Generally speaking, I'm not a person given to lusting after men like they were nothing but a piece of meat. That is until I met my cousin Lucas. It happened not long ago, and I was supposed to have gone to Europe with my friends for my summer vacation. At the last minute my father informed me that he and my mother didn't have the money to pay for that kind of trip. Instead they were sending me to my uncle's ranch in Wyoming. I couldn't have been more dissappointed.
My dad could see my dissatisfaction with this upcoming trip, but he told me that I wasn't to let my uncle, aunt or my cousins see my upset. I spent two months sulking as I listened to my friends planning what they were going to do and see while they were traveling Europe. I couldn't believe everything I was going to be missing out on. On the last day of school, I said goodbye to my friends, knowing it would be several months before I saw them again.
When I got home, my father was waiting with my mother. My suitcases, which I had packed the days before, were already loaded into the car for the drive to the airport.
At the airport, we checked in and had my luggage checked as well. I waited sullenly as my parents told me what I was supposed to do and that my uncle was going to meet me at the gate when I arrived.
The flight took almost 6 hours...the longest six hours of my life. I, with my unfailing good luck, got stuck behind an obese man who insisted on reclining his seat back far enough so that it rested against my knees no matter which way I positioned them.
By the time I deplaned, I was tired, had a headache, and my knees were numb. I walked out into the slightly crowded airport, searching for anyone who I thought might be looking for me.
That was when I spotted him. Oh my god! There was a Greek god standing in the middle of the Cheyenne airport. His golden blond hair was swept back in a clean cut style and his emerald eyes glistened softly in the dim area. My eyes roamed downward, noting that he was turned sideways allowing me an all over view, I took in the tight fit of his black t-shirt, which revealed incredibly taut muscles, and a six pack any male model would kill for. His jeans clung to his somewhat thick legs, accentuating his firm buttocks and muscular thighs. He wore cowboy boots on his feet.
As I stood there gawking at him, I felt moisture flood my most private area and I couldn't help but flush at my reaction. I'm not an ugly girl. My shimmering, wavy auburn hair was the envy of most of the girls in the senior class and my violet eyes made some of my worst enemies green with envy. My skin is creamy white and I have a luscious, curved body, with fairly good sized rounded breasts, and slim hips. Yet I had never done anything more than kiss and touch a boy. I knew the rumors, that I was a frigid witch, but I didn't pay attention, not caring that I had never felt the kind of attraction to a boy that my friends always talked about. But now I understood what they whispered about at sleepovers...I could feel the moisture against my underwear, and shifted slightly to try and stop the throbbing that was pulsing through my cunt.
I was still standing there, not moving a muscle, gawking at him, when he suddenly turned in my direction, saw me, grinned, and started walking toward me. I was frozen to the ground, my mouth hanging slightly ajar.
His eyes glimmered softly, roaming over my body as he approached. When he stood no more than a foot from me, he said in his deep timbered voice, "Lily?" I nodded dumbly, just staring at him, awestruck by how incredibly sexy he was. He held out his hand. "You may not remember me. I'm your cousin Lucas. It's good to see you again. It's been years since you visited. I know my dad was supposed to pick you up, but something came up. Our prize mare just gave birth to a new foal." He quickly switched topics then, suggesting we go pick up my luggage. As we walked along I couldn't help but notice the slight swagger with which he walked, and the way his jeans clung to every muscle of his legs. It was enough to make a girl really hot.
"So, I hear you weren't very anxious to come out here for the summer?" he asked as we waited for my luggage to come down the chute.
"No, I can't say that I was, or am for that matter. I was supposed to spend the summer in Europe," I replied, grateful that my voice had started working again.
"Don't worry, you'll have fun. It may not be Europe, but we know how to show people a really good time." I looked up at him and he winked as if he knew what had been running through my mind since I first saw him. But that wasn't possible. I wasn't that obvious....was I? We picked up my luggage then headed to his truck for the long drive to the ranch. I was amazed at how large Cheyenne was and how desolate everything seemed once the city lights vanished behind you. I don't remember much of anything from the drive, I fell asleep just past the Cheyenne city limits. The next thing I knew, Lucas was shaking me slightly, urging me to wake.
I opened my eyes and felt something hard, yet comfortable beneath my cheek. Oh my god! I had fallen asleep on his lap. My cheek rested against his firm, muscular thighs and my feet were on the seat near the passenger door. I sat up quickly, having to pretend I had felt his erection against the back of my head. How he had driven like that I'll never know.
"We're here," he said quietly, as if talking to loud would make the tension in the cab of the truck unbearable.
"So we are," I said softly, not looking him in the face. I think this disturbed him, because he grasped my chin with his tan, calloused hand. His emerald eyes stared straight into mine, fueling an arousal in me that had been building since I first saw him. He saw it there, in the depths of my violet eyes, no matter how hard I tried to keep it hidden.
Satisfaction glimmered in him, knowing that I was so aroused by his presence. "I know your secret," he whispered, leaning closer to me. "Your father told my uncle that you were uptight and sometimes snobby, I figured that meant that you were frigid too, not at all like the little girl I remembered, but you're not are you? You're a hot little number...it just takes a really hot man to get to you."
I tried to turn away, ashamed that he could figure me out so quickly...that he could know how hot I was for him.
