Cowboy
(c) 1999 by Virago Blue

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction.  Any
representation, by name or description, is
purely coincidental.  This story is written for the
pleasure of adult men and women, not for
children.  If you are not of the legal age in your
state to be reading Cowboy, hit the
road...er...superhighway.  

A while back I mentioned putting a story to the Kid
Rock song "Cowboy."  If you can listen to
the song before reading this, it may help.  The
hard-driving beat, especially when the song
crescendoes in the middle and pushes even harder until
the end, makes me dance.  I hope it makes
you dance too.

Again, I must thank Souvie for her visual aid (ride-em,
cowgirl!).  Her taste in men reflects my
own and leads to sensational daydreams.  I still have
that visual aid, by the way . . . 

  

Cowboy . . . 

Robin felt the thump-thump of the bass pulse through
her veins, compelling her to surrender to the music. 
She danced, swaying her hips to the lash of each beat. 
Her eyes met the ice blue scrutiny of Colton Stewart,
the man of her fantasies.  He stared in interest as
Robin danced.    

They were in a room, dim and smokey.  Sex permeated the
ambiance.  Eclectic bodies nuzzled on furniture around
them, some watching and some preoccupied with fondling
another.  They had an air of familiarity.  She just
couldn't put names to the faces.  They were presences
that passed her by, labeling her a tomboy.  It didn't
matter now.  All she desired was the admiration of the
man she performed for.

Robin knew Colton was shocked to see her seduction. 
She usually looks less feminine when they meet.  He
never gets to see her in anything but her barn clothes:
old jeans, broken-in boots and T-shirts.  Her long
brown-red hair she kept back in a pony tail, sometimes
wearing an old baseball cap.   She barely resembled the
hot-blooded woman now lifting her slender arms over her
head undulating to the lewd lyrics and throbbing
rhythm.  She let herself get lost in the music. 
"Cowboy bay-bee . . . " the music played.  

With each toss of her head, Robin's chestnut waves
swayed against the small of her back. Wayward strands
slipped over one eye now and then.  She turned around
and around, bumping, grinding, reeling and thrusting to
the pounding beat.  Gilded red lips mouthed the words .
. . "-and rock that bitch up and down the coast--".  

"Fuck," she thought, "it's getting hot."  Sweat dripped
between her breasts as her dancing reached a wilder
crescendo.  Shouts of encouragement stimulated her even
more.  

Colton's attention never left Robin's body.  Maybe she
was getting to him.  If not tonight, then never.  

She turned back to face Colton, eyeing him intensely. 
Her gray eyes held him.  The ache of her lust and
desire increased with each pulse of music, each pulse
of blood through her body.  Small white teeth bit into
her plump lower lip as she continued her tease.  Her
hands drifted up and down her thighs while she danced
closer.  She felt the short hem of her blue sundress. 
Sultry, sweaty and snakelike, she slowly pulled the
dress over her head, shaking out a tumble of dark
curls.  She stood before the crowd unembarrassed, her
body was beautiful.  Breasts almost too large for her
small frame caught Colton's eye as he looked her over
appraisingly.  Now she could see the fire in his eyes. 
Her nipples tightened in response.  She stepped closer
to him, her blue bikini panties riding her hips with
each roll and grind.  They were soaked with her
excitement.

She kept in shape exercising horses everyday and it was
apparent by the healthy muscle tone in her legs.  Her
old worn cowboy boots dressed her feet as she walked
closer to Colton.  His eyes fell to her legs and then
slowly traveled up until he met her heavy-lidded gaze. 
He smiled that sexy half-smile she loved.  Uncommitted
yet promising.  Her thumbs slipped under the waistband
of her panties and slowly teased them down past her
hips and thighs, the dark mound of her bush now
visible.  She let them slip from her hands and stepped
out of them.  As she stepped closer to Colton the rest
of him came into focus from the smoke and shadows. 
Naked chest, broad and muscled, a barbed-wire tattoo
encircled one large bicep.  Her hot gaze went lower to
his belly, cut and just as healthy as the rest of him. 
Finally, lower, came the vision she couldn't wait to
see. Colton was wearing his worn leather chaps and
leather gloves and boots.  Skin showed through
what the leather and leather bindings didn't hide.  His
erection stood huge and glistening from between his
legs, inviting her.

Robin straddled Colton, teasing the tip of his cock
with a light brush of her pussy lips and dark bush as
she continued to dance over him, knees bent slightly. 
She moaned quietly when she felt the leather of his
gloves slide up and down her ass before gripping her
hips and impaling her on his stony cock.

She rode Colton with ferocious passion, slamming down
on him again and again, her thighs slapping against the
leather, his fingers digging deeper into the soft curve
of her hips.  She arched back, thrusting her hips
forward, sliding back and forth on his cock, feeling
the crush of his pubic hair against her clit.  She
fucked him a while longer, feeling the tension building
between her legs.  Colton's tongue captured her hard
nipple and pulled as she continued to fuck him.  It was
his groans that finally pushed her over the edge.  She
knew just then that she had finally got to him. She
slammed down on him one more time with a cry, throwing
her head back with the powerful orgasm.  Waves of
simmering dark pleasure swept through her as her hips
bucked against him, his cock dancing inside her . . . 

" . . . Robin?  Hello?"  Colton's voice tore through
her daydream.  Robin looked down at him from her perch
on top of the quarter horse.  She reined the mare to a
stop in front of Colton.  

"You look a million miles away girl.  Go on and bring
Red to the barn and untack.  Lesson's over for today. 
I'll see you tomorrow, right?"  Colton asked, his
eyebrows quirked in concern.

"Um, yes sir.  As usual.  Goodnight Mr. Stewart." 
Robin loosened her reins, letting the horse stretch his
neck and walk to the gate.  She sighed.  "I wonder if
he noticed anything?" she thought.  Her body still felt
weak from the strong orgasm.  

Robin dismounted at the gate, wiping sweat from her
brow.  She watched his retreating form with
admiration.  He was wearing those old leather chaps she
loved so much.

The End . . . feedback welcome and appreciated at
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