Jan's thoughts drifted as she reined her horse to the right at the intersection. She did not know where this road led, but exploring her new "neighborhood" was on the goals of her long Saturday evening rides. She had just been transferred to this small West Texas town from Boston, and she had resigned herself to make the most of it. She had enjoyed riding in her early teen years, and since she now found herself living in a part of the country where everyone seemed to own at least one horse. After living in a hotel for a week, she found a house with five acres several miles from the edge of town. She soon purchased a tall, bay Quarter Horse gelding from one of the local breeders and in no time at all, she was familiar with the horse (his name was Dollar) to take long rides.
Jan was thinking how much she was enjoying life on her own. She had requested the transfer from Boston following a nasty divorce that followed a long, unpleasant marriage. Her ex-husband had resented her success and her growing independence. After she turned forty, she decided it just wasn't worth it and asked him for a divorce. He refused, as if he did not want to give up his control over her. Only after agreeing to let him keep everything was she able to obtain her freedom. She now felt no need to have a man in her life, the long Saturday evenings with Dollar were quite enough for now. Her new home seemed to have an ample supply of long dirt roads with no traffic that were perfect for horseback riding.
Adam drove the last staple into the post and stood back to admire his handiwork. He had worked feverishly all day, not even stopping for lunch, because he really wanted to finish this fence today. He only had weekends to work on his own place, and he really wanted to spend Sunday relaxing before he had to go back to work on the Rogers ranch on Monday morning. Adam had cowboyed his way through high school and college, graduating with a degree in ranch management from West Texas State. He had married a young debutant from El Paso soon after graduation, but it did not take her long to realize that the ranch life was not for her. After working for three years as the manager for a large ranch owned by a doctor in Austin, he had saved enough money to make a down payment on his own small place.
Adam's clothes were coated with sweat and dust, and rather than track it into the house, he decided to undress and shower outside. His house was at the end of a long dirt road and he could hear a car coming long before it arrived. He looped a water hose over a tree limb in his front yard and sat down on the front porch steps to pull off his boots and jeans. He sat there for over 15 minutes; this was his favorite time of the day. The heat had subsided and everything was quite. He removed his shirt on piled it on the porch where he could deal with it later. He went inside to get a bar of soap and a towel and then walked to the end of the porch to turn on the water.
A flicker of movement caught Jan's attention as her horse turned a corner in the road. She turned to the left and saw a large naked man standing under a tree in front of small, white, frame house. He was standing with his back to her lathering his chest with a bar of soap. Without thinking, she reined Dollar to a stop and stared silently. He had the lean, muscular build of someone who worked outdoors. He looked to be a least 6'2'', with a slender waist and firm, tight buns. His short, brown curly hair was full of soap, traces of which ran down between his shoulder blades and over his small, round butt. She watched, holding her breath, as he rubbed his soap-covered hands over his hard thighs and over his flat stomach. Then, irritated by a fly, Dollar snorted and stomped, breaking the spell and startling Adam. As he turned to face her, Jan's eyes were automatically drawn to his cock, which hung conspicuously from its soapy nest of thick brown hair. She blushed when she realized she was staring at it and lowered her eyes, but he did not seem embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to see anyone out here," he apologized.
"It's okay, I'll leave," she said and she reined Dollar around.
"No. Don't. Please. Hell, you've seen most of the show already, you might as well hang around for the ending," he quipped.
Emboldened by his lack of modesty, Jan decided that he was right. She might as well enjoy the show. Adam stepped back under the hose and proceeded to rinse the soap from his hair. As he turned to rinse the soap from his back, Jan noticed that cock now hung a little heavier and a little thicker than before, so she assumed that he was appreciating his audience.
Adam finished his shower and walked into the house for a clean pair of jeans. He was buttoning them as a stepped out and asked, "Why don't you get down and join me for a glass of iced tea?"
"Sure, why not." She got down from her horse and tied the reins around the nearest fence post. There were two rocking chairs on the front porch, and when Adam disappeared back inside, Jan walked up the steps and took a seat in one of the chairs. She looked across the yard, taking in the two large live oak trees that bracketed the driveway and the vast pasture beyond. As she was gazing across the field, she was startled by the load clap of the screen door slapping shut as her new acquaintance stepped out with two large tumblers full of tea.
