Jean and Miguel wouldn't see each other until Thanksgiving. It was three long weeks, but she vowed not to make them wasted weeks. Each day she made time to write him. Each day but Sunday she received a letter from him. They were beautifully written and increasingly risque. She wrote back even racier letters because he lived by himself and there was zero chance of what she wrote being seen by anybody but Miguel.
She still couldn't believe the way she reversed course. She really didn't know what triggered her to use her mouth on his penis. Until Saturday night she considered it perverse, not up for discussion. She was dying to do it again Sunday night. She had even told him not to expect it except on special occasions and a day later she was the one who initiated it.
She thought about his ejaculate and its taste. She noticed it had a distinct odor. She wondered what it would have been like to suck Kelly's.
Friday night didn't come fast enough. Jean and her girlfriends headed for a different country western club. Within minutes of arriving she was on the dance floor two stepping with one drugstore cowboy after another. She was having a good time but not really connecting with anyone.
She was sitting down enjoying a drink when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was a much older man. He asked her to dance. She said yes. On the floor with him she discovered he was a real cowboy. He owned a ranch and ran cattle. Brown hair, brown eyes, skin tanned from working in the sun, tall, and strong from years of hard work her thought was he should be home with his wife.
She teased him asking about his missing missus. He answered he had been through several marriages and discovered it wasn't for him. The song had gotten slower and she was aware of their crotches bumping before settling against one another as an even slower song began.
He pulled her tighter to him and she didn't resist. He whispered, "A pretty young thing like you must have a boyfriend."
She answered, "I do, but he lives in another city."
"How often do you get to see him?"
"Not often enough. Every three weeks."
"You must get lonely."
"I do, but I keep myself busy to make the time go faster."
"He's a lucky man."
She didn't think it possible but he pulled her even closer to him. She didn't resist feeling drawn to this tall, dark stranger.
"Little lady, what's your name?"
"Jean."
"What's yours?"
"Buck."
"I like that name. Pleased to meet you." She had taken her head off his chest and was looking at him. She smiled. He smiled back.
He looked she swore through her. His gaze was piercing. He made her nervous and wet. He was different from Kelly and Miguel. It wasn't just his age but his experiences. This wasn't his first dance or his first rodeo.
She sensed he was thinking. He didn't ponder the idea long. He moved his head close to hers and pressed his mouth to hers. She opened her mouth to receive his tongue. She hoped her friends weren't watching but if they were she knew they wouldn't say a word. She and Buck stood there slowly circling the floor making out like dozens of other couples around them.
His mouth tasted of tobacco. She found it a turn on. He had crow's feet. He smelled of cologne, Old Spice, like her dad and uncles wore. He was she thought a much better kisser than Kelly.
The band was still playing when he ended their kiss. Like a parent leads a child he took her by the hand out of the dance hall and to his truck.
He opened the door. As she climbed up he put a hand on her ass, squeezing it as he boosted her up.
She smiled seeing the bucket seats. He climbed up and closed the door. He wasted no time with small talk but picked up where they left off. She was glad because she wasn't in the mood for idle chit chat.
She liked his smell and his being older. He was all man. He quickly had her tits out and her jeans and panties down to her knees. He employed the same technique as Kelly commenting as he plunged a much thicker middle finger into her, "You've still got your cherry."
She felt embarrassed, "I do."
"I thought you had a boyfriend. You and he must not be too serious."
He put her on the defensive, "We're serious. We just want to wait."
"You must not do too much."
She protested, "We do a lot."
He quipped back, "Something tells me you and I have different ideas of what's a lot."
Up until he started talking she was looking forward to being in his truck. She was now having second thoughts. He was making her feel like a child. She was about to remove his hand, get dressed, and get out when he got back to what they came to the truck for, making out.
He pulled his finger out of her used it to stroke her clitoris. The entire time he petted her they kissed. He brought her to orgasm.
He gave her pussy a break from his finger, but located a small bottle of peach flavored schnapps. He offered her a sip. She didn't want to seem rude so she took a sip. She liked the taste and the way it heated her from the inside. He took a swig and handed it back to her. She took a larger gulp.
He looked in his glove box and found a jar. He unscrewed the lid and stuck his middle finger into it.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see. Trust me. You'll like it."
"I don't know, Buck."
"Have another drink, Jean."
She took another big gulp. It really warmed her up.
"Scoot your bottom to the edge of the seat."
She did.
"Close your eyes. Lay back and let me do everything."
She did.
He bent his head and sucked one breast followed by the other.
She was curious what he was going to do with his fingers.
He entered her vagina with his thumb. It felt huge. She hoped she wouldn't tear. He brought his other hand between her legs and started to pet her. She suddenly felt the tip of his index finger at her butt hole. She started to move away when he reminded her to relax.
He teased the entrance of her anus. She found herself wanting to be penetrated. He eased into her the whole time playing with her clit. His finger felt huge. He petted her while screwing both her vagina and ass with his fingers.
He didn't kiss her, just looked at her, and asked if she liked. She nodded and said, "Yes, I like."
