I've run a B&B for about 15 years now in the Montana mountain ranges. My house is an old ranch home built by my Great Grandpa and has too many rooms and I don't have enough hands to clean them all. I don't typically get many visitors and don't do it for the money but rather the realization that our town four miles down the road doesn't have any hotels or really anything for that matter save for a small gas station and grocery store.
Its shelves are filled with goods that don't expire and snacks that crinkle when you carry them and the bags of feed for all the animals that are kept in the back of the store unguarded and available for pick-up. Our small town doesn't have much to it, save for a view of the mountains that would rival any Aspen resort and without anyone around which makes it even better.
Some weeks I can go entire days without seeing someone. No one stops by the house and my nearest neighbor is a mile down the road. I have 6 rooms that are available and during hunting season I will often see the rooms fill up with grizzly looking guys that look more like the animals they are hunting then the clean shaven city slickers over in Billings.
There is a large living room set before the fireplace that sits humbly in this ranch and is surrounded by well-worn comfortable brown leather couches in a semi-circle. I never had need for a TV as I don't care to hear what my newest opinion should be from people that don't know me or my thoughts. During the days when the suns out, I will spend time on my porch and just watch the sky burn bright then recede to night over the mountains.
This isn't hunting season so I don't expect much traffic and haven't seen anyone but the mailman in the last 6 days. The only guests I have seen recently were the gophers in the fields, the deer eating the flowers and the occasional bear that only comes close enough for me to fire a shot in the air that tells her that the food here is not available.
The only things I have coming up is the possibility of someone from Los Angeles coming by. The caller wasn't clear on who they were. They said they represented a private party wanting a place that was secluded and free of people where their client wouldn't be disturbed. I told them I didn't know who they were talking about, but they couldn't get quieter than here unless they were dead. I was told to expect them today.
The dead grass from the cold winter stands idly in the warming sky and sticks out against the gray of the mountains behind them on the rolling plains capped with white on the summits where it remains cold. Standing outside my door, I lean on one of the wooden posts on the large front porch and watch a car close the distance to my front door. I guess this must be my Los Angeles guest. It's a black sedan that kicks up a cloud of dust from the unpaved road stretching to the horizon. My mind holds no contempt for the visitors and instead I feel fortunate that as I get older and the gray in my head and in my beard fill fuller I am still exposed to those that aren't what I have known.
This place to me is heaven. A place where everything is possible, but nothing is asked. Nature shares her fortune and we can sit idly by and watch her bounty with curiosity.
The car makes the turn into my drive and closes the last tenth of a mile to my cabin before it comes to a stop at the bottom of my steps. The driver side faces my cabin and behind the wheel is a womans face framed by her straight blond hair and a pair of large glasses. Her beauty is evident behind the glass and the door that hides her body. I remain standing in place as she shuts off the car and glances over to me before turning back to her passenger seat where she removes her glass in a fluid motion as she lays those down on the seat and picks up a small bag from the seat.
She turns her body back toward the door and opens the handle as I see the doors seal break and the interior of the car becomes visible. She pushes the door out to its full extent with her foot wrapped in a boot that reaches her calf and above that is her tanned and muscular leg.
She lowers that leg to the dusty ground and slides her other leg over the lip of the cars doorsill and places it by her first foot. She then leans forward causing the loose shirt to slip down displaying her deep cleavage and the hint of a pink bra beneath. She straightens herself once she clears the car and places her purse on the roof of her car before stretching with both arms to the blue ceiling above her head. It seems that she is being pulled upward as she stretches and I also see her go on tip toes and she looks up toward those heavens before I see her body float back down to earth but her eyes remain on the cloudless sky above. During the stretch her body seems to lengthen by two times and her legs seem longer and her shorts shorter as they hardly conceal her private bits and reveal her fitness with their tightness around her small waist and large butt.
Once she comes back down, I see her turn to the car and root around in her purse as I patiently wait for her to let me know of her intentions on arriving at my door. She hooks her purse in her arm and spins quickly on her heel to face me, which kicks up a small dust cloud from her boots that settles quickly under her car.
"Isn't that Julies car?" I ask this stranger
"I'm not sure! My car broke down outside of town and Carl at the garage had this car brought over from somewhere and said I could use it while I waited for them to fix my car." She informed me.
"Did they tell you to come up here for the night?"
"They did. In fact, they said it could be a few days before they get the car working again. I hope you have room and don't mind the company?" She said with a question at the end. Her look was pleading and asking to be saved. She was a lady that seemed to know her beauty by how she carried herself but didn't seem to rely on just her looks.
"As a matter of fact, I do have the room. You may be sharing the ranch with one more besides myself. I hope that's alright?"
"That's okay with me. Though you seem, to me, to be great company by yourself. I'm Tess, how're you doing?" She said smiling as she ascended the stairs and held out her hand to shake. Pushing off the pillar I likewise reached out and introduced myself to Tess.
"Jake. The pleasure is mine!" I said as I tipped my old dusty cowboy hat. I realized quickly that I must be quite the sight to one so shiny and young as Tess. Wearing my old jeans with patches that I sowed on from fabric of the old drapes in the basement and my old ratty button shirt tucked into those pants. To her I imagine I looked well worn. All my clothes were clean but so worn that they were faded and would seem like something left on for days.
"Can I get your bags ma'am?"
"Sure you can Jake. It's in the trunk. It's not heavy but it has been a long drive and I'm tired." She said with a smile. I descended the stairs and as I approached the trunk she pressed the button on her remote and the trunk bounced up. When I opened the back there was a simple gray duffel bag and seemed out of sort for such an impressive looking woman. She seemed to travel with purpose and only took what was needed from what I could gather. Even with this she still seemed to radiate brilliance and beauty with how she walked and seemingly owned each space she stood in. I turned and slung the bag over my shoulder and peered up to Tess that seemed to be looking at me like I was a choice on a menu.
"No need to wait on me ma'am, feel free to head on in and choose any of the open rooms." I told her and she turned and walked in the open house.
"What if I choose yours, where will you sleep then?" She challenged.
