By the end of the week, the weatherman was reporting snowstorms expected to bring at least 2 feet of snow. I knew that Bill had planned on being back tonight, but when I checked my email, he had written that he'd been slowed down by the weather and wouldn't be back until tomorrow, if he was lucky. Since I worked a 4 1/2-day workweek, I got off at noon and headed out to the ranch to let Randy know that he might have to stay on a couple more days. Maybe I would get lucky and get some more of this fine stud! He definitely has a cock that needs lots of attention, and I have a need for hot sex! Great combination!
It was snowing by the time I left the office, the snow starting to blow across the road and build up drifts along the road. I drove carefully, not wanting to get stuck this far out of town and have to call someone. When I drove into the ranch, I could see that the weather was getting worse, but saw no sign of Randy. Just then he came around the corner of the barn riding Rusty, Bill's quarter horse. I got out and shouted to him, asking him "What's wrong?" He rode over to me, looking down, concern written on his face. "I got most of the cattle into the stockyard, but there's four or five more down in the gully that didn't come in with them. I have to ride out and drive them in."
"Wait, I'll saddle Ginger and ride with you," I yelled as I headed for the barn.
Without even thinking about what I was wearing, I saddled Ginger, mounted her, and led her out of the barn. As I swung up into the saddle, Randy smiled at me and said, "Just had to get in the saddle, didn't you, Joy." I laughed, remembering last fall and my education of pleasure in the saddle, and we headed out to the back pasture to bring them in. We had no problems getting them together and headed for the barn. By then the coldness was starting to seep into my bones. I had on my running shoes, which were getting colder and wetter by the second. Randy rode up beside me and told me to head on to the bunkhouse. He had the heater going and I could warm up while he put up the horses. He'd already spread the hay around for them (and the cattle) - and then he'd join me. Since my toes felt like they were freezing, I dismounted and led Ginger to her stall and headed for the warmth of his room.
Oh, it was so nice and warm here! I went to his kitchenette, heated some water to warm my feet, filled a pan, shed my coat and shoes and stuck in my feet to thaw them out. The way the wind was whipping around outside, it made the room seem colder so I pulled the blanket around my shoulders, huddled on the couch. A burst of cold air and snow blew into the room as Randy opened the door. His concern was obvious when he saw me soaking my feet. He removed his coat, throwing it on a chair, and knelt down in front of me. His hands dipped into the water to start rubbing my feet and get the circulation going again. Oh, his hands felt so nice, the roughness stimulating my feet and warming my whole body. All the nerves end in your feet, and Randy was unconsciously moving his hands over each and every one! A small mewling sound escaped my lips as he moved his fingers between my toes. He looked up, saw my flushed face, and his concern turned into a smile.
