A rose by any other name will never be as sexy as the one who came into my life twenty years ago. At sixty, Rose Tucker is still full of youthful vitality and steamy sexuality. The passage of time has not wilted my Rose. Talking with her yesterday, sent my mind back in time two decades.
I was a twenty year old at loose ends having recently buried my fiancee and our unborn daughter. Their tragic deaths had me in what seemed like a permanent funk. Needing something to do, I answered an ad for a ranch hand. Gerald Tucker hired me on the spot.
While stringing barbed wire one morning, the slack in it whipped back, slicing my right forearm. I headed to the house to clean and bandage the wound. Passing by the kitchen, an image that branded itself into my soul from that moment on, flashed before my eyes. Cut be damned, I couldn't stop myself from staring.
A woman bending over pulling a pizza from an oven normally would not cause the branded image effect. This one did.
Her drum tight heart shaped ass was on display in the shortest Daisy Duke's I'd ever seen. Gleaming with a bronzed olive complexion, her legs were flawless, looking to be as smooth as glass. Their curves accentuated by the black "fuck me" pumps that she wore.
The combination of her beauty and a pain shooting up my arm caused me to suck in a breath. That caught her attention.
Placing the pie on the stovetop, she wheeled around and I lost my breath again. The view from the front equaled that of the back. A luxurious mane of jet black curls cascaded onto her shoulders framing brilliant green eyes and a sparkling smile. My eyes traveled to her bust. What I guessed to be a pair of 38C's strained braless against her red flannel blouse, which was knotted halfway between her bustline and her sexy navel.
The Daisy Duke's V'ed tightly over her mound and I swore I could make out wisps of her jet black pubes playing peek a boo as the light beamed between her thighs. "No panties?!" The thought raced through my mind.
"Oh, no! You're hurt!" Her angelic voice penetrated my lust filled thoughts.
"Barbed wire." I managed to mumble. She got the cut cleaned and bandaged quickly.
Inviting me to sit down at the table, the beauty introduced her as Rose Tucker.
My heart and my cock both sank as I noticed the sparkling diamond wedding ring on her finger.
Rose told me that she had just returned that morning from a church retreat and that she was turning forty today. I wished her a happy birthday and told her she looked thirty at most.
That made her smile again as she offered me a glass of lemonade. "The handsome
new hand just made my day. And, I don't even know your name."
I apologized for not introducing myself and did so properly just as Gerald came in for lunch. After kissing Rose he inquired about my injury.
"I'll live in large part thanks to my great nurse." As I bit into the pie, I felt Rose's bare foot rubbing my thigh. Slowly working her way up to my once again rock hard cock, Rose suggested that I stay out of the heat of the day because of my injury.
"Besides, I need someone tall to help me change out the curtains." Gerald asked me if I had a problem and was healthy enough to help his wife. Rose flexed her toes against my throbbing cock as I answered that I was willing to help Rose any way that I could.
"Let's start in the master bedroom." Rose led me into the bedroom. She excused herself as I began sliding the curtains from the rods above the picture window that looked out over their pool. It was a great view.
Rose cleared her throat demurely behind me. Turning around, I was greeted with a view that made the shimmering pool look like a landfill.
Rose stood before me in her birthday suite. Her skin glowing, breasts full and pendulous, her stiff nipples pointing straight at me. Rose's stomach was curvacious and toned. Her hips flaring into the classic hourglass figure that shaped the great ass that had turned me on earlier. A neatly trimmed bush proved Rose's curtains matched her drapes. Puffy pink pussy lips protruded beneath it glistening with proof of her desire. Those long tan legs supported the whole fuckable package.
