A New Start

"You two seem to be becoming fast friends." Brad stated with a smile.

I had returned to the ranch, even with my morning hangover cure, my head still hurt. My legs were sore. Brad looked at my feet and saw the boots were still attached.

"How do they feel?" Brad asked, nodding towards the cowboy boots.

"Good. Much more comfortable. But I walk like I got a stick in my butt. How long to get used to that?" I asked laughing a bit.

"Oh. That never goes away." Brad laughed while returning to work.

I walked inside as I needed a shower. Bad. It had been over two days. It took some real wiggling and pulling but I got the boots off. Then I peeled off the jeans. The bottom of each pant leg was still a bit wet. And so was the crotch. But for different reasons. Without the panties all my juices soaked into them. I remember cutting them off in the bathroom and throwing them in the garbage.

I decided to wash the jeans a few times. Inside out. I then climbed in the shower. It felt really good. I made sure to wash everything a few times as well. Since it had been too long. I usually do not take an hour-long shower. But I enjoyed it so dang much. It was Thursday and I had nothing planned.

I got dressed and relaxed outside on the porch. Brad ran around the ranch getting work done, doing maintenance on the machines, and other work. I ate lunch and returned to the porch. Sitting there and relaxing.

I wondered how Brad could do it. He danced more than I did the previous night, drank more alcohol then I did, and was back to work earlier. I was 3 years younger too. I just shook my head and waited for dinner.

Brad was gone by 5 pm. Tipping his hat as he drove down the main road. I was naked by the time he was out of sight. My clothes were piled on the porch. I wondered if Maya would make an appearance tonight. She always approached through the greenhouses and left through the greenhouses. Maybe there was some sort of trap I could spring on her.

I felt like lying in the sun. Even though I only had 2 hours left. I laid out in the garden patch. It was the only real piece of green grass on the ranch. I laid on a huge beach blanket with my radio playing next to me. The golden sunlight warmed my naked body. Without any breeze it was much hotter than I expected. 2 hours was difficult to last. I had to spray myself with water a few times before laying back down.

By the looks of my tan lines. I would need to do this again 5 or 6 more times before the fall weather kicked in to get a whole body without tan lines. Not that it mattered. But I really didn't have much else to do.

I was hungry and the light was starting to fade. I got up and went into the house to cook dinner. Rice and stir fry again. I made sure to add some frozen shrimp this time. Hoping I wouldn't be so damn hungry at midnight.

I noticed it had got dark way faster then I had expected. Dinner wasn't done just yet when I heard *Creek Creek Creek* from outside. I smiled to myself knowing it was likely Maya. I did my best to ignore the sounds and carry on with my normal naked routine. From Maya's vantage point she could see me in the kitchen cooking naked. Then I would eat at the table in the living room or on the couch in the living room. Either way. She would have a great view of me being naked. At all times.

I picked up my phone and logged into the game camera outside. I verified it was Maya. She had made her earliest appearance ever. She must have been enjoying the shows I put on for her.

After dinner I laid out my yoga mat. Arranged and angled so my naked butt would be pointed right at her. I made sure to do as much as I could to show off my pussy for the hour-long workout. Then Pilates. There were a lot of stretching poses for her to enjoy. And last but not least. I started up more country line dancing routines. I fetched my worn boots and slid my feet into them.

I made sure to bounce, wiggle, and shimmy as I danced. A lot more than was necessary. But I wanted Maya to enjoy the show.

What felt like 30 minutes turned out to be 3 hours. Maya was stuck in her spot. Watching me for 3 whole hours. I felt like that was enough and cleaned up before heading upstairs. The loud "thuds" of my cowboy boots on the wood floors made it obvious I was in bed. After waiting 30 minutes with no sounds, I saw Maya slowly creep up on the porch.

This time she was walking on the porch. She had never done that before. But then I saw her goal. My clothes. I had left them piled outside. Maya crept over to them, rifled through them, and pulled out my panties. She tucked them in her jeans pocket and slowly crept away.

Through the darkness and out of sight.

"What a perv! I knew men were like this. But women are too?" I thought. I would get payback soon. Well at least that was my plan. I hoped it worked out as I had planned it.

I went to sleep and was greeted with crazy dreams again. Maya and Brad had tied me to my bed. I was naked, underwear stuffed in my mouth as I tried to fight, and they kept stealing all my best panties. Maya was teasing me. Calling me names. While Brad was cutting up my bras. I did my best to try and get untied, but I could not manage.

They laughed at my naked body before I woke up. I was covered in sweat again and my pussy was wet. I threw my head back down in my pillow frustrated and horny. It had been too long since my last nude run. Maya kept showing up and ruining it. I knew I would have 9 nights when she would be gone on her cruise so I could run as much as I wanted. I was looking forward to that.

It was Friday. One more day then I would drive Maya to the port early the next day. I walked around the house a bit frustrated. Laying out the cameras and the two fake smoke alarm boxes I had ordered in one of the spare bedrooms. A few trips to the garage for hardware and I think I was all set. I felt like I could get them all installed on Sunday while her workers were gone, and I would have the place all to myself. I made sure to keep the door locked after I left the spare bedroom.

Maya had previously told me her guys worked normal business hours on weekdays only. No security system or guards. The exterior was locked up and secured. She gave me a key for the roll up security garage door. It was the same key for the other doors on the stairwell and her apartment door. I thought it wasn't a good idea to have all the doors and locks using only one key. But she said it made it much easier than walking around with a huge key ring like a warden in a prison. Hey. It was her place. Not mine.

Brad stopped by and got a few things done. I was lounging on the porch eating lunch when he told me he would be cutting out early. It was Friday night at the bar. They needed help setting up the mechanical bull.

"Would you like to go? 8pm." Brad asked.

"Sure. Let me get a few things done here. I'm guessing no dress again..." I stated laughing.

"Not unless you want a lot of angry women and a lot of horny guys?!" Brad laughed.

"So, what if I do?" I laughed back.

"I would check in with Maya. Maybe you two could wear matching skirts then." Brad stated with a big smile. He was acting like he knew something before he turned and hopped in his truck and left.

I picked up my phone and verified with Maya she would be attending the bar tonight. "Just pack all your shit. Hit the bar with us. Then stay at my house again. We will leave right from my place in the morning." I asked Maya.

"Okay," Maya responded.

"Do you want to wear matching dresses, skirts, jeans, or tops?" I asked. "It was Brad's idea."

"Ooh. How about jean shorts? I got the best matching tops for us. We would look like sisters!" Maya giggled before ending the call.

Jean shorts? I don't think I owned a pair. I dug through my closet, my armoire, and my dresser. No jean shorts. But I did have several pairs of old jeans. They would have to do. I found the worst tore up pair and laid them out on my kitchen table. Using kitchen shears, I cut them above mid-thigh and made them as even in length as I could. I pulled the shorts on, and they were tight. Very tight. But also, not too short. I rolled up the bottom, so the cut edges didn't show.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked good. In the last two weeks I felt like I had lost at least 5lbs. My legs were leaner but not as thin as Maya's. I picked out a random t-shirt to wear to the bar. Maya said she would bring us matching tops. So, it didn't really matter.

I still had a few hours to kill. I stripped it all off and laid out in the sun again. It was only 1 pm. It was very unlike me to be naked outside in the middle of the day. Though I rarely got deliveries, no one really visited me, and from the garden I could see and hear the driveway.

I grabbed my beach towel and radio again before stretching out on the green grass. I didn't want to get burned so I lathered on tons of oil. I spent lots of time rubbing, spraying, and more rubbing. By the time I was satisfied I realized I had also used 10 times more than I really needed. The oil looked sexy dripping off my naked thighs, pooling on my stomach, and my sweet beaded up in the hot sun.

There was very little wind again today. So, the hot 90-degree day felt a bit hotter. I kept rotating and finally called it quits after 3 hours.

It was a good thing I stopped when I had. I had only just entered the house when I heard a truck driving up the road. I looked out to see it was my neighbor's green and white work truck. I threw on some clothes and walked out.

"Can we borrow a thresher?" A teenage boy in the driver's seat yelled.

"Sure. Go ahead. You know where it is?" I called back.

The teenage boy nodded, tipped his hat, and drove off to my barn. A few minutes later he was off with my tractor and a threshing machine.

I realized I didn't know the boy's name. He looked about 16 years old. Very tan face, golden blonde bushy hair down to his ears, and bright white teeth. I had met the neighbors a few times. But he didn't look familiar. Either way. It was the neighborly thing to do. I doubted he would break it or bring it back empty of diesel.

I ate a late lunch and decided to stay clothed while I ate on the porch. There was no telling when the teenager would return with my tractor and equipment. It felt like a major cheat to be clothed on the porch and eating. I stabbed at my food a bit too hard out of frustration.

A few hours later the boy returned. The tractor and thresher replaced in the barn, and he walked over to the porch to talk with me for a bit. His name was "John", the son of the neighbor's ranch, not the oldest, but one of 4 boys. He also had 2 sisters that were much older and no longer lived at home.

John sure was a handsome boy. His dark tanned face, golden messed up hair, and bright teeth. Then his chiseled face, cute smile, and bright blue eyes. This boy would be a total lady killer if he lived in a big city.

It was getting close to the time I needed to get ready. I told John I had to get dressed and he looked surprised and a bit disappointed. Why was he so surprised? He stuck around until I explained I was going to the bar to ride the mechanical horse. He cheered up a bit and explained he did not know they still did that. "I had lots of good times at that bar. Seems like only locals go there. I got bored so I stopped going. I hope you have fun!" John stated before smiling and walking away.

I felt like there was a lot more to John. I felt like he knew more than he was telling me.

I ran to the shower to get the suntan oil off my body. I used lotion on every inch of my body and realized I had burnt my butt a bit. I could feel the odd tingling sensation as I pulled on my tight jean shorts. My hair and makeup finished my attire. I wore a ratty t-shirt and the only pair of cowboy boots to finish off the outfit. I wasn't sure what Maya had in mind for a top. But I knew it would be sexy.

I was getting hot just thinking about putting on a show. Dancing with Brad, Maya, and others again. I intentionally left off the panties. Why waste another good pair to the scissors? Like last time.

A good spray of perfume and I munched on a granola bar as I drove the 15 minutes to the bar. The parking lot was pretty full like last time. And again. Like last time I was right on time. Sitting at the bar I was mostly alone. 5 or 6 patrons milled around the mechanical bull that had been set up in one portion of the dance floor. Large blue and red foam pads surrounded the bull for people to land on.

I heard the doors open and saw the men arrive in a pack again. I rolled my eyes as their shiny belt buckles, bejeweled jeans, and jewelry nearly blinded me. 60 men again like Wednesday night. Brad was at the back of the pack like last time and he made a bee line for me.

"I told you. We group up in the parking lot for a big entrance. Next time. Walk around the side of the building and join us. It's fun!" Brad laughed as the bartender poured us some drinks.

And just like last time. The women burst through the door next. Maya was in the front of the women. She had on the tiniest pair of jean shorts. They were the size of panties. She had on a black leather bustier top with straps over her shoulders. Her tiny tits were looking awesome pushed up and together. For boobs her size. It was tough to create cleavage like that.

40 or so women stormed in, looking fierce, and very sexy. I saw a few blonde women I had not seen on Wednesday at the back of the group. Maya walked to Brad and I as we hugged. "Are you a nun?" Maya yelled in my ear as the country music just started playing.

"A nun? No. Why?" I yelled back.

"Those shorts are mid-thigh. Jesus. Come with me!" Maya yelled, grabbed my hand, and drug me out of the bar to the parking lot. Brad followed with his drink in his hand.

At Maya's truck she glared at Brad. "What? I didn't want to miss this!" Brad laughed.

Maya pulled out a pair of scissors. She slipped them under the jean material and in no time. They were nearly as tiny as hers. My ass felt like it was hanging out. I don't know how she didn't cut my skin. But the pile of jean material on the ground led me to believe there wasn't much left to be called shorts.

Brad had a big smile on his face. Even though he was trying to hide it behind his drink. "Here. Put this on too!" Maya stated as she tossed me a black leather top.

I climbed in the truck and turned away from them as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and zipped on the sexy black leather top. I turned back to see Maya had cut my t-shirt with the scissors and added it to the pile of jean material. "Now you can't back out!" Maya explained as I hopped out of the truck.

Unlike Maya's black leather tank top that was skintight. Mine didn't have shoulder straps to hold it up. But it was tight around my chest, my ribs, and my upper abs. There were four leather straps and buckles in the back holding it tight and upright. Maya spun me around and tightened the upper strap and loosened the bottom one.

"There. That's not going anywhere now!" Maya explained.

I saw the neighbor boy John climb out of his green and white work truck. He was walking towards us as Maya grabbed my boobs in her hands and pushed them up, down, and side to side. "Are they going to fall out? Jump around. Give 'em a shake. Better in the parking lot then inside!" Maya explained.

As John walked closer, I saw he had a big white smile on his face. I jumped up and down. I shook my boobs side to side. I shimmied, I shook more, and I did my best to get my tits to pop out. Somehow. They did not make an appearance.

I stopped just as Joshua stopped in front of me.

"I would like to say thank you. And assume that show of hot flesh was for me. But knowing Maya. She likely put you in something that is a bit daring. And had you run a test or two. Just to check. Am I right?" John stated smiling and looking at Maya.

"Well. We didn't want a repeat of what happened to Lindsey. Now do we?" Maya told John with an even bigger smile before they turned and walked inside.

I tried to catch up to Maya and Brad to ask, "What happened to Lindsey?" But as soon as I had got close to them the loud country music from the bar drowned out my voice. John followed us in, and I was surprised he could enter. I would have bet he was no older than 16 years old.

At the bar more drinks were lined up and waiting for us. Brad handed John a beer while Maya and I started with some shots. It would likely take months of drinking whiskey to get used to it. And shots were never really my thing. John smiled as I finished my third shot with a grouchy noise of dissatisfaction that sounded like "chreech!"

John handed me his bottle of beer and I took a quick sip to wash away the taste of whiskey before I handed it back to him. "You don't look old enough to drink? Or even be in this bar!" I yelled in his ear.

I was a bit taller than John. Maybe an inch or two. But as I yelled in his ear, I saw his head lean down. His eyes were looking right down my cleavage held tight by the sexy leather top.

John nodded and lifted his eyes to meet mine. He had a very sexy smile on his face. "You got me. I'm not 21. I'm only 19. But no one here gives a shit. I've been drinking here since I was 14. Just like every other boy and girl in this county." John yelled in my ear.

"Seriously? What about the cops? The bar doesn't get in trouble for selling to underage kids?!" I yelled back.

"Him! That's the cops right there!" John yelled as he pointed at the bartender.

"Mitch is the only sheriff within 100 miles. He owns this bar and a small repair shop next door. If he isn't selling beer to teenagers. I doubt he would break even." John yelled in my ear as he pointed to the bartender.

I shook my head as Brad interjected. "We are all careful. We look after ourselves. We've never had a problem here before and we never will have a problem like those idiot city folk." Brad yelled at me as John nodded.

Maya was sipping on a red mixed drink that smelled like fruit. With it halfway gone she handed it to me. I finished it off. It was mostly vodka with a hint of mixed berry flavor. Brad snatched the empty glass from my hand and drug me to the dance floor. No line dancing was going on. Just 1 on 1 dancing.

With all of my practice I still had not moved up in experience, grace, or knew the steps as well as Maya. But I did my best and Brad made me look better than I was. He also had a very tight grip on my lower back. He pulled me in much tighter to his stomach than he had last time. I guessed the surprised look on my face was obvious as he smiled at me.

After a few songs I was getting better. Or at least I thought I was. I saw the giant Thomas whom I had met on Wednesday. He was with the large woman he was dating. They were holding hands as he smiled at me. The woman glared but I kept on dancing with Brad.

I also saw Maya dancing with John. He had taken off his cowboy hat. His golden messy hair was caked in sweat and looked very sexy being tussled up. He too was an amazing dancer like Brad. He and Maya were stuck together. Hand in hand, chest to chest, they looked like their faces were so close they were kissing. But instead dancing, grinding, twirling, and more.

Brad and I stopped for drinks. But I wanted to watch them dance. I thought Maya and Brad were great together. But John and Maya. They were hotter, more in sync, and looked like they were fucking. Right there on the dance floor. Maya looked over at me and smiled. She motioned with her finger to join them. I shook my head, but Brad pushed me.

I stumbled onto the dance floor as John grabbed my arm. I expected Maya to walk off but instead. John danced with us both. Twirling, pulling, grinding. He pushed Maya away and she twirled, shook, and shimmied her tits. A big smile on her face as her nearly naked body looked incredible. John then motioned with his finger for her to return. She slithered back quickly to regain her spot.