And women figured it took some kind of man to ride all those mean spirited animals, and they just had to ride them cowboys.
Don't get me wrong. Leeza was the best thing I had ever seen in a pair of jeans and western shirt. She had large tits that were firm and tantalizing, a small waist, a great ass and long legs with strong thighs. And if I wasn't a top drawer rodeo star, at least I was available, and Leeza liked riding a real cowboy with a few scars she could trace with her manicured fingernail. And, I loved what she did to me.
We ended up getting married on a whim on a party weekend, when the booze was flowing and our passion was running high. As it usually did.
But, I knew almost from the start, that it wasn't going to work. I was working as a foreman on a large spread and I loved it. I've always loved cattle work and horses and if the pay wasn't that good, being outdoors and sitting on top of a horse made up for a lot. Leeza hated it. The sex kept us together longer than anything. She loved sex, and loved it with me. But in the end, even that wasn't enough to keep her. She got a job in town at a real estate office. After a few months, I knew something was going on. She and her divorced boss began taking weekend trips to Lincoln or Kansas City, ostensibly for real estate business trips, but I could tell things were different, so it didn't come as a big surprise when she left one day for greener pastures, driving off in the new Mustang convertible he had bought her.
I moved out of the foreman's house cause I didn't need all that room and moved into a bunkhouse apartment over one of the equipment sheds and told Joanna, the ranch owner, to put the Mexican family who worked on the ranch and at the big house in there, where they would have more room than the small clapboard house they had been living in.
So, I concentrated on work, and worked myself longer hours than the other hands during calving season, and ended up pulling more than my fair share of calves. It made for long days and nights but I didn't care. It kept my mind off Leeza, and got me past the worst of my heart ache.
It had been an especially long week when I made it back to my bunk house. I was tired, but I took a long shower. I had just wrapped a towel around me when there was a knock on my door.
Damn, I thought. Must be having trouble with a cow and need me to come help pull a calf. I opened the door expecting to see one of the hands working calving this night. It wasn't. It was Pam, Joanna's daughter. She looked me up and down.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked smiling, her gaze continually moving from my face to the towel wrapped around my waist.
"No," I said. "Hold on, give me a minute. I wasn't expecting anyone."
"Obviously," she said.
I let her in and headed for the bedroom, grabbing a clean pair of jeans. I slid them on and went back into the only other room in the bunkhouse.
"What you doing here? I thought you were at college."
"I came home for the weekend. Needed some time away from that place. But momma went into town with the Bentley's to go to dinner and some kind of community play, so I thought I'd come down and see how you were doing."
Pam walked casually around my bunkhouse. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a tight pullover shirt that accentuated her nice firm tits. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She wasn't as built as Leeza, but she was more than ample. She was wearing a nice perfume,expensive I know, that I caught the scent of as she walked through the bunkhouse. She was a sophmore in college now, and didn't spend much time at the ranch any more. She was nineteen now and had had a crush on me since she was fifteen, when I first came to work for her mother, right after her father had died in his helicopter. She never liked Leeza and was always telling me I could do better than that blonde bimbo. I would laugh at her, which would make her mad as hell, but she never stayed mad for long.
"Heard from Leeza lately?," she asked as she finally sat down in my only chair, crossing her legs so that her skirt rode up temptingly high on her thigh.
"Not since the divorce."
"Mmmm." she purred, as if in deep thought about that.
"I don't think your momma would approve of you being down here with me."
"Well, I'm not going to tell her. Are you?"
"No, probably not since I need this job."
Pam jumped up out of the chair. "Hey, do you remember when you danced with me at my cousin's wedding last year. That was some dance."
I did remember that dance. It was late in the evening when the lights had been turned down low, and the band was down to playing slow country songs and most everybody that was left at the reception were pretty well liquored up. She had come over and asked me to dance, smiling mischievously at Leeza as she pulled me onto the dance floor. Leeza smiled fakely back at Pam, not that Leeza cared at that point. She was already into her real estate man by then. Pam had just turned 18 and was headed off to college in another month. But, Pam was really hot that night. She had a short dress on that made her ooze sex, out of some kind of fabric that draped smoothly over her ass, accentuating her round buns. Pam is a good height to me, about 5'7" to my six feet, and with high heels on, she fit perfectly against me. She purposely found the darkest part of the dancefloor and wrapped her arms around me. Her hand found the back of my neck and she pulled close to me as the music started, pushing her pussy up against me. Even with the huge amount of alcohol I had consumed, my cock hardened as she slowly gyrated against me. My hardening cock made her push that much harder into me.
"I'm not a virgin any more," she whispered into my ear. "I wanted you to be the first, but I couldn't wait any longer."
I laughed lightly, even if I was flattered that this gorgeous young woman wanted me to have her cherry.
"Well, I'm not glad you lost your virginity, but if you did, I hope it was someone your own age."
"Well, almost. He was nineteen, and seemed pretty experienced," she said matter of factly.
"But, not the man you are. And quit talking like you're old. You're only 32."
Her lips were on my neck and her tits hard against me.