My grandparents have a ranch out in Colorado. When I graduated from high school, I went to stay with them for a month. It was supposed to be my little vacation before I started college. It had been years since I'd visited them and I'd forgotten how big the ranch was. My grandfather's pride and joy were his horses. From the time I was little, he'd take me out, sit me on a horse and tell me the lineage of each one. It was natural that I was looking forward to riding. I didn't realize I'd be riding more than just horses.
The first morning I was there, I got up early. Slipping on a pair of faded blue jeans, a black t-shirt and worn cowboy boots, I grabbed my jean jacket and headed towards the barn. It was early, before dawn, and no one was up yet. That's the way I like it. Entering the barn, I heard the whiny and grunts of the horses and smiled. I love that sound. My goal - Sheraton, a beautiful black Palomino. Grabbing a saddle, I slipped into Sheraton's stall. He nudged my hand like an old friend looking for his carrot. As he chewed, I slid the saddle on and then led him out of the barn.
It felt glorious to ride again. I hadn't been astride a horse in two or three years. As I returned to the barn a few hours later, there was more activity. Everyone was up and had a job to do. As I brushed down Sheraton, I felt a shadow near me. Looking over my shoulder I was staring into the eyes of the ideal image of the American Cowboy. He was tall, probably around 6'3", and had the broadest shoulders I'd ever seen stuck snug in his jean jacket. His dark hair hung just over his right eye. He stood and watched me brush down Sheraton and lead him back into his stall. My cowboy didn't say a word. Later I found out from my grandfather that I had run into Caleb, ranch manager.
The next couple of days, I followed the same routine. Each morning before dawn, I went riding. And each day, Caleb would be close by watching me when I returned to the barn. To say I was having dreams about Caleb would be an understatement. They weren't just dreams. They were hardcore sexual fantasies. When I started to see him each day, I felt hot all over just remembering what I did to him in my dreams.
On the fifth day, when I went out to the barn, Sheraton was already saddled. Caleb stepped out leading Fortune, a brown Palomino. If I didn't mind, he was going to ride with me this morning. Suddenly, my t-shirt and jacket felt a little too tight as my nipples perked up, pushing against them. My dreams last night hadn't been any different than the ones before and my body was remembering. As I slid into the saddle, I watched Caleb mount Fortune and could see him mounting me in my head. Sheraton and I took off in a gallop.
We rode for about an hour and ended up near the edge of a drop. We let the horses roam in the grass and Caleb and I walked. Off to the side was a boulder. Sitting up on it, I acted like I was looking at the view. Instead, I was watching Caleb. His back was to me and I couldn't help but stare at how his jeans hugged his ass. Tight and firm. That's what it looked like. In my head, I saw myself laying between his legs, licking his bare ass down to his balls. In my dream, I rolled my tongue around his puckered ass and held his balls in my hand, squeezing, making him moan. My hand moved up to stroke his cock as my tongue pushed against his little asshole. In my dream, he was moaning. I was so caught up in my fantasy, I didn't hear him ask me what I was thinking until he had moved and was standing right in front of me. My face flushed and my eyes focused on his groin in front of me.
His jeans were tight across his groin, hugging it. I could make out the bulge in his jeans. He was hard. Slowly, I looked up to meet his eyes. He asked me how old I was. I told him nineteen. He said good and slid his hand around to cup the back of my neck. When his mouth touched mine it felt like my whole body was being kissed. His lips pushed against mine, his tongue sliding between them to touch my tongue. I moaned into his mouth and his hand tightened around my neck. I've been kissed by a lot of boys and men. Nothing like this. He came up for air, looked into my eyes and then smashed his mouth down on mine again. I reached up, grabbing hold of his jean jacket and pulled him down to me. I was practically laying across the boulder and Caleb was on top of me.
Caleb's lips moved from my mouth to the side of my neck, just below my ear. I moaned and arched. I love that spot. As his tongue did nasty little swirls on my neck, his hand was moving down my hip. He pulled my t-shirt from my jeans and slid his hand up underneath to touch my bare skin. As his mouth came back to mine, his hand was cupping my breast, squeezing gently. I have big breasts but he had bigger hands. I fit into his palm perfectly.
Pulling away from me, Caleb stood and stared at me. The bulge in his jeans was bigger. He pulled me up to stand in front of him. Slowly, his hands pushed my jean jacket down my arms. Yanking it off, he tossed it to the side. His hands pulled the hem of my t-shirt up and over my head. That got tossed next to my jacket. Caleb's eyes watched my breasts as I reached behind me, unhooking my black lace bra. As I shimmied it down my shoulders, I watched his eyes. Oh yea. I was definitely getting all my fantasies today. Naked from the waist up, I stood and watched him. His eyes kept moving from one nipple to the other, making me feel like he was actually touching me when he wasn't. Reaching up, I cupped a breast in each hand, rubbing my thumbs over my hardened nipples. Pulling my nipple, stretching it. Using both hands, I pushed my aching tits together, leaned my head down and licked the tip of each one. That was all I needed to do.
Caleb reached out, grabbed me to him. Pushing my hands away, his hands took over where mine had left off. I moaned as his fingers massaged my flesh, tugging and pulling. Lowering his head, Caleb took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it. I groaned and nearly fell over. I'd been dreaming about this for days. Dreaming how his mouth would feel. It was warm and wet. His tongue flicked around my nipple before his lips would close tight around it and pull. Over and over again, he'd suck my nipple into his mouth and then pop it free. Caleb moved from one nipple to the other.
As his mouth took care of my tits, his hands moved down. Cupping me through my tight jeans, his hand pushed up, rubbing against me. I moaned louder, holding onto his shoulders as his mouth bit gently down on my nipple and his hand pressed between my legs. Without missing a beat with his mouth, Caleb unzipped my jeans. When I felt his big hand slide down inside the front of my jeans, I nearly bit my lower lip off. I closed my eyes, waiting for his touch. Just as his fingers found my wet pussy in my jeans, his teeth grazed across my left nipple. I moaned, arching back. His right arm was around me otherwise I'd have fallen.