When I was just a little girl, I told everyone that I was going to marry a cowboy and live on a ranch in Texas when I grew up. I grew up and married a Connecticut Yankee but I still loved everything cowboy/cowgirl. I loved country music. I loved to go square dancing. I love to go horseback riding. I loved to go honky-tonking. With my Connecticut Yankee I never got to dress western, listen to country and western music, go horseback riding, or go to a honky-tonk. As the years passed, I thought about those things less and less until I opened my front door and found the Marlboro Man standing on my front porch. He actually looked like that ruggedly handsome cowboy that used to be in all those Marlboro Cigarette ads. He dressed like him too. Billy Bo stood there in pointed cowboy boots, boot cut western Jeans, a Western style Jean shirt, and black Stetson in hand.

With the baby on the way, I decided to rent out one of our spare bedrooms for the extra money it would bring in. I had placed an ad in the local paper a week earlier offering the furnished room with free cable hook up and telephone connection; three home cooked meals every day and full house privileges for $500 a month. The telephone was ringing constantly with people interested in looking at it. I wrote everybody’s name, number, and the time that they were coming to look at it down, but somehow I neglected to write down that Billy Bob was coming to look at it. Obviously I told him to come over at eight and I would fix him breakfast. I forgot to write it down on my personal calendar, so his arrival took me by surprise. I started to keep a diary the day after Betty and I made love the first time. My personal calendar was part of that diary which I kept locked in my desk.

A few days after Betty and I made love, she confessed that her seventeen-year-old son was a voyeur. He laid in wait to catch a glimpse of me naked and then whack off as he watched me. She told me that he had the wall beneath his window completely covered in cum stains. Picturing him standing there behind the curtains, pumping away on his cock as he watched me turned me on so I stopped getting dressed in the morning. I wandered around the kitchen naked, spending a lot of time in front of the windows. The kitchen was right below my bedroom, both facing my backyard and their house. My bedroom window and the kitchen windows were the only ones that faced his bedroom window. Being an exhibitionist made me so horny that I always climaxed the second I ran my massaging shower head over my little love button. Anyway, that’s the state I was in when Billy Bob rang my doorbell.

I always kept a short, white, silk Kimono Robe lying across the back of a kitchen chair because I would have had a hard time explaining my behavior to Ralph if he ever returned home unexpectedly and found me running around naked. As the doorbell rang a second time, I grabbed my Kimono, wrapped it around my naked flesh, and cinched it tight at the waist.

"Mornin, Ma’am. I’m Billy Bob. I’m here to see the room we talked about."

"Ah, yeah. I forgot you were coming this morning. Come on in. Let me show you the room first and then the rest of the place."

"Thank you, Ma’am."

He was behind me and I could feel his eyes on my bare legs and thighs as I lead him up the stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms were.

"If you decide to take the room, Billy Bob, you’re going to have to stop calling me Ma’am. It makes me feel old."

I smiled back over my shoulder at him.

"My name’s Cathy. Just plain Cathy. Ok?"

"Yes, Ma’…Cathy. Ah, hmmm…. You’re name may be Cathy but there nothing plain about you, Cathy."

"Why, thank you sir but flattery won’t get you out of paying the rent on time."

I smiled at him again and led the way into the bedroom.

"Well, this is it. What you see is what you get."

Jesus, I thought, I’m actually flirting with a guy I just met.

"As you can see, your room, well it will be your room if you take, shares a bathroom with mine. Everyone else that looked at the room liked the room but didn’t like the idea of sharing a private bathroom.

I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside.

"As you can see, there are bolts on the bathroom side of your door and mine that can be slid closed when one of us is in there so you would have plenty of privacy."

He looked slowly around the small bathroom, taking everything in.

I’m not much of a housekeeper and I forgot about the panties that still lay next to the tub/shower. Sliding open the shower curtain, he glanced at the massaging shower head that hung from the hook on the wall. He smiled down at me, knowingly.

"My mom, she a widow lady, has one of those massaging shower heads. I once heard her telling one of her girlfriends that it was better than any vibrator that she ever owned. She spends a long time in the shower too."

My nipples were on fire now. I could feel them thrusting out against the thin silk and I was sure Billy Bob could see them. I could feel my pussy juices oozing from between my pussy lips to seep down my inner thighs. I though I could smell my sex and I wondered if he could. I turned and retraced my steps towards the bedroom door.

"Come on. Let me show you the rest of the house and then we can talk over coffee. You have the garage too, if you want it. My husband never uses it because he’s too lazy to clean it out. There’s a lot of junk in there right now that I need to take to the dump but we have no truck."

A few minutes later we were seated in the kitchen drinking coffee. Billy Bob, as I suspected he would, drank his coffee black, no sugar.

"Well, Billy Bob, did you like what you saw?"

" I sure did, Cathy. Can I move in this afternoon?"

"Sure. Here’s a set of keys to the house and garage. There isn’t a lock on your bedroom door but you put one on if you like. I need the first months rent from you now. I need to get the baby nursery ready. Need the money."

"You’re in the family way, Cathy? I would never have guessed it to look at you."

He was writing out a check as he continued looking at me. He handed me the check. My heart stopped for an instant. He had given me a check for the first years rent. The check was for $6000.

"Jesus Christ, Billy Bob, all I wanted was 500 fucking dollars."

"I know Cathy but I plan to be around for at least a year working on the new pumping station…I have the money to spare…you could use it, right?"

"Billy Bob…."

I stood up and slipped out of my Kimono.

"Your mom was right about that shower head thing, but I still prefer having a good hard cock inside me. Judging from the bulge in those Jeans you’re just as horny as me so lets really get to know one another."

Kneeling on the floor in front of him, I pulled his boots and socks off. Without a moment’s hesitation, I moved up to unfasten his huge western buckle, open his Jeans and pulled them off. He didn’t have any underwear on.

"Oh, my, God. You’re a fucking horse."

Billy Bob stood up and picked me up by the waist, depositing my ass on the edge of the kitchen table. Like any stalwart cowboy, he was a man of few words. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he rolled be back on the table and rammed his cock all the way inside me in one mighty thrust. I had never felt so filled by a cock before; I could almost feel its head poking up against my heart. Billy Bob’s cock filled me to the point where I felt like a virgin again. As he pumped that gargantuan rod in and out of my clenching hole, I felt as if he was ripping me wide open.

I had never experienced such intense pleasure. I was totally lost in the moment. I had no control over my body. I felt my fingernails digging into his massive shoulders. I felt them rake down his chest. I saw the red welts they left in their wake, welts oozing droplets of blood. He pummeled my ass into the table pushing me over the top to send me crashing down into that bottomless abyss of ecstasy.

We climaxed moments later, his huge convulsing cock pumping me full of his fiery hot jism. My pussy couldn’t contain it all and I felt it seeping out to pool beneath my ass cheeks.

I lay their totally sated, unable to speak for several long minutes.

"Oh, Christ, Billy that was the best fucking I ever had."

Then I remembered where we were and I remembered how Betty’ s son liked to watch me naked.

"Ah, Billy Bob, I think we had an audience."

"Hmm…what do you mean, Cathy?"

"My neighbor’s seventeen year old son likes to watch me run around the kitchen naked. That’s what I was doing when you rang my bell. He whacks off while watching me."

"Well, Cathy, that’s fine with me as long as it fine with you. Now I better get dressed and go get my stuff. Ah, Cathy, my side of the bathroom door will always be unlocked.