Wilding In The West 3

Chad was shocked to see there was only a pair of robes over their nakedness, white silk molding to their figures as closely as the moonlight—it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. With the robes belted, a V of finely tanned flesh showed, from the hollow of the throat to the valleys of their cleavage. The silk was thin enough for him to see how their nipples attacked their coverings. Below the waist, the robes flared out, showing bare thigh down to the slippers they both wore.

“Miss Michelle! Miss Allie!” Chad gasped, groping for some formality. He had slept naked but for a pair of pants and that seemed hardly enough to make for any decency. He pulled his sheet up to his throat and felt faintly ridiculous. “What are you doing in here?”

Every breath, every twitch became a susurration of the white lace. It billowed around their bodies, obscuring and revealing everything and nothing. Chad had to say he liked everything much more than nothing.

“Come with us, Chad,” Michelle purred.

“What now?”

“Come along,” Allie said, her voice slightly less breathy than her daughter’s. “We have to show you something.”

And she slung her arm around Michelle’s waist—much as Chad wanted to—and guided her towards the door of the shack. It was not a long walk and Chad did not get to see nearly enough of them walking away before they were through the door.

“Show me what? At this time of night?” Chad demanded.

Allie reached down with her fingers to brush at Michelle’s rump, as if dispelling some annoying fleck of pollution. None of which Chad had seen, and he’d thoroughly checked. “Haven’t we given you reason enough to follow along already?” Allie simpered. She shared a giggle with her daughter before they turned the corner and were gone.

Chad was up before he could think better of it, pulling on his boots and then his jacket and his hat. He grabbed his gun from where he’d left it after oiling it and stuffed it in his waistband. There, now he qualified as at least half-dressed.

Outside, the moon was bright. It lit up the desert as best it could, but there was little to illuminate in this barren landscape. Yet much for shadows to conceal. The world was faint, indistinct, instead of the overwhelming expanse of nothingness Chad recalled during the day. He liked it better this way. Silence spiced by the little breaths and comments of the girls. Coolness relieved by the feverish warmth of his own bounding libido. Darkness that he could scour through for glimpses of the women’s beauty, like a miner panning for gold.

He followed Allie and Michelle, though he felt like he was solving a puzzle. Moving by glints of bright hair and shining sweat, until he came to the watering hole, in the shade of the mesa. Through its blackness, all he could see was a suggestion of motion.

He saw their hands at their waists, unbelting themselves, then the robes fluttering down to the ground, leaving bare bodies of total beauty.

Chad let out an audible groan. His prick felt like an overcooked sausage, about to burst. He could not go this far and be denied.

“Take a good look,” Allie said cheerily. “Not much difference, is there? That royal blood I told you about. Michelle’s gonna look like me when she’s my age and hopefully I’ll still look like this!”

“Mother’d hate to think you’re only interested in her to get to me,” Michelle said, grabbing Allie’s hand for a squeeze. “We really could be twins. I’ve met a few boys who are even more interested in her than me. I don’t care. The important thing is that no man’s going to come between us.” Then she giggled. “Unless we want him between us!”

“Come on now, strip!” Allie said, pulling Michelle along with her into the water. “You don’t want to get your clothes all wet, now do you?”

“It’s cold, Chad! Come in and keep us warm!”

“Allie! You can’t be so blunt! He’ll think you’re a bad girl!”

Chad made his recent movements all in reverse. Plucking off his boots, dragging off his jacket, piling them all together with his pants with his gun on top to weight the mess down and his hat on top of that. The sight snagged on the hatband so the wind would most likely bear none of it off.

Then, jaybird naked, he ran to catch up with the girls. The water was freezing, but could not dampen his ardor. He dunked his head to finish his soaking, even himself out. Then rose from the water, shaking his shaggy hair out.

He saw Allie, a water nymph, her body’s only imperfection that the water distorted what was beautiful enough to be set in stone. Like a statue of a gorgeous, naked maiden that’d been piled high with snow. But not a whole ocean could make ugliness out of Allie’s goddess-like form.

He reached for her, to tell the truth with his hands where his eyes lied. Allie laughed and kicked away from him and splashed him. Chad splashed her back. She bit her lip and treaded water, her efforts to stay up testing her freedom from the water. When she kicked, she rose, the water sliding down from her bust before embracing it again. Chad could’ve growled.

But a devil on his shoulder whispered how he could take back the momentum: “Where’d Michelle go?”

Allie showed no disquiet at his question: perhaps because with how avidly he was staring at her, there was no chance he appreciated her daughter more. “Why, don’t you want to have a talk that’s just us grown-ups? No kiddie stuff?”

“She looks pretty grown to me.”

Allie swam about, circling around him while Chad felt the cool water licking all over him and knew she was sharing the same sensation. “But there’s only one of her and one of me and one of you. So what do you want her for when you’ve got me?”

“Maybe I just have a big appetite. And even after having a meal that could sate any man, I still want seconds because of how good this dish tastes.”

Allie reddened enough for him to see it in the moonlight. “Such a tongue you have! A devil like you, I might wanna keep away from my little girl. Or, at least, save for when it’s her birthday.”

“Her loss,” Chad said reasonably, and swam close to Allie. So close that her only choices were to swim away or to wrap her arms around his neck.

Hands pulled his head down to hers. She turned into a kitten as they kissed, the noise in her throat halfway between a growl and a mew. Her tongue offered itself to his mouth; he sucked on it and that was like a jolt of electricity passing through Allie.

Chad dropped his arms around her and pulled her in until he could feel those lush curves of her crushed to the hard planes of his body. Then his right hand scoured its way around her ribs, found her breast, tweaked the bright pink of her nipple into the hardness of an acorn.

She squealed and ripped away from him, dunking herself and coming up sputtering a mouthful of water. “Shame on you, Chad Conners!”