Sara the horse trainer intended to spend a weekend in the Arizona wilderness with her horse. When a beautiful young woman with a problem shows up, her plans go awry. But Sara's not complaining...
Heat Level: 2
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Lesbian
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: First Time, Forbidden Love, One Night Stand
Word Count: 3787
Languages Available: English
Sara heard the crunching sound of tires on dirt long before the new arrival lumbered into view. She finished feeding Mary and patted her chestnut side as she left the travel pen, struggling to put a lid on her resentment. After all, this wasn't private land, and other people had just as much right to use the national forest trails as she and Mary did. Reason did little to diminish her resentment, though. She'd come here on purpose to be alone, damn it.
Tall Ponderosa pines stretched far overhead, sheltering woman and horse from the afternoon sun, still fierce even at the high altitude of the Mogollon Rim. They also hid the intruder from view until Sara had the travel pen fully secured, the trailer closed up, and her tack set out for the ride she intended to have in the morning. By then she could see the seventies-era Winnebago Chief, a fat, boxy RV with a well-tuned old powerhouse of a motor. It waddled into the campsite at a slow, sensible pace.READ MORE
Sara had enough time to observe that the driver of the old Winnebago was a woman before she slammed on the brakes and disappeared. Sara frowned, puzzled. The Winnie coughed and died. What the hell?
The woman remained out of sight and Sara approached the RV, worry replacing her annoyance. Was the stranger ill? Sara stood on tiptoe but couldn't see into the driver's side window. She heard an odd sound inside, kind of a whimpering noise, and her concern deepened. She moved rapidly to the other side of the RV and opened the door.
"Hello? Are you okay? Do you need help?"
The driver slumped over the steering wheel. Sara put a foot on the first step, then the woman raised her head and turned a lovely, tear-streaked face towards her.
Oh, sweet Jesus, she's beautiful! Young, probably barely legal, clear skin and wavy dark blond hair, with hazel eyes—she might have stepped out of one of Sara's most secret daydreams.COLLAPSE
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