“I’ll drive home.” You say as you hop into the driver’s seat and adjust it forward. Also fixing the mirrors. The diesel engine roars to life.
“Are you sure you can drive this?” she says after she checked the trailer and hitch.
“It’s been a while, but I worked a delivery job when I was in college. I’ve got this. I won’t hurt your truck nor harm Sandy.”
“Are you really going to let him drive your truck?” Sonja asks.
“We’ll see how well it goes. It might be the last time.” Rebecca jokes.
“Good luck. Call me before you go to ‘Big Earl’s’.”
Rebecca tips her hat as you shift into first gear and release the clutch.
It has been a few years since you last drove a standard transmission vehicle, but once you get onto the highway, it feels okay. There isn’t much traffic in your direction, so you relax a bit, keeping an eye in the mirrors and on the trailer.
“You do know what you’re doing.” She says as she puts her head on your shoulder. “I might take up your offer and grab a few winks. Did you really enjoy today?”
“I did. I still feel like I don’t really know what’s going on in the ring, but I am so proud of how well you did. And I’m happy to meet Sonja. I take it she’s the partner you mention from time to time.”
“Uh-hu.” She responds as she closes her eyes, with her head still on your shoulder.
“Ok. Rest well, my Rodeo Queen. I’ll get you home safely.” You say, keeping your hands on the wheel and focused on driving.
She wakes up as you turn from the highway onto the country roads. “Did you get a good nap?” you ask as she straightens up.
“Not bad. And we are almost home. Park the truck next to your car, then we can off-load everything and put Sandy in the stable.
As the sun sets and the yard lights come on, you help her by carrying in her bags, filling the water buckets, and then disconnecting the trailer. Both of you push it next to the barn.
“Ok, now what?” you ask, pulling off your rawhide gloves. She walks next to you, hugs you tightly, and kisses you. “We both need a shower before we go out. Come up and join me.” “Yes, my Queen.” You respond, reaching up and kissing her firmly.
The hot water from the shower feels good on your skin. You didn’t realize that you used your muscles so much today. Soaping up a washcloth you, wash Rebecca’s back and ass, continuing down her legs. Her muscles feel so strong and firm as you rub and scrub her skin. Then she rinses and turns her front to you. Her dark nipples are hard as you wash her chest and abdomen. “If we weren’t going out, I would suck those nipples and finger your sweet pussy.” The soapy washcloth continues moving down her body. You feel your dick harden. Between her sexy body and the hot shower, you are feeling so turned on. She grips your dick. “You are right, we need to finish up and get dressed. If not, I’d devour you until you’re spent.” “When we get back from Earl’s?” you ask, still hard with anticipation. “Or maybe sooner.” She says kissing you, her tongue thrusting into your mouth. “Whatever you want, my love.” You sigh as she turns off the water and you grab towels.
The soft, thick cotton towels feel so good on your skin as you dry yourself off. You were going to dry her first, but she takes her towel and heads for the bedroom. “If I let you dry me, we’d never leave the bathroom tonight.” She comments playfully.
You keep a couple of outfits at her place, just as she does at yours. You both agreed that waking up and putting on the previous day’s clothes was okay but not ideal. Wearing a polo shirt and khaki slacks, you look clean and presentable. “Honey, I need to get you some cowboy clothes. You look nice as always, but tonight you might stick out a bit.” She says as she has on a long skirt, a plaid shirt, and clean boots. “No stockings or panty hose?” you ask. She raises her skirt to show her bare legs. “No. I like how this feels on my legs when I dance.” She moves closer to you and whispers into your ear, “And it provides you easier access, if I get horny.” She then kisses your cheek.
“Damn. You want me hard before we leave the house, don’t you?” you respond. “Ok, so are we taking your truck, my SUV, or driving separately?”
“It’s a Saturday night and unless you have somewhere to go tomorrow morning, why don’t we take your car. If you drive, I’ll navigate.”
“Whatever you want. You lead, and I’ll follow.” You say as you grab your pea-coat.
“One last thing. Why don’t you wear one of my jackets instead. That way you blend in a bit better.” She offers.
“Ok.” You say as you pull your keys and wallet from your coat and put them in a fleece lined denim jacket she has hanging by the door. She has a few of them and you pick one that is clean and looks hardly worn. It’s a little big on you, but you like that it has lots of pockets. “That looks good on you. You can keep it.” She says with a smile.
After a second of snapping the snaps, you adjust your shoulders and arms, and feel how it fits. It is comfortable, but then a thought enters your mind.
“Are you ashamed of how I look?”
“Oh no, Honey. I have just seen trouble at cowboy bars like ‘Big Earl’s’ before. Not all of the locals are tolerant of newcomers. And sometimes there is trouble before you can even sit down. I just want to go out, have fun, drink and dance with you. If you are dressed like a cowboy, you blend in a bit more, but I am not embarrassed to be seen with you. Are you embarrassed by me?” She asks with a serious tone to her voice.
You reach up and put your hands on her face. “I am always proud to be with you. You are strong, beautiful, and talented. You are everything I want.”
“You are everything I want too.” She says and hugs you tightly. Your face pressing down into her full breasts.
“Okay, enough of that. I like the jacket. Maybe tomorrow we can get me a Stetson to go with it.”
“I think you would look better with a Fedora. Real cowboys wear hats that fit and are comfortable. You need a brim that goes all the way around your head but isn’t too big or too small. A wide brim Stetson looks good on a large man, but out of place on a smaller one, just as a smaller brim hat looks wrong on a larger man.” She explains.
Stepping out of the house, the early evening air is cool but still damp. You breathe it in and put your hands in the pockets of the jacket, thankful for the fleece lining.
As you walk to your car, you continue, “So you really know about hats?”
She chuckles, “Hats are another needed piece of equipment. Just like gloves and boots. You want the right one for the right job.”
She gets in. Her skirt rides up a bit showing her lovely legs. You glance down.“So sexy.” You say in a breathy exhale and start the engine.
She takes her phone and calls Sonja. “We are leaving the house. Yes, see you soon.”
During the drive, she talks about hats, boots, ropes and other things you really hadn’t thought about. As you talk about ropes, a thought crosses your mind. “So if you wanted to tie me up in bed, what kind of rope would you use?”
Without thinking, she says “Silk, Cotton, or a smooth nylon. Something that wouldn’t leave too many marks or be rough on your skin.”
“Really? Have you used ropes on your lovers before?” you ask, genuinely curious.
She gets quiet for a moment. “Yes…” You are still focused on the dark highway, but you feel like she is blushing. “When I was younger, my boyfriend at the time, wanted to try somethings we saw in porn movies. We used rawhide, hemp, sisal, and a few other things we had handy. Rope burns aren’t a pretty thing and having to explain how you got rope burns on your wrists to your buddies or your boss, isn’t a good thing either.”
You chuckle at that, thinking about going into the office, meeting with a client, and having your wrists covered because you have rope burns on them.
“It isn’t funny.” She says, thinking that you are laughing at her.
“Of course it isn’t my Queen. I am just thinking about if you left marks like that on me.”
She leans next to you. “I always want to play with you, but I never want to hurt you.”
You put an arm around her, “I know. And it is good to know that if we want to use ropes in bed, you have thoughts about how to do it safely.”
After a few minutes, she asks “Do you want to be tied up? You saw what I can do to a calf.” You shake your head and chuckle again. “Not really. I love how you are during sex. I don’t need tied up or bound, and I’m not really interested in doing that to you. But if in the future we wanted to try something different, it’s good to know you already have a plan.”
“So, what are your thoughts on pegging?” she asks.
You pause for a moment “I’ve never tried it, nor really thought about it. It is something…”
She then breaks out in fits of laughter after seeing the slightly scared expression on your face, lit by the headlights of the oncoming traffic. “I’m kidding. I love how you lick my pussy and how your hard cock feels inside of me. I’m not interested in filling your ass. But the look on your face was priceless.”
The rest of the ride she changes the subject to line dancing. You have danced with her, previously, but you really didn’t know many line dances. You mention how you will do your best to follow your lead.
Pulling into the gravel parking lot, you weren’t sure what to expect. There is an old neon sign saying, “Big Earl’s”. The windows have lit signs like “Cold Beer” “On Tap” and “Cerveza”. Your SUV doesn’t look too out of place. You see lots of pick-up trucks and Jeeps, but also a few SUVs including the same make as yours. As you step out of the car, you can hear the country music and feel the thump of feet dancing.
Inside you smell beer, food, perfume, and sweat. You really aren’t a huge country music fan, but you know Rebecca enjoys it. You love seeing her happy, and you enjoy dancing with her. Rebecca sees Sonja and leads you to a small round table. She has a plate of nachos and a mostly full glass of beer. “You timed that well. My food just arrived.” She says pointing to the plate. “Dig in.” and she waves for the waitress. Whereas Rebecca has on a long skirt and plaid top, Sonja has on tight jeans and a black top with white embroidery. Both of them look so beautiful. She looks at you, “So what’ll you have?”
You think for a second. If you were at your local brew pub, you would have the lager or a blonde ale, but you don’t want to tell these women that you “Want a blonde.” So you just smile and ask “What do they have on tap?” “We’ll ask.” She responds as the waitress comes over. The waitress rattles off the major brands on tap and you pick one that you like. It’s not your favorite but it’s the kind of thing that goes well with chips and snacks.
You take off your jacket and place it on the back of your chair. The air in the bar is a little warm.
In a couple of minutes she returns. Rebecca hold up her beer “Here is to another good day of roping and riding.” “Amen to that Sister.” Sonja says clinking her glass. You clink theirs and take a sip. The music changes and the intro notes to a fast line dance starts. Rebecca puts down her glass and grabs both you and Sonja. “Come on” she says pulling you onto the dance floor. You line up between the ladies and do your best to follow the moves. It isn’t too hard. It’s just something you aren’t used to doing. By the end of the song you think you finally have all of the steps. The next song is similar. But of course, the steps are a bit different. This one slides more, whereas the previous one stepped more, but you do your best. You start to sweat a bit. Rebecca smiles at you every time she turns towards you. When the song ends you head back for your beer. The ladies follow.
“You weren’t too bad out there.” Sonja says. “I expected far worse.”
You take a sip from your beer. “Really, why’s that?”
“Earlier today, you looked like a longshoreman, and now you look like a guy from an insurance commercial.” She says drinking from her glass.
Rebecca gives you a sideways hug, “I know you can dance, regardless of how you are dressed.”
You think about it for a moment, looking at these two beautiful tall women. “You both are probably use to people thinking you don’t match their expectations. I mean, Sonja, I only noticed a few black cowgirls competing today. And Rebecca, my queen, there weren’t too many women competing in Tie Down. So anyone going up against both of you would be pleasantly surprised.” You say holding up your glass.
“Here is to breaking expectations.” Sonja says. “Amen” Rebecca responds.
The night goes on like this for a while. Sonja or Rebecca hearing a song they want to dance to and going onto the floor, pulling you to be their partner. You expected to dance with Rebecca, but you enjoy dancing with Sonja too. Both ladies are enjoying themselves.
Rebecca moves her chair closer to yours and from time to time rubs your thigh. Whispering into your ear how horny she is.
“Why’d you get two? Hell, they’re head taller than you.” A drunken cowboy says, coming over from the bar towards your table. “What you ladies need is a real man.”
Rebecca turns “Oh, I have a real man. Why don’t you go sleep it off cowboy?”
“We’re fine right here. Do as my friend says and call it a night.” Sonja comments politely.
“He’s just a little shrimp. You gals need a man who packing some real meat.” He says grabbing his crotch.
Sonja steps up to him and looks him eye to eye. “You have no clue what he’s packing. Nor what I really need. So why don’t you sit back down, or better yet go home.”
“Fucking dykes.” He swears as he turns.
“Dumbass limp dick wanna be.” She responds.
“Bitch” he says and goes to hit her. She catches his hand and locks her boot behind his, putting him on the bar floor.
“Be thankful I don’t have a tie down handy, or I’d hog tie you like the little bitch you are.” She says with more venom in her voice than you expected.
You stand up and grab your jacket. “Ladies. Why don’t we call it night? I know I had fun and we need to drive home before it gets too late.”
Sonja grabs her drink and finishes it. “Yeah, you are right. If I don’t stop now, I might do or say something that gets me in trouble.” The drunk cowboy is still lying on the floor looking confused as to how he got there. A guy, probably one of his buddies, comes over and helps him up. “I told you to let them be.”
Outside, the air feels so much colder. You start up your car as Rebecca hugs Sonja. “Are you sure you are okay?” “Yeah, just another dumb ass. Thanks for coming out tonight. Maybe we can do this again, sometime.”
“I know of a couple of brew pubs in the city, I would love to show you.” You yell out the window. “I might take you up on that.” She yells back.
Rebecca gets in and you head out.
“Did you have fun?” She asks you as she looks for a country music station on the radio. “I did. Sonja is a good dancer. Too bad she didn’t have a date. There were a few double couple dances that we could have done. I hope that drunk didn’t spoil your mood.”
She leans against you again and slowly caresses your thigh. “No. Not at all. Do you want to feel?” She asks as she takes your right hand and places up under her skirt. Her legs feel so smooth and warm as you move higher up to her damp panties.
“Mmmm. Are you wet because of me?” You respond in a seductive tone.
She kisses your cheek and whispers into your ear, “Of course. You are a real man and packing everything I want.”
You sigh and smile. “Let me focus on driving. I would hate to get into an accident.”
She playfully licks your ear. “Ok. I’ll wait.” As she turns up the music.
Once you are home, you go directly to her bedroom. The brass frame bed always reminds you of something from a western movie. She goes to undress but you stop her.
“Wait. Sit on the bed.”
She sits, a couple of buttons on her blouse are undone. You take her right foot and slide off her boot. The cotton sock on her foot is warm and damp. You slowly pull it off and rub the bottom of her foot. “Oooohhh.” She says and lies back on the bed. The bottom of her foot is rough but you rub it and massage it. “That feels so good. But why?”
You kiss the top of her foot. “You have been on them all day, you won one of your events, and you have been dancing. A foot massage can be excellent foreplay.” You then pull off the left boot and sock. As you massage her left, she softly moans in pleasure. “Damn. I love it. But just lick my pussy.” She says almost impatiently.
You chuckle. “Good things come to those who wait.” You say as you set down her foot and then pull her to a sitting position. Slowly you finish unbuttoning her blouse and then slide it off her arms. You kiss her lips, then her neck.
You reach behind her and unclasp her bra. You kiss her right shoulder as you slowly slide the straps down her arms. You can tell she has been drinking. She is always horny and a little impatient when she’s had a few. “Dammit. Suck my nipples. Don’t tease me.” She begs. Her dark nipples are so hard with anticipation. You smile “Of course my Rodeo Queen.” And then lick around her right nipple before sucking it firmly. She puts a hand on your head and grips your hair as you suck it harder. You move your left hand up her skirt and rub the wet fabric of her panties against her pussy lips. Slowly rubbing up and down as you now suck the left nipple. “You are so good at this.” She says breathlessly.
You fully raise the skirt and slide her cotton panties off. Her trimmed bush looks so beautiful, and her wet lips are so tasty. You move between her legs, placing them on your shoulders. Slowly you lick up and down, using the tip of your tongue along her damp lips. Then you lick between them and up around her clit. You clamp your mouth on her clit and suck it firmly. She pulls your hair as she tightens her thighs around your head. “You know just what to do.” You feel her pussy pulse against your mouth as she orgasms.
You crawl up her body, kissing your way up until you kiss her mouth. The flavor of her pussy fresh on your lips. “My turn.” She says as she rolls you onto the bed. She stands up, steps out of her skirt and then pulls off your slacks. She smiles appreciatively at your tented briefs. You pull off your shirt as she frees your hard cock, stroking and licking it. She wants you hard and wet before she rides you. You lie back on the bed and soon she mounts you. Those strong thighs you have fantasized about all day, straddle you as she lowers herself on you. She grips your hands and slowly rocks back and forth. The same movement she did in the saddle. Her clit grinds against you every time she goes forward. It doesn’t take long for pleasure to move through you too, as she cums again.
She dismounts and then lies next to you, holding you tightly. “You are everything I want.”
“I agree, my queen. You are everything I want too.” You respond kissing her.
“Tomorrow we will look for a hat to go with the jacket.” She sighs.
“And you won’t need a rope to do it.” You say playfully, pressing your body against hers and drifting off to sleep.
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