1 comments/ 11145 views/ 2 favorites The Cowboy Ch. 01 By: lustpassion04 It didn't start innocently at all. We met online at a swingers' site. He watched me on my web cam as I sang out loud and made a general ass of myself with my hundreds of viewers. I glanced indifferently at the numerous messages as they flowed across my screen; most were requests to see my breasts, with the occasional eccentric request to see my feet. His message stood out in its simplicity. >>Howdy. He left that message for me, and nothing more. To be honest, I was completely shocked that it was not immediately followed by a request for a glimpse of my nude body. I checked his profile and suppressed a laugh. His cockiness rang out in his self-proclaimed cheesy title. "I'm a hard-working man. Let me work you hard!" I glanced at the picture, taking in the young, blond, rugged looking cowboy that had messaged me. Chuckling to myself, I let the mouse hover over the Decline button before impulsively clicking on Accept. "Howdy yourself," I said as I entered the private chat room. >>How are you doing tonight? > I'm doing great...sitting here singing to myself as usual. Can't you hear me? >>Actually no. This computer has no speakers. > Bummer...So what are you up to? >>Working right now. Was just about to head back to the office. I'll be able to get on the computer again either late Sunday or early Monday. Can I catch you then? > Sure....what's your name again? I kept glancing back at the message window for a few minutes, but didn't get a response. I figured he was gone already, and went about trying to shake my numerous viewers off so I could shut down my camera for the night. I brushed my teeth and went to bed as usual. I heard nothing from him until about a week later. I had almost forgotten about him in the course of studying for finals, and then he surprised me. I checked my offline messages after returning from my college campus for the last time that semester. >>I'm Mike. >>Hey...are you up? >>Well, I'm about to get offline. I'm off for the rest of the week, so I won't be online till at least next Sunday night/Monday morning. If you want to, you can call me on my cell this week. Daytime hours are best. It's ok to call Saturday, I'll be working but I can talk while I work. 555-8962. Hope to hear from you. -Mike I replied with a smile and laid down to take a nap. I'd managed to get myself into an incredibly odd sleep schedule where I was staying up most of the night, getting up late in the day, and taking a nap in the early evening. When I awoke several hours later to the sound of canned laughter on TV, I decided to eat and check my messages on the computer again. A message was flashing on my screen. I checked the time and saw that it had been left for me about fifteen minutes earlier. I didn't know if he'd still be on. >>Howdy. You online? > Yes...just about to clean my place. >>Sounds like fun. I did the same thing today, so don't feel bad. J Then I got tired of cleaning and went shopping. > Must be nice! I have no money currently. So.....what'd ya buy me? >>Well, I really shouldn't have spent that much money. I bought a whole lot of ammo for an upcoming training session for the new guys. We're gonna do it at night, strobes in the eyes, shoot/no shoot situations. It's gonna be great! I have a feeling a lot of the guys are gonna shoot the poor lady with the ketchup bottle though. > Fun stuff. What branch? >>Former Navy. Private body guard/security supervisor now. I smiled. >>So what part of town do you live in? > Are there really separate parts of town? Hehehe... >>Well, there's north, south, east, and west....lol > West. >>I used to live on the west side of town too....a little house on Garden St. close to the highway. You live close to there? > Yes. >>I always hated that town. I'm soooo glad to have finally gotten out of there. > I actually like it here. >>What about it do you like? > Well, it's a small town, but it's close enough to a big city when I need to get away. It's still far enough to where I don't have to deal with all the people and the traffic. Plus, if I wanted to buy property, there's loads of it out here for cheap. That shit would cost four times as much in the city! Plus, this town is expanding now. >>Yeah...I was in town a couple days ago and noticed that. > Yep...we've got a Best Buy, a movie theater, and even a Starbucks now. Pretty soon we'll actually have a good Mexican restaurant! >>What? You mean you don't like Pancho's?? > HELL no! Ewwwwww.... >>Damn...I remember when there was nothing north of Wal-Mart. Now there's a back road from there to everywhere in town! There's even a road between there and the mall that didn't exist when I lived there. It's a back door. >>I love back door. >>In the immortal words of Jim Morrison, I'm a back door man! Lol :-P > Damn...I missed the beginning of this show on Comedy Central. >>Oh...the Last Laugh? I wanted to watch that too, but I'm at work right now. > What time do you get off? >>Ummmm....6 am. Lol. > I think there's another replay of it after this one's over. >>Hmmm...why'd you ask what time I get off? > So you could see the show, but you'll still be working. >>Ahh...ok. Forgive me...I'm tired. It's been a long day. Lol. > It's cool. >>What's that icon/picture thingy I can see in the window? Looks like you have blue hair and black cat looking ears on your head. > My Halloween costume. I like to call it the gothic sex kitten ;) >>So it was a slutty/sexy cat costume? > Yes. >>You have EXTREMELY sexy eyes and lips. ;-) > Why thank you J >>You're welcome. Quick question...when is your birthday? > December 1st. >>Happy belated birthday! So do you have a job? > Nope, not at the moment. >>So all you do is go to school and sit around all day? Must be nice! Lol...you go to school 5 days a week? > I'm actually done with the semester right now. And it's not nice...I quit because my boss was an ass. >>Oh? Where'd you work? > A little Mexican joint around here. Why? >>Just thought you looked a little familiar...thought I might have seen you before. But I don't eat a whole lot of Mexican food. I was quickly getting tired. We had been chatting for a few hours by this point. My exams had exhausted me more than I thought possible. >>You going to take a nap now? > Yep. Been a long day. >>I know. Gonna be a long night, too... (at least for me) >>Hey this is kinda off the wall, but you wanna get lunch some time this week on one of my days off? I know it's sudden, but what the hell... > Hehehe....I don't have a problem, just as long as you know up front that I've been cut off by my husband. >>Awwww...now that's too bad. It's not a problem though. I would still enjoy lunch with a beautiful, intelligent woman. > Hehehe.... J So what day were you thinking? >>How about Wednesday or Thursday? > Well....I was thinking about leaving for Houston on Tuesday so I can visit my family. >>Well, how about today? (technically Monday) I don't have to be at work until late tonight. > Is that enough notice for you? >>Oh yeah. I like to be spontaneous. And this....well...it's very spontaneous ;) > Only problem is I'm broke until I pick up my final paycheck on Tuesday. We can wait until Wednesday if you'd like. >>Not a problem...it's my treat. I couldn't let you pay...I'm a gentleman. Well...sometimes... > I don't want to do that to you though. >>Why? I don't mind...I've got plenty of money. > Grrrrrrrrr...... >>Ooooooh....she's growling at me now! It's really ok. I was planning on paying when I first asked. > Hehehe...well, I just hate not being able to pay. Yes, I'm one of those argumentative women. >>Well, I'm one of those men that insists on paying, so there. :-P > *sigh* OK...I suppose so :) >>So today....what's your favorite restaurant? And what time do they open? I quickly gave him directions to my favorite restaurant, the local steakhouse. We chatted idly for a few minutes longer. He wanted to know small details, like if the restaurant had a formal or casual dress code. I asked him to give me his cell phone one more time so that I could call him when I arrived. I promised him that I would arrive before him unless he drove like Jeff Gordon. From Dallas to where I live is a little over an hour's drive as it is, but I can usually make it in 45 minutes. When he gave me his number, he asked for my name. I hesitated for a second again, and then gave him the name I had concocted for my online personality, telling him I would give him my real name if I was impressed the next day. With that, I bid him goodnight, already excited about what might lie ahead... The Cowboy Ch. 02 When Kay made her mind up to do something there was no changing it. She had laid in bed for a long time after Roper had walked out of her room thinking of a way to get back at him for the callous way he had treated her last night. She was sitting at the breakfast table with her aunt, uncle, George and Betty when Roper finally made an appearance. “Morning everyone, sorry I’m late.” “Didn’t hear you come in last night Roper,” George was saying to him. “Last thing I remember was waking up this morning, don’t even remember going to bed. No more parties for a while ok George, my head can’t take it? I got as far as getting my pants off before I passed out I guess. Woke up with my shirt still on and my pants on the floor.” Everyone was laughing but Kay. So this is how he wanted to play the game. Maybe he was hoping that she would really believe he didn’t remember coming into her room. Let him think that, it would just make her plan go a little easier. “Why don’t you take Kay for a tour of the ranch Roper, I’ll have Betty pack you two a cold lunch,” and you can drop off the supplies for Jim as well? Check the fence line down by section 30 while you two are out and about. Tom said he thought that old Gus was trying to tunnel under again.” Kay didn’t give Roper time to answer before she tried to make up an excuse not to go. “Maybe another day George, I’m going to help aunt Kay and Betty with the clean up this morning.” “There ain’t no cleaning being done except by the ones I hired to do it, your aunt and Betty are going to town on a shopping spree while the cleaners are here. Your uncle and I will see that they get everything done proper while all of you are out.” Uncle Chuck piped in giving her the go ahead to tour the ranch. “You go on out with Roper and tour the ranch hon, George and I still got some planning to do for the reunion next month so we will be busy with that and keeping an eye on the cleaning crew,” Roper looked over to her and she could see in his eyes that he was laughing at her, probably thinking she was afraid to be alone with him is the reason she was trying to make an excuse to go out with him. “Ok, sounds like fun, I’ll enjoy seeing your ranch George. When would you like to leave Roper?” “Give me a half hour to get the supplies loaded into the truck and we can leave.” “Ok, I’ll meet you out front in a half hour then.” Kay excused herself from the table and went to her room to change into some jeans. When she came downstairs she went right into the kitchen to see if she could help Betty and her Aunt pack the lunch she and Roper were to take with them. They had everything all packed and ready to put into the truck when Roper got there. “Betty do you have a bottle of water I can toss into the cooler?” “Sure honey, I’ll get you one. There is a big thermos of Ice Tea in there for you two as well dear.” Betty told her fetching the bottle of water from the fridge and putting it in the cooler. “Well your Aunt and I are going to get going before that sun gets any hotter, enjoy your tour of the Ranch Kay.” She gave them both a kiss on the cheek, waving good-bye to them both. She looked down towards the barn and saw that Roper’s truck was still there so she had enough time to slip the sleeping powders into the thermos. George had told Kay that the first hour of their trip Roper would be stopping to make sure all the hands were doing ok or if they would need anything. The second hour of their trip would be through some pretty rough dirt road areas, where the men were working on getting the roads ready to be paved. Nasa was paying to have them paved so getting to their dish’s and satellite dish’s was easier, but the men had to plow and grate the roads first then they would send in their crews to do the rest and then lay the asphalt. He told her it would be close to noon before they made it to the bunkhouse. Kay had put her hair in a pony tail, pulling it through the opening at the back of the ball cap she had put on to keep the hot sun from beating down on her head. It was her favorite fishing hat that her son had given her on mothers day a couple years ago. It had a woman on it holding a fishing rod in one hand and a huge bass in the other. She was sitting on the front porch with the cooler and thermos when Roper got there. He loaded the things into the back of the truck, helped her inside then they were off. Kay knew in her gut that he would try to pull something on her today and she hoped what she had planned was going to work. “George owns 2500 hundred acres of land, he raises both horses and cattle, horses being his primary asset. We have wild Peacocks roaming the land, as well as quite a few wild boars, which is what was on the dinner menu at last nights party,” he told her winking at her. “The only real problem we have are the gators.” Roper had stopped the truck near a long fence line, he came around and helped her out of the truck and led her down towards the fence. He stood looking over the fence for a few seconds then pointed to a marshy area to the right of them. “Look, just under that outcropping of branches and you can see one giving us the eye right now.” Kay saw it, it looked almost black laying there under the bushes just it’s head and eyes visible. It swam slowly across till it was close to the bank where they were standing. “I take it this is a special kind of fence to help keep them out,” she asked him? The bottom of the fence was cinder blocks, about waist high it turned into a thick chain link fence. On the other side of the fence were coils of bobbed wire as far as you could see down the fence row. Kay could see some men working on the other side of the fence a few hundreds yards down from where she and Roper were. Two men were working on the barbed wire and one was watching the swamp for gators, a rifle at the ready should he need it. “Yes, George came up with the fence idea about 25 years ago when one of the gators had dug under the fence and killed one of his prize stallions. Took us over a year to lay all the fences. The cinder blocks go down 3-1/2 feet underground. We then poured concrete in them to help reinforce the blocks. It was a good thing that George had the horse insured, the insurance money is what paid for the miles of fencing.” They got back into the truck and drove along with Roper stopping to check on the men’s progress and if they needed anything. They had been stopping now and then checking on the men who were doing various jobs around the ranch. It was almost noon and Roper said they were almost at the bunkhouse. He pulled the truck off the track they had been following to go down a side path. They came to a clearing and in the center of it was a huge building. There were horse paddocks behind and to the left of the building, and to the right of it were five small cabins sitting side by side. Further out Kay noticed the race track where she knew the horses were trained. There was also a huge barn down away from the main house and roper said that was horse stalls. “This is the bunk house,” he told her “and those are the cabins the hands stay in when we are out here for more than night. We bring some of the more difficult horses out here to train. The trainers live out here with them as they are getting them ready for the circuit. The main house has the showers, kitchen, TV room and library in it. Each cabin has as small bathroom with just a toilet and sink in them. Showers and meals are taken at the main house. He opened the door to one of the cabins showing Kay inside. It was a cozy little room. She was surprised when she looked at the twin bed though, it was just a regular twin bed but instead of a mattress it had a solid piece of what looked like thick hard plastic in the center of it and up the sides of the rails. “Doesn’t look real comfortable,” she said laughing. Roper went over to a long dresser and took out a package. “It’s a special air mattress, just plug the little compressor into the wall and it inflates in five minutes. The humidity would ruin a regular mattress in no time. These are very comfortable and cheaper than replacing a mattress every year. Jim keeps the linen and bedding in the main house and each cabin has a small air conditioner for the men when they have to stay out here. We have both electricity and a generator in case the lines go down in a storm or hurricane season.” A little old man came out to the cabin to say hello. Roper introduced him to Kay telling her this was Jim who lived in the main bunk house. He keeps things in order out here and keeps the cabins clean and free of little pests. “I see you brought the supplies with you, I’ll help you get them unloaded and in the house,” he directed this to Roper. Pleased to meet you Miss Kay, heard about you for many a year from George and your Uncle. Boss was tickled pink when he found out you was coming down for a visit.” Roper helped Jim unload the truck and carry all the packages in the house. “I’m going to take Kay down to the pond to eat our lunch.” “Ok boss, it’s gonna take me a couple of hours to put this stuff away then I’ve got to go to the main house and pick up my pills from Betty, she said she’d pick them up for me today when she went to town. I’ll say good-bye now Miss in case I leave before you two get back.” Kay told him that it was pleasure to have met him and let the man get on about his business. If things worked out right she would be able to catch a ride back to the main house with Jim when she was finished with Roper. Roper handed her the thermos to carry and he carried the cooler. He led her down a dirt pathway through the trees until they came to the clearing. There were four picnic tables and some wooden lawn chairs along the shore line of the small pond. The pond was enclosed with a fence like the rest of the ones on the property. There was a iron gate leading inside the fence to the pond. Roper sat the cooler down and released the latch on the gate. Then he lifted a lever and iron rails came up from the bottom of the gate allowing the gate to be opened. “Cool idea wasn’t it, he told her referring to the gate? This way the gate is still secure from keeping the critters out. Well, the big critters anyway,” he told her winking at her. They unpacked the cooler of cold chicken, cheese, and fruit that Betty had packed for them. Roper had already poured himself a big glass of the ice tea offering her a glass as well but she declined showing him the bottle of water she was going to drink. He drank the whole glass and poured himself another while she set the plates and silverware out for their meal. When he had sat down she sat on the opposite side of the table across from him. “Feel safe over there do you Kay? Are you afraid I might try a repeat of last night? You didn’t really believe that story I fed them this morning did you? I remember very well every little detail about last night.” Three questions all spoken one right after the other not giving her a chance until now to respond. “I sat across from you so that we could face each other as we ate and talked. No, I’m not afraid you might try the same thing with it being broad daylight with others close by. And no, I didn’t believe for one second the story you dished out this morning.” He laughed out loud as she answered each of his questions. “I knew you didn’t believe it when you tried so hard to make an excuse not to go off with me alone. He took the last drink from his tea and refilled his glass for the third time taking a large drink. Kay just kept eating her lunch, hoping that he could not see how nervous she was. “Roper I truly don’t believe you would do anything with Jim within shouting distance nor do I believe you want a repeat of last night either.” “Why would you think that Kay?” “Because of the way it was done. I think you were just proving you could bed me and that you could make me ask you to. Oh sorry that was wrong, let me rephrase that, because you could make me beg you to,” the last spoken with disgust. He was yawning as she was speaking to him and Kay noticed his eyes were getting a little glazed as well. Won’t be much longer until he would close his eyes and fall to sleep. What the hell was wrong with him, he could barely keep his eyes open, he was thinking in a bit of a daze. “Don’t worry Kay your safe for now. I’m feeling a bit tired so I’m going to stretch out on the grass for a bit. Why don’t you take a swim or cool your feet in”.....he stood up and stumbled, he looked at her and in the instant before he passed out he knew she had drugged him. Kay was thankful that he hadn’t hit his head on the side of the table when he passed out, she hadn’t thought about that. She grabbed his arms and tugged him till she got him over under the tree near the table. Then she went in search of some big branches. She hoped he stayed out long enough for her to get everything done so she hurried as fast as she could. She found four perfect sticks for what she had in mind. She found a large stone that she was going to use to pound the sticks into the ground as deep as she could. It took her about a half hour to get them all pounded into the ground deep enough so he would not be able to pull them out. She pulled the rope she had found early that morning when she had devised her plan out from her bag she had brought along. She tied his arms tightly to each stake that she had put on both sides of his head, then she spread his legs so she could tie them spread eagled as well. When she was satisfied he would not be able to get free she reached over and undid his jeans. She pulled them off his hips just far enough to free his cock from his briefs, then she pulled his T-shirt up to the top of his chest. When she was finished she sat down on one of the chairs on the other side of the tree looking at her handy work. She walked down to the pond and got a glass of water. She tossed the cool water into his face and he came to, still groggy from the sleeping pills she had spiked his tea with. She tossed another glass of water in his face, and this time he was more alert. He just realized that she had tied him up, he tried to pull his arms free from their bindings as well as his legs with no success. He was pissed, wondering what the fuck she was up to. “Untie me Kay right now.” Kay sat down beside him, now assured that he was not going to get loose on her. “ No, I like you just the way you are. “What’s the matter Roper, you don’t like being held down against your will,” she said very sweetly. Kay leaned down and kissed him on the lips, he kissed her back without thinking about it. “That was a rather callous thing you did last night Roper, and I didn’t appreciate it. Although I will admit you did get what you wanted didn’t you? I did beg for it didn’t I?” Kay was trailing her fingernail across his nipples as she was talking to him. She leaned down and let the tip of her tongue lick first one nipple then the other. She blew lightly on his wet nipple watching it firm up. She gave each one a little suck attention and heard him suck in his breath. Then she bit down gently on one pulling it slightly before releasing it. She repeated this on the other one as well. She let her hand move slowly down his stomach, her fingertips lightly touching him close to his cock, tracing little circles in the crease of his thighs, down towards his balls which she lightly traced her finger around. His cock was already rising at her teasing. She let her tongue move across his chest, to lick lightly down his side. He sucked in his breath. She trailed her tongue across his stomach to his navel letting it dip inside, then make lazy circles around it. She put her hand around his cock and began to slowly stroke him. “You know Roper I make it a rule to never go down on a man unless he has done so to me. In your case I’m going to make an exception just this once.” Well this wasn’t to bad, she probably felt it safe to satisfy both of their lust if she was the one in control he was thinking. Damn she had soft hands, he looked down at her just as she brought her mouth close to his cock. He was waiting for the moment she would wrap her warm mouth around him but she moved past his cock and let her tongue lick the inside of his leg. That actually tickled and his body jumped involuntarily. She cupped his balls as she licked the inside of both of his thighs moving up to the underside of his balls. Then she wrapped her mouth around his balls and gave them a gentle sucking. Letting her tongue swab them with her saliva. She licked up the length of his cock until she finally reached the top of his head. She let her tongue caress it, licking it and letting the tip of her tongue dip gently in the eye. Roper was tense, he wanted to feel her mouth surrounding him, sucking him in deeply. Finally he felt her mouth surround his cock. Slowly she moved her mouth up and down the length of his cock, sucking softly, teasing him with her mouth. Damn she was good, it was more than he had dreamed it would be. Her tongue would wrap around the head of his cock then suck pulling it gently on each upward stroke. Roper moaned in his pleasure, his cock was firm and throbbing in her mouth, Kay knew it would not be much longer and he would cum. “Oh god, yes...he moaned out loud as she caressed his cock with her mouth. He wouldn’t be able to take much more of her tantalizing mouth. He had great control but she was working his cock to get the response she was looking for and he wasn’t going to make her wait much longer. Kay knew he was close, his balls were beginning to tighten and the veins in his cock were filling with his hot blood. She reached beside her and grabbed the ice cold water she had ready. His body was tensing more and she didn’t want to take the chance that he would climax so she poured the ice cold water over his cock and balls. “Fuck! What the fuck did you do that for!” He was glaring at her, his cock limp and shriveling up from the ice cold water. He was jerking on the ropes trying to get free. Right now he could cheerfully strangle her for that stunt if he could just get fucking loose! “Roper did you really think I was going to reward you for last night? Two can play your game, I didn’t appreciate it and you’ve got just what you deserved.” Kay was picking up her hip pack, and heading for the gate. “Kay what the fuck do your think your doing, get back here and untie me right now!” She reached around behind the tree and took out the other stick she had waiting there. She walked back to where he was staked out and stuck the stick down close to one of the stakes moving the dirt back and forth a bit so he could pull himself loose in a while. “Look at it this way cowboy, we just played Cowboy’s and Indian’s, me being the Indian who captured you and staked you out to die. Only in your case your not going to die. She turned and headed towards the gate, closing it behind her and making sure the bars were down so no critter could get in while he was freeing himself. “Think twice about what your doing Kay, you don’t want to make any snap judgements, you may not like what that might lead to,” he was talking to her retreating back. When I get the fuck loose, she is going to pay for this he was telling himself. He began working on pulling back and forth on the stakes. Fuck, just how deep do these damn things go down he was wondering. Jim was still at the bunkhouse thank god. She told him that Roper had found a problem with the fence down from the pond and was working on it. “I think I’ve had to much sun so he told me to come back to see if you had left yet so I could catch a ride back to the main house with you.” “Sure enough Miss Kay, just give me five more minutes to finish up and we can get going.” The Cowboy Ch. 02 I was nervous and excited as I slipped under the covers. I made sure to set my alarm so that I'd have plenty of time to get up and take a bath before going to meet Mike at the restaurant. Smiling as I drifted off, I began to dream of all the things that could happen with a cowboy like him if I were allowed to continue searching for a partner. Floating images and freeze frames of interesting positions and orgasmic faces glided across the backs of my eyelids until morning. Suddenly, I awoke with the vague memory and sense of urgency of a random sexually charged dream. Exhausted, I checked my clock. I was horrified to see that it was 5 after 11, and 5 minutes after I was supposed to be at the restaurant to meet Mike. I jumped up and brushed my teeth. I called Mike, almost tripping over the charger that was still plugged into the wall. Hastily explaining why I was not there, I promised to ready myself as soon as I could and speed there. He sounded only slightly irritated, but assured me there was no problem, thanking me profusely for calling him and letting him know what had happened. I quickly pulled a nice shirt and my favorite jeans out of the dryer and got dressed. So much for a bath, I thought to myself. I turned on the curling iron and ran to my bedroom to get my face on. After hurriedly applying my makeup, I sprayed myself with a little perfume and went back to the bathroom to straighten my hair. In my exhausted disorientation, I was frustrated to find that I had forgot to even plug in the curling iron that I had turned on. I brushed my hair, grabbed my keys, and squealed tires getting out of the apartment complex. Within 25 minutes of my phone call, I was at the restaurant. In the picture on his profile, he'd had long dirty blond hair and a goatee, and I was surprised at first when I didn't see anyone resembling my mental picture. I started thinking all sorts of unpleasant thoughts about who might be awaiting me as I strode towards the doors, pulling out my cell phone and dialing him again. He answered, telling me to slow down. I looked through the doors I had just entered and saw a tall white-blond man in sunglasses walking toward me. He introduced himself to me, and I recognized the devilish grin on his face right away. I told him my name, smiling, and we requested a booth away from everyone so that we could talk in peace. He slid my jacket off my shoulders before I could slide myself into the booth. He sat directly across from me and removed his sunglasses, revealing stunning icy blue eyes. This man was incredibly hot! It was such a pleasant surprise after all the losers I had met from the site. We talked about everything as we waited for our appetizers, and later our food, to come out. I was also surprised at his amazing wit. He was incredibly intelligent, and in his short years had accomplished much, not unlike myself. He was a former Navy man, as he'd said, but he'd also been a ranch hand, a bartender, a deejay, and a security officer. His stories were charming while lending him an air of mystery and strength, and I felt strangely more at ease with him than any of the others from the site. He was staring at me suddenly. Struggling to hide my surge of nervousness, I asked what was wrong. "Wow," he said, surveying as much of my entire body as he could while I adjusted myself uncertainly. I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, but sensing my intentions, he interrupted. "I've just never seen a woman as beautiful as you. I really mean it...and for getting that gorgeous in less than 25 minutes? I mean, it's absolutely incredible. I half thought when you called earlier that I'd be here for an hour before you showed up." I flushed a deep crimson, and before I could stifle it, a stunned giggle escaped my throat. I knew he could see how immensely pleased I was that he had recognized my frenzied preparations were so that I would keep him waiting no longer than necessary. We slowly ate and shared stories. I hardly remember now what we even discussed between bites, but I remember still that confidence and cockiness I had first sensed upon reading his profile. Both seemed to pour out of his body as if it were radiating from his pores, and shining out through that crooked grin. We ended our meal by packing the leftovers in boxes. "Scooch," he said softly, looking at me. "Uuuuhhhh...pardon? I didn't hear you," I said after a pause. "Scoot over so I can sit next to you, or you come sit next to me so I can show you a few pictures I brought," he commanded gently, still holding my eyes in his chill blue gaze. I hesitated only a split second before slinking over in the booth to make room for his tall, wiry frame. His cologne was light, drifting faintly on the small breeze created by his quick, certain movements. Within seconds, he was seated inches away from me, and had placed a small stack of photographs on the table before me. He quickly went through them, showing me a small snapshot of himself in his uniform next to his car, and then switching to a shot of him on the ranch in Colorado where he used to work. I saw everything from stunning pictures of sunrises captured by the camera of an impulsive man's sudden whim to make an overnight trip to Galveston, and to the usual funny pictures associated with someone popular who is a bit of a prankster. Soon, all the sweet tea had taken its toll on my body. I requested a short trip to the bathroom, and was countered by a request to leave. I was already rather excited by his nearness to me and the many aspects of his personality which had attracted me to him in the first place. He suggested hiking in a local park he had haunted in his youth. I, knowing how easily I might be swayed from my promise to seduce no more men, declined, and countered with an offer to go somewhere more public. We decided on the mall, and that he would ride with me. It was not lost to me that he fell into a slow shuffling gait behind me, and I swore I could feel that sub-zero stare causing goose bumps up and down my backside. I returned to the waiting area when I had finished, where he was watching the traffic outside the huge windows and patiently holding my box of leftover goodies. I grabbed the box as I walked by, and winked at him as I looked over my shoulder to inform him that I knew his reason for walking behind me; so he could watch my ass, and that the fact that he claimed to be a back door man had not escaped me. I chuckled to myself as I heard him stammer slightly before retorting with the fact that he had never denied he was watching me walk. I then informed him that I had made sure that I was adding a little extra sway to the movement in my hips for his enjoyment. I turned just in time to see the smile that I currently refer to as the Cheshire cat grin spread across his lean, handsome face. He directed me to his back door street to the mall, and we cruised while listening to music from my broken stereo. I parked, and we walked inside with no particular destination in mind. As we strolled, we again fell into the easy chatter of fast, comfortable friends. He was amiable, polite, and downright predatory. We wandered in and out of leather shops, smoke shops, and Asian trinket shops. Each time I saw something I admired, he offered to buy it for me, and each time I refused. Eventually, we ended up in the Dollar Store, where I made the comment that it was the perfect place for a poor college student to begin her Christmas shopping. "You know...there aren't any cameras in here..." he drawled, raising an eyebrow at me. "Oh really? And how would you know that?" I queried. "It's my job to notice the small details like that. Just like I noticed the Peppermint chap stick you just put on. I have a powerful sense of smell, and I just got a whiff of it. I think I'd really like to taste it," he said, looking pointedly at me. I knew exactly what he was alluding to, but I chose to play coy. "Well, I have plenty. It's brand new. Here ya go," I said, holding the blue tube out to him, mocking his raised eyebrow with one of my own. "I had kinda hoped that I could try it another way..." he said, looking away and starting to walk again. "Like this?" I asked, planting a kiss squarely on his lips. I felt the very tip of his tongue slip lightly along my lips before he drew in a deep breath and stepped back, looking into my eyes. "Mmmmmmmm...." was all he said, licking his lips and starting to walk again. I strolled casually in front of him, glancing back over my shoulder again. I gave him my best "you know you want me" smirk, complete with raised eyebrow, before laughing and leading him through the mall. "You know, you really do have the sexiest lips. You definitely just proved that to me. I've been wanting to see if those lips were as soft as they implied," he said slyly. I just chuckled and continued walking. Up one aisle and down another we strolled as he described his work to me. He spoke of guns and excitement, maneuvers, training drills, and patrols. I did my best to contain my attraction to him, and just enjoy the delightful company. At one point, our talk turned to tattoos and piercing as he pointed out the obvious blue stone sparkling in my nostril. I showed him the recent tattoo on my lower back. He showed me the tribal symbols on his left arm, and the outline of a skull with a logo "HK" underneath it. I asked him what "HK" meant, and he explained it was the logo of his favorite firearm brand, Heckler and Koch. I turned my back to him once more, pulling my hair to the side and asking him to pull down just the top of the back of my shirt. I heard his sharp intake of breath as he peered at my neck and the small blue rose tattooed just underneath it. He sighed as I walked away. I ambled around the next aisle partition and looked at the small toys. He grabbed my arm and gently pulled me away from the toys and the nosy little old ladies that seemed to materialize in every aisle we strolled. He pulled me into the kitchenware aisle, pulled me close, and planted a kiss on my lips that had me melting into his arms. I felt the soft press of his tongue between my lips, so I opened my mouth and sighed as it slipped inside my mouth and caressed my lips and tongue. We stood surrounded by hand towels and cookies sheets, locked in each other's arms for the next few minutes. I felt like I was melting from my center outward toward my limbs. I broke away before I got myself too excited. I smiled coyly at him and led him out of the store. From then on, whenever we got a chance, we would embrace and thrust our ravenous mouths together. I could hardly contain my excitement each time I felt him drawing closer for another exhilarating kiss. We kept walking and eventually wound up near the video arcade where we'd entered the mall. We walked in and looked at all the games, and I immediately spotted my target: the air hockey table. Telling him I was the Queen of Air Hockey, I challenged him to a game. He pulled out a few quarters and got us started. The first game was a blur. I took off my over shirt and did my best to distract him with my abundant upper body. The game was obviously rigged...he scored only six goals, two of which were wildly ricocheting shots of my own that had made it past my defense, and yet the infernal table showed him as the victor, 7-6. We played again, and I creamed him 7-0. I jumped up and down in my happiness, squealing with joy. My grin threatened to crack my face in two when I saw his eyes following the movements of my body very carefully, and his own face break into that sly Cheshire grin. We played basketball, and raced virtual cars, and suddenly he looked at his watch and announced that well over four hours had passed since we had first met outside the restaurant. He looked at me with the most sorrowful, pitiable expression on his face. He looked haggard from his late night shift, and then driving straight out to meet me. He still had an hours' drive at least to get to his house and get enough rest before he worked another night shift. Reluctantly, I walked with him out to the truck. We chatted about nothing in particular until he directed me to his car back at the restaurant. I pulled in right next to his car and put on the emergency brake. His eyes took on a bit of a glaze, and suddenly he was smiling that wicked smile again. I couldn't hold back anymore, and I grabbed the front end of his shirt and pulled him to me. I ran my fingers through his hair as his hands stroked my face and our lips met delicately. Earlier in conversation, I had compared kissing to dancing and said that both partners must work together to make it a great experience. He proved his skill at taking the lead with each gentle brushing of his lips against mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth and I sucked it lightly. Our make out was making both of us burn. I could hear both of us emitting little sounds of pleasure. Finally, he broke our kiss and said he had to go, smiling sadly. He turned to open the passenger door, and I grabbed his shirt again, locking my lips against his. We continued to tease each other with just our mouths, not even attempting to touch other parts of each other's body. I broke off after a minute or two and told him to leave before I was tempted to break my promise to my husband. He grabbed his photos, undid his seatbelt, and quietly stepped out of my truck. I told him to be careful and call me to let me know he made it home safe, and with that I pulled away. Even miles down the road, I was still shaking my head and attempting to still my trembling hands; all these afflictions were symptoms of the desire that I was rapidly developing for him. The Cowboy Ch. 02 Following his visit to the Marshall farm, Brady Bent made his way home slowly. Despite the snow on the ground and occasional flurries of sleet, he was feeling warm and elated. The jeans that he had been given were warm due to the fleece lining but his heart was pounding as he remembered the dancing and 'mating' Sylvia and he had shared. The journey was long and as much as his horse was anxious for her warm stall, he realised this was a time for reflection and the beginning of a new understanding about himself. He finally arrived back at the farm and stabled the horse in a warm pen. There wasn't a lot he could do out in the paddocks. He had moved the herd to a paddock that had plenty of tree shelter for the cattle and he would have to wait for the family to return before they could move them to the barns for the winter. After moving some firewood into the house and lighting a fire, he made himself a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs and potato fritters; then settled himself in front of the fire with a big mug of coffee. He went back through his memory of the previous night and as he remembered how events had escalated he began to appreciate Sylvia Marshall's situation. And then he understood that it had been her sexual needs combined with the adverse weather that had resulted in their 'mating'. He chuckled as he recalled her outlining animal mating and that he had been so green he had mounted her like a bull. But the softer aspect of their lovemaking felt good and he now realised he was no longer a virgin. Two days later the roads were open enough for his parents to return home and he realised that he had been lonely without their presence on the farm. He had thought about ringing Sylvia on some pretext but decided against it. With his Dad's help they moved the cattle to the barns, chopped up sufficient firewood for the cold months ahead and Brady occupied the rest of his time servicing the tractors and the generator that would supply electricity.And the following day the phone rang. His Dad answered it and Brady soon realised his Dad was talking to Sylvia Marshall. He wasn't able to listen to the conversation and an inner sense warned him to stay quiet. His Dad put down the phone and turning to Brady he said "You didn't mention your visit to Mrs Marshall while we were away but it seems you did the right thing helping with that bogged cow. Sylvia – I mean Mrs Marshall, was wondering if one of us might be free to give her a hand to fix her log splitter. Grab some tools and I'll run us over in the truck. I'll let Betty know where we are going while you do that." Brady was elated but also apprehensive at the same time. If Dad was going to be there he would have to watch what he said and how he would act around Mrs Marshall. He soon had his toolbox in the truck and they set off into a cold wind that threatened snow again. Within 20 minutes they pulled up next to the utility barn where Sylvia was waiting for them. "So good of you to come at such short notice but I am running out of fire wood and there are only these big logs left that are too heavy for me to drag inside." said Sylvia. Brady's Dad laughed and said "Well I can lend you Brady to do the repairs and the manual work while I go and check our cattle down in the South paddock back of your place." Brady grabbed his toolbox from the truck and wandered in to look at the old electric splitter while his Dad chatted to Sylvia for a moment then took off in the truck. He soon figured out the major problem – a large splint from a previous log had wedged into the spring loaded return and he wrestled with it for nearly half an hour till he had it free. After giving it a general check up he placed a log onto the tray and pressed the lever and button that made it work. It graunched along very slowly and came to a stop before the hydraulic arm had reached the log. Obviously there was something more seriously wrong with it. He worked at dismantling it until he found a broken hydraulic rod and went into the back of the barn to see if there were any replacements. Sadly there wasn't anything that would do and he had no choice but to attempt to fashion a new rod. Like their own place, the Marshall farm was well equipped with a smithy forge, angle irons, pipe rollers and grinders for emergency repairs and he began to stoke the forge to prepare some scrap iron. His Dad returned as it was getting dark to see how much wood Brady had split and finally learnt the extent of the problem. "How long do you reckon it will take to manufacture a new rod?" his Dad asked. "Well it will take the forge about an hour to be hot enough and maybe another hour to fashion the rod; after that it will need to be reassembled, bout 40 minutes, then I can begin splitting the wood." His Dad looked at his watch and said "Well that could take you well into the night so I had better see if Mrs Marshall has a spare bed for you for the night" He came back from the farmhouse about 15 minutes later and said to Brady with a laugh "Yep, that will be okay and she has promised to feed you so that you don't die from malnutrition." With that he took off in the truck back to his own place. Brady continued to work the forge and it was soon very warm in the small forge area. He stripped off his coat and shirt and soon had a sweat raised. Only a little while after his Dad had left Sylvia approached him and asked "When can you take a break to eat?" He told her 'in about 2 hours if everything goes to plan'. She asked if he needed anything and he said a mug of coffee would help. While hammering out the steel rod and then shaping it in the roller he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder but continued until he had the rod inserted in the splitter. It was now quite dark and snow was beginning to fall again. He decided to split just a few logs for the immediate fire and placed them in a carry box, which he struggled to carry to the house. As he entered, his shoulder seemed to burn just next to his neck and he hurriedly carried the wood to the pile by the fire. Sylvia noticed his discomfort and suggested he use the big bath tub to soak his tired muscles. He filled it with hot water and then thankfully lowered his tired body into the water. He slid down so that the water covered his shoulder and felt the tension slowly releasing. Sylvia came to the door and said "When you are ready there is food on the table," so he quickly dried himself, dressed and entered the kitchen. As he sat eating Sylvia noticed he was not able to move his shoulder easily and asked what had happened. "Just a strain probably from hammering the steel,' he replied ' it should work itself out by morning." She was not so sure and when they had finished she got him to sit in a chair by the fire and made him take his shirt off. His naked upper torso set her heart beating a bit faster and when she started to gently massage the shoulder and neck area the warmth from his muscular body radiated through her fingers to the rest of her body. However she was astute enough to realize he had torn a muscle quite badly and would be in no shape to do heavy work next day. And the snow was now falling very heavily. She made the decision there and then to phone his parents; advise them of the situation and offer to keep him at her place until he recovered, or the roads were safe enough for him to be picked up. They agreed it was the wisest thing to do and she then told Brady what had been agreed upon. He nodded in agreement and said "I hope I am not putting you to too much trouble." "Not at all,' Sylvia replied, 'I have thought about you a lot since your first visit and wondered how long it would be before I would see you again. It will be nice to have a man to look after again and you are nice and handy if I need anything serviced." Brady laughed when he realised what she was intending and commented "Looks like I could be here for at least a day or so and I don't have to feel guilty with my folks knowing I can't get home for a while. But in my present condition with a busted wing I am not much use to you." "Oh you can certainly be of use to me and you don't even have to use or aggravate that shoulder." "I'm not sure what you mean." said Brady. "Well you just sit there and I will show you." Sylvia was very excited by what she had in mind and put more logs on the fire. "I'll just be a minute – you stay there and keep warm." She quickly put the meal dishes in the sink then went to her bedroom. She wasn't long in returning and Brady sensed she had taken off her bra because her breasts seemed fuller under her blouse. She knelt in front of him and undid his fly and he lifted himself off the chair as she removed his jeans and shorts. She took his soft penis in her warm hands and gently stroked his ball sac and below it. Brady responded just as quickly as he had the first time and was soon long and hard. Sylvia knelt closer and took his stiff rod into her mouth. It felt so soft and velvety it sent shivers down between her legs. She ran her tongue underneath the head while she raked her nails across the top and then took him as far as she could down her throat. She could feel his tumescence increasing and she had to release his head from her throat before it became too big. He had moved both hands to her breasts and was fondling her nipples which were already hard. On an impulse he bent his head and kissed the top of her head. Maybe it was that kiss, or her desperate need to feel him inside her again but she was now very wet and Brady was obviously responding by the amount of pre-cum that flowed into her mouth. She slowly disengaged herself and made Brady rest his head against the back of the seat. Then she pulled up her skirt and turning around, guided herself onto his massive cock. Using the arms of the chair for support she slowly lowered herself down, just as his hand went between her legs and parted her labia. Brady had guessed correctly – she was wearing only the skirt and blouse. Without hesitation she lowered herself as his engorged head entered her vagina. She continued her downward movement until he was fully inside her, even past the cervical join. She couldn't believe how deep he was and just sat still for a few moments to savour this fullness. Brady arched his back and put his hands around her torso – one on her breast and the other on her clit. Sylvia started a rocking motion then lifted and lowered herself, getting faster as the sensations from her breast and clit increased her excitement. She took one hand off the chair arm and covered Brady's that was rubbing her rosebud clit. She guided his fingers to rub across it and humping his cock with a slapping noise she reached her climax. As she quietened down she used her hand to masturbate the bottom half of his cock and massage the balls. She felt him tighten as he came with an enormous gush deep inside her. She came again as the hot spurts entered her cervix in torrents. They sat like that for quite a while although Brady's erection hadn't yet subsided. Sylvia wondered how he would react as she decided on something she had wanted to do for many years. She lifted herself up and moved forward so that his enormous cock was positioned at her sphincter hole. She felt quite loose and relaxed as she lowered herself onto his massive girth. His cum covered head slid into her anus quite easily but as she began to lower herself even further she grimaced with the pain. Brady quietly asked "How have you tightened your pussy?" "No my dear man, I want you to pleasure me in a way I haven't had before" said Sylvia. She then decided to turn around facing him – she wanted to kiss him and have him play with her nipples as she enjoyed this new way. When she was repositioned she lowered herself again and found he slid in much easier. With his hands on her breasts Brady was able to thrust more easily and began to move deeper inside her. She gasped as her rectum was stretched but the feeling of being filled to capacity was very satisfying. She lifted and lowered herself with increasing pace as she rubbed her clit and Brady sucked on her nipples. The previous climax was tame by comparison because all of a sudden her anal passage was filled with Brady's come, so hot and forceful it tipped her over the edge and for the first time she was squirting cum herself. It ran down between Brady's legs and over his ball sac onto the chair. Sylvia collapsed onto his chest moaning and shuddering as her vagina and anus continued to spasm in unison. They fell asleep in each other's arms for at least an hour before the ache in Brady's shoulder became intense, causing him to wake. They kissed and fondled each other for a while and finally went to their respective beds as the fire died down. The next day they discovered that heavy snow had fallen overnight. Sylvia stoked up the fire with some of the remaining wood and suggested that after breakfast they should attempt to split some logs to keep the house warm. They made their way through the snow to the barn and Brady helped Sylvia to move the bigger logs to the splitter. He showed her how to work the splitter and hoisted log after log until there was a huge mound of firewood. He hitched a trailer to the tractor and filled it with wood. Sylvia hung on to him as they drove to the house and helped him load the bin that had access from within the house. He took the tractor back to the shed and waded through the tyre tracks back to the house. His shoulder was burning again from all the heavy lifting. They had a solid lunch and Brady asked if it was okay to soak his shoulder in the tub again. While Sylvia ran the hot water he got undressed in front of her and she started to take her clothes off as well. Brady gave her a quizzical look and she said "I'm going to massage that shoulder for you in the tub." She got in and spread her legs then told Brady to get in between her legs with his back to her. Once he had adjusted himself she raised her knees each side of him and he could feel her pussy against his buttocks. She took a large sponge and once it was filled with hot water slowly squeezed it over his shoulder. It hurt the first few times but slowly the muscles relaxed as Sylvia massaged the area gently. She was revelling in the closeness of his powerfully muscled body and began pushing her crotch into his backside. As her excitement mounted she reached around him to find his lovely manhood. Her efforts had not gone amiss because it was almost fully erect. She played with it until she could sense the pre-cum then masturbated him until he came. His come spurted for at least 9 inches before it slowly sank into the water. She was very excited by what she had dared to do and the force and energy of his explosion made her want him so much more. They got out of the tub and dried each other tenderly. Sylvia suggested they make their way into the warm living room with a mug of coffee each, so they walked naked and comfortable with each other into the kitchen and then to the lounge where they sat each side of the fire facing each other in big comfortable recliner armchairs. Sylvia said "This weather and the circumstances of our being together won't last forever, so I want to take maximum advantage of you being here. Who knows when we, or at least I, will have this opportunity again? I hope you don't think I am some sort of sex maniac Brady, but you are a godsend to a lonely and sexually frustrated woman and I want to feel you inside me as often as I can while you are here." "Well if you are a sex maniac I am grateful you have taken me under your wing to teach me about sex and that you give yourself to me so freely. You are a kind, lovely and extremely good looking lady with a wonderful body and I am eager to learn every way in which I can please you, and you can teach me how to do that. I had no idea it could be so enjoyable or enjoyed in so many ways" "Come here Brady, let me show you other ways you can please me. I need you again because I can't get enough of you and you also seem eager to learn. Kneel down between my legs and kiss my pussy please." Brady did as he was told and for the first time saw the female genitals up close. He was fascinated – they looked very different to those of the livestock. The folded skin of the inner lips protruded between the outer lips and the mound was prominent between the legs. Not having ever been near the sea he had no idea it looked like a clam (which it was often called). He leant over and kissed it. It had a slightly musky smell and quivered as his lips touched the skin. Sylvia suggested he run his wet tongue over the closed surface, which he did. The outer lips opened up a fraction so he repeated the licking. Feeling adventurous he poked his wet tongue into the soft folds and was amazed how easily his tongue slid through the opening into a warm wet cave. Using his fingers he parted the outer lips to investigate further. He discovered that the skin folds came from the top part of the opening and underneath was a small fleshy knob. When he ran his tongue over it Sylvia gasped and pushed down on his face for closer contact. As his confidence grew he started to run his tongue around and inside, even pushing it as deep as he could into the opening. Sylvia was bucking her hips and pulling on his hair to get his face in as deep as possible. "Oh my god that is so wonderful – my husband would never go anywhere near there." Brady continued until Sylvia finally came with a huge moan and he could feel the spasms on his tongue. It was almost impossible for him to remain passive as he was aching to be inside this beautiful woman again. He got off his knees, flicked the lever so that Sylvia was lying horizontal and then hooked his arms under her knees. As he rose he forced her legs wide apart and back past her breasts. He plunged his cock as deep as he could into her still rippling cunt and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. With every thrust he could feel the heat growing inside her and as he exploded she screamed his name and came with him. All at once he felt weak and his shoulder seemed to be coming apart from the effort of holding her leg in place. He moaned in pain and collapsed on top of her. Sylvia sensed that this was more than exhaustion from their love making and wriggled out from under his heavy weight. She covered his naked body with a blanket and realized his right arm and shoulder were at an unusual angle. She inspected the shoulder point and discovered it was dislocated. A gentle finger examination proved that the tendons had torn off the bone. She had a dilemma. There was no way she could dress him in his semi-conscious state and without the use of his arm he could not help himself. She banked up the fire and placed a pillow under the damaged shoulder to give it some support. Because he was face down she made sure he could breathe properly and then decided to ring the local doctor for advice. When she got through to him she explained that Brady had needed to repair her splitter and must have initially damaged his shoulder when hammering the forged steel. Moving all the heavy wood had aggravated the tendon damage and he had slipped on a scatter rug and fallen awkwardly on his right arm. The doctor suggested a sling to take the weight of the arm and he would try and arrange an ambulance – if it could get through the snowdrifts. He would ring her back once it was arranged. She went to Brady and finally woke him out of his pain stupor. "My darling boy we need to get you clothed. You have dislocated your shoulder and they are going to try and get an ambulance here to take you to hospital' she said, on the verge of tears. Brady was able to roll over holding his damaged arm and Sylvia got his shorts and jeans on with some difficulty. The shirt was more difficult but finally he was clothed. Using two tea towels knotted together she was able to create a serviceable sling which eased the pain for Brady. The Cowboy Ch. 02 As she knew it would be some time before she heard from the doctor she prepared sandwiches for lunch. They wouldn't require Brady to use his right arm at all. She made him sit in the high recliner chair near the fire and brought his food and a mug of coffee that she put on a table next to his left side. She decided she needed to clean herself up and put on some decent clothes to appear respectable. Not wanting to miss the doctor's call she decided to ring his parents first and explain the situation. His mother, Betty was concerned but mature enough to respect the situation and thanked her for taking care of her son. She also said they would wait for the ambulance decision before deciding on their next move as it all hinged on the road conditions. Sylvia assured her that in a worst case scenario she could look after Brady for as long as needed. A few minutes later the doctor rang to advise there was no hope of the ambulance getting through and recommended a few treatments to help ease the pain. "So my dear man,' she said to Brady, 'it would seem we are on our own until the roads open. How do you think we should keep ourselves occupied, or would you like me to think of different ways we can keep ourselves amused?" Brady could only smile and nod his head in agreement. The Cowboy Ch. 02 They arrived back to the main house and George was concerned that she had came back with Jim when he saw them coming up the walkway. “Did something happen to Roper,” he had real concern in his voice and Kay could tell the man cared deeply for him. “No George, he found a problem with a section of fence down past the pond when we were having lunch and was repairing it. I think I had to much sun, my head is killing me so he suggested I catch a ride back with Jim.” “Good, I’m glad that’s all it was then. Why don’t you go take a cool bath and relax till dinner dear.” “Sweetie you go on up and do as George suggested and your aunt or I will come up and check on you later dear.” Her uncle said with just as much concern for her in his voice as George had for Roper. She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek and headed upstairs. She took a shower then filled the tub with cool water for a soak. Roper was really mad when she left him tied up and walked off. She couldn’t hide out in her room because he would feel that she was afraid of him if she did. She couldn’t do that anyway, she was not one to hide from anything. She was a strong woman and she would show him she wasn’t afraid of him. She had fallen asleep for a while and was just getting up to get dressed for supper when her aunt knocked on her door to see how she was feeling. She assured her she felt fine, kissed her on the cheek and told her she would be down for dinner as soon as she dressed. There was no sign of Roper when she went down to dinner. They had all just sat down when he came walking in the front door, looking hot, dirty and not in a very good mood. “You look hot, tired and hungry George commented. Kay said you found some fence down by the pond, what section was it?” So that is how she explained his absence. “About 100 feet south, a tree had come down and was laying over the fence. Took me a couple of hours to get it taken care of.” He looked right at Kay letting her know that is how long it had taken him to get free. She didn’t look away but held his gaze telling him she was not afraid of him. He excused himself and said he would be down for dinner after a quick shower. Fifteen minutes later he was back and ready to eat. Betty had held dinner up waiting for him so we could all eat together. A couple of times during dinner he had nudged her foot under the table with the toe of his boot. She ignored it and him keeping up the conversation with everyone else at the table. “Those estimates came in this afternoon Roper, can we go over them after dinner,” George was asking him. “Sure, about time they got them here, it’s only taken them a little over a month to submit them. Are they close in range to what we told them would be acceptable,” he asked George. “Haven’t had time to look them over I thought you and I would do that after dinner.” After dinner George and Roper went into George’s den to look over the papers he had told Roper had came that afternoon. As soon as the door to the den closed Kay excused herself telling them she was really tired and was going to make a early night of it. She kissed everyone on the cheek and headed up the stairs. As soon as she was inside the room she locked the door plus put a chair under the door handle, knowing he would just use a key to get in. She made sure it was wedged in tight, then she closed and locked her balcony door. She slipped on one of her T-shirts and climbed into bed, she didn’t turn on any lights but lay there in the dark waiting for what she knew was going to happen sooner or later. She glanced at the clock, it was almost 11, she had been in her room for a little over two hours before she heard his footsteps coming down the hallway. The room was lit from the moonlight coming in the windows and through the balcony doors so that she could see the bedroom door clearly. She was holding her breath then she saw it, he was turning the handle slowly. When he realized it was locked she heard him chuckle softly then she heard him putting the key in the lock. When he tried to open the door after unlocking it and it wouldn’t budge she heard him very clearly say “fuck!” When she heard his bedroom door close only then did she let out her breath in a sigh of relief. Almost 35 minutes had passed since he had tried to get into her room. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep............. The Cowboy Ch. 03 The Final Chapter Kay was not sure what had awoken her but she sat bolt upright in bed first staring at the door. The chair was still in place so what had woken her? She heard a click and turned quickly towards her balcony door. Roper was standing in the doorway looking at her with a very sinister look on his face. “Did you really think you could keep me out of here tonight Kay,” he said as he walked slowly towards the bed. Kay had enough time to jump out of bed before he got to her. They stood there staring at each other across the bed. “Roper get out of my room right now.” He didn’t move. “You got what you deserved and you know it, we’re even so let’s just leave it at that.” “Do you think what you did to me makes us even Kay? I don’t remember drugging you and leaving you tied up for two hours, although tying you up is a pleasant idea I must say.” “I’m not going to let you attack me again Roper, now please leave. If you don’t leave I will tell my uncle in the morning that I wish to leave and I will tell him it’s because of your unwanted advances believe me.” Roper could see in her eyes that she meant every word she said. She had a lot of spirit he’d give her that. If he was going to be damned for taking her then he might as well enjoy her one last time. “Well in that case, I might as well give you good reason to hate me then. Besides, I remember taking you to full climax and not leaving you hanging full of desire, so we are not even Kay, not by a long shot.” He lunged across the bed grabbing for her getting a handful of the T-shirt she was wearing. Kay grabbed the lamp on the bedside table and smashed it over his head. He was dazed and had let go of her. She ran to the door, pulled the chair away flinging open the door and ran down the hall towards the door. She knew he would get his senses back any minute and knew he was bound to catch up to her no matter where she ran. She pushed the door open then slid back behind the huge grandfather clock over in a small alcove hiding in the shadows behind it. She heard him running down the hall towards her hoping he would not be able to see her hiding behind the clock. He ran past her and through the door, she could hear him running down the stairs. She ran back towards her room then at the last minute she turned and went in his room instead. She half expected him to come back any minute to check her room again when he realized the front door was closed. If he checked her room again and couldn’t find her then maybe he would think she had gone outside and would go looking around the property for her. She found his closet and hid inside in case he looked in his room as well. A couple of minutes had passed when she heard him out in the hall. She had guessed right, he had came back to see if she had slipped back into her room. “Dam it, where the fuck did she go,” he mumbled to himself. She heard his footsteps walking away from the room. Then she heard the hallway door close as he headed down the stairs again. She opened the closet door and walked over to his window looking out on the front of the property. She stood to the side watching to see if he would emerge outside. It had begun to rain lightly but the sky was still bright with stars and the moon. Then she saw him walking towards the big barn where he had kissed her last night. She didn’t have much time to think, she couldn’t stay in his room he was bound to come back. If she went to her room and tried to lock him out again he would still find a way to get in she was sure of that. She was wondering what she was going to do as she turned back from the window. She looked around his room, everything in here spoke of the strong man who slept here. The king size bed in the center of the room seemed to dominate the room. She involuntarily shivered looking at the huge bed imagining them both in it. What the hell was she thinking, she turned to head to the door and there he was standing in the doorway watching her. He closed the door and walked slowly towards her. “Well, what a nice surprise. I never expected you to be waiting for me in my room.” Kay didn’t know what to do now, there was no escape he would catch her before she could ever make it to the door. “Please Roper, I want to go back to my room and go to bed. My head is throbbing from all this nonsense. I just want to go to sleep.” He didn’t move, instead he reached for the zipper on his jeans and started to undress. “Fine, you can go to sleep but not until I’m done with you and when I am you’ll sleep in my bed,” he told her. “What! You can’t be serious!” he was naked now and she was in total shock. “What makes you think that....” she didn’t get to finish her sentence as he pushed her down onto his bed. He had fallen on top of her pinning her to his bed as he had the night before. She was really fighting him with every ounce of strength in her. She bit his shoulder making him winch in pain, “stop it Kay, stop fighting, you’re the only one who is going to get hurt if you don’t,” he told her through clenched teeth. She struggled with him for five more minutes until she was weak and out of breath. “Please don’t do this,” she begged him. “Begging me to stop is not the kind of begging I’m looking for Kay, or have you forgotten last night already,” he told her trying to kiss her. Kay had managed to evade his seeking mouth, she still had some fight in her and if he tried to use one of his hands to grab her face she would bite him again and fight him with all her strength. She was not going to make it easy for him. “Let me go Roper, I mean it! Do you always force yourself on women who don’t want your attentions?” “Normally they give themselves to me without any effort on my part,” he told her rather smugly. “Then go bed one of them, at least their willing and I’m not!” She had turned to face him when she told him that, giving him the opportunity to kiss her. She kept her mouth tightly closed no matter how hard he tried to force it open with his kiss. His mouth ground into hers and she tasted her own blood. “The more you fight, the longer it will last Kay.” “Why me Roper? Why are you doing this to me, when I know there are women who would welcome you into their beds?” “Because I want you, if I wanted someone else I would go to her,” he tried to kiss her again but she turned her face away. He was frustrated as hell, if he let go of her with one of his hands she would fight him tooth and nail he knew that. Last night she was in shock and he was able to get the upper hand, tonight she was not so easily subdued. “Roper I’m not your type of woman, so why are you doing this to me?” “How the hell would you know what type of woman I want or need,” he asked her. “I saw the woman hanging on your arm at the party and later when you were kissing her over by the barn. I also saw pictures of your ex wife when George was showing me his picture albums and some of the girls you dated when you were younger and living here on the ranch. I’m nothing like them. Roper, listen to me please. George loves you like a son anyone can see that, and he respects you. How do you think he would feel if he found out you forced yourself on his best friends niece while she was a guest in your home?” Kay hoped that little speech would make Roper see the huge mistake he was making. “Kay you have known me for two days, how can you possibly know what I want. While I have known you most of my life. I’ve seen you grow up, through Georges pictures on his trips. I even knew when you married and that the man obviously didn’t think enough of you to marry you in church, only in front of a magistrate. I knew when you finally left him and divorced him, I would even recognize your children if I passed them on the street. Seeing the pictures you sent George over the years. No Kay, I’ve known you almost a lifetime, and you have only known me two days.” “What do you mean? I don’t understand any of this Roper! I’m so confused I give up, I can’t think straight and I’m to tired to fight you anymore. If you insist on doing this then go ahead, I won’t fight you,” she told him with defeat in her voice. Roper looked at her for a long time. Her body had relaxed and she was no longer fighting his hold on her. He moved slowly off her body and gathered her in his arms. “Go to sleep Kay, I promise I won’t do anything,” he wrapped his leg over hers tucking her in close to his chest. He kissed her softly on her forehead then rested his chin on top of her head. “We’re both tired Kay, close your eyes and go to sleep.” Kay didn’t move, his arm felt good across her. It had been a very long time since she had slept in anybody’s arms. She didn’t even remember falling asleep. She was having a nice dream. Roper was making love to her, she had let down her defenses and he was making love to her. All of a sudden her eyes flew open, this was no dream this was very real! “Roper, stop, you promised you wouldn’t do this.” “I lied. It’s hard to lay with a woman in your arms when your naked and she almost and not touch her,” he told her by way of explaining his actions. His hand was under her shirt, playing with her nipple. It took all his willpower to not slip his finger into her when he began waking her up slowly. He leaned down and kissed her forcing her lips apart to accept his tongue. His tongue mated with hers for a long time before he broke the kiss. Both of them breathing hard and both of them very aroused. “Just tonight Kay, don’t fight me. Just give yourself to me willingly, just for tonight,” he asked her softly? Kay said nothing, and in that moment of time she knew she was going to do as he asked, because it was what she wanted as well. She pulled his head back to her mouth and kissed him hungrily. Kay was now the aggressor in this sexual game the two of them were playing. Roper let her have her way, enjoying her kisses and the feel of her hands on his body. When she wrapped her hand around his cock, he deepened their kiss. He let his hand wonder down to the edge of her T-shirt and to her womanhood. His finger entered her slowly delighting in her wetness. Kay had moaned when his finger entered her and he began to slowly finger fuck her. His finger was on her clit now rubbing it in circles making her squirm in the pleasure of it. Roper could wait no longer, he had dreamed of this for years. He slid down her body opening her legs wider with his hand so his mouth would have easy access to her. His tongue dove in deeply, savoring the taste of her. He lapped at the sides of her vulva making sure he was getting all of her wetness on his tongue. He sucked at her lips as he moved to her clit, his tongue was hard and firm as he pressed it against her hard bud, licking it. He wrapped his lips around it and began sucking and licking. Kay was all over the place now and he had to hold her down firmly as he pleasured her. He was going to pull her lips further apart so he could get a good hold of her clit when she surprised him by sitting up, pushing him over onto his back and immediately going down on him. Kay wanted this, she was going to give him as much pleasure as she could, she would make up for the horrible way she left him that afternoon. Her hand was gentle on his leathered sack, caressing him as her mouth moved up and down his shaft. Her tongue would flick him here and there as she sucked his cock. She sucked the head of his cock, like a babe nursing at his mothers breast and she could tell she drove him crazy. He was hard and throbbing in her mouth, she could feel his veins swelling as his cock filled with his seed. Not much longer and she would know the taste of him. He tried to pull her from his cock, he was close to coming and he wanted to cum inside her. She didn’t give up her hold on his cock. He tried again, “Kay please honey you have to stop or I’m going to cum.” She only sucked him harder and with more determination. Roper was going to lose it if he didn’t get her to stop. He grabbed her shoulders again trying to pull her up and away from his cock. She took the entire length of him in her mouth and Roper gasped, tensing. He was going to shoot his load. She sucked his cock harder moving up and down the length of it, her warm mouth so wet and inviting that he could no longer deny the pressure building up inside of him. The flood gates opened spilling his seed into her hungry mouth. She swallowed it all, loving the taste of him. She didn’t let his cock go right away, she slowly licked every drop only stopping when she felt she had gotten the last little taste of his cum. “My god Kay, that was more than I ever hoped for, it was fantastic.” He had pulled her up and into his arms when she finally released him. He kissed her deeply and he could feel the beginnings of desire building back up in him. “I owed you that for the deplorable way I treated you today.” He tensed when she said that and Kay recognized that he was thinking she had only done that to prove to him she could or as some kind or payment. “Roper...I wanted to do that for you, I wanted to know the taste of you. I did this afternoon as well and almost couldn’t stop myself from finding out. I did not do that for you because it was what you wanted, I did it because it was what I wanted to give to you.” She wanted him to understand she did it freely. Roper relaxed his body at her admission. His hand was stroking her long hair, he loved that her hair was long, so many women her age had given up long hair for the shorter easier to keep up hair styles. He let his hand roam down her back till he reached the hem of her T-shirt pulling it up so that his hand could wander across her bare fanny. “Your not going to get any more sleep this night Kay,” he said just before he kissed her again. At 7:00 the following morning Kay returned to her room to shower and dress for breakfast. This was their last day here at the ranch. She had hurried up and cleaned up the broken lamp from the night before trying to figure out how she was going to explain it being broken. She was just finishing up when Roper strode into her room to walk her down to breakfast. “I don’t know how I’m going to explain this,” she told him. Roper reached for the back his head where she had connected with the lamp. “ About as easily as I can about this knot I have because of it. Just tell them you had a nightmare and knocked it off the table.” “I’m sorry about your head Roper, but you were asking for it admit it.” He gathered her in his arms kissing her hard and long. “I don’t mind the bump, the rewards I got after outweigh the pain 100%.” Kay didn’t see Roper the rest of the day. He was out working with some of the men on the far South side of the property. She spent most of her day with her aunt and Betty in the kitchen baking up a bunch of breads, cakes, pies, and cookies along with some big pots of stew and a couple of casseroles. One of George’s neighbors wife just had her forth child and Betty was cooking and baking enough stuff to help tide the kids and hubby over till she was back on her feet again. They delivered all the food that afternoon and stayed and chatted with the family for a bit cooing over the new little boy addition to the family. This was their last night at the ranch and George was taking everyone into town for a farewell dinner at his favorite Steak House. When she came downstairs, Roper told her she could ride with him. It was a 30 minute drive to the Steak House and she and Roper talked about everything except what had happened between them the last two nights. His son was arriving tomorrow night to stay for a week while on leave from the Navy then he would be spending the last week with his mother who lived down in the Keys. Kay wondered why his marriage had broken up but she didn’t ask. She couldn’t imagine anyone not wishing to stay married to him. It sure couldn’t have been because of the sex, he had more than proved himself in that department. The enjoyed a nice meal, listening to George and Uncle Chuck talk about the “good old days”. “Kay what ever happened to that man that lived down the street from you who kept asking you out and sending you all those flowers,” aunt Kay was asking her? “He finally got the hint and gave up.” “Did you break some poor mans heart Kay,” this coming from Roper? “You would have loved it Roper her uncle was saying to him. I was talking with her dad and he had introduced me to the guy. Kay was inside the house getting us some drinks and her son was helping us load some tack into the truck. Her father mentioned in good fun that he had kept asking our Kay out but she always said no. Kay’s son hearing our conversation piped in that he had told him a hundred times his mom wouldn’t date him because #1 he was to old, but more importantly, he didn’t drive a pickup with a bass boat on the end of it so she’d never have anything to do with him period.” Everyone started laughing and Kay had the good grace to blush. They were on the road heading back to the ranch after their meal. They had been driving along for about 5 minutes when Roper turned to her. “I hope your not planning on sleeping in your room tonight?” “Aren’t you assuming a bit much Roper,”she asked him? “I wasn’t assuming anything. I was stating a fact that if you were thinking of sleeping in your room you would be mistaken.” Kay undid her seatbelt and slid over in the seat until she was sitting close by his side. She had her left hand on his shoulder moving up to play with his hair. Her right hand was on his thigh, rubbing his leg, not quite coming close enough to touch his cock, but enough to tease him that she might at any moment. She leaned in close letting her lips graze his neck, her tongue licking up to his ear. She took his ear lobe between her teeth and bit down gently. “What if I don’t want to sleep with you again Roper, are you going to ignore my wishes again? Before he could comment she went on, “ better yet....what if I don’t want to wait that long?” She had moved her hand up to his jeans undoing his zipper and the button reaching her hand inside to pull his cock out. Kay lowered her head taking him fully into her mouth, she felt the seat move back as he gave her more room to move about. She took her time sucking his cock, slowly stroking it with her tongue and mouth. Roper was trying to keep his mind on his driving and not on the woman giving him a blow job. She had a very talented mouth he would never deny that. Maybe she was thinking if she drained him in the car he would forget about his threat of her spending the night in his bed once again. She was very wrong if that is what she was up to. He had no plans on letting her sleep at all tonight. He had been trying to think of something all day that George could do to convince them to stay longer. He needed more time with her. Roper’s mind stopped wandering as he felt his climax nearing, the minx was going to make him cum! He gripped the wheel tightly as his orgasm surged forward into her waiting mouth. Kay didn’t bother to try to zip his pants back up. She slid across the seat, redid her seatbelt, then told him very casually that should tide him over. When they got back to the ranch they were met by two of the hands. They needed Roper to help them get the bobcat down to southern part of the ranch where two huge tress had fallen tearing down a big section of fence. Normally they would just patch it up till daylight but this happened to be a section where five or six gators were located. They didn’t need one of them getting inside the fence row without them knowing about it. George had three prize breeding stallions in that section. Each in a different area with the mares it had been bred to, but still just one death or serious injury could be very costly. The Cowboy Ch. 03 I raced toward my house so that I could get my thoughts out about the day in my journal. While I was online, I decided to leave a message for him through the online messenger. > I must say that today was an absolute blast, and I have not been kissed like that in a LONG time. You made it very hard for me to decide to leave! Anyway...call me when you get home so I know you're safe, and I look forward to doing it again sometime! ;) I shut down the computer and took off my over shirt. The lack of a bath and the afternoon's energetic proceedings left me feeling sticky and dirty. I ran the hottest water I could stand and pulled my hair back. Pouring a little lavender bath salt in the tub and swirling it around, I reached around my waist to pull up my shirt when my cell phone beeped with a voicemail message. I was puzzled, since the phone had not rung. I smoothed my shirt back down and ran to grab my phone. Checking my messages, I was greeted by Mike's sultry, husky voice. "Hey, it's Mike. Sorry my phone shows up as private...it's a company phone. I was just calling to let you know that I'm almost home. Should be there in about 20 minutes. That's it. I just wanted to say that I had a REALLY good time, and DAMN you're a good kisser. Alright, I'll talk to you later. Bye." I broke into another face-splitting smile, and quickly dialed him back. "Hello?" "Hey Mike, it's me. I just got your message. I don't know why, but my phone never even rang. That's really odd," I told him. "Oh, it's ok. What are you doing?" "Well, I was just about to take a bath, and to be honest, I'm grinning ear to ear about your message. You know, you're not a bad kisser yourself, my dear!" I rambled. "Oooooooooh....a bath.....ya naked yet?" he asked me, laughing wickedly. "Not yet, but I can be," I teased. "Hold on a sec." I set the phone down carefully and pulled off my clothing one article at a time. I made sure to drop each piece on or near the phone just to torment him. Picking up the phone again, I asked him if he was satisfied. He assured me he was, and sighed heavily into the mouthpiece of his phone. I asked him if anything was wrong, and he convinced me that he was only dreaming of what it might be like to see my body, if not bathe it himself. I told him he was a dirty man and laughed heartily. He was stuck in traffic, so I told him he'd better get both hands back on the wheel. But before I let him go, we both felt the need to mention again how electric the kiss had been. He told me he'd never been that turned on before in his life by simply kissing, and praised me for my oral talent. Smiling, I again told him that it takes two to make a kiss spectacular, and I was impressed. I also let him know about my personal rule about not kissing the men I had been with outside my marriage. He was shocked, and told me how honored he was that I had allowed him to kiss me. I hung up smiling yet again, and stepped into the tub. The water had cooled slightly, but it was the perfect temperature. I slid down, letting my hair fall into the water, and leaning my head against my bath pillow. I breathed in the fragrant air inside the bathroom and finally began to relax. I was amazed that one man could have me as tense as I was in such a short amount of time. My husband was the only other man that had ever been able to do that to me. I bathed myself slowly, indulging in the scents and sensations. When I had finished, I wrapped myself in my softest towel. Grabbing the laptop from my desk, I laid down on the couch and covered myself with my chenille blanket. I allowed myself to dry slowly and warm up with the aid of heater I had recently turned up. Soon, I was so comfortable and relaxed that I drifted off to sleep. My nap was short lived, however. I left the television on and it woke me up. I watched a movie I had never seen before...The Graduate. The sexual tension of the day immediately hit me with the force of a wall of water, picking me up and carrying me away with the undertow. I spoke to a friend of mine online for awhile, to get perspective on the movie and to calm myself. It worked well until the movie ended and my friend signed off to go to sleep. Then I was left alone with my thoughts once more. I moved the computer to the coffee table and lightly ran my fingertips over my warm flesh, creating goose bumps everywhere. I knew that I couldn't get any sleep while I was still so worked up, so I started to work my magic with my own talented fingers. Suddenly, I was distracted by the familiar message sound coming from my computer. I glanced at the computer screen and saw that it was my husband. This is great, I thought to myself. Now I had my chance to tell him about what had happened. He always got so excited when I told him about my dates. I told him that I had allowed Mike to kiss me and that his kiss had turned me on incredibly. My husband laughed at me, saying that he'd never quite understood why I could give my body away for another man's pleasure and not kiss him. He must have heard how excited I was by the way I was talking, and suggested that perhaps I should go out with Mike again. I assured my husband that I was prepared to stick by my promise and not sleep with another man until after he returned home, but he insisted that I should go out and have one last round of fun. With his blessings, I could hardly contain my excitement. He had to leave to go back to work, and I was immediately dialing Mike's cell phone. We made small talk for a couple minutes. I think he was a little surprised to hear from me. I had just finished writing a quick entry about my husband's green light. We talked about his job for awhile, how much fun we'd had together, and how much we'd like to get together again. This inevitably led the conversation back to the kiss, and how much each of us was dying to see if the other was as good in the bedroom as the kiss led us each to believe. I told him that I had written a diary entry about him and how turned on he had made me. I laughed mischievously and told him that I was about to make his patrol that much more difficult. I heard him draw a breath sharply and let out a painful sounding moan. He told me to stop doing that to him, because it was hard to adjust while he was in uniform, sitting in his car, with a large belt impeding the natural angle of things. He groaned pitiably as I told him that I hadn't bothered to dress after my bath. It sounded as if he were being tortured when I let him know that I had been caressing myself and imagining that my hands were his earlier in the evening. His curiosity got the better of him though, and soon that dirty cowboy was peeking through his careful professional demeanor. As his interest grew, he asked me if I had been using just my hands or if I had any toys . I told him about my large pink vibrator, and that I could really tease him if he were up for it. He sighed heavily again and told me I was killing him, which just made me smile that much more. I pulled out a small bottle of mint flavored lubricant and squeezed a few drops onto my toy. I jumped as I teased myself with it and the contrasting cooling sensation of the lube against my hot skin shocked me. My stunned whimper of pleasure was echoed by his grunt of agony. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and have that sexy cowboy in my room watching as I performed for him. "God, you're so sexy..." he drawled into the phone. "There are so many things I could do to you if I were there right now..." "Like what?" "I'd love to see that sexy ass, maybe suck on your nipples, play with your pussy..." "That sounds wonderful darlin'. Keep talking to me...I like it when you talk that way," I whispered to him. "Well, I'm not really good at phone sex...haven't really done it before," he said worriedly. "Don't worry about it sweetheart. I just want to hear your voice while I play. Maybe you can convince me to come see you at work some time soon!" "Mmmm....I love how your voice is getting deep and scratchy. What are you doing?" he asked me. "Well, I put a little mint lube on my little friend here, and I'm teasing myself with it. It makes this wonderful cooling sensation when it touches hot skin....ooooohh...." I moaned. "God I wish I could taste you right now, feel your skin and touch you all over. I had to pull over so I could listen to you and not get in an accident," he said, sounding slightly strained. I told him to sit back and listen to me, and help me get off with his voice and his suggestions. I balanced the phone next to my ear on the pillow so I could still hear him. I had only been teasing myself with the toy up to that point, but with him listening, I slowly pushed it inside me. I almost screamed with the pleasure. Having been wound so tightly throughout the course of the day, I felt as if I were finally allowed to taste bliss. I could hear him trying to contain his excitement and frustration. His moans were all that I needed to encourage me. I moved my hands faster, feeling the delicious friction forcing my pleasure to build up inside my fiery, overheated core. The combination of hot and cold was driving me wild, as were the noises he was trying to cover in an attempt to hear me better. Faster...harder....deeper...I was choking on ragged, shallow breaths as my entire body responded to the urgent need for release. The bed shook, my breasts shuddered with the unseen tremors that wracked my body, muscles knotted, throat strained, crying out, and then the explosion.... My back arched so severely that it came up off the bed as I screamed, all my muscles tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing as my climax ripped through me. I could hear him still, stifling his own cries in order to hear mine. I laid back on my pillow, dripping sweat and completely drained of energy. "Wow!" came the breathless response from the other end of the line. "That was amazing..." I laughed almost hysterically at his simple, honest response. "God, I wish I could see you right now," he complained. "All you have to do is ask me to get on the web cam," I teased. "I thought you didn't show yourself on cam..." he retorted. "I don't show myself to strangers. They could better spend their time making plans to see my goods in person than begging to see it all on camera," I stated irritably. "I know. I remember reading that on your profile. I'm technically still a stranger though. You didn't show me your goodies today in person, so why should I expect you to show yourself on cam when you told me you hate being asked to see tits?" he taunted. All the while, I could hear that he had finally left whatever place he had parked for the duration of my performance and was revving that poor car's engine as high as it could possibly go. "You driving now? Where are you going?" I asked him. "You offered to show me tits on camera. I'm going to get on the computer! I'll be there in just a few minutes..." he laughed. I pulled on some sleeping pants and a tank top and wandered lazily into the kitchen to turn on the computer. I listened quietly as he drove, cursing Dallas drivers not so inaudibly under his breath. Chuckling to myself, I signed into messenger and sent him a note. > I'm invisible. A moment later, he responded. >>Hey sexy lady. We chatted on the phone as he watched me on my camera. For once, it was my turn to let that sly Cheshire grin steal across my face. >>Hey, show me your tits baby! I could hear him laughing on the phone as he watched me smile and slowly arch one eyebrow. I stood up and quickly ripped off the tank top, centering my still flushed chest in the camera's view. He then requested to see the toy he'd heard bring me so much pleasure. I turned around and laughed, and shocked him by sliding my pants off and stepping out of them as I walked to my bedroom to bring back the toy. When I sat down in my chair again, I was amused to read his message. >>Holy shit! You're naked! I shut him up by sliding the toy between my lips and licking it while looking into the camera at him. His moan was very loud and strained. >>Damn, I wish that was my cock and not a toy! You've got me so horny it isn't even funny. > Are you as talented with that tongue on nipples? >>OH yeah. God, you look sooooooo sexy. > Hehehe...I love hearing you say that. >>Well, I love saying that. God, you look so sexy! You have a beautiful smile...and seductive eyes. > And you have the fucking hottest lips I have ever kissed! >>Why thank you ;) Right back at ya. You're such a tease. > Remember this: I am a tease. But I deliver. >>Wow...naked. You are so sexy! > So are you! >>Well, I'm also hard. And a hard man is good to find. Lol! > Hehehe! >>I thought you'd like that one. > Looks like I found one. Errrrr....you found me anyway. I showed him my blue rose tattoo again, forgetting he'd seen it earlier in the day. >>I saw that one already :-P And you don't know how hard it was for me to not start kissing your neck this afternoon. I moaned again, and smiled devilishly. I told him through the phone that I definitely thought a visit to his place of business was in order. We made plans for me to drop in on him that same night. He asked me to read him what I had written about him in my journal. He chuckled when he heard the amusement and arousal in my voice as I read my thoughts aloud. I clicked on "NEXT", forgetting that I had written an entry about my husband's green light. I said green light and laughed, and then figured I would surprise him with that fact the next night. >>You look tired. > I am tired. I should probably get some sleep now. He made a kissy face through the messenger and bid me goodnight. I hung up with him and walked back to my room, turning off all the lights as I walked. I didn't bother to dress again as I slipped under the covers completely nude. I thought to myself how memorable this encounter was proving to be and smiled a wicked smile as I drowsily drifted off to sleep. The Cowboy Ch. 03 Roper looked at Kay with sadness and regret in his eyes. “Chuck I hope you folks don’t leave tomorrow until I get back to say good-bye to ya’ll.” “We won’t be leaving till afternoon Roper, we should still be here when you get back in,” her uncle replied. Roper headed to the barn to help the men load the bobcat on the truck. The wind was starting to pick up and George said a storm was brewing and they had better get inside and listen to the weather station. Kay stood watching them from the front porch where she was sitting. It wasn’t raining yet but the wind was getting stronger. She watched as Roper got in behind the wheel of the flatbed and headed to the southern most part of the ranch. Just then Betty and her aunt came out onto the porch carrying some boxes, then Uncle Chuck and George followed carrying some more. “What’s going on,” she asked them? “There’s a big storm headed this way. Jim is going to have his hands full fixing hot meals for the men and keeping the coffee going, he won’t have much time to get the cabins ready for the men so Betty is going out with Jake to give Jim a hand,” George explained. Just then Jake pulled up the to front drive jumping out of the truck and running up the steps. “I can go out and help Jim with everything George, Betty can stay here and out of the storm.” “Honey are you sure, you don’t have to do this you know.” “I want to and it’s the least I can do to repay you for having me as your guest. I want to help out anyway I can George,” she told him. “Ok, your on, Betty will have her hands full here at the main house as it is, these storms always make a mess of things around here and we just keep the food and coffee hot and ready for the men who eat whenever they can take a break.” “Great, I’ll just run up and toss something into a bag and be right down,” she said as she ran up the stairs. She tossed a few things into a bag and was headed back down the stairs in less than two minutes. They were just putting the last of the boxes into the truck when she came downstairs. She kissed everyone good-bye and got in the truck with Jake. The hour drive took them 45 minutes longer with the rain and wind. Twice she and Jake had to get out to remove branches that were laying across the road. Jim was glad for her help, he already had big pots of stew simmering on the huge stove and trays of biscuits in the oven. He had four big coffee makers going and two men were filling up a dozen big thermos’s when she got there. The high winds had already knocked out the power lines but they had power thanks to the huge generator. Jim showed her where all the bedding was kept so she could go make up the cabins for the men. He told her the boss always stayed in the last cabin, the one furthest from the others. She gathered up enough bedding for three cabins putting it all into a huge plastic bag to keep everything dry and headed to the cabins. The winds were gale force now and she was having a hell of a time getting back from Roper’s cabin. She had just finished making his up and headed back to the main bunk house. Half dozen of the men were there when she got back already eating. Roper was sending them in, in groups of six to eat and rest for an hour. Then when they returned he would send in another group. Kay helped Jim serve the food and kept the coffee filled in their mugs. She was rolling out another batch of biscuits for Jim as the first group left. She was just taking out the hot biscuits when the next group arrived. She helped Jim serve them and get them all coffee then went back to making another batch of biscuits. Roper came in with the third group, at first he didn’t see Kay over by the stove. He looked tired and had a deep frown on his forehead. He sat down with his back to her, she finished piling the hot biscuits onto the platter and took them over to the table. She reached around him to sit the platter down. “Here’s some hot biscuits for your stew guys,” she said. Roper looked up when he heard her voice, shock written all over his face at seeing her there, the shocked look was replaced by a smile. “What are you doing out here Kay?” “I offered to help out so that Betty could stay back at the house to keep things going there for the men.” She turned and walked back out into the kitchen to put the next batch of biscuits in the oven. She didn’t hear Roper come up behind her. He leaned down close to her ear speaking softly so that no one could overhear what he was saying to her. “Where are you sleeping?” She didn’t look up from her work, “in the last cabin.” He chuckled, reached around in front of her letting his arm brush across her breast as he did so. “That’s right.” Roper told Jim that the men had the fence line patched up pretty good but were going to stay out there in shifts during the storm making sure there was no more damage. He would be sending two groups back in about a half hour to clean up and bed down. They were going to work in 4 hour shifts. “The extra men are going to be bunking in the three extra rooms upstairs Miss and the rest on cots downstairs here. You can use the other room at the top of the stairs,” Jim was saying. “That’s ok Jim, I’ll stay in one of the cabins instead that way you can let three men use the room I would be in instead of one girl taking up the whole room,”she told him smiling at him. That way no one has to sleep on a cot. With the cabins and the four rooms in the main house that had three single beds in each of them, everyone would have a nice place to sleep and not be put out. She helped Jim do the dishes then he excused himself and headed off to bed. They made sure that there were two of the big pots of coffee left for the men when they came in. She headed out to Roper’s cabin, and thought the damn wind was going to blow her away it was so strong. She was reaching for the handle on the cabin door when it swung open and Roper pulled her inside kissing her hard. “What the fuck took you so long to get your ass out here, I’ve been here for over a half hour?” “I thought you would come back to the main house and take a shower then I was going to come out to the cabin while you showered,”she told him sweetly. “I wanted to make sure you got in the right damn cabin so I’ve been waiting for you.” “Had you looked around Roper you would have noticed my bag sitting on the chair over there and my gown laying on top of the bag.” He glanced to the chair and sure enough there was her bag with a black gown laying on top of it. He leaned down and kissed her again, “don’t move I’ll be back in 15 minutes,” he told he as he walked out the door heading to the main house. Kay undressed and slipped the gown on, then she climbed into bed and waited for Roper to return. The storm outside was raging, Kay enjoyed storms they made her adrenalin pump faster. She had always loved thunderstorms since a small child. It was the wildness in them that fascinated her. Roper was back in 15 minutes exactly. He said nothing when he came inside, just quickly removed his clothes and climbed into bed with her. “I thought I told you not to move,” he said as his hand reached under her gown to caress a breast. “Like the song says...shut up and kiss me Roper.” She reached up and pulled his head down to hers kissing him hungrily. Their tongues dueled in their mouths fighting for control, his winning out in the end. Her hands were roaming down his back and sides while his free hand was seeking out her moistness. Roper was moving down her body and she stopped him, pulling his head up. “Oh no you don’t cowboy, your going to fuck me before you do anything else tonight.” Roper could hear the urgency in her voice, and he complied with her wishes. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and entered her slowly. He took long, slow strokes at first, then increased his tempo. He was pounding into her with each stroke of his cock. If the woman was the one leading in their sex play he enjoyed their slow lovemaking, but if Roper was the aggressor he liked his fucking fast and hard. He stopped long enough to pull her up and tell her to get on her hands and knees. He got behind her and rammed his cock back into her wet slit. He loved fucking this way, enjoyed seeing his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with each stroke. He reached forward and grabbed her hair wrapping it around his hand. He pulled but not enough to hurt only to control. He felt her body tense and knew she was going to come. She moaned as he felt her muscles tighten around his cock. He wasn’t ready to come as she had so nicely gotten him off in the car on the way home from dinner earlier that evening. He fucked her like that for a long time, then he pressed her down onto the mattress and rolled them both onto their sides so he could fuck her more slowly. He lifted her leg up over his, as he fucked her. She could feel his cock twitching inside her and knew he would be coming soon. “Roper I want you to be facing me when you come, I want to see your face, your eyes,” she told him breathlessly. He pushed her onto her back again and lifted her legs pressing them back into her chest as he slammed her hard with his cock. He was going to come and he had a feeling so was she. She tensed, her back arched and she covered him with her juices, Roper came right behind her filling her with his seed. He let her legs down and collapsed on top of her. “Roper....I want to ask you something, she told him softly. He lifted his head and looked at her, “what is it Kay?” “Why is there a picture of me in the bedside table?” Roper tensed. Fuck, he had forgot about the picture being there. He was trying to think of some lie to tell her but thought he had better just tell her the truth. “It’s my favorite picture of you that George had taken on one of his trips with your uncle.” “That didn’t really answer my question Roper and you know it. Why do YOU have it, and why is it here? He rolled off her and lay next to her, she was never going to believe him if he told her the truth. "I had a crush on you when George first started showing me the pictures of his trips up north. You were a little older than me, but it was a boyhood crush is all." “I might believe that Roper except that picture is one taken when I was 33, thirteen years ago and you were no boy then Roper. In fact I don’t remember George taking that picture but I do remember when it was." “Kay why do you look so sad in that picture? I’ve always wondered what it was that had made you look so lost and sad?” Kay knew exactly why she looked sad that day, she will never forget it. She had just found out that the man she loved with all her heart after divorcing her husband had been unfaithful to her. She had known for days but was trying to get all the hurt and crying out of her before telling him to get out of her life. She hadn’t wanted him to think she had fallen apart over it. She wanted him to think she was strong instead of how utterly weak she felt. It was that night that she finally had enough strength in her to tell him to leave. At first he denied it, and it was his denying it that gave her the added resolve to stay strong. When she had presented him with the facts he finally admitted defeat and left. He had tried to patch things up with her for two weeks. He would call her everyday, send flowers, leave messages on the machine when she wouldn’t answer the phone and then finally just showing up on her doorstep begging her to take him back. She had made it clear that she would never be able to trust him again. If he had lied and cheated once he would do it again. That night was the last time she saw him. She told Roper the whole thing and then asked him again why he had the picture. “You want the truth ok, but I doubt very much that your going to believe me.” He had sat up in bed running his hand through his hair like you do when you feel like you have no other choices to make. Kay stayed quiet giving him time to gather his thoughts so he could explain to her. “I told you that I had a crush on you most of my boyhood. I would even fantasize about you Kay. Each time George came home from a trip I was eager to see any new pictures he had of you. George was always explaining each one to me, where it was taken, when, what you were doing and so on. When he came back from one trip he told me you had gotten married and he didn’t like the guy one bit, neither did your uncle. He said he wasn’t even sure that you did. My heart broke. Some other guy was holding you, kissing you, and making love to you and I couldn’t stand it." "Six months later I met Sally and within a couple of months I asked her to marry me. I didn’t love her but I was hurt and lonely. She was a lousy wife, and we spent most of our time fighting. George didn’t like her either but he kept that to himself. When she found out I didn’t own the ranch she turned into a real shrew. George had known she was nothing but a gold digger and set her straight that I owned no part of the ranch like she thought." "She was pregnant and the whole pregnancy she complained about it. As soon as Mark was born she left. She wanted no part of him or of being a mother. I wasn’t going to let her get away with just deserting him so George convinced me to file abandonment on her and get full custody of Mark. We set it up that she would sign over all rights to him or she would have to pay child support. She was furious but as George said if she had found out that George had given me the ranch she would come back someday and try to make a claim against it." "She was pissed years later when she found out, she tried to become a mother and tried to get me to take her back. She did finally start seeing our son and over the years he has forgiven her for deserting him. George, his wife and Betty helped me raise Mark and he thinks of them as his grandparents." "Then George came back and told me that you had divorced your husband, I was very happy Kay. I had loved you all my life. I had been in love with your pictures never having met the woman in them. When George told me on his next trip that you had been living with someone I felt shot down again. I was going to go up north and meet you for myself and drag you back here. I was convinced I could make you love me Kay. Then he showed me that picture and I saw the lost and sadness in you and knew that I was still living in a damn fantasy world!" "I thought I had gotten over all of that when George told me you were coming to visit Chuck and would be coming here for a weekend. I really never intended for what happened to happen Kay, I couldn’t control myself. I have no other excuse for my behavior other than years of loving you." Kay had been shocked at first listening to his declaration of love for her, then as he talked more and more she knew this man had really and truly been in love with her for over 20 years. Kay had known last night that she was going to move here and that she wanted to get closer to Roper, she knew that she loved him and wanted to show him that she did. But she was afraid that he would never believe her after only knowing him for two days. “So tell me something Roper...would you make an honest woman of me or would we have to sneak around if I moved here?” “What are you saying Kay? I knew you would find this funny and not believe me but I swear to you this is no laughing matter to me at all.” She pulled him back down to her and kissed him tenderly. “Roper would you believe me if I told you that after only knowing you two days that I had fallen in love with you?” “Honestly, don’t play with me Kay not about this, I’m serious. I’ve been racking my brain all day trying to think up some reason how George could get your aunt and uncle to stay a couple more days. When the storm hit and I had to go out with the men I just knew I’d lost you. I was sure you would convince them to leave before I got back.” “Honestly Roper I’ve fallen in love with you......... now will you shut up and kiss me?” The Cowboy Ch. 04 I indistinctly remember awakening several times throughout the course of the day. Before I fell asleep, the last time I'd seen on the clock had been 4:30 am. After seeing flashes of 10, 11:30, and 1:20, I finally dragged myself out of bed close to three that afternoon. I dressed in comfortable sweats and left quickly to run errands. I stopped by my former job, highly upset that I did not appear to have a final paycheck waiting for me, and decided to drop by the student beauty salon in the local mall to get my nails done. While caught in a horde of shoppers who had all been set loose on the road at once, I began to wonder if I'd ever get through before I was due to meet Mike. I remembered mentioning to Mike that I wanted to get my nails done for my husband's return. He always mentioned how much he loved the feeling my fingertips elicited as I softly dragged them all over his skin. Mike simply sighed, and casually mentioned that he too appreciated long, pretty fingernails. I waited for what seemed like an eternity as a young lady who appeared to be mentally slow shuffled back and forth setting up her work station for me. When 30 minutes had passed and I was sure my expression was composed of only slightly veiled daggers, she finally approached me and told me that she was out of the crucial component needed to complete my French tips. I spent another 10 minutes getting a refund, and then headed out into the rain, upset at how close to sunset it was already. I drove around trying to find a nail place, paranoid that since it was already after 5 pm that they'd all be closed. I finally found one close to the local college, and rushed in so that they could immediately get to work on me. By that point, I was so frustrated with the way my day was going that I decided to spoil myself and get both the nails and the toenails done. A pedicure never felt so deliciously superb on my tired feet. The manicurist finished my hands quickly and expertly, and then his wife took her time in spoiling my aching feet and asking questions about my life, commenting on how beautiful and soft she thought my pale skin was. I left, thanking them both profusely, and sped back to my house. It was already close to the time at which Mike had suggested I meet him, and I didn't want to establish tardiness as a basis for his impression of me. He called as I was exiting the freeway for the small back road that led to my apartment complex. I told him I couldn't talk and would call him when I got home. I hit redial as soon as I walked in the door, cursing myself for sleeping in so late. He picked up on the first ring. "Hey...you about ready to head down this way?" he asked. "Actually, no. I slept in too late today and got a late start on running my errands. I just got back and I need to take a bath and get ready to come see you, 'cause I'm sure you don't want a smelly woman in your car," I rambled. He paused. "Well, it might be a little later before I can get to you to pick you up, so take your time. It's raining outside, so get here safely," he said. "Speaking of getting there, mind telling me where I'm going?" I laughed. "Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. "You have a pen and paper handy? It's really easy, and if you have any problems, you can just give me a call." I quickly scribbled down the directions he gave, repeating them back to him as I wrote and once again when I had finished. I told him I'd have to let him go if he wanted to see me before midnight, and we reluctantly disconnected. By that time, it was already drawing close to seven. I tore off my sweats and ran a bath. I poured in scented bubble bath so that my skin would absorb the sweet smell as I bathed. I carefully shaved my legs, admiring the pedicurist's handy work on my calves, feet, and toes. Smiling, I made a last minute decision to shave below the belt as a surprise for him, so that I could show him I had approval from my husband, rather than tell him. I bathed and washed my hair as quickly as possible. I stepped from the tub without really drying myself and sloshed water all over the bathroom floor. I frantically searched for my clothes, losing each piece as soon as I found it. Completely frustrated, I decided to skip getting dressed immediately in favor of putting on a face first. The friend I'd spoken to while watching The Graduate was online, and he watched me on my web cam as I carefully painted my eyes and lips, and slipped on my jewelry. He commented on the change and how beautiful he thought I was as I pulled my long hair from my towel and slowly started to brush it. I put in earrings, and debated about blow-drying my hair straight when I remembered Mike had mentioned something about liking wavy hair. I decided to brush it out and let it dry naturally wavy to entice him even more. I finally finished with my face and hair and found all my clothes. I quickly dressed and spritzed a little perfume into my cleavage and over the top of my head, enveloping my hair in its luscious scent. I bid farewell to my friend, shut down my camera, grabbed my purse, and practically ran out the door. I stopped to get gas and have my ego stroked. I loved the way I felt, and how all the men gazed longingly at my legs as they peeked out of the slit in my long black skirt when I walked. All the other women were dressed in sweats or comfortable clothes. I felt as if I were a goddess surrounded by the unworthy. After I got on the road, the rain picked up. This only encouraged me to drive faster, so that I could warm myself up in the heat of Mike's patrol car sooner. I was only 30 minutes from our specified meeting point when he called me. I had my cell phone tucked between my thighs so that I'd be able to feel the vibrations when the phone rang, since I had the radio up loud and was singing, as is my custom when driving. It was an innocent enough vibration until I looked at the screen and saw it was him. Suddenly, all the heat and tension of yesterday afternoon came rushing back in a crashing wave of nervous energy. I fumbled quickly with the radio, beating the rebellious volume knob into submission. I'm sure I sounded a little out of breath when I answered. "Hello?" "Hey, where are you?" he asked, sounding a little concerned. "I'm about 30 minutes away..." "I thought you were going to call me when you left? I was getting a little worried that we might not be able to get together tonight..." he continued. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to get on the road and get there as quickly as possible. In fact, I'm doing about 75-80 right now, trying to get there fast." "Oh shit....call me when you get to the High Five. Get your hands back on the wheel. It's rainy and people out there are driving like idiots!" he admonished. "I know....I was almost run off the road just now! I'll call you in about 20. Later darlin'." "See ya soon!" I hung up the phone and returned my focus to the road, more determined than ever to get there and pull myself together so I could at least have some semblance of my earlier confidence. I blew by the slow moving vehicles, and called Mike about 15 minutes later, telling him I was only a few miles from the High Five. "Shit, you're going fast!" he exclaimed. "You're going to get there before me. I'm about ten minutes away. How 'bout you meet me at Lowe's at the Park Avenue exit, and you can follow me to a place where it's safe to leave your truck." "Sounds good. Just passed the High Five, and I see the exit coming up in another couple miles. I'll be there shortly!" "Call me when you get there. Just wait for me in the parking lot." I got off the phone with him and concentrated on trying to get myself out of the high speed lane in time to catch the exit he'd specified and ascertain the general direction of Lowe's. I saw it on the left as I was braking on the off-ramp, and was there in no time. I sat waiting, not knowing from which direction he was coming, or in what kind of car he'd be. He had told me that his patrol car was in the shop for a little while, so I didn't know what to expect. So I sat there in the rain with the parking lights on and doors locked, waiting for him, hoping that my trip was going to be worth everything. Soon, I saw a car with a light bar on top enter the parking lot. It pulled in beside me, and I turned off the truck without thinking and started to get out. He motioned for me to roll down my window. "Follow me. We can drop off your truck first, somewhere safe," he told me. I got back inside and fastened my seat belt. I looked over a second before I put the truck in gear, and caught him shaking his head, and smiling that broad Cheshire grin to himself as he started to drive. Curiosity captured my thoughts, but I held them in check as we pulled out onto the main road. He led me to a nearby hotel that was part of his patrol route, where I parked. He pulled in next to me, and turned on his interior lights, leaning across the front seat to open the passenger door for me. I pulled out my umbrella and deliberately exited the cab of the truck as slowly as possible so that he could watch my legs. I have fabulous legs, and unfortunately I know it. Locking up, I stepped completely out and daintily avoided stepping in the little puddles that littered the parking lot as I made my way to his patrol car. I slid into the car and neatly closed the umbrella before pulling the door shut. I turned to look at him, and smiled as I caught him giving me a once-over. "Like what you see?" I taunted. "Wow....just wow. You are incredibly beautiful. I love your hair like that." "I know...I remembered you saying you like curly hair. Mine's not exactly curly, but wavy enough!" I chuckled. "You really do look amazing," he said, mesmerized. My confidence was quickly restored. "Thank you. I even got my nails and toenails done for you," I said, grinning, and showing him my hands before pulling up my skirt and setting my feet on the dashboard to show him my feet, clad in jeweled high-heeled sandals. I heard his sharp breath as he followed the curve of my calves up to my feet. "Wow...I never knew that toes could look so good. That actually is pretty damn sexy!" I giggled, basking in his admiration. I put my feet back down and smoothed my skirt over my legs. Turning to look at him, I smiled coyly as he reached for my face. "C'mere. I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you." Our lips met again, and it was just as jolting as the first time. It was soft like velvet, delicate but insistent, and every bit as arousing as it had been the day before. He pulled back, licked his lips and grinned lasciviously at me. I winked at him as he looked me up and down again, then sighed heavily as he put the car in reverse and backed out. We cruised around Dallas for awhile, checking specific places for signs of trouble. He showed me the local underground whore houses, strip clubs, where the drug dealers lived...all those little things he'd learned from years of doing his kind of work. At one point, I got a little hungry, so we stopped at a Sonic and ate. After repeating the order 5 times, the clerk still brought it out wrong, and I couldn't help but laugh as Mike vowed vehemently to never go there again. We chatted idly and innocently enough until he decided it was time to get back to work. Unfortunately, that night he had a whole bunch of paperwork to complete. As he piloted the car in and around the still wet streets of Dallas, I shifted in my seat, stretching out, and not making an attempt to conceal my legs. My pale skin practically glowed in the darkness. I watched his face. His eyes never left the road, but he sighed heavily and reached for my hand. "You're such a tease," he chuckled. "You've gotta stop that....can't have you distracting me from driving all night!" "Hehehe...you knew I was a tease well before you invited me out! How'd you see me anyway? You never turned your head, so you don't get to see the show," I said, feigning pouting. "Remember what I said about being aware of my surroundings? I may not look directly at you sometimes, but I see everything you do, and it's killing me again..." He shook his head and laughed to himself, while still clutching my hand. I blushed and was silenced for the time being. I was surprised at how easily I became accustomed to spending time with him. Most of the others had tried to use similar expressions of affection, and I had turned them all down. Hand holding and kissing were reserved for the man I love. But somehow, this particular man had me mesmerized. As we cruised the streets, I looked out the window and gasped suddenly as I felt a warm, callused hand come to rest on the top of my thigh. He absentmindedly stroked my skin with his thumb and raised his eyebrows as I turned to look at him. Before I could think of anything to say, he spoke. "God, your skin is so soft..." he mumbled faintly. "Well, I always put on lotion after I take a bath," I explained, amused. "I can definitely tell. It's nice....sexy as hell..." he drawled, sighing heavily again. I could already tell this was going to be one hell of a night. The tension was incredible. My body was so taught with expectation that I thought I was going to split down the middle. I don't even remember now how many subjects we flew through as he drove and I tried my hardest to divert his interest from keeping the car on the road. I do remember that hours passed in what seemed like minutes. He laughed when we crossed into the rich neighborhoods to check on a client's house, and I fell into a stunned silence, broken only by occasional mumblings of "Holy shit!" As we left, he pointed out a brand new strip club, and when I told him I had never been to one, offered to take me if I so desired. As I pondered my decision, I felt his hand shift upward deliberately. He pulled my skirt up to my waist, and I hissed with excitement at the sensations his skilled fingers were causing as they slid easily under my panties. He did all this while keeping his eyes on the road. I simply spread my legs a little wider to make it easier for him. He let out a stifled moan and told me he was amazed at how wet I was already, and I responded that I became that way just by thinking back to our kiss from the day before. I was silenced as he deftly located my clit and zeroed in on it, bringing me back to reality and keeping me focused on those calculated caresses. He definitely knew what he was doing! He sensed my level of arousal and was content to keep me balanced on the precipice of pleasure until he was ready to give me that final push into release. His gifted digits traced circles around my lips, and brushed my clit lightly. Soon, the air was redolent of sex. I was so far beyond excited that I was about ready to finish myself off when he went for the gold. He gently rubbed the sides of my little button faster and faster until my back arched and my ass shot up off the seat, my thighs clamped around his hand like a vise as I yelled into the blackness of the patrol car. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....." he moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as he ran his fingers swiftly under his nose and inhaled. "You smell absolutely delicious. I hope you remember your promise to let me taste you?" "Honey....after that, you can do anything you want! God, that felt so fucking good!" I panted. "Hehehehehe....I'm glad you liked it," he said, placing his hand back on my thigh. I sighed, contented for the time being as he continued his patrol, eyeing every crevice and dark space for possible criminal intent. We listened to music and discussed opinions on nearly every subject while he patiently patrolled, checked, and filled out paperwork. After a few hours of menial labor, we got a little hungry again and stopped by Burger king for a late dinner. It was a little after midnight. We ate quickly, speaking of trivial things. As we took off, his hand made its way up my skirt again. I moaned for him to stop. He took his hand away, and I immediately guided it back to its rightful place, specifying that I wanted him to stop the car. He asked me to give him a few minutes as he gave the car gas and sped away. Soon we pulled up to a building that we'd passed earlier that I'd thought was a junkyard. I asked why he was going there instead of stopping, and smiling that evil grin, he looked me square in the eyes as he told me there were no cameras. He backed the car into a docking bay and quickly shut it off. Instantly, we moved closer to each other and locked our lips together. He softly stroked my back, and brushed my hair with his fingers as his tongue danced lightly with mine. I ripped off my shirt, leaning back in the seat facing him, and he immediately figured out where I wanted his lips. His hands delicately peeled back the lacy bra, exposing my soft flesh. He murmured that my breasts were as beautiful as he'd hoped when studying them yesterday, and sampled the skin around my nipples with his masterful tongue. Just when I thought I would lose it if I didn't feel his lips on them, he sucked one into his mouth and lightly brushed it with his teeth, adjusting the pressure until my moans told him he was hitting exactly the right spots. By that point, he was nearly panting with desire as well. He urgently pulled my skirt around my hips again, tugged my panties down my legs and over my heels, and tried to contort his lean frame in the cramped space in order to taste me. I felt the feather-soft flutter of his tongue against my skin before he grunted and told me that position wouldn't work. Reluctantly, he pulled his tall form into a sitting position again and leaned over me, brushing his wet lips against mine. I could taste myself on his lips, and I was pleasantly surprised by the jolt of heat that ran through my body as the taste of his lips merged with my own juices in my mouth. His hand slipped back up my skirt as his tongue traced a path from my lips, down my neck, back to my bare chest. As the warmth of his mouth encircled my nipple once more, his fingers entered me for the first time, coaxing squeals and moans of delight from my trembling body. He hit a spot inside me that triggered an intense feeling of warmth inside me. A quiet fire consumed me from the inside out when he started rubbing his thumb against my clit, and lightly biting my nipple, and then I was thrashing in the seat, contracting, shaking, screaming my joy into the cold night air streaming in from the open windows. He kept gliding his long fingers between my legs, and was working me up again in no time. He pulled his face from my cleavage in order to kiss me. I pulled him close and whispered into his neck that I wanted him very badly. His response was to move into the middle of the front seat without a word, and remove his duty belt as I reached for a condom. My impatience took over, and I pulled his cock out of his pants before he could remove them. He was afraid of getting his uniform messy, so I allowed him a few seconds to get his pants down before slipping the condom onto his already hard dick. I climbed over him, straddling his lap, still fully clothed but with breasts bared, and gave him a violent kiss as I thrust my hips and took him inside me. His marble solidity contrasted with my burning, yielding flesh made me tremble and pause. He kissed my neck and subtly flexed his hips, reminding me to move. His hands flew to my ass and squeezed me hard as I picked up speed, throwing myself against him. My hips became a blur and my thighs were burning as we both let animalistic cries out into the night. He buried his face in my cleavage and sucked hard on my bouncing nipples when they came near, and like lightning, my body seized, jerking as if a sadistic someone was pulling strings attached to my limbs. I let out a wail that I'm sure could be heard in Fort Worth as he pulled me closer, riding out my orgasm. The Cowboy Ch. 04 I looked at his face, catching an expression of utter concentration giving way to a sheepish grin as I started to move once again, more slowly. The friction was absolutely delicious. We slid into a slow, easy rhythm, but it was getting incredibly hot in the car. I winked at him and reached over to open the door. He let out the most pitiful moan when I climbed off him and out into the night air. Leaning back in the doorway, I beckoned for him to follow me. Sighing, he slid carefully out of the car and followed me into the crisp night air. I walked to the back of the patrol car and bent over the trunk, looking over my shoulder at him. I motioned with my head that he was to take his place behind me, and lifted up my skirt to reveal my nude ass. He slowly approached me and ran his hands up and down my thighs, between my legs, and over my ass, feeling each part of my body with apparent admiration and approval. I jumped, shrieking as I felt a stinging slap fall against my backside. The scream was quickly quelled by a moan as my desperation surged even higher. I wondered momentarily if he would choose now to prove his comment about being a backdoor man, but found out where his preferences were when he roughly thrust himself into my wetness. A cry stuck in my throat as he held my hands down over the cold trunk, pressing my bare chest onto the frigid surface. He moved my hair off my neck with one hand, and then kissed and caressed the revealed skin as he slowly ground himself into me. He moved his hips in slow, graceful circles, pulling mine into his lolling rhythm, touching places inside me that had never before been stimulated in such a way. We continued this slow undulation for a few deliciously slow moments until my movements told him I was ready for him. He grabbed my hair with one hand, and firmly pulled on it just enough to snap my head back, but not hard enough to hurt me. Holding my head back, my visage turned to the sky and the full moon, his other hand on my hip, he moved faster....faster....began slamming into me, harder....deeper....then came the crack of his hand meeting the soft flesh of my ass. I could feel my wetness running down my legs as he whispered for me to try and keep quiet. I masked my cries with my hands clamped in front of my mouth as he groaned quietly deep inside his throat. His movements became labored and sporadic, and I could actually feel him spasming inside me as he reached his own peak. Exhausted, he fell against me, pressing me again into the chilly surface of the car. He breathed heavily into my hair, panting against my neck, his heart rate hard and fast against my back as he recovered. He moved and I flexed involuntarily. Our hips moved in small circles and figure eights with minds of their own as we both came down from our highs. Finally having recovered enough to speak, he kissed my cheek and said simply "Wow." Smiling to myself, I pushed him back gently and turned to face him. I planted my lips on his and slid my tongue into his mouth. "Wow indeed," I whispered as I teased his tongue with my own. His hands skimmed around behind my back and pulled me closer to him as we made out like teenagers next to his patrol car. He stepped back, cleaning himself up and pulling his pants back up. I climbed back into the car and left my panties off. He followed. Glancing at the clock, we were both astonished to see that an hour and a half had passed since we parked in the loading bay. It was time for him to meet an associate at the office to let her in for her late night shift. Kissing me one last time and murmuring wow to himself again, he put the car in gear and pulled out into the night. Driving to the office, he assured me that he would only be gone moments. I slipped my panties back on while he was inside, wanting to show them to him soon. He had shown an appreciation for the smooth curve of the female derriere clad in lace, and I intended to milk that particular taste for all I could. He came back, and we went to a local convenience store to use the restrooms and get something to drink. After that, we checked out a local apartment complex. I freaked out as he withdrew his gun and told me to stay in the car and lock the doors in case he had to get out. Thankfully, nothing happened, and we kept driving. He drove to one place and another, checking locks and lights, and keeping up with his paperwork. Soon, I was interested in just getting back to that dock as soon as possible. Watching him walk around in that uniform with the duty belt on was thrilling...professionalism with a hint of danger, not to mention I knew what sparked behind those glacial eyes. I casually stroked at my legs, feigning an itch every so often, and subtly slipping my skirt further up. A few times, I leaned back, closing my eyes, and with a deep sigh, ran my fingernails lightly over the top of my chest and over the outside of my shirt. Grinning to himself, his hand made itself at home on my thigh again. I looked at him as the streetlights washed over his face, winked, and ran my tongue lightly over my lips. The night was far from over...