In central Texas there is a region know as 'The Texas Hill Country' a vernacular term applied to a region of tall rugged hills consisting of thin layers of soil atop limestone and granite. The graceful rolling hills are dotted with Texas Live Oak, Cedar, and Cypress not to mention yucca and prickly pear cactuses.
Near the southern tip of the region where the terrain relaxes down into the coastal plains, there is a small cowboy town known as Bandera. The old polish settlement is rich with western history and boasts a lovely river that flows around the town captivating it.
This wonderful place has been the backdrop of three of my latest novels.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Danny and as you have already guessed I am a writer, aspiring writer I should add. I have nothing major published as of yet, but I am diligently seeking a publisher. I sit here in my office, a small room more of a cubical than a room, but private and hack out stories on my keyboard daily hoping to find the golden words that will launch my title from writer to author.
Misunderstood by half of my family and practically scoffed by my own wife, I continue my daily quest. With three western adventure novels and a half a dozen short stories under my belt, I search for a new genre. Recently I have tried my hand at erotic fiction, an area of study that requires very little research on my part. Not to boast, but I do consider myself as a great lover. I am a true romantic, a real life Don Juan. Well, enough about that I do not want to present myself as arrogant, however I pride myself on my ability to please a woman sexually.
My story begins on a warm spring day. The bluebonnets, Indian paintbrushes, and many other wildflowers are spreading the countryside with color so picturesque it almost brings tears to my eyes. It has been a long winter and I am longing for the freedom that only a road trip away from the confines of my office can give.
I drive the one hundred mile stretch of blacktop and arrive in Bandera just around lunchtime. I climb out of my old truck and slip my laptop bag over my shoulder as I enter my favorite diner. Finding a table near the front window where the light is the best, I open my laptop and pull up my word processor. "Now if I only had something to write about." I say softly. Then I hear a voice, a sweet voice that sounds like the whisper of the wind in the pines. "Hi, Honey what can I get yah to drink?" I immediately look up into her eyes. They reflect a friendliness, but deeper an underlying image of passion.
"I'll have a Corona with salt and lime."
"Sorry, honey this is the hill country we serve Lone Star, Budweiser, and other beer, but we don't carry that Mexican stuff."
"Just coffee," I said slightly embarrassed. "You're up from the coast aren't you?" she asks in that same sweet voice.
"Why--yes. How did you know?"
"I'm a waitress, Honey I make it a point to know my customers, besides only coastal people order Corona beer."
We both laughed and she sashayed off to pour my coffee. I got a great look at her derrière as she wiggled along with the grace of a wind tossed feather. I knew the minute I saw her beautifully featured rounded face that she would have a nice bottom. The two just go together for some reason. A moon-faced woman always has a well-rounded ass.
Dressed in tight hip hugger jeans and a low cut western blouse, she was the image of beauty. I guessed her to be in her mid thirties and most likely single. Her breasts were perfect, a breast man's dream to say the least. Suddenly she dropped her rag on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Tiny beads of sweat oozed from my forehead as I witnessed the loveliest view of her ass straining against the skintight denim fabric. I could tell right off that underneath those jeans was a perfect panty-less camel-toed pussy. The outline of it was clear and present before my lustful eyes.