I had just graduated high school when I met Jack. He owned the ranch I went to work on, when I decided not to go to college. The ranch job wasn't by choice, but rather strongly suggested by my parents. They were pretty upset about my not attending UGA, especially after I received an academic scholarship, so they threatened to cut off my financial help if I didn't at least give it a shot.
Jack owned a ranch in Montana, where he lived alone. He would hire summer help when he needed an extra hand and since he was an old friend of my fathers, I ended up getting the job. It wasn't a working ranch but more of a very large sprawl of land that required some summer upkeep, so I thought it couldn't be all that bad.
From the pictures I had seen, it looked beautiful with streams and meadows and pine trees everywhere. His home looked more like a lodge than anything, log cabin style but very modern with pretty much everything you could imagine, right down to the saltwater swimming pool.
As I packed my bags, I wondered about my decision. I went through all my cute little dresses and thought about the spring break I'll miss with my girls, and all the parties. I folded all my jeans and tucked them in my suitcase, along with most of my tank tops and flannel shirts.
Looking down at my clothes, it began to sink in what I was doing. I had to remind myself that it was just for one summer and maybe fall. I could live with that. Besides, his place was pretty amazing. I was sure I'd be needing my bikini, so I tossed two of them in my bag. Just before I zipped it shut, I grabbed two of my favorite summer dresses just in case.
The drive took me two days to get there. When I was 5 miles away, I called Jack to let him know I was close. It was perfect timing since the last two miles are on unmarked dirt roads that I'm sure I would have missed. Cell phone reception was terrible but he was able to guide me the rest of the way until I saw a large steel gate with a crested arch that bore his initials, "JW."
The driveway was a quarter mile long and bumpy, so I slowly made my way until I could see his home. From a distance, it was amazing and I began getting excited. I pulled my car up next to his truck, which was parked right in front. Jack was standing on the porch, with a glass of tea in his hand as I got out. He looked to be about 6'4 and well built in his jeans and t shirt. He smiled and waved as I walked towards him, his boots clunking deeply as he made his way down the porch steps.
He was my father's age but didn't look a day over 50, which surprised me. I had envisioned a burly old cowboy type, which he was, but very easy on the eyes. We shook hands as I got closer and he took my suitcase up into the house. As I followed him up the steps, I couldn't help but admire his physique, as his outfit left little to the imagination. His jeans were snug and his t shirt clung to his back and chest like it was wet.
"Well", he said, "I'm glad to finally have you here. I was afraid you might have changed your mind."
When he spoke, my heart fluttered a little bit. His voice was deep and soothing, with almost a hint of Texan. I shook my head and assured him that I was here to work and wouldn't let him down. He laughed softly, telling me that he was sure I'd fit in just fine, and we walked to my room.
Jack left me to unpack and suggested I join him out on the deck when I was finished getting straightened away. The room was huge, probably twice the size of my room at home. I had my own private bathroom with a small balcony off of it, that overlooked one of the creeks, a massive king sized bed and nice flat screen tv on the wall. I explored my new home a little and then began putting my belongings in the closet. I took my small bag to the bathroom to unpack my shampoos and such, trying to make it feel as much like home as possible.
When I was finished, I decided that a shower would be a good idea to refresh and clean the road dust off. I wanted to make it quick so that Jack wouldn't wonder about me, so I just soaped up and rinsed off. My hair could wait till tonight. Wrapped in a towel, I went to my closet and picked out my favorite yellow summer dress. For all I knew, this might be one of the few times I get to wear it so I better not miss the chance. I'll admit that I wanted to look good for Jack, and my summer dress was a good combination of cute and sexy. After tying my hair up with a bandana, I slipped on my sandals and went out to the deck, snooping a little bit as I walked.
Jack was sitting in a large cushioned lounge chair beside the pool as I walked out. The sun was just beginning to set and the sky looked magnificent, so I walked out to join him.
"Pretty impressive, huh?" He said. I could barely speak as I watched the sky turn from orange red to purple. I just sat there staring, and occasionally looking at him. Once the sun had set completely, Jack got up and walked over to an outdoor kitchen area, switched on the landscape lighting and the pool lights.
The entire back deck area looked like a greenhouse without a roof. There were ferns and flowers, along with some baby pines surrounding the cedar deck, with lights hidden among them and the saltwater pool right in the middle. He opened a bottle of wine and brought it over, pouring is each a glass.
"I know you're not 21, but out here on my ranch, we live by Jacks rules." He said as he handed me my glass.
I was relieved that he let me drink. I was a bit nervous around him and needed something to calm my nerves. We sat there for an hour or so, drinking wine and talking as the stars came out. Jack was extremely polite and friendly, not at all what I was expecting.
Jack explained what I'd be doing as far as work and after a while I began to feel like this was going to be more like a vacation. I was going to be in charge of the garden and plants around the main house, including the pool area. That was it. I couldn't help but get the feeling that if I was a boy, I'd be put to work a bit harder than that, but I wasn't about to complain.
Jack insisted that I'd be putting in at least 6 hours a day since the vegetable garden was pretty large and there were numerous other plants that I'd be caring for. Oh, I almost forgot, I would have Saturday's, Sunday's and Monday's off and was free to use the pool anytime I wanted.
At this point I began to think I might just stay on all year, if the job stays this easy. He was paying me $400 a week but I had no way of spending it and all my needs were taken care of here. I had hit the jackpot. Jack finally said goodnight and left me alone one deck.
I was pretty exhausted from the long day so I headed to my room. The lights were dim as I slipped out of my dress and laid in on the chair. I climbed under the covers, naked as always, and laid there thinking about Jack. I kept replaying little things he said in my mind, and then mentally undressing him. I had intended on masturbating but instead fell asleep with my hand between my thighs.
The next morning around 6:00 am, Jack buzzed the intercom in my room to wake me. I climbed out of bed, which was probably the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on, and headed for the shower. When I finished, I threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top with my cowboy boots, pulled my hair back with a bandana and walked out. As I walked down the long hallway, I could smell coffee and cinnamon. Turning the corner into the kitchen, there was Jack with a cup of coffee for me and a plate of Danish treats.
