I often wonder how I get myself into these situations. I am not a bad guy. I just seem to find myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am a 30 year old married man. I have a wonderful wife and two kids with another on the way. I own a horse ranch and make my money buying and selling. I could be described as a modern day cowboy. I am considered handsome and with the type of work I do I stay in great shape. I run horses through an auction barn about 200 miles away.
One weekend a month a haul up there and sell horses. I stay at a local motel and eat whenever I get a chance. This past month my neighbor asked me if I could haul a horse for them. They were getting rid of their daughters horse since she couldn't handle it. I knew these people for years and had a good relationship with them so it was no problem.
Carrie, the daughter, was going to drive up and ride it in the arena so all I had to do is make sure it made it there. The sale starts on Saturday morning and runs through the weekend. I like to get there Friday night, get the best stalls, ride the horses around and be prepared for the next day. I had reserved a room in advance so I didn't worry about the fact that they had no vacancy left as I passed by and made my way to the sale barn. I unloaded the animals and unhooked the trailer. I was prepared to ride a horse when Carrie showed up. I took her to her horse and helped her get it ready. She was a little scared of it so I had her follow me so it could get used to the yards. Satisfied with the way it went, Carrie rode solo and I concentrated on my other horses.
After I rode them all I gave them hay and water and made my way to the tack sale they held on Friday nights. I drank a few beers that I had brought and watched the sale. Carrie made her way up the stands to where I was sitting. Her horse was all taken care of and she was all set for the sale the next day. She asked me where I was staying and I told her. She then mumbled something about the long drive so I offered to let her stay with me. She eagerly accepted and we decided to get a bite to eat and crash.
We ate at a local honky tonk and after a steak and some beers I was ready to get to the room. When we got to the room she called her parents and told them her plans. They thought it was a good idea and wanted to be sure she thanked me for helping out. Next we had to settle the sleeping arrangement. There was only one bed and so I thought I would be nice and take the floor. Carrie must have anticipated staying because she brought an over night bag in and slipped into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Now I must admit that Carrie was a very good looking young lady. She is around 5'7 and probably weighs in at about 115lbs. She just turned 18 and recently developed what I would guess to be a firm set of 34 B's. She is the long slender type with sandy brown hair and big blue eyes. I often flirted around with the young cowgirls and Carrie was no exception. I always felt she had a little crush on me through the years but I would never even think to pursue anything since I was married and I knew her since she was just a kid. It was plenty warm in the room and I was wearing a pair of sport boxers and a t-shirt. Carrie came out wearing a little nightie without a bra underneath. She bent down and I noticed her white laced panties looking very inviting.
I don't know if it was the beer or the circumstances but I was feeling very attracted to this young lady tonight. I figured the best thing for me to do was to sleep it off. I told Carrie to kill the lights as she was playfully romping around the room. She jumped into the bed as she hit the switch. She started babbling about what she expected tomorrow as I couldn't stop thinking about her. I took off my shirt as she tried to talk so big like most teeny bops do and I now wondered if she was still a virgin. I tried to get these thoughts out of my head since I knew her parents fully trusted me as did my wife.
Carrie started telling me about the big party she was missing and how there were cute guys that would be there. She said that one of the guys was a stud and he had already been with 11 girls. She said she was thinking about being number 12. I asked her why and she said because he was totally hot. I laughed and said that the little smart ass had probably never been with anyone before. She started talking as big as she could saying that she knew girls he had and that he was cool and things like that.
I dismissed it as b.s. and she really tried to prove her worth saying that she wasn't as innocent as everyone thought and asked me if I could keep a secret. I thought that this was getting good so I said yes. She turned on the lamp as scurried to her bag. She fumbled around a little and then turned to face me. She stuck out her tongue, displaying a ball tongue ring. I laughingly asked what her parents would think as she ran back to the bed. She said they would probably kill her and I agreed. I asked her if she knew what tongue rings were for and she sheepishly answered yes. I was really getting horned up so I tried to change the subject. She told me that I had a nice six pack.