The stagecoach was slightly behind schedule as it made its journey through the rugged dusty desert to its destination. The driver a short man, balding, had hardly any teeth and the ones he had were tobacco stained. He was very loud and swore like a trooper at either the team of horses or at his surroundings in general. His hat was battered with rips and tears and his scuffed boots had seen better days as well..He held the reins so very tightly in his hands and the chewing tobacco was dripping down his chin. He looked down at his stop watch and gave the horse a quick slap on the rump with the leather reins. Letting a loud raucous yell he coughs and spits a huge gob of tobacco juice out of the side of his mouth. The coach continues on its rutty wayward journey across the vast desert.
The beautiful woman inside the coach was being tossed about as if she were on the high seas and she felt bruised and battered. Her hair was coming loose from the large brimmed hat she wore and tendrils were hanging down her back. The tall man sitting across from her had his hat pulled down over his eyes but was sneaking peaks as she bounced around the seat. Her bountiful breasts looked like they were trying to escape the confines of her tight fitting blue dress. Her petticoats had flounced upwards and he caught a glimpse of ankle leather boots and a fine pair of legs that were shapely and delightful. She reminded him of a colorful vivid flower with her rosy cheeks, those vivid startling blue green eyes, a pair of full lips that were a lovely deep pink and hair that was almost platinum blonde. To say that she was ordinary in any way would have been a total fabrication.
Looking over at the man leaning indolently on his seat, she felt like giving him a good swift kick in the shins. How dare he sit there looking so carefree as if he hadn't a care in the world. She wasn't one that was prone to anger but she did have a temper inherited no doubt from her Irish Father. One more bump and she was sure she would go flying off the seat to land right on his damn lap. Her eyes flashed blue fire and her rounded derriere felt as if it were bruised and battered. The dust from the desert was permeating the air and it felt like she was suffocating with the heat and her abundance of petticoats. If she weren't a lady she would start stripping off here and now. Suddenly she felt like laughing as she envisioned the man sitting up in his seat to take notice of her half naked body.
She was heading to Tuscan, AZ and had heard it was starting to become a booming town out here in the desert. Knowing full well what lay in store for her as soon as the coach landed in that town she would be whisked away to her hotel to be pampered and given the very best of luxury. She was called the Desert Rose of Texas as she had been a huge success as a singer and dancer in one of the best music halls out there. Her voice was pure and beautiful and she could dance like one of the French Can Can girls. What she needed more than anything right now was a bubble bath and a glass of something to wet her whistle. She wanted one of those wine tipped cheroots that always made her feel more than a little naughty and a tad rebellious. Her Mama had always told her act like a lady and be treated like one and don't give in to your temptations.
Oh to be naked in those luxurious bubbles with her pretty painted toes sticking out through them. She would love a glass of that wonderful champagne like her former lover used to give her at night after the show had ended. He would be waiting in her dressing room with a bouquet of beautiful blood red roses and bottle of bubbly. Locking the door and helping her undress and he would be rock hard with desire as he watched her stand in her chemise and stockings with those sexy laced boots on. Her breasts would be pushed sky high and he would kiss the tops of them and caress them with his long thick fingers. Undoing the laces of her chemise and corset and her beautiful voluptuous breasts would pop out of their confines and he would suckle her large dark pink nipples with such greedy hunger that she would moan and cry out in sensual delight.
He was obsessed by her long blonde curls as they glided down her back to rest on her full hips. She was like his Lady Godiva as she stood naked with only her stockings and those sexy little boots on. Her hair covering her luscious breasts and her firm nipples peeking out through her curls revealing perfect pink hardened buds. He would pick her up and carry her over to her chaise lounge, then proceed to take her fine silk stocking off and those fashionable little boots. Her pussy was soft and beautiful so fragrant with soft white blonde curls barely covering the mound. He longed to bury his face within that feminine flower and suck her honey completely dry.
He leaned down to kiss her gleaming white thighs and she parted her legs with an unladylike seduction as he stared at her perfect glistening clit, so beautifully pink, lovely and smooth. She leaned her head back and he licked her plump pearl as her hair flowed to the floor and her shapely arms rested on the arms of the couch. Her moans filled the air as he sucked on her clit and his two fingers buried themselves in her sweet fragrant honey pot. He loved looking at her face as she climaxed..she was incredibly erotic and so very beautiful with her mouth opened slightly and her perfect lips so seductive. Those intoxicating eyes of hers so incredibly blue their fire giving them a beauty that was so amazingly flamboyant.
She lifted her body off of the chaise lounge, she was tense and he was prolonging the pleasure as he licked and sucked and then pulled away. He was a dandy and a gambler and was passionately in love with this sexy beauty. Her moans filled the air and she all but screamed out "DAMN YOU, PLEASE DO IT" stop teasing me. That was his cue to get down to business and he gave her what she wanted with pleasure. He sucked on her pearl once again and this time his fingers worked their magic inside of her hot tight sheath. Moving in and out and she gasped, writhed in ecstasy and cried out again "OH YES, YES, YES" as he brought her to an intense sweet and beautiful orgasm as she pulled on his hair frantically and cried out.
She remembered him moving up her body and somehow he was naked as well, she had no recollection of his clothing coming off but his hard masculine body was all over hers and his cock was so large that she gasped at it's massiveness. She touched it with hesitation and he growled, touch me my beauty, don't be shy. It was her turn to be wild with passionate abandon and she didn't let him down. She almost purred in her throat as he kissed her and she tasted her sweet honey on his lips. She liked the texture and smoothness of his hard cock. He groaned as she sat up and used both hands on him and moved them up and down with enjoyment.
Her naked breasts were consuming his thoughts and they were so very tempting and delicious. Those hands on his cock made him want to crush her to him and mount her, bury it deeply within that hot tightness and fuck her like crazy as he watched himself pound her from behind and his balls would slap against that very curvaceous lovely ass of hers. She stopped touching him and his passionate dark grey eyes looked in her seductive blue ones. She stood up and stared down at him, she looked like a goddess that had emerged from the sea. Pushing him onto the couch, she leaned towards him and her hair fell around them as she sat onto the floor.
