0 comments/ 22966 views/ 6 favorites My Cowboy By: ChriH6 As soon as I stepped through the entrance, I made a beeline for the ladies room. I had been in and out of the heat all day, trying to find a house for a couple that had no idea what they wanted... or even if they wanted... and I desperately needed a little time to freshen up... try to mask the odor (smell) of perspiration (sweat) emanating from my body. My deodorant had broken down hours ago. I dabbed a little perfume in strategic places, vainly attempted to smooth the wrinkles out of my skirt, checked for runs, ran a brush through my hair, put on a little lipstick, took a deep breath and headed out to the gallery. I probably looked and smelled like a French whore who had been turning tricks every 30 minutes for the last twelve hours but it couldn’t be helped. I wasn’t dressed quite properly for this kind of affair, but I didn’t have time to go home and change. I had made a commitment to attend this exhibit over a month ago and it would be easier to put in even a token appearance than have to answer questions concerning my absence. Just as I had taken the first sip of champagne, snatched from a roving waiter, I heard, "Hey, Mutt." I turned and saw my best friend Agnes, alone in a corner, motioning me over. "Hi, Jeff," I said as I approached. We had been best friends from the first grade, 24 years ago. In high school we were tagged with the nicknames, Mutt and Jeff, due to the difference in our heights. Agnes is barely 5’5" and I am 5’10". An odd pairing, I’ll admit, but we were virtually inseparable until we each married. Agnes was still happily married with 2 kids and in the eighth month of pregnancy again while my short venture into the much less than blissful state of matrimony had ended more than 8 years before. "Oh, Lorna, I am so glad you could make it." "Well, I did promise, but I would rather be soaking in my bathtub sucking on a cold beer right now... or something else." "Aw, the sacrifices we have to make for the advancement of the arts," She said with a wink, "The real reason I am so glad you are here is there is someone I want you to meet." "Agnes! Please don’t tell me you are matchmaking again. You know it is a waste of everybody’s time and energy". "Your love life needs all the help it can get, but this is the last time, I promise." "My love life is exactly the way I want it... nonexistent, and if my memory serves me right, you made the same promise after that clown from Dallas." "How was I supposed to know he was looking for a mother. Everyone’s entitled to an occasional mistake." "But yours aren’t occasional... they’re continuous." "Come on, I‘ve got the real thing for you this time. " She said as she grabbed me by the arm and herded me into another room. Across the room I immediately noticed a tall, deeply tanned man in conversation with Agnes’ husband. He was dressed in gray slacks, open necked knit shirt, blue blazer and expensive appearing cowboy boots. "Probably a drug store cowboy" I thought. It was easy to see the wide shoulders, broad chest, narrow hips and long legs. He had a broad face with a wide mouth, high, prominent cheekbones and a nose that appeared to have been broken, at least once. He was not at all handsome but very masculine... masculine enough to cause my heart rate to increase a little. Stopping Agnes, I whispered, "Is that your latest discovery talking to Gary?" "Yes, it is," She replied with a mischievous grin. "He’d better not be some Neanderthal just in from the sticks." "What do you care if he is or not. Don’t you see the bulge in his left trouser leg?" "No," I lied. It was hard for me to keep my eyes off of it, "And that’s the last thing you should be looking at considering your present, and all too frequent, condition." "Well, a girl can dream can’t she. I’ll bet you a hundred dollars that that thing between his legs is bigger than your pet dildo," She giggled. "You can save your money. I’m not the least bit interested in finding out," Lying for the second time. I grabbed another glass of liquid courage and followed Agnes. As we approached, I forced my eyes to his face, still thinking the object that was creating a sensation in my body that I had never felt before. It took me a couple of seconds to recognize what it was... lust. Oh, I had experienced lust before, but not the pure unadulterated animal lust that was currently captivating my mind and body. Occasionally, I would run across a man who could lift his eyes above my breasts while conversing that I found interesting enough to take to my bed, a total of 4 in the last 8 years, the last one over a year before. But none of them had come anywhere close to creating the current stirring in my loins. "Lorna, I would like you to meet John Taylor. John, this is my best friend in the whole wide world, Lorna Dunne." As his giant work roughened hand swallowed mine, I looked up and was mesmerized by the deepest, darkest, sexiest eyes I had ever seen. Even in three inch heels, he was a at least 5" taller than me. His height combined with his size actually made me feel petite. "Glad to meet you. Lorna Dunne... that’s an unusual name," He said with a slightly crooked smile. "Yes," I replied as I broke eye contact long enough to inhale the glass of champagne and grab another one from the waiter. Every nerve in my body was in full alarm "My father loves cookies and has a warped sense of humor. " "I’m a cookie lover myself," He replied with a widening grin, the innuendo obvious. "I’m sure Agnes has told you my life’s story," I said, glancing quickly in her direction, "She has been trying to fix me up with men of various types over the last eight years and since I knew nothing of your existence until a couple of minutes ago, I would like to know up front which type best describes you... closet homosexual, mama’s boy, God’s gift to women, married or in search of a meal ticket?" "Well," John replied laughing, "I’m afraid I’m not as exotic as any you have mentioned. I’m just a poor cowboy with a ranch that the bank lets me call my own and a few head of scrawny cattle." "My God, I am in trouble," I thought, "Even his laugh is sexy. " "Lorna, he’s fibbing. John just bought the Crandall ranch out west of Weatherford and is starting up a registered Angus operation," Agnes declared. "Well, John, that makes us almost neighbors," I said, remembering that the Crandall place was over a thousand acres, "My father owns the adjoining spread. " "Good, next time you are visiting your father, maybe we can do some riding." "I‘ll give that some thought, John," I replied, trying desperately not to telegraph the kind of riding I would really like to do, "Are you an art lover?" "Not really," He replied looking me directly in the eyes with that crooked grin again, "But I do appreciate real beauty when I see it." He actually made me blush for the first time in years and made me a little more uncomfortable. When I looked down in order to break eye contact, I noticed that my jacket had slipped a little, showing the effect my left nipple was having on my blouse. As I, as casually as possible, adjusted my jacket, wishing I had put on a bra that morning, I "accidentally" noticed that the bulge in his slacks was more prominent than before. That called for another glass of bubbly... anything to cool the desire that was beginning to take complete control of me. "Since I’m new in the area, I thought that this would be a good opportunity to meet some of the local folks." Noticing that Agnes and Gary had disappeared, deliberately of course, leaving me to play hostess, I said, with a mixture of apprehension and delight. "Let’s mingle and I will introduce you around." I knew that the more time I spent with this man, the chances of doing something foolish increased... but at the same time the idea sounded wickedly delicious. As I guided him around, introducing him to the people I knew, his hand was in constant contact with either my arm or the small of back, with an occasional, all too brief, move down to where I actually wanted it to be. He was making me so hot that for the first time in my life I wished I were wearing panty hose. I just knew that liquid verification of my horniness was running down my leg. Occasionally he would whisper some comment in my ear, his warm breath making my knees weaken. It took all my will power to maintain a discrete distance from his side when what I really wanted to do was get as close to him as I could and touch him... feel him... fuck him. Ever since I had started to outgrow the other girls my age, and a lot of the boys, I had done everything I could , spending tons of money I the process, to look and act feminine, but had never felt that way. It is hard to do when you are always the largest heifer in the herd, but being next to John was making me feel feminine for the first time in my life. After mingling for about an hour, I was more than ready to leave. I was having a little trouble with articulation and walking... plus my panties felt like I had wet myself. It wasn’t the champagne as much as it was the intense craving to get naked with this man and do wonderfully wicked things. Agnes, appearing from nowhere, said, "Lorna, I think you’ve had too much to drink. In fact, you exceeded your limit 30 minutes ago. Maybe John would be willing to drive you home." That idea frightened... and thrilled me at the same time. "Don’t worry about me, I’m alright. I’m just tired and I am perfectly capable of driving myself home. Besides, I need my car tomorrow. " Hoping my excuse didn’t sound as lame as it was. "I’m not worried about you. It’s the innocent citizens of Fort Worth I’m concerned about. We can deal with your car in the morning. Just be a good girl and let John drive you." "I’ll be more than happy to drive you. I’m a little tired of all this socializing anyway. " John volunteered. "He is probably anxious to get into my panties," I thought... and hoped. I knew Agnes was trying to set me up, and doing a damn good job of it but I was really too intoxicated to defend myself... and really had no desire to. Agnes kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "Have fun." I whispered back, "I’ll get you for this. The only thing that will save your life is your unborn child." "Oh sure. You’ll be thanking me tomorrow. ... Call you in the morning." John guided me to his car and opened the door for me like a gentleman. As I entered the car I missed his warm touch. When he got into the drivers side he had taken off his jacket. His arms were just like the rest of him... large. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have them wrapped around me. For self protection, I somehow managed to keep my eyes straight ahead while I gave him directions to my house and repeating in my head all the things my mama had told me about strangers with large bulges in their pants... or was it candy?. When we pulled into the driveway, I didn’t know what to do. My body was screaming for me to invite him in, but my mind was telling me get away from him as quick I could. When he came around to open my door he asked. "Are you going to invite me in for a cup of coffee, I still have a long way to drive." "Well, I guess so. But just for coffee... no funny stuff." "Lorna dear, I am the most serious man in the world." I shed my jacket and shoes as I went toward the kitchen as fast as I could. I wanted to get him out of my house before the devil had his way. Somehow I managed to get the coffee started in spite of my trembling hands. "It’ll be just a few minutes," I said as I turned and saw John standing less than 2 feet in front of me. I was totally paralyzed as he moved closer, his hands coming up to gently frame my face and lift it to his. His gaze was warm as his big, calloused hands caressed my face. Time stood still as his lips came slowly within a whisper of mine. "Come closer," He said.. "No John," I replied with a trembling voice, as my legs, in defiance of good judgment, moved so close that my body could feel the heat and strength of him. His cologne drifted into my nostrils as I felt his chest quite suddenly against the thrust of my breasts. Contact with him was violently arousing, even through the layers of cloth. I put my hands against his chest, willing them to push me away, but the feel of his hard muscles beneath his shirt quickly negated the small amount of willpower I had left. I could see nothing except his mouth as it poised just over mine, his hot, wine scented breath mingling with my own. "Would you like to kiss me, Lorna?" He asked. "No... I... ," I breathed, the words getting lost in his parted mouth as his lips took custody of mine. I tasted his lips in the eerie silence of the house, my body tensing, my heart pounding in my ears, my breath stilling in my throat as I almost fainted from the shock of pleasure their warm, expert touch gave me. When he pulled back, his was breathing roughly. I could feel his heart beat, irregular and very hard against my breasts. "Please, John, we shouldn’t be doing this," I whispered as my body, acting on it’s own, moved even closer. "Yes, I know we shouldn’t," He replied, as his arms slid around me, flattening my breasts against him and pressing his hard cock against my belly, kissing me harder this time, fueling the fire that was already close to consuming me. My arms slid under his, my hands stroking his muscled back, jerking his shirt out of his pants, desperate to caress his naked flesh, responding to his lips with my own passion. He was so warm and the feel of his body was hypnotic. I fed on his mouth, moaned hoarsely as his lips became more insistent. I opened my mouth wider and felt his tongue accept the unashamed invitation. I shuddered as my body suddenly felt like it had turned to molten lava. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as his tongue thrust fiercely into my mouth. With a harsh groan he lifted me against him building the kiss into a frenzy that nearly consumed both of us in a blaze of passion. Ages later he let me down, slowly lifting his head to gaze at my swollen lips, my whole body trembling. Slowly he ran his hands down my side, pulled my skirt to my waist and lifted my 165 lbs onto the counter with no more effort than required for a small child Then he pulled his shirt off, exposing his smooth, muscled, beautiful chest. "Is this what you wanted, Lorna?" Breathlessly, running my hands from his broad shoulders to his flat hard stomach, I said, "You promised no funny stuff, Mr. Taylor." Caressing my breasts, as he kissed me on my neck, ears, cheeks and lips, he breathed, "This... is... very... serious. You... are the... sexiest... ... most... beautiful... women... I... have... ever... met." Those words, which I had heard before but seemed so magic coming from the lips of this man, erased every lesson I had ever received from my mother concerning sins of the flesh All I could do was struggle for air as he opened my blouse and push it aside. Rough hands, nearly as large as the "C" cups that normally held them, lifted each one with his thumbs barely touching my nipples. The pleasure was so intense that I wanted to scream. Then he lowered his head to kiss across the tops, "They... are... perfect... just... perfect." "Please... pl... ease... kiss them... please... Suck them," I whimpered. The sensation of his lips on my breasts, kissing, sucking, nibbling, biting, was so intense that I dug into his shoulders with my nails and wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning, "I want you!... I want you now!... I want you to fuck me!!!... Fuck me now!!!" Without taking his mouth from my breast, he lifted me off the counter and somehow navigated our way to the living room. There he slowly dropped to his knees, lay me on the floor and raised to his knees to begin undressing. Jerking off my panties, spreading my legs and throwing my pelvis off the floor, I begged. "Hurry!... please hurry!." He got his pants to his knees, lowering himself over me so fast that I only got a glimpse of the object that was about to satiate my intense hunger. His cock had barely entered before I heaved my hips up, impaled myself on his cock, wrap my legs around his hips and began thrusting against him. I was so close to climaxing already that it only took a few thrusts before the release my body had been craving for hours... days... years... was satisfied by an intense orgasm that spread from my quivering pelvis in both directions, consuming my entire body. When the orgasm finally subsided, I just lay there, my mind clear of everything except the warm, liquid feel of contentment until I felt something warm and hard moving in my pussy. "Did you enjoy that?" Oh, my God, I was so wrapped up in myself that I had forgotten all about John. Opening my eyes I could see that lopsided grin and smiling eyes as I felt him move his cock slowly in and out of my cunt, creating very pleasing sensations and a hunger for more. "Yes... I did," I whispered, as my heart rate increased. "Want more?" "Oh, yes," I managed to moan as breathing was beginning to be a problem again, "Yes!... Yes!... Yes!" as he began to increase speed. The pleasure intensified, I wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his back, pulling our bodies together, my tits smashed against his chest, matching his every thrust, breathing in his ear, "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... faster!... Harder!... Deeper!... Cum in me," not the least bit concerned that I had turned into a slut in the last hour. As my shameless needs neared the point of satisfaction, I lost all manner of speech. Feeling his cock began to swell, I bit into his shoulder in a vain attempt to prolong the joyous feeling of being really fucked for the first time in my life. Even when I heard him moan loudly and felt him explode in me, I held on for a couple of seconds before letting the flood gates open and experiencing an even better orgasm than the first one. As he rolled on his side, pulling me with him, I swung my leg over his, holding his now flaccid cock in my cunt, the after smell of sex and sweat caressing my nostrils, reminding my self that I owed Agnes a hundred dollars and a big thank you. John, caressing my hair, whispered, "I knew the minute I saw you that you would be great at making love." "Is that what we were doing? I thought we were fucking." "Well, I guess we were at that. This is making love," He replied as his cock begin to swell and he began to slowly move it inside me. He moved his hand to my ass to pull me to him when he would thrust into me while I tried the clean the sweat off his chest with my lips. We must have fucked like that for a half an hour as we slowly reached soothing climaxes at nearly the same time. I was so relaxed by then that all I wanted to do was fall asleep in his arms, not caring my skirt was shoved up around waist and my blouse up near my shoulder blades. Finally recovering a little strength, I raised my head, kissed him and asked, "Hey cowboy, I do like the way you make love too. Do you want to take off your boots and spend the night?" "Only if you promise to respect me in the morning." "I promise... provided you fuck me again... and again... and again." He stayed the next two days and I respected him too many times to count. I respected him so much that we got married a week later. There was no way I was going to let this stud loose among all the mares in heat roaming around. My Cowboy For a while in college, University of Alabama, I had a relationship with a boy I had come to know who was from Wyoming. He was almost out of place down there in Alabama. He was a country boy yes, but not a southern one. He was a cowboy, a rodeo guy who had done quite well on rodeo circuits around the country and even in Canada. His father had a huge ranch somewhere up there and he had grown up on horses, chasing cows, learning to rope and ride almost before he could read and write. He was tall, lean, and handsome in a rough sort of way. Always wore jeans, plaid shirt, boots, and his old beat up cowboy hat. No matter where he went. He had a kinda beat up older pickup truck, but it ran well. He knew how to work on it. He was not in any fraternity, probably had never been asked to pledge. I met him at a pep ralley before a football game. He stood out in the crowd with that hat. He seemed to be basically alone. We spoke. I liked his sort of slow drawl when he talked, his totally unassuming demeanor, and his friendly though piercing blue eyes. After the rally I asked him if he’d like to go get a hamburger or something. He said no, he had to go study. But if you give me a phone number I will call you. I gave him mine. We said goodnight. I didn’t sleep well that night thinking about him. I got no call. But did see him on campus a week or so later, so went to him and asked him if he remembered me and the pep rally. He was a bit surprised but just casually looked at me and said yes, and that he had known he was supposed to call me, but had not because he felt I was someone he should not pursue. Why, I said. Because you are so well known here on campus and kind of a big person on campus. I said bullshit! Call me! And I walked away, since I had a class in 10 minutes. He did call the next day, but I was not in. A girlfriend took a message. Luckily she got His phone number. So I called him back. Got him. We said hi, chatted, and agreed to meet that evening. Did. He took me in his old truck to a country/western lounge he knew about where we could get food, listen to country music, dance, whatever. We had a Great time! Went over both our histories, families, interests, etc. Even danced the Texas Two Step, though he had to kinda guide me through that. Then he took me home, walked me to the door but did not try to kiss me. Just said he’d had a good time, thanks, and he’d call me. Shit! I’d had the time of my life, was by now hornier than a horned toad, and he is saying goodnight! I knew my roomate was not there that night so he and I would have been alone. But I just squeezed his hands, smiled my best smile, and said goodnight. We began seeing each other. I had to lead him every step of the way! But finally we were alone in my place. By this time I knew he wanted me, but shyness, upbringing, or something held him back. So, in true Rodeo fashion I took the bull by the horns. I won’t go into a blow by blow account of that night but it was beautiful! We did make love, but again I had to lead him. Once I did, however, he must have gotten the message because he was Awesome! He was pretty well endowed I guess, but the main thing was that he didn't’ stop when he came the first time. Just kept going. I was able to cum three or four times before he lay back after his second one and said something like “Give me a minute or two”. So we talked, him still inside me. Then he mounted me again and went at me like it was the first time! I came a couple more times! He finished, not as strongly as at first, but well. Then rolled off me and surprisingly said “Thank you, Sharon”. God! Thank me? It was me who should be thanking him! But I just pulled him close and kissed him, saying nothing. He left in the wee hours, but from that time on, for the rest of that year, we were together. I had to talk him into oral sex, gently, but once he learned what was in it for us both he was enthusiastic. He was very good on me and I know I was good on him! Then he transferred to Colorado where he was offered a rodeo scholarship or something. I never saw him again, though we did keep in contact for awhile. Anyway, he was my Cowboy. My Cowboy I think he barely noticed me, or he just didn't want to take the time to notice me standing in the doorway. I knew that he could see me though because my body was casting a shadow in the barn as the sun peeked around me through the open barn doors. I was beginning to wonder if he was going to even acknowledge my presence, so I stepped out of the doorway just slightly so he would be able to see me more clearly. Now whether it was my imagination or not, I think his eyes widened just slightly when he realized that I was not one of the hands that worked on the ranch. My aunt and uncle told me that there was a "sweet young boy" who sometimes visited his grandmother at the neighboring ranch and suggested that I go and "visit" for a bit today. Now knowing my aunt as well as I do, I knew she had more up her sleeve than my just visiting this boy to go riding today. And after meeting his grandmother earlier, I was beginning to think that they had this whole thing set up before I ever arrived in the great but scorching state of Texas. His grandmother had met me at the door, almost as if she knew I would be visiting today. She was a sweet woman, but there was something else about her that I couldn't quite figure out. It almost seemed as though there was a slight twinkle in her eyes when she sent me on down to the barn claiming that her grandson, Jason, would be waiting. I was somewhat taken aback by the man standing up in the hay loft straining to see me around the rays of sun beating on his face. Jason had somehow lost his shirt during the course of the day, I suppose because of the work and the heat in the barn; unfortunately, I was having a bit of a hard time seeing him completely as he was higher up and the sun was still very bright. Maybe I can make this a little easier, I thought. "Hey, your name Jason?" The question came out a little shaky, and I just prayed that he didn't notice the nervousness in my voice. "Yea, and who are you?" he asked almost hesitantly. This is just great, I thought. He's already irritated from being interrupted from his work. Like someone should be mad about having to stop working in a barn that is about two hundred degrees too hot, I thought almost sarcastically. "You're grandmother said you'd help me saddle up a horse so I can go riding," I said slowly, wishing that he would just hurry up and get this over with. Although I enjoy meeting new people, I hate feeling like I'm bothering them when I know they are in the middle of something more important. Fortunately for me he dropped the fork and slid down the rope hanging down from the loft. His back being to me on his way down, I could see that everything about his body was exactly as it should be. He was extremely toned and looked like he either worked out quite often or put in way too many hours forking hay up in that steamy loft. After he reached the floor, he turned and just looked at me for what seemed like an eternity. Obviously he wasn't going to break the silence so I said, "I'm Sarah. I'm visiting my aunt and uncle on the next ranch. They don't have any horses worth riding, so they sent me over to ask if I could ride one of yours. I met your grandmother at the house, and she sent me here. You don't mind giving me a hand do you?" I could tell this might be a little harder than I thought to get this guy to help me out, so I just tilted my head a little and gave him one of those flirty little looks that I've been told I'm so good at. Luckily it seemed to work as he started to take a little step toward me. "Yea, no problem. Just give me a minute and I'll saddle up one of the horses for you," he said with a shrug. If he had stepped any closer to me I probably could have licked his nose, but I definitely felt that slight little touch as his bare arm brushed up against my breasts. Although it was hot as hell in that barn, I could feel my nipples harden from that little brush of his body on mine. Walking over to the trough that ran along the wall, he quickly stooped over and turned the water on. Now that he was much closer to me than up in that loft, I could see how gorgeous this guy actually was. Little drops of sweat were rolling down his bare back, and it struck me that he was actually very sexy. My irritation at my aunt and uncle for sending me over to this ranch was slowly dissipating as I watched him pour water over his head. Now why was I just standing there staring? It's not like I hadn't seen a dripping wet guy before. Then again, I was wondering what it would feel like to be one drop of water running down his chest and over that flat, tan stomach. Just as I was thinking where that drop of water would end of up, he blew water all over my face and chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there," he said almost seeming embarrassed. From the look on his face, I knew that he really didn't mean to make my shirt so wet. "No sweat, honest mistake," I said as I tried to rub a little of the wetness from my chest. "Do you always work without a shirt on?" As soon as the question was out of my mouth, I knew how stupid it must have sounded. Of course any man in his right mind would work without a shirt on while forking hay in that inferno of a barn. "Not always," he responded, "but in the barn the heat tends to get to you after a while, so you try to minimize as much as you can so you don't pass out." "How long have you been in here," I asked trying to take his mind off of my idiotic question. "About an hour. I was just fixin' to take a break and move some hay to the stalls when you came in," he said. I almost started to giggle at that thick accent of his, but something else caught my attention. Either it was my imagination or just a mirage from the Texas heat, but I honestly thought that I caught him staring at my chest. Well, I guess I couldn't blame him even if he was because for some reason the hardness my nipples developed from his touch earlier had not quite disappeared yet, and I guess the cold water that he blew on me didn't help much either. "Well, I'm glad I didn't interrupt you. I really appreciate your help. I haven't ridden in years, and your grandmother said you had a horse that would be just right for me. I love to go riding late in the day before the sunset arrives; it's really pretty out that time of day," I said while trying to sound as sweet as possible. For some reason I still had a feeling that this guy could be a little hard headed and that a little flirting might help me out with him. Maybe, though, I shouldn't have mentioned that I hadn't ridden in years. He probably thought that I was completely clueless about horses as it was. I followed him as he walked over to the stall and grabbed a blanket, bridle, and saddle before moving over to a light brown horse who he called Sugar. Still following close behind him, I watched as he placed the bridle in her mouth. I stepped toward the back of the stall and somewhat behind the horse. "You really should move away from there. It might not be too safe to stand behind her," he said almost sternly. "You aren't giving me horse to ride that isn't safe are you." I asked innocently. "No, it's just that I don't want anything unexpected to happen and you get kicked and me be responsible for it. Sugar is very rider friendly, and you won't have any problems at all," he said with a slight grin. Obviously he was very familiar with this horse because he slowly ran one hand down her neck as he mentioned her name. "Well, it's good to know you aren't trying to set me up to get thrown. I'd hate to have to walk all the way back in if the horse threw me or even worse, get hurt." "I told you she's very gentle and rider friendly, but it's always smart to take precautions," he said as he began to place the saddle up on her back. I walked back over and stood behind him, and a mental picture hit me as I thought about the water that had been running down his chest earlier. Glancing up at him, I watched intently as he expertly buckled the saddle into place. I could see the muscles move in his arms and back as he worked, and an overwhelming sensation in the pit of my stomach began to take over. I wanted so badly to reach out and let those muscles move under the tips of my fingers. A little tremor shot through my stomach, and I could barely contain my feelings for this man that I didn't even know. Seeing a little bead of sweat roll down his back ended my torment and was suddenly the sign I needed to reach out and stop that little drop from reaching his lower back. Slowly but deliberately I put my hands low on his sides, just above his jeans. I must have startled him though because he jumped just slightly and turned around to face me. I was almost shocked by the intenseness I could see in his dark brown eyes. Again my imagination was running wild, and I thought that deep in those eyes I could see that he wanted me to touch him as badly as I had wanted to. I felt that little spark run through my belly again as the silence grew thick between us. "You know, I really like the smell of a barn. The smell of the horses mixed with the strong smell of the hay makes me feel kind of funny. It's rather sexy actually," I said slowly and as seductively as I could muster. I am not normally very forward, especially around men that I don't know. Something, though, about this man was making me say what I usually hid deep in the back of my mind. I was just letting my fingertips slide up and over his stomach and chest when he looked at me too seriously and said, "You know, I'm not sure who you are or if I'm just dreaming all of this, but if I'm dreaming I don't want to wake up." Honey, I thought, you sure aren't going to wake up from anything because there is no way that I'm going to let you fall asleep today, or tonight for that matter. At that very moment, I felt him place his hands at my sides and felt him begin to bend slightly in order to kiss me. Kiss me, wow. This man, this lovely, gorgeous man was actually going to kiss me. Suddenly, and without hesitation, I felt his lips press against my own. I could taste the salt from the sweat that had been running down his face earlier. That salt though was the sweetest I had ever tasted as he deliberately let his tongue slide slowly through my slightly parted lips. I just could not take my hands off of his chest, and I could feel his nipples harden from my touch as my own had earlier from the accidental brush of his arm. All of a sudden I felt my body being pushed slowly backward through the stall doors. A sinking sensation took the place of the excitement in my body as I felt his lips leave mine in order to shut the stall door. But then, he took my hand and led me over to a large pile of hay. As he led me over, I silently prayed that this moment in time might continue to last for the rest of my life. The sensations running through me and the feel of his lips on my own were too wonderful to be ignored and lost like a single needle in the pile of hay. Jason grabbed a blanket and settled it into place on the hay. Again, he took my hand and led me over closer to the blanket. He was looking at me, almost as though he could see deep into my soul; somehow knowing what I needed, he leaned over and began to kiss me with an intensity that was even greater than what had taken place in the stall. He lips, his tongue, his touch were all sending wave after wave of chills and tremors over my body and I couldn't help but let my hands roam again over his chest and around to his back. His muscles felt so tense under my touch, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was from his work earlier or from the electricity that seemed to be running from the tips of my fingers into his body and back again. At that very moment, something took over and I became a person that I rarely let anyone know. I took both of my hands, placed them firmly on his chest and pushed. He fell back onto the blanket and sunk a little down into the hay. Though I constantly worry and fret about how I look, for some reason I wanted him to see me. I wanted his eyes to digest every part of me. Although I could feel the anticipation building in my own body, I deliberately took my time in removing my shirt and bra. I could see that his eyes, along with some other parts of his body, were drinking in every inch of skin that I revealed. It's funny though how guys feel the need to be involved in everything. He started to stand, encouraging his own involvement in my undressing, but I motioned for him to stay where he was on the blanket. His legs were between my own and I saw his eyes follow my hands to the button on my shorts. Slowly, I began to unzip them. It seemed that the more clothing I removed the tighter his pants became. I was so glad at that moment that I had worn some cute little panties that my sis had gotten me for Christmas, and I could tell by the expression on his face that he was glad too. Standing there nearly naked in front of this stranger, I had to think hard about what I wanted to do next. I slowly moved toward him, and because he was now sitting up on the blanket, his mouth just reached the base of my belly. He kissed me then, looked up at me almost questioningly, then kissed me again. The roof of the barn was so high up, but I couldn't help but tip my head back and look up as I felt his fingers brush against my thighs. He quickly, forcefully put his hands on my hips and pulled my body even closer to his mouth. Somewhere between his pulling me closer to him and the whisper of his breath on my thighs, he pulled my panties down and off. Hotter than the inferno we seemed to be immersed in, I felt his tongue touch me then. The same tongue that had only moments earlier touched the lips on my face were now touching and searching the lips between my thighs. The feeling was too much. I couldn't help but put my hands on the top of his head and let his hair slide between my fingers. My clit became the focus of his endeavors and he almost attacked it with a force that made by body clinch hard and wish that that wonderful warm mouth might stay in place for hours. His attack didn't end, and the tremors running through my body only intensified as I felt his tongue move over my lips and clit. Then, when I thought it could never be better than that very moment, I felt a finger push itself deep into the depths of my wet body. I could barely contain myself and my body seemed to be wanting exactly what he seemed to want to give me. Through his hand and mouth, he seemed to be giving me more than what I had expected, and I could feel my stomach begin to tighten and begin to prepare itself for what I knew would be a wonderfully hard orgasm. I couldn't stop myself, and I almost screamed at him and pleaded for him to make me cum. Then I felt it; that long, wonderful moment of what felt like a gush of warmth that started in the pit of my stomach and ended with my knees almost buckling beneath me. The muscles in my legs tightened and became very stiff, though I felt like falling straight over into the hay beside of him. Suddenly I felt his hands move up my body and grasp both of my nipples between his now wet fingers. When I finally had control of my body again, I looked down only to see a brown-eyed boy smiling sheepishly up at me from between my thighs. I ran my hands through is hair slowly and said, "You know cowboy, we should really do something about that bulge in your jeans." I took his hands in my own then and helped him to stand. I could barely help myself as I quickly leaned in and ran my tongue across his lips and let his tongue touch my own. Though I loved the taste of the salty sweetness on his lips earlier, I loved even more knowing that the taste on his lips now was me. (TO BE CONTINUED) haha! My Cowboy, My Heart Man this sucked! I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Farmington, TX. That's the last sign that I had passed. This was the town that my Uncle was supposed to own a ranch in. According to my directions I had another thirty miles to go... and now my old truck had finally given up on me. I cussed myself for not taking mom up on her offer of bringing her new Lexus for the trip. But how would it look if I showed up on a ranch in a Lexus? It was raining. No, scratch that, it was pouring. Thick drops of rain pounded my windshield unmercifully. I sighed and looked around. It was dusk; the sun was slowly slipping down out of sight. Bluebonnets were being ruthlessly slammed around by the gusty wind. Why did my old truck have to break down in the middle of what seemed like a hurricane? I turned to the passenger seat of my truck and reached for a hooded sweatshirt in my bag. I tugged it over my head and then pulled the hood up. I had to figure out what was wrong with this piece of junk. Luckily, thanks to my step-dad, I knew a little about engines. I looked down at my legs, the short denim shorts I had on weren't going to be much protection against the storm but they would have to do. Just then lightning flashed and thunder cracked above me, scaring me half to death. Good grief, this was bad. I hurriedly jumped out of my truck and pushed up the hood. I immediately saw what was wrong... one of the belts was broken and dangling. I had no idea which one it was, but I knew I wouldn't be going anywhere soon. I wasn't a girly girl, so I had no panty hose with me to make a makeshift belt, if that even really worked! I darted back into the truck and slammed the door, rain dripping off of my nose and hair, soaking the interior. I growled in frustration and reached for my phone. No service. Great, wasn't this just the perfect scenario for a horror movie? I lay my head against the headrest and thought hard. What could I do? There was no way I'd be able to walk thirty miles by dark, and I was NOT walking alone in the dark in this storm at night. I resigned myself to waiting out the storm, and night, if need be. I saw headlights approaching from behind me about an hour later. Relieved I immediately hit the four-way flashers on my truck hoping the person would stop and help me. But I wasn't a complete fool; I knew what could happen to a nineteen year old woman alone at night. I grabbed the pocket knife I kept in my glove box and slid it into my sweatshirt's pocket. Thankfully the truck pulled over and I saw a large figure emerge from the door. No, not large, massive. He had to be 6'5, 200 lbs, and I say he, because there is no WAY a woman is that big. I could make out a cowboy hat pulled low, so the brim was shielding his face as he approached. I rolled my window down halfway as he reached me. I could just barely make out his face from my interior light. From what I could see the man was a hunk. Now I live on a small farm in Maryland, I've seen guys who work outdoors every day. But this... this man was a true and tried cowboy. His features were rugged, too sharp to be considered handsome by most standards, but to me, he was gorgeous. His body, I could tell, was sculpted from hard work. His clothes, soaked from the rain, stuck to him enticingly in all the right places. "Are you alright ma'am?" he asked in a loud voice, to be heard over the pounding rain. It had a southern twang, a Texas drawl, to it. I gave him a sheepish smile and replied, "No, not really. I'm afraid my truck has broken down. I'm trying to get to the Triple M; I think it's about thirty miles ahead." A smile slid across his face as he spoke again, "Well you're in luck, I happen to be the foreman of the Triple M. But you're wrong. The entrance is about sixty miles that way." I was relieved hear that he not only knew where the ranch was, but worked on it, but being cautious, I asked him softly if he could prove he was the foreman. He chuckled softly and pointed to the truck behind us. Sure enough it had the Triple M brand on the side of it. Three M's interlocked in a triangle form. "C'mon, let me grab your stuff and we'll head that way," he said before opening my door and letting me out. I went to grab my stuff and he shook his head pointing to the truck. I got his message. I go to the truck. He grabs my things. Hmm, a gentleman, I like that. I hurriedly ran to his massive truck, and scrambled into the passenger side. I sank into the soft leather seat and watched as he brought my two bags and threw them into the small backseat before clambering in himself. He was soaked, but in the interior light of his truck, I could clearly see that I had been right; he was the most stunning man I'd ever seen. He gave me a devastating grin as he shook the rain off of his hat. "Now, little lady, how'd you manage to get stuck in this torrential downpour?" he asked after he'd dried off with a towel from the backseat and handed me another one to dry off with. I explained to him my relationship with the owner of the Triple M, and how my truck had given out on me. He listened intently as I explained. "Ah, so you're the boss's "little" niece, Erin?" he asked after I was done. His gaze told me he didn't think of me as "little" at all. I nodded, "I was little the last time I saw him I suppose. Of course that was ten years ago," I said with a soft laugh. He chuckled as well, a low rumble that sent shivers down my already chilled skin. He noticed and instantly concerned flipped the heat on. "Look, if you have extra clothes and want to change, I can go around the back of the truck while you do," he said, and then added, "By the way, my name's Seth." I was pleased at his generosity but told him that he did not have to go back in the rain for me; I'd change while he was in the truck if he promised not to stare. He seemed relieved to not have to get back out and agreed. He immediately averted his eyes to the dark landscape as I dug for my clothes and started to change. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tank top to slip into. Just as I had removed my sweatshirt and t-shirt, I noticed a large form just on the other side of the road from my window. I let out a startled scream and Seth immediately spun towards me, and saw what I was terrified of. He laughed out loud, and for a second I totally forgot that I was in just my bra. I figured out the large form was a steer, inside a fence. I was embarrassed but laughed it off with him. After he finished laughing at me, I saw his eyes gaze at my tight stomach and then up to my 36c tits enclosed in only a thin, silk bra. I was mortified to realize how I was dressed and quickly tugged my tank top over my head, and muttered an apology to him. Another low chuckle. "Honey, trust me, I didn't mind one bit," he said with a wink as he pulled the truck back out onto the road. We drove in comfortable silence for about ten minutes before he started asking me questions about my home life. We began chatting and in no time pulled into the lane of the Triple M. We pulled up in front of the massive two story house and he helped me take my stuff in. After being engulfed in hugs and kisses from my uncle, aunt and cousins, I walked over to him again. "Hey Seth, I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out back there," I said as I approached him. He was leaning against the wall, his booted feet crossed at the ankles and his arms crossed across his muscular chest. As I walked up he stood up straight and smiled down at me. He leaned his head down and whispered in my ear, "I'm always glad to help out an amazingly beautiful girl". With that comment he winked and strode out the door, hollering a good night to my family before disappearing out into the rain. The rest of the night passed in a blur as I was welcomed by my family. We ate dinner, played games, and watched TV together before I decided it was time to hit the sack. I was going to go on a ride tomorrow and explore the ranch so I needed my energy. As I walked into my makeshift bedroom I walked over to the window and looked out into the now-clear night. I could make out the lights of the foreman's cabin in the distance and saw a shadow moving about behind the closed curtains. I smiled to myself as I watched him. That night I went to sleep with thought's of Seth on my mind. I dreamt about him as well. Not the innocent kind of dreams that little girls have, but the kind that grown women have of a man they are sexually attracted to. The next morning I awoke with a smile on my face, and quickly jumped in the shower, ready to begin exploring. I dressed in a pair of worn Levi jeans and a button up shirt over a tank top. The button up shirt would protect me from the slight chill of the Texas morning, but I could take it off when that chill turned into blistering heat of the afternoon. I jogged downstairs and was welcomed by the cook of the ranch, who gratefully prepared me a light breakfast and a bagged lunch to take with me. My uncle knew I was an accomplished rider and trusted me to navigate alone around the ranch. I knew how to find my way back when I was done. I grabbed up my bagged lunch and also some sunscreen and headed out to the barn. I cussed as I realized I'd forgotten a hat, necessary to keep my face and head from being sunburned. Just as I was about to head back in and find a hat I felt one land on my head at a tilted angle. I righted it and was happy to realize it fit perfectly. I turned, expecting to see my uncle but was surprised to find Seth smiling down at me. "Can't forget that," he said. He hadn't shaved that morning, leaving a five o'clock shadow that managed to make him look even more handsome in my eyes. I smiled up at him. "I was about to go grab one but this is perfect, thanks again," I said. "Want me to help you find the perfect horse?" he asked casually and I nodded eager to spend as much time as possible with this cowboy. I nodded and followed him through the barn to a stable door with a plaque on it. The plaque simply read "Diego". Inside was a beautiful black stallion. He was prancing around restlessly. His long mane and forelock were groomed nicely and hung like silk around his face. I smiled to myself. The animal was gorgeous. "This is Diego," Seth said. "He's a handful sometimes, but he's trained to perfection and loves to be ridden all day. You're a good rider, your uncle says?" At his question I nodded and smiled at him. I was a good rider and prided myself on the fact. Seth seemed to approve and asked me to follow him to the tack room. I picked out a worn leather saddle, polished to a gleaming brown and lugged it to Diego's stable, Seth protesting behind me, saying he'd gladly carry the heavy piece of equipment. I just laughed and placed it on the saddle rack. I wasn't a girl that did not pull her weight. As I walked into Diego's stall and acquainted myself with him, I saw Seth lug a large saddle into the stall across from me. In it was a beautiful paint gelding named Dallas. I asked Seth if he was getting ready to ride out and was answered with a chuckle and a yes. He then proceeded to tell me that he was coming with me. I was shocked, but thrilled. A whole day with Seth! After we had saddled up and mounted our rides we headed out into the countryside. It was gorgeous. Softly rolling hills covered in green grass and a few trees dotting the horizon. Cattle milled about eating and resting. We chatted about random subjects as we rode. I realized I had a lot in common with this rugged cowboy. After about two hours of riding, I noticed a glistening lake in front of us and gasped softly at its beauty. Seth smiled and said "I hoped you would like it." I was touched that he'd bring me to such a magnificent, romantic place. There were a few trees planted along the shore and fish splashed in the lake. We allowed to horses to wander off and graze as we went down and sat side by side on the shore of the lake. I dipped my toes into the cool water and sighed. It was lovely feeling and I wanted oh-so-bad to dive in. But I didn't have a bathing suit. Seth must have realized this and smiled over at me. "You know, I promise not to look if you wanna jump in, with or without clothes," he added belatedly, blushing softly. I giggled and nodded my head. I quickly stripped and dashed into the cool welcoming water. I yelled out it was ok he could look now. He then stood up and stripped off his shirt and jeans leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. I quickly turned around and then heard those too; hit the ground before he plunged in behind me. I heard him swimming towards me and turned smiling. Just as I spun around he splashed, sending tons of water all in my face. I coughed and sputtered then splashed him back. We ensued in a water fight until we were both exhausted and swam back to shore. I was no longer embarrassed about being naked in front of this cowboy and stepped right out into the warm air. I lay down on the bank and stretched lazily in the sunlight. I heard him slowly exit the lake and felt his gaze burning into my body, worse so than the sun. I opened my eyes and saw him stretched out beside me, as gloriously naked as I was. My eyes took in his lean, muscular form and I quickly became aroused. I felt my nipples harden and in between my legs got damp. I groaned to myself, this wasn't what I needed right now. Seth propped himself up on his elbow and let his gaze travel lazily over me and I unwillingly moaned softly. This man had power over me. That simple moan seemed to be taken as approval and Seth leaned over and brushed his lips lightly over mine. My arm snaked around his neck and pulled him into an even deeper kiss. This time it was his turn to growl softly. His one hand traced over my side and hip then back up to the outer curve of my breast. I arched my back and he allowed my breast to fill his palm. His thumb flicked lightly over my nipple and I sighed softly. One of my hands was clinging to his neck; the other was lazily tracing circles over his broad chest and tight abs. I could feel his growing arousal pressing into my thigh as we kissed and petted. Suddenly, Seth flipped us over so he was on top of me. Before I knew what was happening he had my arms pinned above my head and was kissing me from my forehead to my ribs and every spot in between. I was writhing in pleasure beneath this powerful male body. He maneuvered around so he held both my hands with his one and then reached down and lightly stroked my slit with his other hand. I gasped audibly and arched into his touch. One of his fingers plunged into me and my wetness. I cried out softly as he began to finger fuck me slowly. Two fingers were then entered, and then three. The whole time he was sucking on my nipple. I could feel myself quickly approaching a climax and began to shake softly. He continued the onslaught of pleasure. I reached the peak and cried out his name softly as I trembled beneath his hands. Seth continued to stroke and hold me until my orgasm had subsided then looked down at me with a lopsided grin. He kissed the end of my pert nose and then reached down with one hand and pressed the head of his raging hard-on to my opening. He looked into my eyes as if seeking permission and I gave it to him with a soft nod. Slowly, he filled my body with his huge, 9" pole. I gasped at the feeling of being completely full. He then began a slow, arousing rhythm that was so utterly sexy I began reaching another peak almost immediately. I held myself back. Wanting to wait for him. And after a bit of slow thrusting I felt his rhythm begin to pick up pace a bit. I smiled as I saw his muscles begin to tremble. I then let myself go and came hard, my pussy clenching his cock. This seemed to push him over the edge and he came hard inside of me. I could feel his sperm filling me. We both lay there, completely spent, in each others arms for another ten minutes. We both began to get dressed. As I pulled on my bra panties and jeans I heard a low groan from him. I turned and look and saw fear on his face. Confused I asked what was wrong. "Erin, are you on birth control?" he asked softly. My heart skipped a beat. We hadn't used a condom. And no I wasn't on the pill, patch or anything. I shook my head no, my heart pounding frantically. Oh god, what if he hated me now? What if I got pregnant? What if I'd just ruined both his and my lives? I felt tears of fear prick my eyes and wrapped my arms around my body. Seth strode over and wrapped me in his big, strong arms. "Its ok baby, don't cry. Please don't cry. Maybe you're not pregnant. Maybe it's a safe time. Even if you are... we... we'll make it. I have a good job. The only problem would be distance. But I will quit and move if I have to. I promise. We'll be ok. And Erin..." he hesitated. I looked up in his eyes. "Even if you are, or are not, pregnant, I care about you a lot. Maybe more than I should within such a short time. But you're special to me already". My heart lifted with every word he spoke. I knew if I was pregnant, we'd be ok. I would move here, he would not have to quit his job. We'd have enough money, and I cared a lot about him too already. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. I hugged him tight and kissed him again, a loving embrace. We gathered up our horses and took a slow leisurely ride back to the main house. The rest of my three weeks in Texas were spent between time with family and time with Seth. My family knew there was something between us and they were thrilled. My last night there, my family threw a huge dinner, and Seth was there. We sat next to each other holding hands throughout it. Finally, it was time to go back to Maryland. My truck was now fixed, and in better shape than ever, thanks to Seth's mechanical abilities. I stood by the driver side door and faced Seth, dread in my heart. I had to leave him. And he was already SO important to me. He reached out to me and I burst into tears. God how was I gonna leave him? We embraced for a long while and Seth gave me a passionate kiss, salted with the taste of mine, and surprisingly, his, tears. He opened the door for me and turned to face me. "Erin, I love you" he said, and I busted into more tears. "I love you too, Seth. More than you can know," I whimpered, clinging to him. "Go home, Erin. But please. Please call me as often and possible. And please come back to me," he said with anguish in his eyes. I nodded quickly, promising. We both knew my period was due to start in three days. Three agonizing days. I took a deep breath and got in my truck. I waved goodbye sadly as I drove away. I arrived back in Maryland two days later and was embraced by my immediate family. We had a dinner that night for me and I had fun, but man I missed Seth. The next morning I awoke with a nauseous feeling in my belly and quickly ran to the bathroom and vomited. I then realized it was the day my periods was due, and there was no trace of it to be found. Oh god. Morning sickness, I realized. Mom heard me and came into see if I was sick. I shook my head no and explained everything to her. She immediately took me to the drug store to purchase a pregnancy test. I took it and... low and behold, I was pregnant, with Seth's child. I sat down and cried, whether it was happy or sad tears I don't know. Maybe both, maybe scared tears. I picked up my phone and dialed Seth's all too familiar number. "Erin? How are you?" he asked as soon as he answered. I knew what he was asking. "I... I'm fine Seth. And hopefully, so is our baby," I said on the verge of tears again. I was completely shocked when I heard a whoop of joy and excitement cross the line. "I'm gonna be a daddy!" I heard Seth shout to whomever was nearby and I heard applause erupt from the background. It was my family I realized. They now knew I was pregnant. My Cowboy, My Heart "So when are you coming back to Texas?" he asked in the sexy drawl and I managed a soft chuckle. "I'm flying back in a week, tell Uncle Greg to have my room ready," I said smiling. "He says no, that you have to stay in my cabin with me," Seth replied and I couldn't help but laugh again, god, I loved him! The next week passed in a blur as I packed all my things and arranged for them to be shipped to Texas. I was moving. I was excited and nervous all at once. But way more excited. I hopped on the plane and flew down to Texas. As I arrived at the airport I was nervously looking for Seth when I saw him. My cowboy. And my heart flipped over at the look of pure joy on his face. Yup, I was home. This was where I belonged. I ran to him and kissed and hugged him ferociously and we both went to collect my luggage, and start our new lives together. My Cowboy, My Lover I saw him across the room. My eyes kept drifting to him, what was it about this guy? He was out on the dance floor and I was sitting at the bar with friends. I couldn't keep my mind on the conversation going on around me. I envied the girls he danced with, those strong arms around them, looking up into those gorgeous eyes. After hours of waiting, watching, and hoping that he'd ask me to dance I finally had to make a move. I watched, as he went over and selected songs to play. I walked over to him, pretending to scan the selections and casually started talking to him. The next thing I knew, I was there! Out on the dance floor with him, where I'd wanted to be all night. The night wore on, and I couldn't get enough of being next to him. Feeling his body heat radiate into me. Even now, two years later I shiver at the thought of his hands gliding over my back as we danced. The feel of my nipples brushing against his chest. Dancing with David was the single most erotic experience of my life up until that moment. The hours passed by all to quickly and soon it was time for the bar to close. I managed to make it home, and climbed into my pajamas. I'd begged David for nearly fifteen minutes to come back to my house with the rest of us and I was exhausted. I had barely gotten settled in my bed, when my best friend Tamara came bursting into the room. "Get up! You have to be at David's in five minutes. He's waiting for you, we'll drop you off." So the next thing I know I'm loaded into her truck in my pajama's without so much as a pair of shoes on. We pull up on David's street, and there he is, waiting outside for me. Tamara practically shoved me out of the truck, threw a pair of sandals at me, and there I was facing one of the most handsome men I'd ever met in my life surrounded by a cloud of dust. David was a true cowboy. He radiated maleness, and everything about him made him appealing. He was tall, honest, funny, and sexy. He was like a hero cast out of the pages of a romance novel, the cowboy that the rancher's daughter always falls madly in love with. We sat on the front porch, talking for hours and I was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to make a move on me when finally, during a lull in conversation he leaned into me. I remember watching his mouth descend on me. My pulse quickened, my breathing became shallow. It was like a kiss straight out of the movies. Sweet and chaste to begin with, but always building. Building with heat, desire, passion, and most of all a lust that has yet to be equaled. I remember his hand, snaking it's way up under my top, the moan of desire as his hand closed around me, teasing my nipple. We were ravenous for each other. He pushed me back against the cool cement of the porch, feeling the cold hard pavement underneath me made my nipples harden more. They were poking out, straining for the attention of David's hot, wet mouth. As he kissed me, he lay on top of me, parting my thighs to his exploring hands and fingers. I arched into his hand, needing his touch so badly, wanting to fan the flames of desperation that were lapping inside me. His fingers touched me, and I shivered, moaning into his mouth. I reached down, and drew his fingers into me. Moaning harder, my hips writhing against his hand, I drove him deeper and deeper into me. He brought his fingers to my lips, and I tasted myself. I needed him, my stranger, my cowboy, I needed him inside me. "Please David, Please. Take me now" "Are you sure?" With those words still ringing in the air, I reached down and unbuttoned his pants. Unzipping them, I reached inside to find the treasure that lay hidden. I cupped him then, taking him into my hand, stroking him and feeling his cock hard and pulsing. I was under his spell, I'd do anything to hold him inside me. He moved my shorts aside and I could feel the head of him brushing against my sensitive lips. I gasped with pleasure and rubbed myself against him. My body pleaded with his for release, release that only he could give. He slid into me, driving to the hilt in one long mind blowing thrust that left me aching for him to move. I was stretched all around him, fitting him so tightly. For what seemed like an eternity he never moved. I could feel him throbbing inside me. I ground my hips into him until at last, I felt him withdrawing. He slammed back into me, thrusting hard against me, driving me into the wall. My moans were muffled by his mouth as again and again he thrust into me, building the rhythm, dancing with me, against me, into me. I cried out, clawing into his back as I came on him, showering his cock with my hot, tasty cum that soaked both of us. He growled, animalistic and beastly as he gained more speed. I rode with him on another wave to bliss as I felt him cum inside me. He bathed me as shot after shot of his glorious cum filled me, warmed me, and made me feel more feminine than I had ever felt. We came together again and again on the cement of that old porch that night. Underneath the stars of the Texas sky we clung to each other, wanting desperately to prolong the pleasure of this night. In a few days, he'd return to Arizona leaving me behind dreaming about the passionate nights I'd spent with my Arizona cowboy. Those three nights I felt more alive, more feminine, more cherished than I'd ever felt before. David opened up something in me. We had three more nights of adventure and I wasn't about to waste any of them. To Be Continued.... My Cowboy, My Lover Ch. 02 The next few days with David were some of the most memorable of my life. Not only was he great in bed, but he had a wonderful personality to go along with it. We spent hours laying together laughing, joking, and playfully teasing each other into an erotic frenzy over and over. On his last night in town I was so nervous. Wondering when or if this could ever lead anywhere. I finally realized that I had to just relax, and enjoy where we were now. That night I bathed and pampered myself. Enjoying my new found femininity that had come along with my experiences with David. Anxiously, I waited to hear the sound of his tires crunching on my driveway. We didn't waste any time, our hunger for each other was to great. I lead him into the guest room, and we stood at the edge of the bed kissing. I felt his hands sliding over my body and I shivered with desire. His hands slid up the backs of my legs, cupping my ass, pulling me to him. I pushed into him, feeling his hard chest and even harder cock rub against me. I moaned into his mouth as we shared a deep kiss. His eyes never left mine as he removed first my shirt, then my shorts, finding me bare and silky smooth underneath. Rope roughened hands came down upon my sensitive skin, and I pressed into him. Moaning with delight as the palm of his big hand covered my breast. Cupping it to bring my hard, pleading nipple to his hot, greedy mouth. Thousands of tiny bolts of electricity shot through me at the feel of his tongue lapping at my nipple, his teeth teasingly grating across it. Fully nude, he lay me down on the bed...spreading my legs open to him. The look in his eyes was one of pure lust mixed with a need so strong it rocked me to m core. I watched him, his body shadowed by the moonlight coming in from the window as he undressed before me. I'd seen his body every night, gloried in the passion and the release it had brought me, but looking at it now was as if I was gazing at him for the first time again. I could feel myself, dripping with need for him. My body trembled as he climbed on top of me...I ran my hands along his back, feeling his muscles contract beneath my touch. Chills ran threw me as I felt his hot breath on my neck...and he ran his tongue over me...fingers gliding across my creamy skin. Stroking me higher and higher, making me burn with need to feel his cock pressing into me. He came to me then and I realized he hadn't taken off his last barrier. I was puzzled for a moment until I felt him start rubbing his hardness against me. The friction of his underwear making my clit tingle and harden with desire. I rode him then, and his teasing cock on a wave of utter exctacy as I climaxed against him, drenching him with my cum. "Please David, I can't take anymore. I need you inside me. Fuck me!" With that I rolled him over, and yanked at him, freeing him of his underwear and engulfed his cock. Sucking him had become my new favorite thing to do. I held him for only a moment in my mouth. My need to have him filling my aching pussy was to strong. Straddling him, I slammed down on his cock and stilled myself. "Oh God, you feel so good. I love the way your cock fills me." "That's it, ride me. Take that cock." I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me, urging me on. With every thrust I felt him bottom out inside me. his balls slapping against my ass. Never before had I wanted someone so desperately. I leaned back, getting into the rhythm of it. Cupping my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples. His hands gripped my hips, and threw me over on the bed, him falling on me. He held me tight then, stilling me when all my body wanted to do was move I writhed against him, my body begging him not to stop, to keep fucking me, and to fuck me hard. He teased me then. He thrust into me, using agonizingly slow strokes. It was almost as if he wanted to prolong the feeling of being inside me. I was like a madwoman. My pussy hungry for his thick creamy cum to be shooting inside me. I wanted to move, I had to move, I had to make him cum. "Please David, harder. Please, I need it so badly. I need to feel you cuming inside me." That's when I felt it. He reared back and came plunging into my depths. Deeper and deeper, he pounded me with ever thrust. I could feel his groin, slamming into me. Pushing me further and further up on the bed. I grabbed hold of the bed posts, anchoring myself, and thrust my hips to meet his every thrust. Slamming back on him as hard as I could. "Oh yes! I'm gonna come David," I screamed, crying out as I came on him and bathed his cock in my sweet, tasty cum. Over and over he thrust into me, my pussy convulsing on his cock. Desperately milking him, I heard him moan and felt his cock swell inside me as he kept thrusting into me. He came shooting and shooting inside me. I could feel it, hitting the back of my walls, warming me. It felt so very delicious to feel his hot cum jetting inside me, filling me. He collapsed on me then, still inside me, and I could feel the mixture of our cum leaking out around his cock, running down in between us. I felt so deliciously wicked. I wanted to have pure, animalistic sex with this man until the sun came up and he left me, maybe for good. We shared orgasms that night, over and over, until finally we lay spent, snuggled together and drifted off to sleep. I watched as the sun slowly came up to shine across my cowboy's face. The next morning left us both wondering if we'd ever see each other again. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses and promised to write and call as often as we could. We are still in contact although we've never been able to be together again. Who knows, maybe someday we will. For now though, I have the memories of David, my cowboy, my lover. Memories that I will always cherish, and that still leave me wet and wanting him.