"Out at my aunt and uncle's ranch in Mann County. It used to be a farm. But now they raise horses and sell them to riding schools. In fact, that's why I'm out here," Faye admitted a little sullenly as she stepped into her panties and pulled them up over her creamy thighs.
"To learn how to ride? I thought you did pretty well myself," Jack said as he buttoned up his shirt and reached down for his tie.
"No. My aunt's terribly ill, and she wanted to see me right away. I think she's going to will the place to me instead of to my uncle. You see, it's really hers," Faye said as she zipped up her skirt and started to pull on her blouse.
"But if they're married, you might have a hell of a lot of trouble in court. I might be able to help you there, baby. You see, I'm a lawyer. We work on divorce and probate all the time," Jack said, pulling on his vest, then reaching back for his wallet.
"I might need that help. My uncle's really not my uncle. I mean, he's my aunt's second husband, and it's a marriage that didn't turn out to be made in heaven, if you know what I mean," Faye said sourly, surprised that she was talking so openly about all this to an almost perfect stranger.
"Here it is," Jack said, puffing out a rectangular white card from his billfold and handing it to Faye.
"Hmmmm, you've got an office on New Montgomery Street. Business must be good, counselor," Faye said, smiling at him as she read the gold embossed business card.
"Not bad. People always dying and getting divorced in California," Jack said as he finished dressing. Faye reached up and smoothed down her long, silky blonde hair, then stepped in front of him as she was about to climb down the spiral stairway to the first-class cabin.
"Hey, wait a second," Jack said, putting his arms tightly around her waist and drawing her back into him. Faye felt her pussy flutter teasingly as the big man's crotch bumped against her rounded ass-cheeks. "Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"
"After all that, you want a kiss too?" Faye asked, laughing lightly as she turned around and slipped her hands around Jack's back. Her lips parted as she saw him bending down. The blonde moaned with ecstasy as she felt his thick tongue drive between her teeth and push down over her tongue toward the opening of her throat. Spittle sloshed back and forth as the two of them rubbed their heating bodies together.
"Uh, excuse me, but the captain's turned on the safety-belt and no-smoking signs. We're about to land at San Francisco International," a stewardess said a little embarrassedly from the top of the stairway.
Faye broke away from Jack immediately and spun around, feeling a hot flush of shame redden her cheeks. She thanked the girl and started to walk down the stairs, ignoring the curious stare of the stew as she sniffed the air and picked up the distinct odor of stale cum and cunt juice.
"That was humiliating!" Faye said under her breath as the two of them took their seats and buckled in.
"What? What the girl said?" Jack said, smiling broadly at the stew as she passed by and winked at him.
"It's not so much what she said. I know she knows," Faye grumbled as she saw the runway suddenly appear under the 747.
"We're all adults around here. Don't be so uptight, baby," Jack said, reaching over and patting her right knee lightly with his hand as they touched down.
Faye didn't say anything during the landing and taxiing to the terminal. Her mind was growing more occupied with her uncle. She'd phoned her Aunt Helen and told her not to tell the man she was coming. Faye didn't want him knowing anything about her arrival until the last possible minute.
"We're here," Jack finally said, getting up and helping Faye out of her seat as the crew announced tat they could leave the craft.
"I'll call you if I have any trouble," Faye said almost mechanically as she walked toward the exit of the cabin.
"Call me for any kind of trouble," Jack said, reaching forward and giving her butt-cheeks a little squeeze before they moved down toward the door.
Faye ignored the mocking stare of the stewardess and walked briskly to the baggage claim area. Jack kept talking to her, trying to get a definite date when he could see her again. But this was the wrong time to be asking that kind of question. Right now her mind was on Aunt Helen and Uncle Al – Uncle Al, that animal who had raped her three times that one July night and dammed up her sex life for ten years after that!
"There it is," Faye said, pointing to a large blue suitcase that just slid onto the carousel.
"Got it," Jack said, pulling it off. "Now, where to?"
"What about your bags?" Faye asked.
"Don't have any. I keep a place in New York as well as San Francisco. I do a lot of business in both cities. Too much trouble carrying bags back and forth," Jack said, as Faye walked toward a rent-a-car counter.
"Of course," Faye said, impressed with Jack's obvious success in life. Well, maybe she'd have similar success. Up to now, she hadn't done all that well. Graduating from Cornell University with a teaching credential, Faye had floated from one part-time teaching job to another. When her aunt phoned and told her that she was going to leave her the ranch in a will and in fact wanted Faye to come out now and start taking it over bit by bit, the woman was ecstatic. She didn't much like thinking about Aunt Helen dying. But the possibility of taking over a business like that – and of giving Uncle Al the shaft she'd been dying to slip him for all these years thrilled her beyond belief.
"How about next Monday?" Jack asked as Faye picked up the keys to her car and started walking toward the terminal exit doors.
"I don't know, Jack. I really don't. But I do want to see you again," Faye said, smiling gently as she reached out and took her suitcase from Jack's hand. "It's alright. It's not that heavy, and I can walk myself to the car. I've got a lot on my mind right now. Once I get that straightened out, I'll give you a call."
"Have to wait, eh?" Jack said, holding the door open for her.
"Sorry, but them's the rules," Faye said, turning back and waving as she headed for the brightly lit parking lot. Tossing her suitcase in the rear seat, Faye climbed into the car and started it up.
As she pulled out of the lot and onto the freeway that would take her across the Golden Gate Bridge and into Mann County, the blonde started thinking about that horrible night ten years ago. It had started innocently enough. She was staying with her uncle and aunt for the summer while her parents were off on a vacation in Mexico. And while Uncle Al seemed to look at her with other than fatherly eyes, he seemed kind and considerate enough, even if he wasn't her real uncle.
Then one night it all changed horribly in a few seconds. Aunt Helen was sick and couldn't cook. Faye had offered to prepare a meal for her uncle, who'd just gotten back from the railroad yards. They were then in the process of converting their farm into the stud horse ranch. After dinner, Uncle Al had invited Faye to accompany him to the barn. He wanted to show her the new stables he'd constructed for the horses and some other equipment he had. Faye couldn't see anything wrong with the suggestion, and hurriedly finished washing the dishes.
Wiping her wet hands on her jeans, the young girl practically skipped out to the barn. It was late at night – about eleven o'clock – when the two of them entered the dark, musky-smelling building.
Faye thought it was strange that Uncle Al didn't flick on the lights as soon as she stepped in. It didn't take her long to figure out the reason why. That slamming barn door still echoed in Faye's ears. She remembered how she wheeled around when she realized that she was trapped in that barn. The young girl just was barely able to make out her uncle's silhouette as he started coming for her. Faye pleaded with him not to hurt her. But he just laughed, gripping both of her arms tightly and forcing her into a pile of hay next to a newly constructed stall.
The smell of fresh cut wood, stale hay and horse piss and shit filled her nose as her uncle crawled on top of her struggling body. She fought him with every ounce of strength she had. But he was too powerful. With quick, jerking movements he ripped open her blouse and tore off her bra, clamping his lips on her titties and sucking that spongy flesh. She screamed, and was rewarded for that with a loud slap across her face. That open-handed punch dazed her. For a while, all she could feel was something hot and wet lapping at her titties. Then there was that horrible, ripping-like sound of her zipper being forced down. Faye remembered hunching down her ass, trying to keep her jeans on as Al pulled down on the opened Levi's. It was hopeless. He peeled off the pants and threw them into the corner. Before she knew it she had her legs in the air, resting on her uncle's shoulders as he reached down and unzipped her fly.