An Unescorted Lady

by Rita Hestand

  "But sweetheart, you are my wife, it doesn't matter."

  "Please," she raised herself, to hold his chin and kiss his lips.

  "Alright, I'll go, but I don't feel it's necessary any longer."

  "Believe me, it is. We have a lifetime to spend together, if this turns out right, and I want it to turn out right."

  "You doubt my love for you?"

  "No, never. But I don't want her coming here, expecting things."

  "It's important to you?

  "Yes."

  "Alright, I'll go."

  "Good. It will solve all our problems." She insisted.

  She raised up with a contended smile, "And I've got to get up and fix breakfast. I hate leaving you. But, would you do me a favor and get one of my dresses out of the other room for me, I'm afraid someone might see me going back and forth and wonder."

  "God, I wish I hadn't made you my cook!" he chuckled, "I wouldn't mind another romp."

  "Don't worry, I'll be in your arms again tonight and every night you are with me." She told him with a sweet kiss to his lips.

  "Promise?"

  "Promise." She smiled and got up.

  He went to her room and got her a dress, and all the things he thought she'd need.

  When he came back, he shot her a sexy grin, "I want all your things in this room. You're not sleeping away from me any longer."

  She smiled, "Are you sure?"

  "You ask me that after a night of heaven in your arms?" He came to kiss her sweet lips. "We're together now. There's no going back. You and I belong together. Your mine, and I won't let you go."

  "I'm not going anywhere, except in the kitchen to make breakfast." She smiled.

  He pulled her off the bed, into his arms and planted a more than amorous kiss to her lips, pulling her body flush against his. Suddenly, he entered her, he couldn't seem to stop himself, the desire was in his eyes, bringing her sweet little bottom up so she fit against him. She moaned and threw back her head, her legs curling around his.

  She reached for him; her body eager to mate.

  He suddenly laid her on top of the bed and for long moments the only sounds were their moans of love.

  "It's hard to let you go, even to the kitchen this morning, without loving you first." He whispered. "That was the nicest wake up I've ever had."

  She smiled against his lips. She raised up and rode him now, her hair falling in a beautiful cascade over her shoulders. He met her every move, and he fondled her breast as the orgasm washed over them quickly. The picture she made, when she raised her hands to his hair and pulled it as the orgasm enraptured her. He came up to kiss her lips and held himself deep inside her, it made him shake his head with happiness. "You are so beautiful in the throes of passion."

  His kisses took on a passion of their own, and she wrapped her arms around him, losing herself to the pleasures of love.

  As the orgasm subsided, she clung to him, kissing his magnificent shoulders, burying herself against his neck. "I love you so."

  It was a few minutes before they calmed and just cuddled into each other.

  "I don’t want to leave you, but I've got to fix breakfast. And this time I mean it. The boys will all be waiting." She whispered.

  "I know, sweetheart, and I've got work to do." He told her.

  "Lance," she called as he got up. "Am I wicked."

  He came to kiss her once more, "No, you're just in love, like me." He smiled.

  "I am, aren't I? I've never been in love."

  "Neither have I, until now."

  Satisfied, she went to the powder room which was through a door of his bedroom and washed up, then put her clothes on and went to fix breakfast.

  She fixed bacon and eggs, with speckled gravy and biscuits. The men smelled the bacon and came in anxious to eat.

  Lance came down the hall minutes later, smiling.

  The men seemed to notice his mood and smiled.

  But no one said a word.

  Chapter Sixteen

  That same morning, he rode back to the house and told her to get ready they were going to get their picture made.

  "But don't you have to work?"

  "No, I got the boys all going, they are finishing the last of the branding. Tomorrow we'll make sure everything is secure around here and then we'll get the herds together. But I want that picture of you, so get your beautiful dress on."

  She nodded.

  When she came back in the kitchen, she saw him standing there in his beautiful blue suit with a bolero tie and white shirt and swooned. "I have a very handsome husband." She snickered.

  "God," he sighed staring at her. "You look the same as that day I first saw you. So damned beautiful."

  She smiled again.

  They rode the nice buggy into Ft. Worth, and he found the photographer's place of business easily enough.

  The man was tall, thin and was eager to photograph them. He had a twinkle in his eye, obviously seeing the picture they made.

  He got his equipment ready and posed them in several different positions.

  "How many copies to you want?"

  "Two of each," he told him.

  "Fine, how soon?"

  "As soon as you can, I'm going on a trail drive in three days."

  "Oh, I see. I can have these ready by late this afternoon or tomorrow morning."

  "If you could, I'd like a small picture I can put in my pocket too, the others big ones, but one I can carry with me."

  The photographers smiled, "Yes, if I had a wife a beautiful as she, I'd expect I'd want the same in your position sir." He smiled.

  "Send someone out to my ranch with the pictures." Lance produced the money.

  The man nodded. "Of course, the Rogers place."

  "Yes, and thank you."

  "It was a pleasure," the man nodded to them both and smiled.

  It took a while to get all they wanted, and it was nearly lunch time. He stopped off at a restaurant and they had a steak. He held her hand and stared into her eyes as they waited for their meal. "I sure hope this is a fast trip to Kansas."

  "So do I." she whispered.

  As they rode home, he asked her, "Will you write to me?"

  "Yes, but how will you get my letters?"

  "Don't worry, I'll write each place I can stop off and check for a message."

  "Alright. Are you going to Boston first?" she asked.

  "Yes, I want to get that over with."

  "Good, write me and let me know what happened."

  "I promise," he told her.

  When they got back, he helped her with he tiny buttons of her dress, and as she took it off, he kissed her quite thoroughly everywhere, she was wearing a beautiful corset, and white stockings. He helped her with those too.

  As he took her stockings off, his hands slid the stockings down and he kissed her again, on the legs.

  Without thought, he pulled her unresisting body up to his and entered her. His pants falling to the floor. She was already wet and warm, ready for his taking. She moaned raggedly. "How did you know I wanted you so?" she whispered.

  "Because I wanted you the same way, sweetheart." He told her; the orgasm came quickly as she always managed to entice him so easily. She let her hair fall back and he groaned watching it cascade over her shoulders and down into the air as he held her.

  He kissed her breasts and she sighed with contentment as the orgasm washed over them.

  "How can I leave you," He whispered into her hair moments later.

  "Don't talk about leaving, we have two more days."

  She cried.

  "Let's make the most of them," he sighed.

  "Yes," she agreed.

  Later he changed clothes and left, but not without kissing her hungrily on the lips. "Later sweetheart."

  She smiled, a smoldering smile.

  Late that evening before all the boys came back from the pasture, a young man arrived with the pictures.

  She opened the big envelope and looked at them and smiled.
They were beautiful pictures; she'd treasure them forever. She hadn't told him, but it was the very first time she'd had a picture made.

  When Lance and the boys came back from the pasture, she showed him the pictures. He loved them all, but he grabbed the small one and stuck it in his pocket. "I'm so glad he was able to get them done so quickly."

  "He's a real professional, I suppose."

  "Oh yes, been there for some years now."

  That night they made love half the night, then collapsed into each other's arms.

  The next morning, he knew this would be their last day and night together for a while and after the boys finished their breakfast, he came back inside, took her in his arms and pulled down her bloomers, moved everything off the table and took her there. "I just had to have you again," he cried softly in her ear as he rode her quickly.

  She was wet and warm for him, feeling the same as he did. She couldn’t get enough of her husband, she reasoned. It didn't matter where they were at, she wanted him. It was exciting the way he found new places and new ways to thrill her.

  He pulled her dress down, so he could lay his head on her breasts, kissing her eagerly there as he thrust himself deep inside her.

  She moaned the exquisite kisses he gave her there.

  When he left, she was smiling and so satisfied.

  How could she get the courage to let him go? And how did he know she wanted him so badly that morning? Were they that attuned to each other?

  The night before his leaving, he took pleasure in taking her clothes off of her, and before he could get his own clothes off, he was engrossed in making love to her.

  She hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. She took his boots off for him and he slid out of his pants quickly.

  They stood in the moonlit bedroom, he turned her toward the moonlight as it streamed over her and he stared at her.

  "What are you doing?" she finally asked him when he didn't do anything.

  "I'm looking at you, sweetheart. Memorizing every part of you, so I can conjure you up from memory easily."

  She licked her lips and she spread her legs, bending one provocatively. "Do you like what you see?" she whispered for his ears alone.

  "Every inch of it," he smiled sexily at her. "Move around a little, I like this. Push your hips out, thrust your breast toward the moonlight." He encouraged.

  She giggled but did as he said.

  "Now let your hair fall back, think about me crawling inside you, like that." He told her.

  Her lips parted, her heart swelled at the thought of him taking her, and suddenly he was there, taking her body, and bending it toward him, he swooped down, tasted her. She moaned raggedly. "God sweetheart, I can't help it, your so lovely standing like that. It's hard to concentrate on work. All I want to do is be with you, climbing inside you and staying all summer there."

  She orgasmed as he spoke such sweet words to her, unable to stop she trembled in his arms as he kissed and licked at her.

  He took her to bed. He didn't make love now; he touched every part of her. She did the same, enjoying the moment between them. He held her in his arms, kissing her shoulder, her neck, her ear, then her lips. "I'll remember this night forever. We've made some lovely memories and I'll hold them close to my heart until I return."

  "I'll think of you and pray for your return quickly." She gasped as he let his fingers slide against her like a feather.

  "Is it wicked to want my husband all the time?" she asked.

  "No, it's natural. We're still newlyweds you know." He grinned.

  "You'd think we'd get tired of each other, wouldn't you?"

  "Not a chance of that, honey." He chuckled.

  "Do you know what you're going to tell Priscilla?" she asked as he held her close, kissing her neck.

  "No, I haven't given her a thought. I'll have plenty of time to figure that out on the train. According to the tickets I got, I'll have to change trains five times, take a riverboat up the Mississippi to St. Louis, and maybe ride a stagecoach part of the way. It'll take four to five days to get there if nothing breaks down, that is."

  "I'm sorry it'll be a long journey, but I feel it will be enlightening and it will be over before you know it." She encouraged.

  "Yes, I suppose you are right. I'm so in love with my wife though, it's hard to imagine talking to her." He told her.

  "Be gentle with her."

  He chuckled, "I'll try."

  "I love you Lance Rogers." She told him softly.

  "I'm doing this for you honey. I feel as though if she really cared, she'd have written and explained it all to me. She didn't. So, all I can conclude is, she found someone else."

  "Still, knowing for sure will set you at peace when you wonder about it, years from now."

  "I'm at peace sweetheart. Being in your arms puts me at peace." He told her.

  "I love you Lance, and I want you to tell me the same in twenty years." she whispered, finding his lips once more and kissing him with all she had.

  "And I love you, and I will but let's make it fifty years." he whispered as he began making love to her once more to prove it.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Two days later he found himself on a train, alone, headed for Boston. It would be a long and tedious trip. He brought some cattle magazines and read them over and over.

  But as he sat there, he thought about the last three days with Trudy. He'd never dreamed he'd find a woman that suited him so well. Their love-making was better than he dreamed possible. He couldn't believe himself so lucky. It was true he'd fallen for her the minute he laid eyes on her, standing there, alone, unescorted in that beautiful blue wedding dress. Her lips had tasted as sweet as he thought they would, and he couldn't wait to get her to the church.

  Realizing later that same day, how stupid he must have looked standing there in front of her in his naked glory and being faced with the fact that he'd married the wrong woman.

  Still, the more he had kissed her, the more he had realized that she was the right woman. He just had to convince her of it.

  Now when he returned home, he could put Priscilla away and he and Trudy could live happily. Trudy had been right all along; it was a good idea to follow up with Priscilla and get her out of the picture once and for all.

  He sighed, pulled his hat down over his face and went to sleep.

  Later he met a few men on the train who were traveling east too. They talked cattle and business, and he was told several cattle buyers were on the train too.

  Nothing like finding an opportunity, he thought to himself.

  He got in a card game with two of them and they talked shop for a long time. He sounded as though he might get top dollar for their cattle this year, that was good news and he couldn't wait to tell the others.

  One of the buyers was headed for St. Louis the other for New York. The one going to St. Louis told him it was just a detour, that he'd be in Kansas probably way before him and to look him up.

  Lance felt good about that. There was also discussion of the fact that the next year would be different as the railheads were going to open up the cattle business for many others. This one man, Mr. Daniels seemed to be interested in such large herds as Lance was offering and he was eager to talk to him about it. But he tried not to mix business with pleasure.

  Lance went to eat, then turned in.

  He felt good about this trip and hoped the boys all agreed with him.

  When he stowed his gear in a bunker car, he crawled up to sleep. But thoughts of Trudy made him restless and missing her terribly.

  Just thinking about her made him want her.

  He thought about stopping by the house before he joined the trail drive. If there was time. He wondered how much time Pricilla would take with him. He wondered if she'd be mad, throw a fit, order him out of her house. He could live with that as long as the woman understood it was over.

  The next day a beautiful blond-haired woman sat down beside him. She was decked out i
n silks and feathers and when he glanced at her, she curled her lips in a flirty smile.

  "Going far?" she asked.

  "Boston," he nodded.

  "Boston, you don't look like the dude type of man to me," she teased.

  "Got some business to take care of there. I'm sure it won't take as long as this train ride." He told her. Out of manners he asked, "Where are you headed?"

  "St. Louis."

  "Oh, I hear that's a nice town."

  "Been there?" she taunted.

  "No, that's where my wife is from," he told her.

  "Oh," the woman's face seemed to look uneasy now. She stood up, "Well, I hope you enjoy the ride."

  He nodded and she left. He smiled, it was nice to know he could attract women, but now that he didn’t need any, they seemed to just pop out of nowhere at him. The woman was a real beauty too.

  He changed trains five times before arriving at Boston four days later. The city was old and had so many amenities that he was struck at the differences of north and south. Elevators, trolley cars, street lamps everywhere. Police in uniforms. If he hadn't been so tired, he might have enjoyed seeing the city. But all he really wanted was to get this over and done with.

  He sighed, he actually dreaded meeting Priscilla now. What could he say to her, 'sorry, I married another'?

  He was so used to speaking bluntly, he wondered if he could learn to use a little tact. After all, he had written to her for two full years, and she had agreed to wed him. So, he supposed he owed her some consideration.

  But at least going through this, he would settle all doubts and put it in the past, never to be repeated again.

  He checked the address on the letterhead of one of Priscilla's letters. Then he approached a policeman which way to go. "Excuse me sir, but I’m new in town and what's the best way to find an address."

  "I can probably help you sir."

  Lance handed him the letterhead.

  "Oh yes, that's on the other side of town. You'll need to rent a buggy over there on the corner and you can ride right up to the place, I'm sure. It's a beautiful home, one of the oldest in Boston."

  "Really, thank you." He tipped his hat to the man.