Patricia sat on the bar playing with the lip of her glass and eyeing the cowboy watching her from a table behind her.
He smiled, displaying a cute set of dimples. He cocked his eyebrow and raised his beer bottle up as to salute her. His buttoned up shirt was open and it exposed his gleaming chest.
Patricia smiled nervously, bringing her blonde hair over her ear quickly. She was making a full out of herself and sighed down into her cup.
The cowboy put down the bottle and walked slowly up to her. She heard the boots clack the ground getting closer and she circled her finger around her glass.
He sat on the stool next to her and tilted his cowboy hat up. His eyes were purely green and his smile was radiant.
"Howdy" He said, "Two beers, bartender."
"Coming up!"
"Hi." She said with a slight grin.
The bartender came back with the beer and set on the table.
"Here's your beers, partner."
"Thank you sir."
"You-‘re welcome!"
The cowboy slid one next to Patricia's class and opened up his by squeezing and turning the knob.
"Ooops, I fogot about yours." He said and opened hers up.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome." He said, smiling the same radiant smile, "So," he continued, "what's a good looking gal like yourself doing alone?" He intertwined his fingers together and studied her.
"Just seeing around, seeing if any cute cowboys like yourself would approach me." She smiled and then laughed.
"Yeah?" He said, half grining, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." He put out his hand. "My name's Clay."
"Patricia."
"Wow, that's a pretty name."
"Why thank you."
"Yeah." He looked down and over to the band playing. He flicked a thumb.
"You like it?"
"Love it."
"So, you wouldn't mind a man like myself asking you for a dance?"
"I'll be glad too."
He took her hand, she put the beer bottle down and they went to the dance floor.
The colorful lights circled the floor and the band began their up beat country song.
Clay took Patricia's right hand and rested his left on her narrow waist. He could feel her plum butt under her tight jeans. He looked into her blue eyes and smiled a playfully.
They slowly began moving their hips to the music. Her hips were rocking against his crotch. It surprised Clay for a moment, but he liked how it felt. He wanted to enter her vagina, but knew he had to be patient and wait. Then as they turned around, she pinched Clay's butt. Clay clenched up and smiled. Patrica bit her lip and raised her eyebrows.
Patricia could feel the muscular build underneath Clay's shirt; there was no doubt this cowboy had spent a lot of time at the gym. He smelled of alcohol and Stetson cologne.
She welcomed the growth pressing against her vagina as she rocked into him. She looked down on it as if something new was happening. She loved how big it felt.