Shania Twain was riding in a helicopter passing over the hot California country side, headed for a remote location for a Photo shoot. One of the Top European Magazines was paying her good money for her time. They wanted to do an edition on the hot country music stars from America, They had their own photographers doing the shoot but had hired an American company for the production, the producer decided since they were hot stars he would shoot them in a hot location.

Shania had a four day break in her tour and had left Florida right after her concert last night. After arriving in L. A. she was escorted to a private jet and flown to San Diego where she boarded the helicopter she was on. She got a little sleep on the plane but not much.

She looked to her right at her traveling companion, he appeared to be sleeping with a baseball cap pulled down over his eyes, he had been on the helicopter when she boarded and looked like he was already asleep. It was Trace Adkins, one of the top male country singers right now.

Shania had seen him before at some of the award shows and they had spoken a few words, but she really didn't know him. She liked his songs, and he always seemed to be having a good time. He was a big guy she remembered that, but looking at him now she realized just how big, He seemed to overflow the seat.

Now Trace was a big guy, he stood 6'5" and weighed 250 lbs. There was very little fat on him, Trace had worked hard all his life and it had paid off in a muscular body, he was a lineman on the football team at Louisiana Tech, worked on offshore oilrigs for several years and owned a farm now. He enjoyed doing the working things a farmer does. He was in pretty good shape.

Shania looked him over, big guy, what you would call ruggedly handsome, but looked like he had a good idea, she pulled her baseball cap down over her eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Trace had been dozing on and off but through half closed eyes he saw Shania look him over, Man she is one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen he thought. They had met at some music functions, but she looked sexier now, with those baggy pants and hockey jersey that was too big for her, a baseball cap with her long brown hair in a ponytail through the back. Man that Mutt is a lucky man he thought.

They were headed for a little valley in the hills just before you reached Death Valley, it wasn't very big but it was beautiful, hills surrounding a fertile valley, lush vegetation, a spring forming a small pool at one end. It was perfect for what the producer had in mind, his crew was already sitting up the equipment.

Since this was way out in the wilderness there were no sizable towns for about 40 miles and only a dirt track to get in and out. The producer was hoping for a one day shoot but he was prepared if it wasn't. He had two trailers towed in and set up at one end just in case they had to stay over.

Each had two rooms, a bedroom and a kitchen/living room and a bathroom with shower. The crew were going back to a little motel about 20 miles away. He knew that even if both stars agreed to stay there that it wasn't up to a standard stars of their quality should have to put up with. The trailers had been stocked with food that each star liked, vegetarian for Shania and steaks for Trace, each trailer was air conditioned and had its own gas generator. Hopefully they wouldn't be needed.

When the helicopter sat down, there was activity going on all over, crew sitting lighting equipment and make-up people setting up their kits under an awning.

The jolt of the chopper sitting down woke both stars up. Trace sat up pushing his cap back and looking around, he saw Shania looking around also, she looks so cute in that cap he thought.

"After you mam" he said as he gestured for her to go ahead with his hand.

She smiled "A gentleman, and I didn't think there were many left." She picked up her carry bag and started down the steps, having to bend over.

Trace had his bag and was following her, when she bent over those baggy pants tightened over her fine ass. "Ummmm, Ummm" he thought, I hope they have her in some sexy stuff.

The producer who told them what he had in mind met them, they would be shooting separately at different parts of the valley. The valley wasn't very big so even then they wouldn't be more than a couple of hundred feet apart. The producer turned them over to the wardrobe personnel that led them off to separate dressing areas.

"See you around " Trace tipped his cap to Shania.

"You betcha big guy" she responded touching her hand to her cap brim and smiling.

They went straight to work, cameras snapping and lights being moved to better highlight the next shot. They had changed clothes several times, Trace less than Shania, heck there is only so much you can do with a male country star, Blue Jeans are a must so he only changed shirts, hats and boots.

Shania on the other hand had many outfits they wanted her to wear, some with tight jeans and blouse, maybe a vest, others they wanted to show off that fine body.

Now female stars whether singers or actress can't be embarrassed about people seeing them practically naked, during concerts with several costume changes there is usually several people in the dressing room either changing also or helping with the changing, it gets to where they don't pay much attention to the crew.

Several times during the morning Trace looked over to see Shania partially behind a screen changing her wardrobe, he caught a glimpse of her scrumptious ass in only her bikini panties, a flash of breast from the side as she dropped a cut off jersey over her head. Each time brought a little twitch to his cock. Super fine specimen of woman he thought.

While Shania was getting her hair redone between takes she overheard two of the makeup girls giggling.

"Did you see the bulge in his jeans" one said.

"Girl he must have stuck a sock in there, he couldn't be that big" the other laughed.

"Yeah but if he is can you imagine what that would feel like" the first one sighed.

"Oh I have imagined it" her friend replied.

Shania raised one eyebrow, Hmmmm I might have to check that out she thought, but forgot it in the hustle of the activities.

They broke for lunch and under another awning they had a table set up for the two. It had become very hot by now, it never was cool. It was in the high 70s when they got there, it was now 98. They had two fans on each star between shots to try and keep them cool and plenty of water.

Trace had on just jeans and a cowboy hat and boots, Shania was in a tight pair of short shorts and a European soccer jersey cut to about half way between her breasts and her belly button along with a pair of calf high boots.

Trace thought Shania looked good enough to eat. Shania looking at that big chest and muscular arms, thought he was a big hunk of man.

They talked about the photo shoot and how each ended up here. Trace is a very soft spoken man, a gentle giant Shania thought. Both found the other easy to talk to and were amazed when the hour and a half break was over.

About a half hour into the afternoon shoot, storm clouds started gathering and it started to rain. That was it for the day, it looked like they would have to stay overnight. The crew loaded up for the trip back to the little motel, the producer making sure everything was okay with the trailers before he left. After everybody left both Shania and Trace went to their trailers and took a nice cool shower. They had to be careful there was only so much water in each trailer.

They met back under the awning with the table, each bringing the food that had been prepared for just this emergency. Shania's was a vegetarian salad and water, Trace heated up a steak and baked potato and a beer. Trace had on a pair of kaki shorts and was barefoot, Shania had on a blue tank top and jogging shorts and tennis shoes.

They talked for an hour or so learning each others history, how wanting to sing had cost Trace two wives, the second one shooting him in the heart after a big argument, it was an accident he said. By the time he married for the third time he had already made it big enough. He didn't have to sing in the bars and honkytonks anymore and it seemed to be going fine.

He learned about Shania's life growing up in Canada, how she helped her stepfather. I think of him as my natural father she told him. She helped work in his forestry crew, she could weld an ax or a chain saw with the best of them. Of raising her brothers and sisters when their parents were killed, the long hours she also sang in the small beer joints and bars. Each had developed an admiration for how the other had earned what they had. It had stopped raining and the sun was back out.

It was still in the middle nineties and although they had a fan turned on them they were very hot, Shania was talking when Trace focused in on the fact that her top was soaked with sweat making the cloth cling to her like a second skin, those magnificent breasts sticking out like an awning over her flat belly, nipples plainly visible making little hills in the material. He watched as a drop of sweat started at her jaw and slowly trickled down her pretty neck and on down until it disappeared in the valley between her breasts. His cock started thickening.

"Don't you think" he heard Shania say. He didn't know what she said but he had better act like he heard it.

"Oh sure that's what I think" he said looking her in the eye but wanting to look somewhere else.

Now Shania herself caught herself watching the muscles flex in his big chest and arms as they talked, that's the reason she didn't catch him looking at her tits.

About that time there was a change in the sounds of the valley, now instead of two generators going, there was only the sound of one. They looked to each trailer and saw that Shania's generator was not running.

"Oh no" she said. "I'll suffocate without the air conditioning" she moaned.

"Lets see what it is, I am pretty handy around the farm machinery, maybe I can fix it" Trace offered. He got up to go over, forgetting that his dick had gotten about half hard. When he stood up Shania's eyes widened my gosh those girls were right, just look at that thing. Her eyes followed him as he walked past her to the generator.

He looked it over with Shania looking over his shoulder, "well I probably could fix it if I had the tools but without them I can't do a thing" Trace said.

"I had better tell them to get something out here" Shania said. She got her cell phone out, but what nobody had realized was this little valley between the hills was a dead area, she had no signal. She realized she would have to do the best she could tonight.

"Why don't you come on in my trailer, at least till you go to bed" Trace offered. Shania sighed, that would probably be the coolest thing to do, besides she liked talking to this big man, and she wondered if maybe she could get another peek to see if her first sight of his manhood wasn't a mirage. He followed her, her wet shorts were clinging to those moving hips like he wished his hands were.

They got inside where it was cool, Trace got another cold beer asking "you want one, or I can get you a water if you want."

Shania was hot and that cold beer looked good, "A beer will be wonderful, I don't guess a few calories will make a difference" she grinned.

Trace was looking at those dimples and big smile, damp hair plastered against her cheek, those firm breasts clearly outlined by her wet top, nipples poking out.

No, no, he thought won't hurt at all, she was one sexy looking lady. Once again he felt the blood start to fill his cock. They sat back and drank a couple of beers just talking and enjoying each others company, Shania said she better get to bed, the crew was supposed to be back around 7:00 in the morning and it had been a long day.

She tossed and she turned, none of the cords for the fans would reach from Traces generator to her trailer so she had no relief from the heat. She had stripped her clothes off and was trying to find a comfortable position in the wet sheets. Finally she got up and took another cool shower but seeing the water level she knew she couldn't do that again. That relief only lasted about 20 minutes before she was sweating again. She thought about the spring pool, it was constantly running so it must be cool. She slipped on a Canadian hockey jersey that she loved, it had been washed so many times it was worn thin and comfortable. She slipped that over her head and headed for the pool.

Trace was sitting in his trailer in the dark. He hadn't been able to go to sleep either but not because of the heat, well it was the heat, but not the outside heat. He had put on a pair of wide legged soft shorts, they were very comfortable and he wore them around the house. He couldn't get the picture of Shania's fine tits showing through her top, nipples he would love to be sucking on out of his mind. He ran his hand down under the waist band of his shorts and started lightly stroking his dick. The moon was bright, lighting the landscape outside almost like morning, through the window in the end of the Trailer he saw a shadow moving across the ground. There was only one person it could be, he moved to the window and saw Shania walking towards the pool. Looked like she only had on a thin shirt and the sight of those braless breasts bouncing as she walked and those gorgeous legs flashing in the moon light had him reaching for his cock again.

Shania on coming out of her trailer looked over at Trace's, there was no light on so she figured he was asleep. She went to the pool, it was light enough to see there were no critters around so she thought it would be alright. She stripped off her jersey and walked into the cool water, it felt so good, her nipples hardened at cool feel of it.

The pool wasn't very deep, just a couple of feet so she sat down splashing herself all over, unaware she was being watched.

Trace was watching every move, her back was to him when she drew the jersey over her head and the sight of those rounded firm ass cheeks rolling back and forth as she walked into the pool caused his cock to get harder in his slow stroking hand. Her smooth back and shapely legs were beautiful he thought. She turned slightly as she sat down and the sight of one firm breast, the nipple protruding like a pointing finger sent more blood into his dick.

Shania stayed in the pool for about 20 minutes, till she felt refreshed, she hated to get out, she knew that within an hour she would probably be back. She rose and walked out of the pool picking up her jersey, she wouldn't even put it on, just to hot she figured.

Trace watched this vision as she rose and walked toward him, the moonlight shining on her like a spotlight. Those breasts were bouncing just a little with each step, hard nipples pointing right at him, a dark triangle of wet hair guarding that sweet treasure below. Trace's hand was moving a little faster now.

Shania was barefooted and on the way back she stepped on a hard rock, the pain causing her to cry out and fall as her foot gave way.

Trace heard her cry and saw her fall down, he didn't know what had happened but he knew he better see if she was alright.

Shania was trying to get up when she heard "Shania are you alright" in that deep soft voice. She liked to have jumped out of her skin. "Whooo, oh, but" she tried to turn too fast and cover up with her jersey at the same time and fell on her ass. The only thing the jersey covered was one boob. "Trace, you scared me" she shouted. she was franticly trying to get the jersey over her tits and pussy.

She looked up, Trace was standing just a few feet away and the left leg of his shorts was like a tent, the head of his dick had to be almost a foot down his leg. "I, uh" she forgot what she was going to say.

Trace was unaware that his dick was still hard but he shouldn't be surprised, her jersey was doing a very inadequate job of coving her body. He could see almost one whole breast and some dark hair peeking from her closed legs. "Did you hurt yourself" he asked? Shania was still trying to get that jersey arranged and she had never taken her eyes off his dick. "Ummm well I stepped on something sharp, it hurts" she proclaimed.

Trace never hesitated he just reached down putting one arm under her knees and the other around her back, lifted her like she weighed nothing and carried her towards his trailer. "We better have a look at it" he told her.

Shania didn't know whether to say put me down, or you're right we better, or what. But the feel of those strong arms and the sight of that big dick sort of made her stay quiet.

When they got to the steps of the trailer instead of going up Trace said. "Shania, I have got to do something". With that he moved her in his arms till he had a his big hands wrapped around her waist, it was so small his fingers almost touched. He lifted her straight up into the air till her dark haired pussy was even with his face and pushed his mouth into her soft thighs, stabbing a long tongue between her closed pussy lips and swiping upward to slide over her clitoris.

A feeling of pure desire shot through Shania's body as Trace's long tongue invaded her pussy.

"Huhhh" was all she managed to get out, she wanted to say stop but he did it again borrowing deeper between her thighs, she unconsciously spread her legs a little giving him better access.

"Ummm" was all she got out this time before he raised her higher over his head. Trace held her with one hand and took the other and placed her leg over his shoulder, then switched hands and moved the other leg over his shoulder before lowering her pussy right down to his face.

This gave her time to try and say something but all she got out was "Trace, you had better", before he had his tongue back in her pussy again, his long tongue stabbing deep into her moistening cave.

Trace held her there as he ate her sweet pussy, stabbing and licking, taking a plump lip between his teeth and gently chewing on it. He used his tongue like a dick and then sucked on her clit till she thought she would pass out. His soft mustache was working against her pussy lips and tickling her clit sending delicious thrills all through her.

All she could do was sit on his shoulders, she dropped the jersey, and put both hands in his hair while he sent her senses spiraling toward a tremendous orgasm. He lowered his hands till he had them cupping those round cheeks holding her in place. Trace had his tongue in as far as it could go, his lips glued to her pussy and his nose against her clit. Shania's juices were smeared all over his face, when he moved his head his juice-slicked nose would rub her clit. Only a little nodding of his head sent her into her climax.

Shania gripped his head hard with both hands, her warm thighs squeezing his cheeks as her cream poured from her into his mouth. He could feel every contraction and ripple of her climax on his tongue, it was buried as deep in her sweet hole as he could it. When her senses returned, that little weakness that always happens after a big climax had her slumped over his head, her firm breasts trying to spread some to allow his head to go between them.

Trace could feel just little tremors in her pussy when he withdrew his tongue. This brought a little moan from Shania, he lifted her off his shoulders and lowered her till her head was about even with his chest. She put her arms around his neck and lay her head against his shoulder, he carried her into the trailer and took her to the bedroom.

Laying her gently on the bed, he looked at this beautiful superstar, "You had better say stop now pretty lady or I am going to fuck you bowlegged" he said in a soft calm voice.

She looked down from that rugged face past his huge chest to that big thing trying to get out of his shorts. She smiled "You can try big guy, you can try."

She sat up on the side of the bed and gripped his shorts with both hands and jerked them down, his big dick swinging up slapping her in the cheek. It felt so warm, she leaned back.

My gosh how big is that thing, she thought, It looks as big as my horse Dancer's cock. Trace's cock was almost twelve inches long, it was standing straight out from his body, to heavy to lift any higher towards his belly. He was uncircumcised but in its hardened state the foreskin had slid back to let the huge plum colored head emerge.

That thing is as big around as my arm Shania thought as she reached one hand tentatively up to try and get her fingers around it, no way. It felt so hot and hard, but with a soft layer over it. She slid her hand toward the head bringing the foreskin forward to almost cover the head, this brought a groan from Trace. She brought the tip to her mouth, opening wide she let her tongue slide over it like licking an ice cream cone.

"Ohhhh babe" Trace groaned.

She slid her hand back exposing the head and opened her mouth wide just barely able to get his big head in before closing her lips and running her tongue around the underside of his cock. This sensitive spot on a man bringing another "mmmmmm, yeah" from the big man. She worked at it but it was so big she could only get about six inches in her mouth, she closed her lips tight and started jacking the rest of his shaft gripping it tightly.

"Ohhhh babe that feels so good" he moaned.

Shania worked six inches hard with her lips and tongue coating him with her saliva all the while running that loose skin up and down the remainder, kissing her tight lips with it when she was on the down stroke with her mouth.

The fact that she was a great cocksucker and that this was one of the most beautiful superstars in the world sucking his dick had Trace's balls boiling in a very short time. She looked up at him with those sparking eyes, smiled around his dick and cupped his balls with her other hand.

That was it, the muscles in his legs stiffened and his balls exploded a hot load of cum against the back of her throat, she swallowed instantly and backed off till her lips just enclosed the head as she jacked him furiously with her hand. He was coming up on his toes while he sent shot after hot shot in her hot wet sucking mouth.

Shania swallowed it all just a little leaking out around the corners of her mouth. When she felt his balls quit their spasms, she milked the last drop from the end of his dick. Pulling it from her mouth she kissed the tip before releasing it and lying back down on the bed, legs spread. "I'm not bowlegged yet stud" she grinned.

Now Trace's cock had begun to soften, the big head slowly looking down at the floor, but the sight of Shania laying there, shapely legs spread, dark curly bush guarding her cunt, that flat belly and world famous belly button, round breasts just slightly flattening on her chest and traces of his cum visible at the corners of that beautiful face. Well the head of his dick started to rise again.

He crawled between her legs, she spread them wide. Shania held her legs right behind the knee pulling them back to a full split position and kept them spread as far as she could.

He cupped his hands under that fine ass again and lifted her to his tongue once more, probing and licking and sucking till her cunt was slick with her excitement and she was softly moaning once again.

He rose to his knees with his hands still under her ass and she still holding her legs wide while he brought her pussy up to the head of his cock. When the hot head of his cock kissed the hotter wet entrance to her slick channel they both groaned with the pleasure of it. Holding her effortlessly with one hand her grabbed his dick and ran the head up and down her slick lips before seating it in her vulva and shoving forward.

At first it met a strong resistance before her pretty lips gave way and the big plum head popped in. Shania gave out a quick breathless "ommhh." She felt herself stretched wide, it almost felt as big as her baby being born.