Finding himself back on a ranch surprised him as much as anyone. Leaving in the first place had initially only been to attend a seminar on futures trading at The Chicago Mercantile. Oh, he had returned after that, but only half-heartedly and only for a relatively short time.
You see, he had met someone during the weeklong event and that had changed everything.
As he recalls it now, they had fallen into some small talk at the bar after one of the sessions, chuckling about their name tags: Joan Samson and Sam Johnson. By the end of the conference they'd fallen in love, even though she had been the high-powered, NY lawyer and keynote speaker. He was from out West, and although he hadn't worn his boots, the rough edges of his cowboy-ness had shone through.
But that had been, what... 30 years ago? Good years, he'd say, if you asked him. But he had been without her for five years now and their son, Justin, had grown up and was gone as well.
Joan had burned her candle at both ends until it suddenly flamed out after a bout with breast cancer that had gone undetected in the hustle and bustle of the legal practice and keeping up with her equally driven father - the other Samson on the law firm's letterhead.
A year or so after his mother's death, Justin had gone out to visit his uncle and had fallen in love with the outdoors, ranching and the cowgirl from the neighboring outfit. Sam's own visit to the "neighboring outfit" brought him to today.
The ranch was about 2 hours east of the city he'd flown into. Seeing Justin at the airport was great. That wasn't a surprise, but Sam was surprised how great it was to see the wide open spaces again and arriving after the pastures had greened and the snow was still on the surrounding peaks was a stroke of genius.
Justin filled him in on the ranch, his projects, other ranches, the woman who ran the outfit and, of course the cowgirl, Sheila. She was the daughter of the boss lady and seemed to be the real thing, although reading between the lines Sam got the impression that he was in for some more surprises in the next few weeks.
The ranch seemed quiet when they arrived and Justin showed him to the quarters he would have during his visit and told him to simply settle in and he'd come to get him for breakfast in the morning. The office staff - Justin, Sheila and her mother - didn't leave the main house as early as the rest of the ranch, so he didn't need to worry about starting too early tomorrow.
Breakfast got going around 9 and was a modest affair, but would keep them going until lunch. It became clear that the other three had been at it for a while: checking Eastern commodity markets, futures markets at the Mercantile and the work schedule at the ranch for the next week or so. What goes around, comes around; he thought back to the seminar 30 years ago and supposed so many things had changed.
"I'd love to show you around the buildings after breakfast." Sheila's mother, in the meantime also known as Madge, broke into his thoughts.
"Oh, sure. If you have time."
"Seems like you've also forgotten about Western hospitality. What else do we need to catch you up on?" She asked the question, but her smile was simply disarming and not demeaning.
"Guess we'll see. When do we start?" he asked.
"Enjoy another cup of coffee and I'll be back in about 20 minutes, okay?"
"See you later, Dad." Justin and Sheila headed out the door together and he saw them walking towards the buildings at the back of the ranch yard. Two attractive young women cleared away the breakfast setting, refilled his coffee and introduced themselves as Wanda and Luella.
He wondered if there were any males on this ranch besides Justin. Perhaps that was the surprise he surmised from their trip out from the airport.
Twenty minutes later, give or take a few, Madge walked through the door and over to him.
"Let's get better acquainted and start getting you acquainted with the ranch."
The tour took more than half an hour he guessed and led past the horse barns, the tool and machine shed, some of the livestock barns and pens and the corral in the back. The view from the corral was breathtaking - vast pastures with wild flowers, the hint of a lake in the distance and the mountains, of course. Joan would have called it a "paddock", but out here "corral" suited better and he thought he could sit out here for hours, but didn't find a convenient bench like in the city. Guess they just work out here. Hope they take time to enjoy the scenery, he thought.
Madge broke into his thoughts. "I'll show you the tack room and veterinary station, yet. Then we'll have had the quick tour for now. It really is the heart of the ranch and we spend a lot of time in there. It's probably not your typical tack room, but there are some saddles and bridles. You'll see."
The tack room turned out to be in the middle of the horse barn and was surrounded by wide aisles with stalls on all sides. Several horses whinnied as we walked through and Madge spoke softly, calling their names.
The sound we heard as we approached a large, closed off area in the middle caught our attention and Madge took my hand and motioned for me to follow her as she walked towards a large window in the center of a wall. The scene accompanying the sound caused me to catch my breath as my eyes swept the "tack room": kitchen center with stovetop and microwave, two fridges, a veterinary-looking area, a full-size pool table and, yes, a couple of saddles.
The sound obviously came from the bunk beds along the far wall. Madge squeezed my hand and nodded in that direction, as if I hadn't seen it already. My son was standing facing the bunks with a woman on the top bunk, head hanging back, so I couldn't immediately tell who it was. She had one foot on Justin's left shoulder with the other leg doing the splits. His face was buried in her crotch and I could only presume her pussy was getting loved. Boy was it ever! It peeked out whenever Justin came up for air or to swallow the liquid that must have been pouring from the woman's gash.
My gaze was riveted on that and saw the woman twist and turn in ecstasy. She lifted her head and mouthed something. It was Sheila. Madge smiled and didn't look surprised at all. Sheila spread her left leg farther, if that was possible, squeezed her right foot behind Justin's head, pulling his mouth closer and I presumed his tongue deeper into her cunt.
I hadn't noticed, but Madge had and pointed lower to where Justin was slowly stroking his own cock to the rhythm of the action. My eyes quickly moved back up and enjoyed the glimpses of pussy and hardened nipples Sheila displayed through her spread knees and her open blouse and unclasped bra. What a wonderful surprise.
Madge's eyes remained peeled to Justin's meat - most likely appearing and disappearing in his fist and probably moist and slick with his preparation for penetration. How would they pull that off in those narrow confines?
