Stranger In The Barn

I have to keep going, was the last thing through her mind before she skidded off the side of the road. She knew she should have pulled over when the storm hit, but she needed to put as much distance behind her as possible; she had to get away from him. Now she was riding down a muddy slope, gradually gaining speed until her car came to a sudden halt - curtesy of a tree. It took her a moment to come back to reality.

"Thank God," she said aloud after realizing that even though her airbags did not go off, she was not injured. She knew she had to keep going, so she mustered up as much strength as she could and got out of her car. As she trudged her way down the muddy hillside, she realized just how bad the storm was. Thunder and lightning frequented the sky, and if it were not for the cover of the trees, the rain would be impossible to see through. She could not have been outside her car for too long, but her clothes were completely soaked, and the cold wind made the rain feel like icicles when they hit her skin. Eventually, she made it to the edge of the woods. Through the downpour, she thought she saw a building in the middle of a clearing. Trying not to slip, she half-ran to the building.

With all of her remaining strength, she managed to open the large door; closing it behind her to prevent getting any colder. Darkness surrounded her. Aside from the rain outside, she was able to make out the smell of raw wood, rust, and hay. Okay, I’m in a barn, she thought, there has to be something I can use as a light in here. Just then, a flash of lightning illuminates the barn long enough for her to spot a lantern on a desk. She waited for the next flash of lightning and went for it. Although the light faded as she grabbed the lantern, and continued to feel around the desk for a lighter; when she thought she had one, she proceeded to ignite the lantern's wick. With the help of the yellow light, she decided to tour the barn. Currently, she was in a tack room, to the left was where she entered. She turned right and looked inside the stalls. Two of them were large and housed an old tractor and some tools, and adjacent to them were some empty horse stalls. Seeing an old ladder leading into the hayloft, she decided to climb it. The loft was filled with fresh hay and thinking nothing of it, she went sat down in a corner, leaving the lantern within reach but outside of the hay. Once her body stopped moving, it was only a matter of time before the sound of the rain made her drift to sleep.

Sometime later, she awoke to the sound of the barn door moving and a horse whinnying. Panic filled her head, and she closed her eyes; don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, she thought. She had no idea how that person would react to finding her here, and she did not want to find out. When she opened her eyes, she realized that the person would see the light from the lantern. Trying to be swift and silent, she reached out and turned off the lantern. Sitting in the darkness, it worried her that she could only hear the rain. All of a sudden, a gust of wind violently threw open the shutters in the hayloft; followed by an almost deafening roar of thunder and a bolt of lightning that blinded her, but not before it let her see a person in front of her. She knew it was too dark for her to jump down from the hayloft; so, she decided to jump the person before their vision came back. She felt around for her pocketknife; it opened with a click. Unfortunately, when her vision came back, she could tell that the person heard her knife and was coming toward her. She charged, prepared to knock the person off-balance with her left arm and attack with her right, if necessary. As if reading her mind, the person counteracted her every move. First, her left arm was caught, then her right with the knife still in hand; their arms making a tower in front of the window. She realized that she was looking down at the floor as if her vision would prevent her from falling. Her world began to slow down, the seconds turned to hours, and she noticed that even though the rest of the world was darkened by the storm, and little moonbeam made its way to illuminate this spot. By the light of the moon, she saw a man’s boots and jeans. Starting to look up, she saw a solid chest going up and down, and the arms that restrained her were strong with muscular biceps. Her eyes landed on his face, and she almost gave up then and there. He had a strong jawline and dark hair that came down to his shoulders. His face was youthful, yet rugged and scared by hard work; and in his eyes, she saw a kind and sensitive soul. She was so enamored with him, she never realized she dropped the knife…

As if he were one with nature, he used the next lightning strike to spin her around. She felt him slip his arms around her waist, his beating chest pressed against her back, and his head resting on her left shoulder. She tried to keep her composure by taking some deep breaths, but she got lost in his intoxicating scent; she started relaxing her body, unintentionally wrapping her arms around his and biting her lip. He teased her with his hot breath on her neck, and she tilted her head to the side and bite her lip harder. He slowly kissed her neck; he started at the base, working his way up to her ears, then traveled back down; she could not help but let out a little moan of pleasure. With the storm as his wingman, he shifted to face her and cupped the right side of her face with his hand; her heart racing a mile a minute as he looked into her eyes. With the crack from the lightning, he swooped in for a passionate kiss; his left hand holding her head, and his right holding her lower back. He had released the animal she had been trying so hard to hide. She met his kiss with ferocity; her arms wrapping around his neck and dug her fingers in his hair. As their tongues danced with each other like mating snakes; it was like his saliva was ecstasy. The longer they kissed the more euphoric she felt, and more animalistic she became. She retracted her tongue and teased his to come to her side, then gave his tongue a little bite. He pulled back to see her eyes wide and a devilish smile upon her lips.

Her sensual teasing was too much for him to bear; he needed to prove to her his masculinity, so he leaned in for another steamy kiss. Although their tongues still danced with each other, this kiss was more violent and lustful. Effortlessly, he picked her up and rammed her into a dark corner in the wall. She took off her soaked outer shirt, and the intensity of his kisses traveled from her lips to her neck, to her chest, until he was stopped by the barrier of her camisole where he lingered. He withdrew a bit and started to take off his shirt. A bolt of lightning confirmed that attached to the muscular biceps she grew to love, came with a muscular torso that was toned by physical labor. She wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now. Sensing this he started kissing her again, slowly dropping to the floor. She could not stand the wait any longer! She started to reach for his belt buckle, but he pushed her onto her back. Straddling her hips, he looked down on her. He knew she was his, but he wanted her to know it, to feel it, then when he was satisfied he descended upon her.

When she awoke the next morning with him by her side, and almost cried when she realized that last night was not a dream. The bond between them was so strong, so intimate, she knew that what happened last had sealed her future; a future with him.