down my body. He soaped up my hair and gently rubbed my head, getting the dirt and anything else that might have moved in. Then, he soaped up his hands and ran them over my body.
Although I was tired, my body responded to his touch. My nipples began to tingle, and he gently brushed over them. He held out one of my arms and then the other to run his soapy hands over them. I sighed. This touch alone was enough to create a fire in my body.
He knelt down and ran his hands over my legs and all the way up to my thighs. He rinsed the soap off his hands before he washed my aching pussy.
Then, he turned me around so he could wash my back and butt.
When I faced him again, I noticed that his cock had grown even larger. The ten inches stood out proudly in front of him. The huge bulb on the end seemed as big as my fist. The fact that this massive shaft was attached to a man who looked like a Greek god only kindled the flames even more.
He washed quickly and helped me out of the shower. He dried me off and sat me in one of the chairs. Jared grabbed a hairbrush out of the bag and began to gently brush five days of tangles out of my hair.
For such a huge, tough man, he was very gentle. He never pulled my hair. It was relaxing and erotic, and I thought that I must be in one of those movies.
When he was finished, he helped me up and led me to the bed. Slowly, his eyes took in my body, from my head, down my midriff, all the way to my feet. He licked his lips. Then, he shook his head as though he were trying to dispel crazy thoughts.