0 comments/ 14597 views/ 2 favorites The Fur Side of Leather and Lace By: FurBob I'll be your cowboy You can be my lady I'll give to you my leather You can give me your lace Cody My name is Cody. I run 5000 head on 20,000 acres of prime Wyoming land. I call it the Rocking J ranch. Been pasturin' part of the herd up in the high country. But its late October now and I gotta get 'em back to the holding area. It's already snowed up here last night. That and the damned wolves.....killed another 5 head last night. They only ate one. This pack kills for the fun of it. Colder than a well-digger's ass today. More snow supposed to be coming tonight. I pull what's left of my ragged leather sheep-skin coat closer around my face. Damned things wearin' out. Have to get a new one sometime. We're on this narrow back road, towering mountains on both sides. I've got 'em almost all the way down when I spot this car off of the road. Can't see what's the matter. Looks like a tourist. Local folks don't drive Mercedes around these roads. As I get closer, I see the out-of-state license plate that confirms my first thought. "Colorado, huh!" I say to myself. I drive the cattle past the car. As I come up to the car, I stop and swing down out of the saddle. I walk over to the driver's window. As I come up to the car, the driver's window slides down with a mechanical whine. I expected to find a man's face, instead I find a young woman looking at me. A woman. Wow! Haven't seen one around here in a long time. Well, except on the satellite hook-up I've got at home. I'm standing at the window now and a smell of perfume hits me in the face. Suddenly I become aware of just how bad those cows and, probably I, smell. This is a very wealthy and sophisticated lady, and very young. I feel pretty outta place standin' next to this Mercedes. Angel I sit here scolding myself for coming up here all alone. However, I just needed the time off. Since I have taken over my family's business, I haven't had a real vacation in two years. I had to get away from the pressure. I don't have any relationships, nothing but my work, and my furs. I haven't anyone to share my furs with. My family's business has made me very wealthy. I can afford anything I want. I have gone out and indulged myself in some jewelry pieces that I like. I like jewelry, but my main extravagance, is furs. I love furs and have purchased several coats. My collection is already extensive. I have minks for air travel because they are slim and compact. I have foxes of all types, some with hooded parkas for sporty events. I have the full-length foxes for more elegant evenings, but I wear them with blue jeans too. And then I have my pride and joy... a full length, custom-made Siberian Barguzin Golden Sable. Especially made for me by a New York furrier. I had never heard of a Barguzin sable until I went to New York on one of my business trips. This sable is the most expensive, luxurious, fur money can buy. Once I saw this matchless fur, and touched it, I could NOT live without it! My coat cost more than $200,000, but it is worth every penny. It has a cape/collar that can double as a hood. I melt into its soft, sumptuous luxury every time I put it on...often when I am naked. Sometimes I just lay it on my bed and lay down in its deep softness and pleasure myself. For this trip, I just brought along two of my full-length foxes (a silver and a northern lights fox). I also brought my Golden Island fox bed spread, a sable –trimmed night gown and some toys. And, of course, my beloved sable. This guy comes down the road, herding cattle past my car. As he gets to my car he stops and gets down off his horse. He looks taller when he's on his horse. When he walks up to my car he walks like he's more accustomed to riding a horse. He has sort of a limp. His face is very tan, almost leathery looking. In fact, he's dressed in leather from his spurred boots and chaps all the way up to his leather sheep-skin coat which is badly worn. I see the gun on his hip and the one on his saddle. This makes me somewhat nervous. But what really makes me nervous is his scruffy, unshaven almost dangerous appearance. Is this how all cowboys look when they're working? Cody Come to think of it, I've been so busy I haven't seen a real woman for 6 months! The only woman I've seen during that time is a Playboy magazine that one of my riders has. He takes it out every once in awhile and looks at this lady in a centerfold. It's a picture of a blonde woman standing next to a car with a pair of binoculars in her hand. She has a pair of thigh-high leather boots on and a red fur jacket. She also has a pair of sunglasses on, and that's it! Every time I see it, it kinda makes me warm inside and a little nervous. This gal is just as pretty as that Playmate. Her hair is a dark blonde. She's pulled her hair back and put it up somehow so I can't tell how long it is. I sure like women with long hair. Makes them look sexy and all that stuff. Yup, even with her hair pulled back, she's beautiful. Her eyes are slightly almond shaped. I think she's in her early 20's. Angel When he's about up to my car, he smiles. It's a warm, sincere smile. Even disarming. Against my better judgment, I roll down my window. Any way, I've been sitting here for 5 hours and he's the only person who has come down this road. The car is getting cold too. I pulled on my silver fox coat awhile ago, not just for warmth but for some comfort too. I can't say it has been a total waste of time. I have been playing with my fur...teasing my breasts and pleasuring myself. I'm wet already... I'll have to keep my coat closed so it won't show. However, it's really too cramped in here to do a whole lot of fur sex. I wonder if I'll have enough time tonight to do something about it. As I roll down my window, the cold wind bites at my neck and face. I pull the large fur collar up. It has a huge three skin collar on it. I love how it surrounds my face with softness. He's at my window. Even the cold air isn't enough to take away the wood smoke smell. But what can I do? Cody She's got this fur coat on. It's got long, dark hairs tipped with white. She's pulled the collar up around her neck and face. It frames her face and hair real nice like. Her mouth is just the right size with lips that seem to like to laugh. But she's not laughin' now. Nope. She looks really stressed, even almost afraid. I wonder if the sight of me is scarin' her with my Colt sidearm and Winchester rifle, and all. Plus, I guess I haven't shaved in days. I'm up to the window now, and I say, "What seems to be the problem Miss?" I say as softly as I can. Don't want to scare her any more than she is already. She seems to recover quickly and says, "I don't know. The car was running and then just stopped. The gas gauge says I have enough gas. " I say, "Well, I have to finish takin' my herd down to the pens. I'll be back in about a half an hour." She doesn't look very happy. The worried look starts to creep back over her face. I say with a big grin, "Don't worry. I'll come back with a car to pick you up. You won't have to ride a horse." She's dressed real fine. And she's obviously been to college. I can tell by the way she talks. Then I stop grinnin' and say' "Just sit tight. Don't get out of the car. There's a pack of wolves that've been following the herd. Just better stay inside the car. I'll be right back." I don't want to scare her any more than she is already, but I don't want her gettin' into trouble either. Up here in the mountains, you're the tourist and Nature is really the one who's in charge. Her brow deepens into a furrow. Her eyes look like they're wellin' up. I turn around and walk back to the car. I take my gloves off and kneel down by the window. "There's nothin' to be afraid of', I say, "Just stay in the car. If they show up, they'll stay away from the car anyway. That's why I want you to stay inside it." The furrow disappears from her brow, and her eyes clear too. I say in the most reassuring, soothing voice I could muster. "I'll be right back." She manages a little smile and quietly says, "Please hurry." I get up and tip the brim of my hat to her. I remount my horse and gallop off to catch up with the herd. It hasn't gone very far down the road. I get the herd down to the pens in record time. I'm not used to hurrying like this. It's just that there's one scared little lady up there. I ride a half mile further and get back to my house. I take just enough time to splash some water on my face, put some after-shave on and change my clothes. I jump into my Grand Cherokee and take off back up the canyon. It's about 4 o'clock when I reach her car, and the first shadows are covering the road. I get out of my Jeep and check around the place before I come back up to her window again. No sign of the wolves. By the time I get to the car, she has opened the car door. She steps out and I'm sure my jaw dropped clean down to my belt. Out comes this beautiful young woman in a long fur coat. Her coat falls open and I get an eye-full of almost two whole breasts! She's got this dress on with a real low front on it trimmed in see-through lace. Sure beats lookin' at a picture!! This isn't the kind of dress that you'd wear drivin' around these hills. She has shiny black high heels on. I notice that she's about as tall as me too. Yep! This is a city girl with money to burn. She comes right up to me and throws her furry arms around my neck and kisses me right on the lips!! I can't help but feel the fur caressin' my neck and the sides of my face. Her fur collar also brushes my face. It feels so soft. It's the first time I notice her perfume too. Best thing I've smelled for a long time. She's a little teary, but happy. She says, "Thank you for coming so soon!" She then notices my jacket that I threw on as I dashed out the house. "Aren't you cold?" she asks. "Yeah a little." I say. She asks, "Is my coat helping at all?" "Sure is." I say. I linger in her embrace for a minute since she seems to be willin'. I briefly nestle my face into her fur collar and rest a minute, breathin' in her sweet perfume and enjoyin' the warmth of her and her sliver fox coat. Finally I say, "Let's get your car unloaded, it's gettin' dark." She gives me another squeeze and then slowly releases me from her furry, warm, sweet embrace. I didn't want to let go either. The growin' lump in my jeans will attest to that! But I don't want to be caught out here with a woman if that wolf pack suddenly makes an appearance. "Damned wolves!" Angel I didn't expect him to come back so soon. The shadows were starting to cover the narrow canyon. I was so relieved that I flung the car door open and rushed to greet him. At that point I didn't care what he looked like. As I get closer to him, I see he has changed his clothes. He doesn't have his gun either. With the light jacket, he almost looks like he might live in the city. I drop my reservations about him and run to him. I throw myself into his arms, and throw my arms around his neck pressing myself full up against him.. I press my mouth to his and give him a deep, moist kiss too. "How can I be doing this?" I ask myself. I can't help it. This cowboy stirs an inner primitive part of me. With this man, what you see, is what you get. After our long, warm furry embrace, He starts to put my things in his car. I notice a slight bulge in his pants that wasn't there before. So I got a reaction from him...Mmmm good! I've introduced sophisticated powerful men to fur. They were usually very easy and their skin was soft. Their hands were smooth. But I've never tried making fur love to a man who is as rough and rugged as this. His hands are rough and look almost leathery like his sun-tanned face. He's the direct opposite of anyone I've ever made fur love to. There is an air of self-sufficiency about him...like he doesn't need anyone. But that bulge in his pants tells me something different. He asks me about all of this luggage. I give him a quick easy answer. If I decide to introduce him to my passion, I'll show him everything that is in there and more. Cody We walk over behind her car and unlock the trunk. I take one look. "You figurin' on staying somewhere for a spell?" I ask. She says, "I just brought what I thought I would need." Well, I back my Cherokee up to the back of her car and proceed to put her fur coats and four suitcases in, plus a number of other smaller boxes and another larger, somewhat heavy box. It's gettin' dark in the canyon by the time I get all of her belongs into my Cherokee. I notice that she has several fur coats that she's brought along on her trip. One thing for sure, this little lady sure likes her furs!! The softness of these furs makes my crotch a bit itchy. Oh well, the wind is even colder and bitter now. That sure takes care of my hard-on. It's limp as a soaking-wet towel . We lock-up her car and get on the road. I offer to take her to Jackson. It's 2 hours away. "Or, you can stay at my place tonight. It's just down the road a couple of miles. You can have your own room. I've got at least three bedrooms to choose from." I say. She appears to think about it for a minute or two. "I think I would like to go home with you for the night." She says with a very warm smile. "I've never been inside a real cowboy's home." She says, "Thank you again for coming so soon. I would like to get to know you a bit better. By the way, My Name is Angel, what's your name?" "Cody." I say. "Cody Jacobs" "It's nice to meet you Cody." She then places her hand on my thigh. I feel the cuff of her sliver fox fur even through my jeans. It makes my crotch start itchin' again. Angel smiles at me. It's not just a friendly smile either. "You're not only a cowboy, but a gentleman too." I say, "Don't go puttin' me up on a mantle, please. I have very selfish reasons. Young, beautiful women just don't show up around here everyday. " She smiles again, "Thank you again." She doesn't take her hand off my leg until we arrive home. On the way down the canyon, I sneak several glances at her and her coat. In the wanin' sunlight, her plush silver fox shines in the light. Seein' her in the coat stirs me up inside. That and the fact that she occasionally lifts her hand off my thigh and softly brushes her coat's soft cuff over my thigh. My cock is startin' to grow again. I wonder if she's doin' it on purpose. Angel We pull up to Cody's house. It's almost dark now, but I can tell that it is a rather large home. It has rock facing on a part of it. I can also see two chimneys. We drive up to the front door. Cody hops right out and opens my door and helps me step down. He then opens the front door and ushers me in. The place hardly looks lived in. I ask, "Do you have anyone living with you?" "Nope." he says. My Mom and Dad passed away years ago and my brother went off to college and never came back. Ranchin' just wasn't for him." As I step inside, Cody flips the lights on. The whole house is paneled in knotty pine paneling. Not the cheap kind, but real wood. We walk into the living room and Cody turns on the lights in here. All of the furniture is leather. On the leather furniture is spread a number of large fur throws. I go up to the couch and pass my hand over the fur. They are all coyote! I say, "All of these furs are coyote, aren't they?" Cody nods. "Durin' the winter, I go varmit huntin'. That's what we call coyotes around here. I usually get twenty or thirty a year. We get prime pelts durin' the winter. I sell some and keep some of the best ones for myself." I could see that. The pelts were exquisite and deep with shades running from a light cream color to dark grayish with amber colored under fur. As I sit down, Cody starts a fire in the huge rock-faced fireplace. It is still cold in the house. Cody says, "You might want to keep you coat on until it warms up in here." I'm very happy with his suggestion. My panties are still wet, no, even wetter after I played with him on the way down. I wonder if he likes furs. I caught him sneaking glances at me all the way down here. And he didn't seem to mind me stroking his leg with my fur...if the bulge in his pants is any indication. The thought that he might play with furs excites me. Cody says, "Excuse me for a while. I'm goin' to get your things and put them in the first bedroom down the hall, and then I'm goin' to get cleaned up. Please make yourself to home. The kitchen is right here off the livin' room." He said motioning to the right. "Please help your self if you're hungry." With that he went out and started bringing in my things. In a few minutes, I hear the shower start to run. I get the overwhelming urge to explore the house. I wonder what his bedroom looks like. Walking quietly down the hallway I peek into two bedrooms before I find his. I see the bedroom where Cody has placed my things. He has hung-up my coats and placed my luggage at the foot of the bed. He has also taken my king-sized Golden Island fox bed spread and spread it on the queen-size bed. It drapes very nicely over the side of the bed. It is a large room with a king-sized bed. So he is curious about my furs. Good. I step into Cody's room for a look. It is a large wood paneled master bedroom. The knotty pine woodwork softly glows in the lamp light. The bathroom door is closed, but I can see the light on under the door. A leather couch is over on one wall covered with a huge coyote blanket. There's a fur rug all around the bed. I walk over to look at it. It is a coyote rug. It forms a six foot border around his bed. His bed also has a fur bed spread. I don't recognize the fur. I go up to the fur and stroke it with my hand. It's like coyote only not the same color. Could it be wolf? I think so. The blanket is huge, draping over the sides of the king-sized bed all the way to the floor!! I turn around and notice a huge wolf pelt hanging on the wall. It must be 7 feet long!! And that's not counting the tail. The shower turns off. I quietly walk out and back to the kitchen. I get a tingling, excited feeling deep down inside just looking at all of that fur. His bedroom is literally dripping in fur! Cody returns to the living room after a while. He is shaven, nicely dressed and is wearing a delightful cologne. He sits down beside me on the coyote covered couch. The fire has warmed the room considerably. I open my coat exposing my front. Cody can't seem to take his eyes off of me. But he doesn't say anything. I also notice, as Cody walks in, that he was limping slightly. I ask, "Cody why are you limping?'' Cody then takes his eyes off of me, and looks at the fire. "Damned wolves." he almost growls. "Why do you keep saying 'Damned wolves' " I ask. Cody doesn't speak for a while. He just stares at the fire. When he does, it makes my heart ache and my blood turn cold. Cody "I was lookin' for strays up in a box canyon north of here. I wasn't payin' attention to my surroundings as I should've been. Let myself get cornered by the wolf pack. They slipped in behind me and closed off the only way out of the canyon. We stood each other off until sun down. Just before dark, they circled me and my horse and attacked. Best horse I ever had." I said in almost a whisper. "Wolves don't just kill to eat. They kill for sport too....especially when they're in a pack. I lost count at twenty of 'em before my horse finally spooked. I was able to kill 3 of 'em with my rifle before my horse threw me. Went down hard. When I hit the ground, they rushed me. I got another one, before they got to me. They took some hunks of meat outta my upper left leg. One went for my throat. He was the pack leader. " "I swung at 'em with my rifle butt and got 'em far enough off so I could fire another few shots. I got the leader and four others. Wounded a couple more with my 45 Colt. In all, I got 8 that day. I've tracked down the pack several times and shot more. I beat 'em that time."