My Cowboy

My Cowboy

Finding my adolescent fantasy on a hike.

Author note: Just to help you see what I see when reading this. I see Donna as being played by Connie Carter, and James as Lutro, maybe with a bit more grey in his hair. Girlfriend would be Dolly Leigh and boyfriend would be some young nerdy guy. Everyone else is peripheral.

I wake up just before my alarm and shut it off so it does not wake Tom. I had packed all my clothes and backpack in the bathroom. I get out of bed quietly and go into the bathroom to dress, closing the door so the light does not bother Tom.

I get dressed quickly, and I close the hotel room door just before 3:30 in the morning. I don't think I woke Tom up.

Tom was supposed to accompany me on this hike but two days ago had fallen and cracked a bone in his ankle. There is no way he could make the hike with crutches and a medical boot on his foot, clamping his ankle in place to allow it to heal. I had suggested that we cancel this hike, but he insisted I go alone. An hour and a half hike, with 1000 feet rise to get to Broken Ridge to watch the sun rise over the mountains.

Traffic is light, only a few transport trucks on the road at this time of night. It took 45 minutes to reach the trail head. There is one other vehicle in the parking lot, a black SUV.

I mount a headlamp to light the path, and visit the toilet in the parking lot. I strap bear bells to my ankles. The noise will warn any bears that I am coming and give them time to get off the path. In the years I have been hiking in the mountains I have never surprised an animal on my hikes, though I have seen a lot of them from a reasonable distance, including a couple of grizzlies and numerous brown bears. But I come prepared, and make sure the bear spray is in the outer pouch of my backpack.

I am dressed lightly. Shorts, a shirt, sports bra, and a little jacket. it is cool at this time in the morning, but the trip back is forecast to be a hot August day. Even so the temperature is not bad. I start up the path.

I am 5' 10" with a long stride, and as I am a bit chilly, I push a bit to keep warm. So, I am coming up to the view point, a little meadow just off the path, a bit more than an hour before sunrise, about half an hour ahead of my schedule. The horizon is just starting to glow with the impending sunrise, and I can see without my headlamp, so I turn it off.

As I come over the ridge and turn onto the meadow, I see someone sitting in the meadow. Damn, I had hoped to have the site to myself. He heard the bear bells and turned to look. Oh, Shit, he looked just like my fantasy, a rugged cowboy. In my fantasy I would be hiking, encounter a cowboy who would sweep me off my feet and ravish me. Not going to happen, Tom and I are at the end of our three-week honeymoon. I have not shared this particular fantasy with Tom. Tomorrow, no this afternoon, we will leave for home and be home by midnight.

I had started fantasizing about a cowboy sweeping me off my feet about the time I started masturbating, about 15 years ago. He had been my constant masturbation fantasy for all those years. As I grew older, so did he, and the first few guys I had sex with I closed my eyes and fantasized that they were my cowboy. Tall, slim, fit. Tom is sort of like that, definitely tall and slim, a bit less than prime fitness, but nerdier than cowboy.

The cowboy raises his hand and said "Hi"

I reply "Hi". Then after a pause "I guess you are here for the sunrise too."

"Yup"

I walk past him toward the other side of the meadow. As I pass him, I feel a tingle and realized I was getting wet. Damnit body, this is not my fantasy. Besides, this one is a bit old.

He had chosen about the middle of the meadow; I moved about another 10 feet on and set my backpack down. I pulled out the rug that I brought along so Tom and I could cuddle up and wait for the sun, maybe make love. I spread it out and got down and smoothed it out. I had just about completely spread it out and smoothed it down when I remember that I am wearing my shortest shorts, and the crotch was a seam about a half inch wide, and it is crawling up my butt crack. Here I am doggy with my ass in the air pointed right at the cowboy. Tom had commented at one point that when I did that, he could see my vulva, and sometimes even into my pussy. I immediately realized that the show I was giving was the whole works. I was going commando; I had not thought to put on panties.

I immediately sat down and looked over. He was watching and grinning. At least the light was not full sunlight, just the pre-sunrise glow. I can feel a full-on blush rise from my chest to the top of my head.

I take off the bear bells and my headlamp and put them in my backpack, next to the lube. Another blush rises up. I had packed this before Tom hurt his ankle, in case we wanted to have sex while waiting for sunrise. Now here I am with my fantasy cowboy. I take off my shoes and socks and put them beside the blanket. I like the feeling of digging my toes into the blanket.

I look over at the cowboy and realize he is quite a bit older than I had thought. For some reason that makes him feel safer. Had he been anywhere near my age I would have left him there, but he looked uncomfortable. I guessed he would be over 6 foot tall, though harder to tell when he is sitting.

I patted the blanket next to me, and said "Why don't you join me, it will be more comfortable on the blanket." Crap, what am I doing, I don't know anything about this guy.

He hesitated for a bit then gets up and comes over. He sits next to me on the blanket about a foot away from me, and takes off his shoes and socks like I had done.

He held out his hand and said "I'm James"

I shake his hand, "Donna"

"Where are you from Donna?"

We talk for about 10 minutes basic background info, he is a widower, his wife had liked this location, I was newly married and my husband had cracked a bone in his foot. He had no kids; I had no kids, though we had plans to have a couple. I was 27 and he was 72. We both laughed at the transposition. He had a couple of car dealerships and made a good living. I am an accountant and my husband an engineer. I notice him stealing glances at my bust. I am a 38D, lots to notice. But he also makes me feel comfortable. I like him. I am feeling the chill so I slide over close to him to absorb some of his heat.

He put his hand on my leg, just above the knee. There was a jolt as my body betrayed me and a spark ran up my leg to my pussy, and I became wetter. Then in another total betrayal, my legs spread apart by a couple of inches. Shit, is this going to happen, my fantasy come true. No, I know better. I am just married; I would not betray my new husband. If he was younger, I might be tempted, he so totally fits my fantasy cowboy.

We sit there waiting for the sunrise and after a couple of minutes James moves his hand a bit further up my leg. My legs had a mind of their own, and they spread apart a bit further. My pussy started to ache; you know that horny ache. Where was Tom when I needed him, my body was getting ready to fuck someone. I so wanted it to be Tom, and for Tom to be my cowboy. But Tom did not look like my cowboy and James did.

Getting no resistance James slid his hand up to my shorts. My wet shorts. I looked over and I could see a bulge in his pants where there had not been a bulge before. I could stop this, I should stop this, I will stop this. My legs spread just a bit more. Shit, this is going to happen. I lay back on the blanket. I rub my eyes, then I look at my watch, 45 minutes to sunrise. I am so horny. My pussy is so wet that I feel my shorts getting damp further down.

James slid a finger under the crotch seam in my shorts. A moment later he found my clit. The response was immediate, I moaned and quivered. James knew what he was doing, and he soon had me moaning almost continuously. Then he slid the finger down and pushed it slowly into my pussy.

I reached over and stroked his now raging erection, through his pants. I know I really should not do this, but my pussy aches to be filled. My cowboy is going to ravish me.

So, now things get complicated. He starts searching for the button to open my shorts, but it is on the side he is leaning against. I push him off and reach down and release the button, and unzip the zipper. The push clearly had him confused and it took a minute for him to realize what was happening.

"Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to get out of those clothes?" My shorts were already piled by my backpack, and I was unbuttoning my jacket. The jacket drops beside the backpack, and I start on my shirt. I drop my shirt by the backpack on top of the jacket and pull my sports bra over my head, it also went on the pile.

By this time James was out of his pants. He started to roll over onto me. "James!" he froze. "I don't have sex with my clothes on, and I don't have sex with men who have their clothes on. The shirt has to go."

He rolled back and scrambled to get the shirt off. He may be 72, but his body was everything my fantasy was aching for. Not overly athletic, but a solid abdomen, a few random scars, oh god, I want to fuck him. I run my hand up his chest. I rub his nipple.

He rolled back and pushed himself down, head between my legs. I laid back on the rug and pulled my knees up spreading myself open for him. This was exactly why I had packed the rug, just for Tom not James.

It seemed like no time at all till he brought me to an orgasm. He rolled my clit around with his tongue like he had been practicing for decades. Of course, he was a lot older than me, he probably had been practicing for decades.

He used his fingers to explore my pussy and almost immediately found my G spot. I was still trying to train Tom to find it. A second orgasm. My fantasy of being ravished by a cowboy was in full swing. Even better than my fantasy. James really knew what he was doing. I had never been with a man this skilled. I held his head and arched my back. Another moan as he continued to suck on my clit.

Now he moved up, dragging his tummy over my clit, threatening to bring me a third orgasm. Then he reached my breasts. Licking my nipples, one after the other then sucking on them harder each pass. Meanwhile I was grinding my clit against his tummy. God, this man is good,

He slowed down, he did not want me to cum again quite yet. He lifted himself up and slid forward till the tip of his penis touched me. He lightly kissed my lips and then my nose. Then he reached down, took his penis in hand and rubbed it on my clit. I moaned again even louder. He slid into my pussy. Slowly, to his full depth. Making sure that he hit my clit with the angle of his body. "Oh, Tom, that is so good." His reply was "Yes Millie, taught me well."

He started with slow strokes, building slowly. I came again. I moan with each stroke. Then his speed builds. I feel him stiffen up inside me. When he came, it was a blast against my cervix, and I came again. I clamped him with my legs to hold him in, and moaned "Oh, Tom". Tom had managed the same move last week, and again yesterday. He was learning. James kept cumming, filling my pussy with his seed. Oh, God it felt so, very, very good.

I held him in till I felt him softening. Then I released him. He pulled out slowly, then pushed himself down and spread my pussy. "James, you watch too much porn. I am not pushing it out for you. If you want to see it you need to fill me to overflowing."

He laughed and rolled over positioning himself beside me. I looked at my watch, 25 minutes till sunrise. We had been at it for 20 minutes, about Tom's longest.

I rolled over half onto him, and put my leg between his. I reached down and pushed his penis against my leg, and started stroking it. "Optimist" he said.

A bit of his cum was leaking out, I am sure he could feel it running down his leg.

Slowly he started to harden up. When it was enough I pushed down and put it in my mouth, sucking it to bring it up to full hardness. Salty with a bit of me for flavour. When I felt it was hard enough, I mounted him cowgirl. Now I was ravishing him. My head arched back so I was looking at the sky. He reached up to fondle my breasts, and I leaned forward enough to grab his head and pull it up so he could suck on my nipples.

It did not take long before I came again. Not as hard as when he came in me, but good.

I heard some noises behind me, but did not look.

Then James pushed me off pointed me at the horizon in doggy, the sun was just about to peek through the valley between two mountains. I could not remember their names. James entered me from behind. It took me a minute to find the right angle for my hips so that he giving me the most pleasure each thrust. Each thrust rubbed against my G spot; I could feel another orgasm building. Just then the first ray of sunlight shot through a valley between the two mountain peaks. James' penis stiffened up, He grabbed me by the hips and thrust in as hard as he could. Then he came, another warm gush against my cervix, and I came again, a bone rattling orgasm.

He held himself in until I finished my orgasm, which took a while because he kept pumping cum against my cervix, 2, 3 then 4 spurts. Each one of which caused my orgasm to roll around again. Best orgasm I had ever had. And loud. I did not hold back. Neither did James.

Finally, James slowly pulled out, then I heard someone behind me having her orgasm, though not as long as mine. James got up, and said, "Thank you for the most memorable sunrise of my life."

"No, thank you, you did most of the work."

"Let's call it a draw."

I looked though between my legs and there was a young man still pounding a young girl, doggy pointed at the sunrise. I rolled over and sat up. James was getting dressed. I stood up and walked over to the couple. James' cum dribbling down my leg. The boyfriend was just pulling out. She rolled over onto her back. I knelt down beside her and pointed at her clit, and said "May I" There was a pause as they figured out what I was proposing and then both said almost in unison, "YES".

I threw my leg over her and went down on her, in 69 and licked her clit. She clenched a bit and a blob of cum spit out. It ran down her butt, I caught it and spread it over her clit. She moaned. The boyfriend moved around behind me. Girlfriend was licking my clit, she was good, and I moaned. I hear him ask her "May I?" She replied, "Don't ask me, ask her."

I lifted my head and said "Yes, please". A moment later I felt him enter me. He was unskilled, and only lasted a few strokes before he came. A light flow compared to James, even light compared to Tom. I had now betrayed my husband twice, and he wasn't even out of bed yet.

I used my tongue to rub her clit until she came, then got up. I looked at her "You need to do more training, he's not very good, but like most men, he has potential."

Boyfriend looked around and realized that James was gone. "What happened to your husband?"

"Oh, he wasn't my husband, he was just a fantasy."

"If he was your fantasy, what are we?"

"My cool down."

I walked back to my blanket, got dressed and packed my backpack. The blanket had several cum stains on it, I would need to wash it before we needed it again. I put the bear bells back on my ankles. I set off back to the parking lot, cum slowly dripping down my legs. The day was warming up so I took my time. It was a magical walk, the early light dappling the trees. The stream below the path burbling as it ran down the mountain.

I wonder, three weeks into my marriage and I have cheated on my husband. Am I going to be a bad wife? I feel like I have been a horny teenager, fucking two guys just because they were available.

At the parking lot, the black SUV was gone, and there was a little blue Honda Civic.

I cleaned myself up with wipes from the backpack and threw the soiled ones into the bearproof dumpster.

When I got to the hotel, Tom was gone so I texted him to say I was back and got into the shower. A few minutes later the door to the room opened and Tom came hobbling in. I got out of the shower, dried off and walked into the bedroom. I hugged Tom, and said "Thank you for persuading me to go, I had a wonderful time. There was another couple up there and an old cowboy, old enough to be my grandfather. We talked and watched the sun rise."

Tom held me and said "I am glad you had a good time. I thought you would. I have been thinking. We should have kids now. We are financially stable, and we are not getting any younger."

I said "Great, I will call my gyno tomorrow and see when I can get in to have the IUD removed."

At noon we had lunch in a little café and then set off for home. I spent lunch comparing him to James. Both about the same height, James' hair was grey, except his pubic hair which was the same brown as Tom's. Both had blue eyes. On reflection they were very much alike, just James was older and dressed like a cowboy. I decided that Tom could never know what happened on Broken Ridge. The 8-hour drive took us closer to 10 as we stopped to check out the view points along the way. By the end of the trip, I knew there was no question, I loved Tom and would never do that again.

The next morning, the receptionist said she had an opening at 4 could I be there, I made it in time. We could now have kids.

Just about a year later, I had just put baby Thomas down from his feeding when the doorbell rang.

There was a young man. He gave me his business card, from a law firm in Atlanta and asked if I had any ID available. I invited him in and found my purse. He looked at my driver's license (which I still had not changed to my married name) and said he was a probate lawyer for the estate of James Garner Philby. I asked who he was. He dug out his notes. He said he was to tell me to remember a memorable sunrise.

James had died of prostate cancer. He spent most of the last 8 month of his life in extreme pain and sedated, but he had changed his will. The estate was worth $18 million, most of it went to charities and universities. I was named to receive $2.5 million, and another $1 million was put in trust to be divided by the number of children I had on the 18

th

birthday of the oldest child, and each to get their share on their 18

th

birthday. If I had no children by my 50

th

birthday the money would go to Paris-Sorbonne University, Millie's Alma Matter.

There was a letter. He thanked me for spending the wait for the sunrise talking. He knew then that he was dying. He had no children, no brother or sister. His wife Millie also had no siblings. Millie had some family money, about $2.5 million when she died. Millie had impressed upon him that it was important for a woman to have money of her own. James was passing Millie's money on to me. I had given him the last joy he had experienced before the cancer pain exploded, and I had reminded him of the love he had for Millie. Thank God it was something I could show Tom, with no reference to what actually happened.

When the lawyer left me with all the documentation, I went into the nursery room, and looked at baby Thomas. A spitting image of his father, except the jaw line. Stronger like James's had been, not like Tom's at all. He could not possibly be James', I did not have the IUD removed till 2 days after we made love on Broken Ridge.

I knew now that Thomas Jr., and any brothers or sisters he had would be OK. Tom on the other hand was going to be a problem, over the past year I had learned that he had poor financial sense. He was prone to spending money before we earned it. I would need to put a short leash on any attempt to spend this inheritance.