They had panned this overnighter for quite a while. It was a chance for them both to get away from the stress and unwind at the guest ranch. The Lazy J Guest Ranch had quite a reputation. They had stayed there several times before and knew the hospitality was unmatched. They spoke little as they were lost in their own thoughts about the night to come and how they would enjoy it.
Finally, they reached the turn and began the drive up the narrow dirt road to the ranch house where they would check in. Topping the hill they say the spread: a large ranch house, a group of smaller cabins along the stream, a saloon and a barn all arranged like an old west ranch. Driving slowly up the road the saw one other car there. Out of state tags reminded them how popular this place had become.
Jeff pulled the Jeep up beside the other car and parked. They got out, stretched their legs and stepped up on the porch. A Ranch-hand on horseback called "Hi" to them as he ambled by followed closely by a border collie. They smiled and waved. Jeff held the door for Susan as she stepped inside.
Soon they were greeted warmly by "Lefty", the owner, and his daughter, the manager, as they were quickly checked in and directed to their cabin beside the creek. Supper would be served at 7PM and they were free to roam about until then.
As they unpacked their bags, Jeff and Susan remembered why they loved the Lazy J. The cabins were decorated in old West style. Their every desire was thoughtfully provided from the full sized washer and dryer to the soft terry robes to the fresh ground coffee. The beds were piled high with hand sewn quilts and the whole room was warmed by a fire in the pot bellied stove.
Already, he was starting to relax. The quiet stream flowing behind the cabins helped to calm his nerves. It was difficult to feel anything but peace in the midst of 5,000 acres of snow covered ranch. They unpacked and wandered around the room. The leather furniture by the stove always appealed to him. The books beside it were an especially nice touch. A wonderful mixture of antique and modern literature compelled him to sit down and read. The strolled out the back deck and watched the river partially iced over. Geese flew by in the setting sun. It was one of those moments that make time stop.
Too soon it passed and they decided to head towards the ranch house for supper. Once inside the great hall they marveled at the decor and the view from the large picture frame windows. Smells of the supper waiting drew them closer to the table. The other couple entered excitedly pointing to the elk heads on the wall and all of the Western artifacts they had overlooked since they had been here so often. They greeted each other warmly exchanging small talk.
Dinner was soon served home style: passing the china dishes around and eating their fill of wonderful breads, potatoes, veggies and prime rib. They talked little and ate a lot but eventually all were full. Lefty, their host came in and announced that the special presentation was ready in the saloon. They all got up and chatted excitedly as they walked out back to the saloon.
The saloon was a wonderful place. A large billiards table filled the center, a bar to the left and leather couches to the right. Lefty bade them to sit on the couches as he announced his surprise. A genuine cowboy poet would regale them with his words of wisdom and comedy. He was the recent winner of the Cowboy Poetry contest for the state of Wyoming. All eyes turned as he walked in. 6'6" of cowboy in worn Carhart dusters authenticated his credentials. His moustache hung low over his lips and old boots clomped in as he nodded and moved in front of the fire.
Soon the two couples: Jeff and Susan; Bill and Jennie were lost in the old west tales as only a Cowboy Poet can tell. They laughed they, they cried, and drank more than a little from the plentiful bar as they passed the night. They were entertained like cowboys must have been so many years before.
Too soon the stories ended and they realized they were beginning to get tired. Their host, Lefty, would hear nothing of it. He started up the Jukebox and played guitar with the songs while his daughter taught the "two step". As it turned out both couples had danced this way before so ther classes were more advanced than usual. They took turns spinning the women into the night laughing, dancing and drinking. Finally, Lefty had enough and stopped the music. Everyone was winded and grinning and more than a little drunk by now. He had done his job quite well.
Lefty explained the rules of the ranch. The bar was open all night. Simply write down what you take and it would be tallied later. Food was available in snack form in the saloon or more plentiful in the other fridge. The hot tub was warmed up and ready to go. The rest of the night was theirs to do as they pleased. With a nod and a wink towards Jeff he left the couples alone.
Jeff and Susan took their cue and wished Bill and Jennie a good night as they staggered into snowy night. They made their way the forty yards or so to their cabin laughing and holding each other up. Susan proclaimed the night a success and kissed Jeff soundly on the lips as a thank you. Their embrace continued longer than usual and was filled with the passion of things to come.
They quickly got ready for bed and each crawled under the pile of comforters to continue their embrace flesh on flesh. Again Jeff kissed his wife will all the passion and feeling of their many years of marriage. She returned his kiss and held him tightly while stroking his back and naked butt. He began to feel himself aroused as he pressed closer to her holding her tightly. Susan turned her head and held him strongly in a loving embrace.
