I remember one summer when I went out to the ranch of my friend Amanda's uncle. This was her father's youngest brother, making him around 40 at the time. We had just finished our third year of college and we were borderline ADD from the joy of completing our finals.
We drove up on a hot, hot day in late April, and by the time we arrived at the ranch both of us were covered in sweat and dust. We were tired and a bit cranky from the five-hour drive. My friend jumped out of the truck in glee to be free of that suffocating metal beast and leapt about on the lawn stretching her legs. Her uncle Jay Rayder, came out to give her a hug - what a hunk – and as she launched herself at him she jumped into a divot in the lawn. She twisted her ankle and let out a little yip of pain. This was all within the first three minutes of our arrival. It sucked the big one. Her uncle picked her up like she was nothing and carried her inside. Her ankle was already looking pretty nasty.
I was finally on vacation after months of being cooped up with stodgy textbooks and here we were on a ranch, I had never been to a ranch, and my personal tour guide was laid up inside the whole time. We were only supposed to be there for five days and I wasn't getting to do any of the things she promised me: where was the swimming at the lake, horseback riding into the sunset, meeting cute ranch hands. I was disappointed, but I didn't want to leave her ankle up in the living room by herself, and since this was a working ranch no one else had time to entertain me.
On the last day of our stay I was practically going stir crazy. We were sitting inside on another glorious day playing our millionth game of cribbage when her uncle, who was definitely the hottest man in a ten-mile radius, came in and invited me to join him as he went for a ride to check on some fencing far out on the ranch. I jumped at the chance as I ached to get this atrophy out of my system. Amanda was disappointed; however, she understood that I was bored to tears. We quickly saddled up and rode out to the far ends of the ranch. The rolling hills were dotted with tall spruce trees, and little groves of aspen gave us shade from the melting sunshine.
We chatted for a bit, but really we didn't have anything in common, so mostly we rode in silence. This was fine by me, as I couldn't help staring at Troy's profile. He had this strong, jutting chin (a personal weakness of mine) and unusual green eyes. Not that I could see his eyes because the brim of his cowboy hat was pulled so far down. He obviously didn't care much for how he looked because he seemed to permanently have stubble going, or maybe he did; stubble on him made my thighs wet. He stopped his horse in the middle of a patch of grass in the forest and got off.
"What are we doing here?" I asked, "Where's the fence?"
"I thought we could have a bite to eat first. I'm starving," he said as he leaned up and plucked me off the horse.
As he helped me down he brought me against him so that my nipples rubbed against his chest though my cotton and lace blouse. My breasts were small enough that I didn't bother wearing a bra, but this meant you could almost see my dusty pink nipples through the faded yellow cotton. My nipples were hard from all the naughty things I had been thinking as we had been riding and I knew he had felt them brush against his chest. Damn if the rhythm of our riding combined with his masculine appeal hadn't already got me worked up.
I stood next to him, and for a moment we just stared at each other. I reached up and lifted my mane of dark hair off my neck and fanned my nape. He openly watched as my breasts jiggled while I fanned myself. Actually, he looked at me all over. It felt as though my fanning was having no affect. This was the ranch fantasy I had been daydreaming about since Amanda had invited me up here. This was the fantasy that had got me through those long lonely nights studying for exams and wishing I had gone out instead. Was I on glue or was something going to happen.
He began to unpack his saddlebags and I watched his ass the entire time. He glanced over at me once or twice and smiled knowingly; I wasn't hiding my gaze on his body either. You could tell that he was all muscle and sinew under those tight fitting, dirty, torn Levi jeans and plaid shirt. I real cowboy in my midst; I almost swooned.
He laid out a thick blanket on the grass; next, a picnic hamper, and lastly, he turned to me and produced a bottle of ice wine. I laughed out loud. I had been had. The fence problem was all a sham, and now we both knew it. I didn't comment on it though; instead, I leaned over to him as he had the wine bottle in one hand and the opener in the other and kissed him on the lips. His arms enclosed me and we made out for a minute or so without coming up for air. It was a hot prelude of what was going to come. I left him with a little nibble on the lips and plopped down on the blanket. As he uncorked the bottle and poured us some wine I began to unbutton my shirt.
Slowly, I undid my shirt button by button. He was riveted, which I loved every minute of. I peeled it off, exposing my breasts to the sun. You could see sweat roll down my cleavage. He sat down on the blanket and handed me a glass of wine. The sweet chilled wine awakened all my senses. He prepared all the food for me as we ate and I felt giddy to be pampered by this rugged man. Troy never touched me as we munched away, but his eyes were forever on my body making me feel like a goddess. We ate saying little, but enjoying the silence. It wasn't awkward, maybe cause we were total strangers; it was more of a lazy arousal, as we both knew what the other was thinking.
Towards the end of the meal he began to feed me strawberries from his rough fingertips. This was definitely a man who worked with his hands. I fed him grapes and he was pleased that I was following suit. Next he pulled out apples slices, dipped them in caramel sauce, and fed them to me. Who is this man, I though to myself. Apples? Caramel sauce? We made short work of that desert.
"You almost seem more excited about the food then me," he said with this adorable pout.
"I've been eating Kraft Dinner for two months straight, but you are pulling a close... close second," I said with a little tilt of my head.
He pulled me into his lap and took a swig of wine. He put his lips to mine and slowly feed me the wine. We continued this way until the bottle was done and by this point my head was in the clouds. His hands had been roaming over my shoulders, collarbones, and breasts when suddenly he dumped me onto the blanket. I landed on my belly with a little exhale and then I could feel him straddling me. He used the palms of his hands to massage my shoulders and then my back. This was serious heaven after four days of sitting inside bent over a game board. For a big tough guy he was exquisitely gentle with me. And he actually knew what he was doing: a little chop here, push there, circles all round. I was making sighs again and again
I let him work me into putty until I couldn't wait anymore. I bucked my hips and made him roll off me. I started laughing at the surprised look in his eyes.
"You didn't like that?" he asked.
"I loved it," I said, "but I have other things in mind."
I stood up and took off my jeans. My thighs, hell my entire body, glistened in a sheen of sweat. Hell, it almost looked like I was glowing, except there were smudges of dirt on my feet and ankles ruining my angelic facade. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so alive. I could feel tiny pebbles under the blanks gently pressing into my feet. The sun was filtering down on me through the trees. I plopped myself down onto his sturdy abs as he reclined on the blanket. It felt wicked to be completely naked with him still fully clothed underneath me. I kissed him deeply. I held his face in my hands and kissed him like he was a soldier come home from war. He let out a little sigh in my mouth.
I rubbed my tongue on his lips. I invaded his mouth and explored; he loved it. Our hands began searching each other's bodies. Soon he was rubbing me, squeezing me, fingering me. I let out a groan as I could feel myself making his fingers damp. He pushed inside me and his thick fingers stroked me from the inside. I groaned again; this was too good to be true. I leaned back and looked at him. I loved seeing his fingers disappear inside my cunt and then reappear more shiny and slick then before. His eyes were closed as if he was visualizing what he was feeling. I decided to attack.
