Goldie Lockes and the Three Bares

[badbabysitter]

Goldie Locke's Three Bares
This was retarded, " Goldie" was lost , in the woods no less.

Not just lost in the woods, but lost in woods in 4 inch heels and fishnets. This was not the way it was supposed to happen, but she had to get out Peter Wolfe's car. That man was all hands, and big nasty teeth. He was going to bring her up to his cabin to meet some producers that were going to help with her career, so she let him have a little hand play. But after he dropped that they were "going to be late a day or two" she knew he just wanted her up alone, stranded from people miles away.

So when she convinced him to stop at a roadside restroom she slipped away. She wandered down the hill to what she thought was a road..but ended up being a stream. Then couldnt find the path back through the rough brush. Tearing holes in her fishnets, and once she fell. And ruined her nails. Dear god.

It had been hours. No sign of a road. Or sound of a car. Or helicopter. Or anything. She was lost in these goddamn mountains and would probably be eaten by a rhinoceres or whatever it was that lived outside of the city.

This was getting bad for Goldie, who really wasnt named Goldie, her name was Eunice, but with her thick blonde curly hair, every one called her Goldie. Sure beat Eunice.

And when she was finally about to give up and collapse into tears. She saw the house.

It was more of a big long log cabin. With a few windows. It was situated majestically beside a stream in a mountain valley.

She all but ran up to the porch and pounded on the door.

" Hello! Please help me! my cel doesnt seem to work out here! I'm lost"

She noticed her calls fell on deaf ears or no one was home, so she pushed open the door. Inside was a big living room with a big couch and armchair..attached to a combo kitchen dining room. There were about 4 doors leading off. One was open and she could see a big brass railing bed in one room, another door beside it showed a washroom.

But nophone damnit!

" Hello" she said tentatively looking in

No response. So Goldie wandered in.

" Anyone home?"

No one ever leaves their door open in the city. But what a bunch of hicks know. God she was hungry too. Looks like there was something on the stove.

Mmmmm smelled good too, oh , it was some kind of gumbo. She reached for the handle not bothering to turn the heat down.

" Ow, too hot" she said flinching her hand back

Hey, coffee! Yuck, hadnt been on since morning.

" Too cold"

She opened the fridge, a hoagie!

" Just right" she said taking it out and taking a bite. She threw a fiver down on the table, and polished off the sandwhich.

She went over to armchair to wait and hope she didnt offend anyone. Ow, fuck this thing was stiff.

" Too hard"

And she was tired too, they wouldnt be back for hours. ( Whoever they were) maybe a stretch on the bed. Naw, looked too soft.

So she went and stretched out on the couch. Very very nice. Built for comfort.

Just right.


And then she snoozed out.


OOC

Idea is pretty simple..its a fairy tale take off..with goldiclocks being a bubble brained big busted bimbo..who has wandered into the three bears home.. they could be anything.. a trio of brothers, hunting buddies, dad and sons, what ever

 

[Copperheed]

Flynn “Paul” O'Byrne
Flynn is big man standing 6’ 3” with broad shoulders, massive chest and thick strong legs. His arms are enormous and powerful, looking more appropriate to a bear than a man. Flynn has spent most of his life in construction and as a lumberjack. He picked up the nickname Paul there, because his crewmates often joked he could give the legend a run for his money in bringing in lumber.

He then moved out to be away from civilization and its corrupting influence. Taking his two boys with him to the simple life. He’s mighty proud of them having grown up knowing how to work hard, think strait and enjoy the simple things in life. This is how life was meant to be to him. No phones or computers making everyone soft, just what a man can build with his own hands and have pride in. And he was proud of his boys and the cabin he’d built. His boys were 18 now and definitely ready to start finding a woman. He’d teach them how to do that as well.


OOC: How's this? You want to wait for the boys to show up before starting? To Flynn's boys, if you're instrested in not being Irish pick a different mother or choose adopted. I've no problem with either.

 

[Copperheed]

Coming home from a successful hunt, Pa (and that’s how he thought of himself after his kids and wives started calling him that) hung the young doe in the skinning shack (Much bigger than a shack, this separate building acted as a skinning, fleshing and meat locker). It would be a few hours before he need to tend to it again so he headed into the house. Pausing when he saw the door’s latch hadn’t been replaced; he hefted his rifle and slowly snuck into the house. Seeing an unknown attractive woman dozing on his couch, took him back a step. No one knew this cabin was here and the valley was difficult to get into if you didn’t know how to get in.

Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, this pretty woman might be fine wife for one of his boys. She was beautiful, even if she was obviously too infatuated with the civilized world. Those clothes weren’t what women should be wearing. Pa got to work preparing for when she woke up. He noticed the five dollar bill on the table and picked it up n disgust. Did she think one could enter another’s house without asking and money would make it better? Well time enough for that when she woke.

Having finished he sat down in his comfortable (matter of opinion) chair and called out in a deep but calm voice, “Miss, wake up. Miss it’s time to wake up.” Opening her eyes, he was obviously the first thing she noticed. Pa sat in his large chair, arms set on the armrests, looking strait at this unknown woman with a look of obvious displeasure. He filled out his thick flannel shirt his broad chest and massive arms evident beneath it. He wore thick brown pants and his heavy duty work boots lay by the door, his large feet uncovered. His frown was hidden in his beard.

Pa’s voice resounded around the room as he spoke with out shouting, “You’re awake now, good. Tell your name miss. And tell me why you thought it alright to enter someone’s house and eat their food.”

 

[Titelist]

Marty

"Pa, what's that woman doing here?" as I came through the door.

Pa adopted me when I was just a runt, but now at 18, I can't help myself from looking at the large mounds on this blonde strange women's chest.

"Pa, can I squeeze one of those?"

I reach down and felt my first breast ever. It sent shivers and trembles through my body and straight to my crotch. Oh, I can't believe this is happening. There is a stirring in my pants. All this from touching this girl's chest. Wow, right there I learned the power of women.

I wanted to rip off my overalls right there. I knew what I had in my pants belonged to this stranger right now.

 

[andygorn]

Tom O'Byrne

[OOC: hope that this is okay...Tom is brother to Marty and son to Flynn]:

Name = Tom O'Byrne
Height = 6 feet
Muscular, long dark hair (Pa and Marty give him some good-natured ribbing abut his hair being 'girly' but he's always found that girls take a liking to it).

Sexual experience: He's had a couple of girlfriends...mainly going out on an evening to enjoy each other's company at social events, but he has also been dating Miriam, daughter of the owners of a nearby store.
Together, they have enjoyed mutual masturbation to climax, and he has explored the joys of her breasts. She has sucked him, but he has yet to return the favour to her.
Occasionally, he comes back home and tells Marty what he has done (not boasting, but just trying to prime his brother for when his first time comes to be with a woman).
Miriam's Mum, Gail, also flirts with him a lot and she knows everything he has been doing to her daughter (because she is telling Miriam what to do to seduce him).
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After a hard morning chopping wood in the forest, Tom returned the new logs to the shed at the side of the cabin. Stripping down to the waist, exposing his rugged torso and strong arms to the cool air of the forest, Tom washed himself in the stream as usual and (having shaken most of the water off his body), approached his family's home.
Hearing the familiar voics of his Pa and Marty inside, they seemed to be discussing something. As he turned and came through the doorway, he saw a very delectable, young blonde woman reclining upon their couch.

Tom's gaze travelled along the woman's legs, which were accentuated by the fishnets and high heels she was wearing.
His initial thought was to ask her where she was from...but this was quashed as soon as he saw one of Marty's hands slowly rubbing and squeezing one of the delicious mounds of the girl's breasts.

Stalking close to them soundlessly, Tom stood next to his brother and began to speak softly, his voice already thick with lust:
"Didn't I tell you that your first chance was coming soon, bro'? Yeah, that's it, Marty, squeeze her gently and softly so as to arouse her...you can tell you're doing something right if you can feel a small bud hardening in the centre of her breast..."

He knew that Marty would already be feeling the pangs of arousal grow swiftly within his inexperienced young body...and he had to admit that seeing the young woman's beauty stretched out before him was having a similar effect upon him too.

[OOC: Not sure what else Goldie Locke's wearing...any thoughts?]

 

[badbabysitter]

OOC: okay, wow, one thing at a time, lol

IC:

Goldie woke to someone yakking at her, then the voices grew louder and she eventually woke to someone gabbing at her breast. Her hand shot out like lightning instinctively and slapped the young molestor right across the cheek with a stinging echoe.

She sat bolt upright on the sofa and looked around in a panic

“You’re awake now, good. Tell your name miss. And tell me why you thought it alright to enter someone’s house and eat their food.”

She looked towards the deep bass voice to see a moutnain of a man sitting in the armchiar glaring quietly and securely at her.

" My name is Goldie sir, and I'm dreadfully sorry, I just got lost and this was the only place I could find"

"Pa, can I squeeze one of those?", said the yong molestor

She instinctively crossed her amrs across her chest and looked up with some quite of disgust at the young fellow. Then another wandered in and proceeded to act just as hillbilly. Oh my god!

" Dont you dare put a hand on me" she said tartly at the two young men, then turned her attention back to the mountain man.

" I am truly soory sir, but I was lost and starving and I looked around but couldnt find anyone, and I'm more then willing to pay for any food you need replacing"

 

[Copperheed]

OOC: Sorry Ma'am. Boys will be boys.

Smacking Marty’s hand, “Damn it boy! Where’s your manners! Tha’s not how you say hello. And Tom stop encouragin’ him. You know he’ll listen to anythin’ you say. Now before you all start gettin’ friendly, this young woman needs ta’ change inta something proper. Let her freshen up before we greet her proper.”

Turning to Goldie, “Good ta meet ya Miss Goldie. You can call me Paul. This here are my boys Tom and Marty. I’m sorry for their manners, but you’ll have ta forgive their enthusiasm. Ya’d probably like ta freshen up. There’s some fine dresses laid out fer ya on the bed in there, an’ if ya need a bath Marty can fetch some water and fill the tub tha’s in the bedroom. When yer done we’ll talk about what ye owe us. Now go on girlie.”

When she’d gone into the bedroom, Pa made sure the door was shut before turning to his boys. “I know ya all is eager, but ya got to learn that a woman needs ta freshen up and smell nice before she’s comfortable. Now Tom, Marty, there’s plenty of work ta be done around here. Best ta keep busy so yer manners ain’t tempted by yer lust. Marty start peeling some potatoes after ya get her some bath water and we’ll see if she knows how ta cook. And no some of them women in the big cities don’t know how ta cook. Tom we can always use some more rope and there’s a doe ta skin in the shed when it’s ready. Let’s go boys”

Pa knew Tom’s nimble fingers would do a fine job with the rope and skinning, just like he always did. Meanwhile best to make sure that this woman saw a what a good boy Marty was, since if she wasn’t spoiled by the easy living she’d make him a good wife. He’d have to remember to ask Tom how he and that lovely little thing back in town were coming along.

 

[andygorn]

[OOC: Sorry, got carried away!]

Feeling suitably admonished and casting his face down to the floor, Tom said quietly "Sorry, Pa, I guess I got carried away...I guess Marty's time will come soon enough."

A little nervous, yet knowing that he really should apologise, he called through the closed door: "Err, Miss...? This is Tom...I'm real sorry about before...it just gets a bit lonely here in the woods sometimes...sorry for acting like a kid and I hope you'll accept my apology..?"

His father's words about jobs to be done brought him back to life:
Sure, there were always things to do, but he didn't mind so much as they were pretty close as a family and they always worked well together.

His face clearly showing that he was still pretty ashamed with himself, Tom turned to his Pa and Marty and said:
"Heck, Pa and bro', I'm sure sorry 'bout that...I guess I've still got plenty to learn."

Trying to oput a brave face on thingsm Tom laughed slightly and added:
"I'll be back in a little while guys... I guess that deer's not going to skin itself..." and set off out the cabin to the side where the rope and deer would be, grabbing a spare shirt from a chair on his way out.

Seeing that the deer needed a little more time, he soon set to making another few coils of rope.
For him, it was a relatively quick process, but although he'd had a lot of practice at making rope, he knew to always be careful and not to treat them as routine; even one one slightly loose bind could be dangerous to anyone relying upon it.
Soon, there were several metres of rope at his feet and he went back to check on the deer. As he walked, he thought about how he had changed:

Not withstanding his loss of judgement back in the cabin just now, he liked to think of himself as a having become more mature in the last season or so.
With Miriam he had initially been very fumbling and too eager, yet she had shown him to take his time and to 'treat a lady right' as she'd put it.
Most of the guys his age in town were too brutish and unsubtle...foregoing most of a woman's pleasure in favour of their own lusts.
However, Miriam was different...As they'd learnt from each other, he'd found how to control himself a lot better and begun to understand a woman's needs, too.

He also wondered about the occasional coquettish looks he got from Miriam's Mom, Gail, too...he couldn't put his finger on it, but he sensed that there was more to this than met the eye.

As he went round the cabin, it would have been easy for him to try to see into the window of the room where the young lady was getting changed, but he thought better of it.
Although he knew the had the body of a grown man, he ruminated upon the fact that he still seemed to have a little of the immature child in himself too, which he resolutely determined to quash.

Checking upon the deer, he saw that it was now ready to be skinned and taking a knife from the holder in the shed wall, he set to his task.