From the files of Cleo:
I was an orphan, raised on a small Utah ranch owned by my grandparents. We ran a few head of cattle and horses, enough to cover the cost of running the ranch and live a modest lifestyle. It's the only life I've ever wanted, only leaving to attend Vassar University. A typical small town ranch girl, I was the rodeo queen for our town every year, riding my stallion Drake, long blonde hair flowing beneath my cowboy hat, while carrying the American Flag. I loved it all.
I inherited the ranch upon my grandparent's deaths, and have since struggled to keep it going all alone. I met and married my husband Mike, while at Vassar. His father owns a string of timber farms around the country which requires Mike to travel frequently, which means I'm left to run the ranch. A few months ago Mike insisted we hire a hand to help out. That's where my story begins.
We finally selected a local college boy who grew up on a nearby ranch, although I was in college before he attended high school and I never knew him. He was taking a sabbatical from college for a year and he seemed like a good choice. His name is Ty, tall, very good looking, and a star basketball player at his school. He's also an accomplished ranch hand; good with livestock and farming chores. At twenty-two, he's fourteen years my junior.
We gave him a room at the rear of our large ranch house, with his own private entrance to the rear. He would take his meals with us and have full range to operate the ranch for anything that needed done. I was relieved to have some help around the place, at last!
Ty was a problem right from the start. Devastatingly handsome and he knew it, he was constantly flirting every time we were alone, and making small sexual innuendoes that could be taken both ways. At first I ignored him, sometimes glaring back, sometimes simply walking away - but that only made him bolder as time went along.
For example, one day near the corral, I watched as Drake, my stallion, mounted a mare, and Ty quietly walked up behind me. As Drake finished and was pulling out, Ty said softly, "That stallion of yours has nothing on me." I stormed off to the house, slamming the door to let him know I hadn't appreciated his remark.
Another morning, while Mike was traveling, as I made coffee he came into the kitchen wearing only a pair of shorts made of some satin-like material. He hardly ever wore a shirt, tanned and obviously proud of his "six-pack abs," and lean body. That morning, his long unruly hair hung down in his drowsy eyes, still mussed from just arising from bed. He was a sexy kid!
But the way he was attired for breakfast was beyond the pale. He might as well have been nude! His penis was clearly outlined through the soft material, lying along his thigh like a large snake, its large mushroom head prominently displayed for all the world to see. It was as if he were saying, "Look at what I've got!"
Okay, it was difficult not to look, and drinking my coffee I stole glances at his package, trying my best to be discrete. Apparently, I failed because he finally said, "Are you looking at my . . . me, Mizz Smith?"
Caught! "No! I am NOT looking at you! You need to get dressed and go to work, right now!"
I again stormed out and practically ran to my room, locking the door. I sat on my bed for over an hour, aware that my heart was racing and my breathing erratic. What the fuck is wrong with me, I kept thinking. I stayed there until I heard him working in the barn. All day long, as I did household work I kept seeing those blue shorts. I was burning up, my panties sopping wet, but was determined I would not masturbate. That would be like losing to him.
At one point I found I was looking at the barn, trying to catch a glimpse of Ty as he worked. I didn't see Ty, but I saw Drake mounted on the mare again, watching until his huge penis slipped from her and flopped out. It made me think about what Ty had said that day. He'd been right. He was hung like a horse. I had to stop thinking about it!
When Mike returned, I practically assaulted him! He was pleased, but I think surprised, because this certainly hadn't been my nature. Not that we didn't enjoy our sex, but we'd never been spontaneous or particularly inventive with sex, engaging mostly in the vanilla kind once or twice a week once we'd gotten ready for bed. With Mike traveling more often those days, even that had been less.
As he labored above me, all I could see was the mouth-watering outline in Ty's blue satin shorts! I came like a banshee, loud and continuous. That also surprised Mike.
One Sunday, Ty came down for breakfast and announced he was going to the creek behind the barn for a "skinny dip." I knew he did that most evenings after work. This time, he asked mischievously if I wanted to go, too. I quickly declined, my face burning like fire. I'm usually pretty brash, but for some reason with Ty, I found myself tongue-tied and unable to speak sometimes.
I watched his broad tan shoulders as he headed that way, drinking my coffee and longing to go with him. I told myself I was nearly old enough to be his mother. It did no good. After a few minutes I saw his head come out of the water in the distance, watching as he floated on his back.
Without planning it, I reached for the binoculars we kept on the shelf to watch for varmints. He was still in his back, his huge cock lying along his tanned thigh. Other than Drake, I'd never seen a dick like that! I found myself licking my lips. Harmless fun, I told myself. Just peeking. Didn't mean anything. It was beautiful though. He finally got out and dressed in his blue shorts, and levis.
When he came back I was washing up our dishes, trying to ignore him - and control my rapid heartbeat - I poured us both a cup of coffee and sat at the table. He stood at the counter making small talk for a few minutes, and then half-serious, looked at the binoculars I'd left on the cabinet and said, "Were you watching me swim?"
It was obviously just said in jest, but it hit the target square on! By my shocked expression, he knew it too!
Suddenly, he laughed. "You were! You were watching me with the binos!"
"I . . . no . . . I was looking . . . for varmints . . ." I stammered. But the damage had been done.
He laughed for another minute or two, and then suddenly sobered. Walking up close to me, I stared in horror as he slowly unzipped his jeans and extracted his long limp penis, letting it dangle a foot in front of me.
"You want to see it up close?" he said softly. "Take a good look."
"Ty . . . stop it. Stop it . . ."
Quick as a snake he grasped my wrist and brought my hand to his penis. I clinched my fist but he applied pressure until my hand spread. Then he forced my hand around his cock. I could feel the heat, the blood coursing through it as it filled in my hand, growing hard. My heart felt as if it'd exploded from my throat, and I couldn't breathe.
The large soft crown was only a few inches from my face. My lips felt like sandpaper and I needed to lick them but I knew if I did, all was lost.
I was lost anyway. My blue-jean shorts were so damp against my thighs they felt sticky. I knew in another couple seconds, I was going to take that delicious head into my mouth and suck it. I couldn't help myself. Then Ty suddenly forced mey hand away and stepped back, stuffing his appendage back into his jeans.
Disappointment washed over me as I sat there trying to regain control of my heartbeat, and breathing.
When I could, I hissed, "Get out. Just leave."
"I'll leave, Miz Smith. I'm going to my room and pack now. In thirty minutes if you don't knock on my door minus the shorts, I'm gone." He walked away, leaving me there shaken, with damp cut-offs.
Bastard! Fucking bastard! He'd had me at the table! He'd known it too! In another minute I'd have been slobbering all over his thick cock, yet he'd stopped and walked away. Realization slowly soaked in. That wouldn't have been enough for him. He didn't just want me! He wanted me to ask him! Beg him! By going to his room, that was what I'd be doing! Well, fuck you cowboy! I'd be damned if I would do that!
Twenty minutes later, I stood and robotically unsnapped my shorts, letting them drop to the floor. I watched as my traitorous fingers unbuttoned my shirt and let it slide off my shoulders. Then, wearing only my panties I walked toward the back of the house. Gasping for breath, trying to cease trembling, I stood outside his door for over minute, then raised my tiny fist and knocked softly.
"Come in."
He was on the bed, naked, his cock half-inflated. It looked like a thick, meaty tower. I halted just inside the door, unsure of what to do now that I was there. I needn't have worried.
