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"We'll need gas soon; I could certainly go for a sit-down meal; maybe a couple Coronas, a shower and a bed for tonight; I think we're far enough away to stop; we're past Alburquerque, we should make some decisions on what direction to head next."
"Sure, that sounds really good."
A few minutes further there are signs for a place that has several amenities. We pull into a roadside café, it looks empty, all the lights are on. We enter, 2 old guys are at a corner table drinking coffee.
We slide into a booth; a Latino gal approaches with a coffee pot.
"Good evening." She has a distinct accent.
"Coffee?" Her name tag says Juanita.
"Uh, no thanks Juanita, could we get menus and 2 Coronas please?"
"Sorry, we no liquor, Sunday we close at 7, Charlie clean da grille alreadee." We look at each other dejected.
"We've been travelling nearly 20 hours, could you recommend a decent place to eat, get a beer, maybe a clean motel?"
"Si, ya, I show juu." She undoes her apron, tosses it on the counter.
"Charlie, I'm outta here, Gus and Bill are out here. I'm off tomorrow, biya." She dumps the tip jar into her purse, and we exit together.
"You follow, good food."
She gets into a Jeep, and we follow.
"Beth, I never looked wantonly at a woman before yesterday, but Juanita's sexy, I'd certainly do her, she's luscious, a great figure, ya see those tits." K cups her hands and gestures like she's lifting 2 huge boobs.
"I love her Latino accent it's mysterious, seductive."
"Oh, now isn't this miss prissy whining about me cheating a few hours ago, huh?" I poke her boob. We both chuckle.
Juanita pulls into a parking lot with several vehicles, mostly pickup trucks: there's a large flashing red neon cowboy boot and the words 'Boot Scootin' indicating a western bar.
"Here great food, Coronas, and fun. I like come here after work."
We enter, as our eyes are adjusting, I realize we're still dressed the way we were when entering 'Gulps' and receive an even more boisterous welcome from these patrons, catcalls, and cheers. It's a rowdy, loud, bustling, western bar, likely 40 people, mostly in western attire, jeans, oversize shiny belt buckles, boots, Stetsons, checkered shirts. Several gals in western skirts, but mostly jeans. Ther's a live country band, a dozen dancers. It smells like beer and sawdust.
Juanita greets several people by name on route to an empty booth.
"Ola Sally," Jaunita greets the server.
Sally's 40ish, typical wester garb, plaid shirt, jeans and boots, hair tied up, chewing gum, tray in one hand, pen stuck behind her ear.
"Chicken fingers, for me."
"Choices." I ask.
"Burgers, chicken fingers, fish, all served with fries."
"Fish and Chips please." I respond.
"Cheeseburger, no onions," K winks at me, I smile.
"Drinks?" Sally asks as she's writing our order on one of those small restaurant pads.
"3 Horonaas Hameego" Juanita adds excitedly in her Spanish accent.
"Sally, was dey here today?"
"Yes, Juanita," Sally frowns, she looks heartbroken.
"Sorry," She rubs the back of Juanita's hand.
"They were here for lunch, drank all afternoon, left about 1/2 hour ago."
There's an uncomfortable silence as we sense something amiss.
She whispers.
"Unhook my bra please." Twists on the bench, turning her back to me
"Where you headed?" Juanita asks; I unhook the clasps. She tugs the shoulder straps out her sleeves, removing each arm, undoes 2 buttons on her uniform, reaches in, with a deft, experienced move, pulls her bra from under her blouse.
"Hate wearing deez, dey so restricting." Her ample, nearly exposed cleavage induces K's stare, she is nearly drooling. I see them exchange lusty gazes; I sense a knowing connection between them.
She puts the red lacy item in her purse, and sets a 20 on the table, as Sally sets down 3 Corona.
"Somewhere it doesn't snow." I answer.
"Ohha, desteenation nowhere; you running from sumting, or sumone?" She lifts her beer, we tap bottles.
"Tell me mind my beeseeness if juu want; I just curious," She peers at K, again locking eyes, as she tips her beer taking a rather large swig, maintaining the sultry gaze.
"I don't meet many women travelers; I grew up here, I know everyone in deez place except juu 2?"
"I'm K, for Katrina. Small town, no future, I wanted out since I was 12." She raises her beer, and a wink.
"I'm Beth." Hoisting my Carona.
Sally arrives, with 3 more Corona's.
"Clem's paid for the beer Juanita."
I look over, a tall, lanky fellow tips his tan Stetson back with his beer, and nods.
"I left a dead-end relationship, I felt used and unnecessary in." I let a good amount of Corona drain down my gullet. First beer gone; our food is set before us.
"Smells great, looks good," I take a bite.
"Tastes better."
"That's exactly what you said about me when we met." K chuckled but was looking at Juanita to gauge her reaction.
Juanita resumes the friendly interrogation.
"You 2 lovers?" She looks at me quizzically.
"Cool, if juu are, I fantasize lesabeeyen for years." Between bites she adds.
"I opportunity, a couple year hago, feel guilty to cheat on hubby, lose my nerve, damn, no chance since." I wave to Sally gesturing another round, as we finish eating.
Clem approaches, his thumbs hooked in his jeans on either side of a big oval, shiny, buckle. He's likely 6'2" appears very strong, blonde hair, blue eyes, probably the hottest guy in the county, and he knows it.
"You here for a good time or a long time, pretty lady?" With a slight bow, he lifts his cowboy hat and holds it under his left arm, combs his fingers through his thick hair.
"We are considering spending the night." I reply, taking a decent swig while maintaining eye contact.
"Well then, howsabout you and I kickin up our heels on the dance floor."
"Damn it K," I twist to make eye contact, slamming my bottle a bit hard on the table; "I told you we shouldn't come to a bar. I'm still weak, and this guys a real frikkin hunk;" I turn to look Clem in the eye,
"Damn, I bet he's hung like a frikkin horse." I look at his crotch, then back to his eyes.
"My newfound lesbian lover is supposed to help me avoid bars; I did a stint in a small-town jail a while back." I pause to let him ponder my words, I take a big gulp, all the while keeping eye contact. There's a tenseness in his face, puzzled, unsure what my story is suggesting, calculating whether to speak or turn and high tail it.
{Exactly what I intended.}
"You see Clem, I'm a nymphomaniac. Once I get started, I can't stop." I maintain my stare, reaching out, my hand taking a swipe, seeking my beer, I touch the bottle.
"My gawd Katrina, look at the size of his hands, he surely has a 9" cock."
Clem smiles, as his ego was just boosted.
"He's powerful strong, look at his body, and damn handsome; yup a tall cool one on hot day; and a damn hot one on a cool night."
I chug a major part of my new Corona, staring lustfully into Clem's eyes.
"Once I get out on that dancefloor with you, your big strong arms around me, I'll lose all control."
I guzzle my beer; slam the empty to the table to emphasize my statement.
"Yee haw, I'll ride you like a horny cowgirl should, once I start, I lose all control, I'll need a gangbang to satisfy me, that's what happens, Clem; can you and your boys handle that?"
"Clem you got a lotta stamina, enough to fuck me more than a couple hours?"
"Before i was arrested, I took on 5 guys that night, on top of that there pool table they had; when they was done, I went outside, naked, looking for more.
Judge gave me 30 days, for indecent behavior. Likely been more, but his son and brother were 2 of the first 5."
"The hell with it K, I can't resist," I grab Clem's belt buckle, pull him to me and start unzipping his pants.
"I can handle a year in jail; I'm a lesbian now." I kneel in front of him.
"Clem, I haven't had a strong man fuck me up my ass since that night."
I have his zipper open and am fumbling with the buckle.
"Clem, call your buddies, I want to start with a DP, right now, right here on this table; you in my ass, a cock in my mouth, and one for each hand."
Clem backs away, pulling up his zipper.
"Sorry ma'am, I'm really sorry, please, I don't mean to get anyone in any trouble; I just wa, ah, never mind." He reaches in his pocket, throws some bills on the table, and hastily retreats.
He whispers to Sally; who's been watching the scenario.
She approaches our table.
"Clem's gonna pay your entire tab, food and all." She grins and nods.
"Really Beth, is that true." K asks, she has a concerned bewildered look.
"Hell no, it's just a story I use to scare off vultures like him." I chuckle, requesting another round.
Juanita excuses herself to the lady's room. When she returns, her perky, poking nipples, reveal she's most definitely aroused, another button is undone. She leans on the table displaying her abundant cleavage, her blouse barely covering the nipples, the very dark skin of her areoles in full view.
