Rough_riding_tender_cowboy
Dust rolled up from the pick-up tires as it tugged a rusted horse trailer down a winding South Dakota back road. The sun was already high in the sky as the rancher headed out to check the water supply and some fences in the north pasture. As the truck bounded across another cattle crossing, a late model red mustang convertible came into view parked to the side of the path, top down and empty. He stopped to see if he could find any sign of the occupant or occupants. This was not an every day occurrence, no more that 20 or so vehicles ever used than road a year, and most of that traffic would be found during hunting season. Everything seemed in order, neat and clean, except for a crumpled up receipt for a bottle of Chardonnay and some small flashlight batteries.
He quickly jotted the license plate number on the back of a feed receipt, planning on calling the local sheriff later in the day, and went about his business. He backed his buckskin horse out of the trailer and rode over the hill to check the first creek bed for its water supply. As he weaved his way though the spruce he spotted a glimpse of color near the water, slowing his mount he worked his way closer. Then taking his binoculars from the saddle bag found a nice vantage point on a near by rock out cropping. The view was breath taking, there on a blanket next to the creek bed was the most beautiful lady he had every seen. H er auburn hair glistened in the sunlight and her flower patterned blouse and hot pink shorts gave color to the bland landscape. She appeared to be writing something , a letter perhaps or a story. She would write for a while, and then she would gaze off in the distance. He watched wondering what she could be possibly writing about.
She poured a glass of wine , put it to her lips, taking a small sip and began writing again. Pausing she unbuttoned her blouse exposing her large full breast as she dipped her finger in the wine and slowly caressed the nipples till they stood firm and proud. Then she began to write again only to pause again but this time to slip her hand into the hot pink shorts. He could only imagine what her fingers felt as they slid over her soft moist pussy lips or possibly the ball of her finger rolling back and forth over the sweet hot clit. But he did know what he was feeling, the discomfort of the large tight lump in his tight wranglers and the deep yearning in the pit of his stomach.
Again she took the pen and began to write, her thoughts and feeling coming to life on the paper. He watched in earnest and again the pen fell to the ground and she pushed off the pink shorts and panties. Spreading her legs wide as she leaned back taking her vibrater from her bag and slowly stroking her wanting wet crotch. Her beautiful body glistening in the sun light as the tip of her toy hummed over her clit, her body arching to meet it as she drove it deep. Her head thrust back as she stroked in and out faster and faster. Her soft moans could be heard over the still hill side as he watched and tried to steady the binoculars with one hand as the other began to rub up and down on his hard cock compressed to tight in his tight Wranglers. He watched as her body trembled as she reached her ecstasy her beautiful figure stretched quivering at the waters edge gave him feeling he had never felt before, he found himself rubbing the hardness in his Wranglers. The deep aching inside told him he had to meet this lady, so he mounted his trusted steed as she dressed, circled the hill, and rode quietly up the creek bed.
She gasped as she looked up from her note pad to see the towering figure of a large man on horseback before her. “Am I trespassing?” She asked as she looked up at his weather beaten face.
A smile broke through his soft, slightly graying whiskers and one finger pushed his Stetson back. “No ma’am, it’s quite all right. Mother Nature should be enjoyed by all. What ya writing if I may be so bold” he asked as he stepped down from his mount.
“Just a story of fantasies,” she answered. ” I love to write.
“Do you mind if I read a bit?” He asked.
Blushing, she slowly handed him the manuscript.