Her hair rested easily on her shoulders, like a housecat lying sleepily in a window. It was an amber color, and shimmered under the brazen light and heat of the Texan mid-day sun as she tossed her horse's saddle into the back on her dusty, slightly aging pickup. It had been a long day, and her aching muscles needed the hot shower she had promised them earlier. With that thought she slammed the tail-gate, wiped the tanned skin of her forehead and climbed into the driver's seat. After the short drive from the stable where she boarded her thoroughbred to her 2 bedroom house she pulled up the gravel driveway, eying a brewing storm to the north. As she eased her truck backwards into its usual place under the old dead tree she gazed across the horizon at the incoming storm clouds. She knew they needed the rain, but it meant she either had to lug her saddle inside or cover her truck to avoid damaging the leather in the storm. So like a child being forced to eat their vegetables, she forced herself out of the cab, slammed the door, and grabbed the saddle from the bed. She was not in the least weak, and her finely toned muscles flexed and stretched as she pulled the saddle over the bed wall. The leather was smooth and it felt good against her callused hands.
After stowing the saddle in the mudroom she kicked off her boots and stepped towards the bathroom, eager to get clean. As she shut the door behind her, off came her tank top and bra, and the cool air took her nipples by surprise, stiffening them. Her work was physical, and that kept her from being very busty, but she was proud of her 32C cup. Her toned abs, arms, and legs were definitely something to admire as well. As she unclasped her belt and pulled down her jeans, she couldn't help but look over towards herself in the mirror. She was about average height; build in an hourglass shape, and the only two noticeable marks on her tan skin were a small black tattoo on her shoulder bearing the letters "S.V.K." and a long scar shooting from her abs to her left-hip bone.
The scar had faded considerably in the last few months, and was now only kept alive by a smooth white line. That scar was a reminder of her past, but by keeping herself busy the past seemed like all the usual clichés: "just a bad dream". A bad dream that never felt like leaving, and continued to hang around endlessly like a drunken regular at any of bars within a hundred mile radius of her west Texas home. As she stepped into her shower and pushed the shower pin she was greeted by a blast of icy water that made her gasp and turned her already stiff nipples into rocks. Her pain soon subsided however, as the water was quick to warm and began to feel good as it cascaded over her skin. The shocking stimulation however, had left her nipples hard and puffed up, and her shaven pussy wet. Her nipples had always been especially sensitive, and the finest brush from a fingertip would always set them on fire and a single touch of a lover's lips or tongue would set them ablaze. This sudden wetness and warmth in her pussy reminded her that it had been too long, and her pussy was in need of some major affection. It ached to be licked, and touched, and filled. It wasn't that she minded being alone, but it had gotten to the point where all the sex-toys in the world no longer cut it, and she needed something with flesh and blood. It had been just under a year now, and her body was finally winning the struggle to convince her that it was time to move on.
Her brain however, was not so sure yet. It still remembered, and it still mulled over the past. That history wasn't quite as long of a tale as her brain made it out to be though. She had fallen in love with her college room-mate, Sorina Vilka Kyrsicyzk, an eastern European bombshell whose parents had sought out freedom and new opportunities like millions of other immigrants. She and Sorina had been together for 3 years, until fate grew tired of her happiness and cut it short with the screech of a car horn and the sound of breaking, twisting, grinding metal as a drunk driver drifted into their lane and careened into them at 60 miles an hour in a 35 zone, driving a sliver of steel into her side and killing Sorina instantly. She had been able to escape with mild internal injuries, which other than leaving her infertile did little to hold her back at this point, eleven months later. One never fully gets over the death of a lover though, especially when that death takes place right next to you.Her body still pleaded though, and finally she gave into her pussy's aching and slipped a soapy finger gingerly between her labia. She teased her clit and threw her head back in a loud moan as she began to bring herself closer and closer to climax. Just as she was about to fall over the edge of her orgasm, her cell phone began to wail and scream. Her body begged and pleaded with her, but seeing as how it was probably work saying she no longer had tomorrow off, her brain won out and she turned off the water and began to dry herself, grumbling all the way. She opened the phone on the last ring and her frustration must have been audible as she barked some semblance of a hello into her cell's microphone.
"Vicki! Hi! It's Allison from work!"
Allison, who was probably the perkiest or most heavily caffeinated person between Los Angles and Houston, was a short, bouncy blonde with shoulder length hair always kept in a ponytail, and equally perky DD cup breasts which she naturally thrust out in front of her. She tended to trail on forever about absolutely nothing, and there had been more than one instance in which Vicki had fantasized about tying her up and putting a ball gag in her mouth to end the din that seemed to always been coming from her lips.
"Can I help you Allison, I'm kind of..busy." She said sarcastically as her dripping pussy still tingled and ached.
"I was thinking about going the Red Room, and I was just thinking that we haven't ever hung out outside of work and how much fun it would be to..." Allison blabbed on continuously as Vicki began to daydream about the last time she had been the Red Room. She had been with Sorina, and they had ended up picking up a tight-assed virgin sorority girl who "Hadn't ever even thought about girls before" yet ate pussy and rimmed ass like a she-devil.
"Vicki? Vicki?! Are you still there?"
"What? Oh. Yeah."
"So I'll meet you in a half hour there, alright? We're gonna have so much fun!"
"Yeah. Sure. I'll see you then"
"Okay! Toodles!" Allison chirped as she hung up the phone.
"Toodles? Did she really say that?" Vicki laughed to herself.
She threw on some skinny jeans and a tight top that showed off the bottom of her six-pack and drove off to meet the perky blonde receptionist. In the car she wondered if anyone would ask about her scar, which peeked out from under her top, but it didn't worry her too much. They few times anyone had asked, Vicki had deflected it with some half-assed lie about falling off her bike when she was a kid, or that time she had to get her appendix out, or that time the Panther got her in Florida, and soon she was in the parking lot of the Red Room.
After showing the bouncer her I.D. and wading through the cowboy and cowgirl types she made it to the bar, where the bar-tended jumped when she saw her.
"Vicki! You're alive! I thought for sure you'd died or moved away." Said Angel, the very cute but unfortunately all-too-straight bartender.
"How have you been Angel? It's been a while. Jack on the rocks please."
"Already on it. I was so sorry to hear about Sorina, such a fuckin shame. I tried to make it to the funeral, but I had to work. The asshole who hit yall got off too easy, and if he ever comes in here I'll shoot him on sight."
"Thanks hun, I know you would have been there if you could. I'm trying to start to move on. My girls have been, well, yearning...if you know what I mean" she laughed.
"Oh I know all too well Shug. Have you met anyone new?" Angel asked, gingerly.
