Once a year Linda and her husband took their children to the local rodeo just to dabble in the atmosphere and enjoy a night of âcowboying it upâ. Their two boys adored this special night of their summer vacation and tonight promised to be even more special because their grandparents and cousins were meeting them there. Lindaâs mom and dad were driving in for a fun night out, something they rarely did, as well as one of her brothers and his family. Linda had grown up in the city but her own grandfather had been a cowboy so she had some influences that drew her to the rodeo more than those that were coming with her tonight. She had looked forward to it for weeks and encouraged everyone to âdress the partâ.
The last thing she expected was for her father to participate but when she walked in through the gates of the rodeo and spied him down the way with her mother, her jaw nearly hit the floor. Now her father had always been drop-dead gorgeous. She remembered friends all through middle school and high school wanting to come over and spend the night just to oogle at her father. Lindaâs father had been the athletic director and head football coach at her high school, the only one in the semi-suburban town that she grew up in. He stood tall at 6â2â, solid around 225 pounds with thinning dark hair speckled with gray at the temples. His dark brown eyes had a twinkle that drew women to him even though his eyes were for Lindaâs mother alone. There were no words in which to describe the athleticism he kept up in his hard body, even at the age of 61. In fact, the older he got, the sexier he seemed to be.
Tonight was no different. In fact, dressed in tight wranglers, a button down shirt and black boots, topped with a brand new straw Resistol he had just purchased, Linda couldnât believe that this sexy cowboy was her father. She could see his whole face light up as his blue eyes fell upon his only daughterâs form and without any words spoken, they met halfway across the distance between them to be captured in each otherâs arms. As his strong arms enfolded Lindaâs small form to his hard body, she couldnât help but smile as her eyes fluttered close, breathing in the delicious aroma of his cologne. He was so sexy and strong and everything that she had always wanted in a man but yet no one came close to her father.
The top of Lindaâs head came just beneath her fatherâs chin as she nuzzled lightly in her fatherâs neck and felt his lips crush to the top of her head as he gave her a gentle squeeze. She heard her motherâs voice faintly as she greeted everyone and the boys screams of delight as she presented them with small gifts. She spoiled them rotten but at this particular moment, all Linda could think about was her father and having this moment with him. Inwardly, as she reluctantly pulled away from his strong arms, she wished her own husband could be like her father. She remembered even when they first got married how he accused her of always comparing him to her father and even though she had denied it, she knew it to be true.
âYou look beautiful, Lyn,â he said, his smile beaming down at his beautiful daughter as he held her at arms length.
Her smile was radiant as she pulled away, teasing him gently as she moved to hug her mother. âLook whoâs talking,â she laughed, kissing her mother on the cheek. âJust look at you.â
At her words, her father showed off a bit, strutting around in those tight Wranglerâs as her mother just laughed and paid attention to Lindaâs small boys. But Linda couldnât help but notice how her fatherâs jeans didnât leave much to the imagination. They showed off perfectly his tight ass and the more than average bulge in the front of his jeans and Linda felt a blush kiss her cheeks as she imagined momentarily what it might be like to be caught up in a passionate embrace against his body. She laughed as her father took her arm and then began to walk down the concrete aisle towards the ramp leading up to their seats, trying to still the wild beating of her heart as she teased him good-naturedly.