I drove all night, finally coming to a sign that read Chalmette Louisiana. I had no idea where I was. I only knew I was hungry, and I had to piss like a racehorse.

I came up on a young woman, obviously broke down, with her ass sticking out from under the hood of a dark blue chevy truck. There was a boat hitched to the back of it. A damn nice one. I pulled off the road to see if I could be of some assistance to her.

"Mornin" I walked up to the woman and smiled, "need any help."

"No." she spat, "I am just fine." she walked to the driver side and climbed behind the wheel. She turned the key and cussed when nothing happened. I fiddled with a wire or two, picked up the tool that she'd left laying on the inside of the truck and tapped the spark plug, "Try it now."

She turned the key and the engine fired. I shut the hood and walked to the window, handing her the tool.

"Thanks." she pulled her hair into a pony tail and popped an LSU ball cap onto her head. "I have lines to check."

"What lines?"

"I am an alligator hunter." She stuck her hand out, "my names Johnnie."

"Johnnie.." I shook her hand, "Unusual name."

"I was named after my daddy, John Marshall Lafontaine." she gave me a look.

"Oh, well, mind if I tag along?"

She shrugged and put the truck in drive, "Guess not" She pointed ahead of her, "landing's right down the street, just follow me."

We got the boat in the water, and Johnnie steered the boat to the first line. I watched in amazement as she hoisted a ten foot alligator out of the water, and then placed a single shot, right in the kill spot of its head. She grunted once as she heaved it from the water and tossed it into the boat. She clipped a tag in it and cranked the boat.

Four hours later, I was hot, and hungry. She had at least ten gators, maybe more, in the boat already. She steered the boat to the last line and cussed.

"What's wrong?"

"Bastard's on land." She grabbed the rifle and crawled out of the boat. Should I follow her? I remembered the way I was raised, and climbed out behind her. We walked for a while and I finally spotted the huge gator laying in a clearing.

"Damn, I cant get a clean shot." she thought for a second, before asking me to give her a boost. She climbed up into a tree and I handed her the rifle, with my hand on her fine tight ass the entire time. She raised the rifle and popped the gator with one shot. Not only was this woman hot as hell, she was bad ass.

"That's it" she snapped the tag into the gators tail. "I am done."

She looked up at me and smiled. She was no beauty queen, I had slept with women a lot prettier than she was, but there was just something about her, a sex appeal, something, that I found damn attractive.

"You want to go grab a beer?"

"Sure."

We pulled up to a watering hole, that looked a tad rough. I will admit, I have been in plenty of bar fights, but some of the burly looking biker dudes coming in and out of this place looked downright scary. Johnnie put her hand on her hip, and then walked over, tapping on my window, "You coming?"

An older man, with a gray beard and rotting teeth picked her up in a bear hug as soon as we walked in the door. She pecked his cheek and asked the bartender for two bud lights. I slid onto one of the stools and listened while Johnnie talked to a fellow fisherman.

"So, you don't mind helping me?"

"Not at all Joe, you were my daddy's dearest friend."

I learned that Johnnie had tagged out and the man sitting next to her needed her help to fill his own tags. I was lost in another world of sorts when the sound of her voice shook me to reality.

"You gonna answer me or not?"

"What, sorry, I didn't hear you."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Well," she tossed some cash onto the bar, "Come on, lets go to the house and I will fix us something."

We turned onto a small two lane road. Johnnie stopped in front of a huge doublewide mobile home. I had known several people that had lived in these, but never seen one quite this nice. It looked like a house on the inside.

"Let me take a quick shower and change, and I will get us some supper started."

I sat down and flipped through a photo album laying on the table. In a few minutes, she returned and walked into the kitchen.

"Hope you like fried gator."

"Never ate it before."

Johnnie sat a platter of steaming gator in front of me. There was a bowl of something that I later learned was cheese grits, and she had made a blueberry cobbler for dessert.

I sat in the corner, staring at her. She had a nice body. Nice wide ass. I sipped my beer and watched her walk across the room.

"So," She sat down in the corner, "What would you like to do now?"

"Give you three guesses."

"I don't have sex with men I don't know."

I walked over and pulled her to her feet. "You do know me," I kissed her neck, "We met this afternoon, name's Richard remember?"

I slid her pants down and snaked my hand down her leg. She was making no attempt to stop me, so I kept going until I reached her woman hood, which to my shock, was soaking wet.

"Well." I licked her juices from my fingers, "Looks like someone is horny."

"Yeah, "She lifted her arms for me to pull her shirt off, "sexy dudes do that to me."

I found her accent cute, and sexy. I laid her on the couch and wasted no time at all, shoving my cock into her.

I fucked her for a good fifteen minutes or more before I withdrew and turned her over, shoving my cock into her from behind.

"Damn you have got a nice ass." I rubbed her left cheek before gently smacking it.

"I am gonna cum" she hissed. "God damn your cock is huge."

I started pumping faster and she let out a yell so loud I feared the neighbors would call the cops.

"Can you stay the night?"

I pulled my shirt on, "Wish I could."

I climbed into the truck and headed for Panama City.