Chapter 5

They were deep into Choctaw territory and Andy was doing his usual job of scouting ahead of the herd. The country around here was pretty much open plains, except for lines of trees that ran along the banks of permanent streams. Andy saw such a line of trees and rode toward it to determine if it was a suitable place for the herd to spend the night.

As he got close, he discovered that the trees grew in splotchy patches, that is, the trees were clumped close together in places and widely scattered in others. He didn't think that this would make any difference to the people or the cattle, so he rode toward one of the denser copses to see what he might find. This group of trees surrounded a pool within the stream, and, dammit, he was hot and tired, so he decided on the spur of the moment to strip off his clothes and enjoy a few minutes of splashing in the cool water.

He dismounted and hobbled his horse so that it could crop some of the grass and get to the water for a drink whenever he wished. Andy was sitting on a handy fallen tree trunk and taking off his boots when he heard a woman's voice come from the trees, "Oh, kind sir, please help me, for I am in great distress!"

The accent was strange, so Andy had to spend a moment deciphering the words and converting them into Texas dialect. At the first sound of the voice, Andy had plopped himself on the ground close to the fallen tree trunk and pulled his pistol, ready to defend himself at need. He didn't see anybody, friendly or hostile, so he said, "Show yerself, an' I'll do what I kin."

The woman said, "Very well, but please do not shoot me." A moment later, an Indian woman in her late teens or early 20s stepped out from a dense stand of trees. She was beautiful, and she was naked! Now, this was a sight that Andy never tired of, and he made careful note of her attributes. Her face was that of a classic Indian beauty and her hair fell in a glistening black shower to her ass cheeks. She was neither fat nor skinny, but had that nearly perfect proportion of flesh to bone that all males can't resist. Her breasts stood high and proud on her chest and her nipples were erect and projecting about three-quarters of an inch from dark brown aureoles. Her belly was flat, and Andy could barely see the distinct muscle development of a body in supremely good physical condition. The woman's hips flared from her waist in enticing curves that framed a gloriously bare pussy. She had absolutely no pubic hair and Andy could see almost every detail of her perfect "camel toe" configuration. He stalled here for a more careful examination before progressing down her perfectly formed legs to her equally perfect feet.

Andy's jaw dropped and might have made an audible thud if it had hit the ground! He had never seen such physical perfection! Totally of its own volition, his cock sprang to attention, and might have torn a gaping split in his pants if he had not been lying belly-down on the ground. As it was, the position was downright painful, so Andy shifted position to sitting as soon as possible. This took some of the strain off his crotch, but not nearly enough for complete comfort, but that might not have been possible, anyway, considering how hard he had become.

Andy stuttered a bit as he tried to make his tongue and jaw form the necessary words, "M ... M ... Ma'am, why are ya naked? Where are yer people?"

"I am nude because I was bathing just before you arrived, and I did not have time to don my clothes. When you approached more closely, I discerned that you were a man, so that I believed that I would be marginally safer if I were unclothed when you first saw me. Do you find me attractive?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I shore do! I was gonna take a bath, myself."

"Then, perhaps, we should bathe together. I believe that the colloquial expression is that 'you wash my back and I will wash yours.'"

"Are ya serious, Ma'am?"

"Yes, Sir, I am completely serious. I am in dire need of assistance, and I propose to exchange sexual favors for assistance and protection, if that is agreeable to you."

"Yes, Ma'am. That is completely agreeable. Let's hit that there water, cuz I'm dirty and sweaty, an' I need ta wash it off afore I touch ya. Oh, my name is Andy Hopper. What's yers?"

"My name is Elizabeth White Water. I am a Cherokee Christian and I am from the northeastern part of the Cherokee Nation. I was kidnapped over a week ago by some Choctaws and brought south to be sold as a sex-slave within the Choctaw Nation. I hope that I can convince you to assist me in returning to my home."

"We wuz headed that way, anyhow, soz I don't see that returnin' ya home would be any kind of a problem. I'm sure that my Pa and brothers would go along with whatever I asked 'em ta do."

"Oh, wonderful! Now, let us get that bath we both want."

Elizabeth came closer to Andy to help him remove his clothes. When he had everything off but his pants, Elizabeth bent over to loosen his belt and the buttons of his fly. When he had stood up, his cock had been pulled back down, so it was under considerable stress when she finally pulled his pants down. She was bending over at just the right angle to be hit in the face by Andy's cock as it flew up to its normal erect position. The force was actually enough to knock her back, but she didn't fall.

Elizabeth rubbed the portion of her face that had been struck as she gazed in awe at Andy's erect 9 inches by 3 inches. "Are ... Are you certain that you are human?" she stammered. "I had no idea that White men could have such large penises. I have never seen an Indian with such an appendage."

Andy said, "I 'spect that most White men are like most Indians, but all of the men in my family are pretty much like me, though I am the biggest."

"Well, I am still amazed!" said Elizabeth as she grabbed hold of Andy's pecker and led him to the water. By this time she was in a hurry to get him washed off, because she was anxious to "know" him better, in the biblical sense.

Andy had a fragment of soap in his saddle bag, so that was what they used to wash each other. They found an interesting position in the water, which was waist deep on Andy: he stood behind Elizabeth while she straddled his cock. The pressure of her weight, since it was reduced by the buoyancy of the water, did not put painful pressure on his cock or her pussy, so they were both able to enjoy the time he spent washing her titties. It was not quite so easy to wash either her pussy or his cock, since they were constantly under water, but they managed by diligent rubbing to obviate the need for soap.

They shook themselves vigorously when they got out of the water, so they were dry enough for other activities in short order. However, neither Elizabeth nor Andy felt that there was much need to be completely dry. Elizabeth lay down on the grass near the pool on her back and spread her legs.

Andy didn't believe that she could be wet enough, yet, for fucking, besides, he wanted to try some of the things that Sarah had taught him. He did get between Elizabeth's legs, but made no effort to insert his cock into her cunt. Instead, he leaned over to kiss her. This caught Elizabeth completely by surprise. Of course, she had been kissed before, but never by a lover just before intercourse. She was used to the usual Indian practice of "slam, bam, thank you ma'am." She was a bit frightened when Andy stuck his tongue into her mouth and almost instinctively bit down on it; however, she caught herself in time. It only took a few seconds for her to realize what he was doing, and she joined in with enthusiasm.

They kissed for a while, but Andy wanted to try other things, so he moved over to gently nibble on Elizabeth's ear lobes. Now, this was something that she had never felt before. She started to become aroused and wiggled and giggled under him. When he finally moved his attention to her tits, she really felt the pressure build. Andy propped on his elbows and gently squeezed both her tits at the same time. Elizabeth felt the strangest twinges and pressures build up in her body, sensations that she had never felt before. She loved the sensations, but was puzzled as to what they were.