Cowboytoy Adventure

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He wasn’t a stranger but not completely familiar. We’d known each other for years in social settings and even worked together occasionally. It never occurred to me that either of us felt anything more than respect and perhaps a little casual flirting as is often present between friends of the opposite sex. I never imagined he could be attracted to me and I wasn’t looking for extracurricular activities outside my marriage.

Sadly, as too often is the case, my marriage fell apart. Well, more accurately, it crashed and burned after too many years of being a smoldering, empty shell. A ghost town with no occupants, we had grown apart and things had gotten ugly. It was time to move on.

Funny, I hadn’t realized that I’d suppressed all these passions and desires for so long. Caught up in the day to day drama and survival in rough waters, I just sorta stopped feeling. Once free from the suffocating influence, I realized: I’m divorced, not dead, so maybe it was time to start actually living again, to experience life… to get laid!

Not sure quite how to jump into the pool again, I just wanted to get my feet wet. Dip my toes in to check the water, so to speak, but not quite brave enough to jump into the deep end. I couldn’t casually find some lonely guy at the other end of a bar somewhere. It just wasn’t my style. And yeah, you could say I have a few trust issues these days. Not that I was looking for some romantic, sweep-me-off-my-feet Romeo, but a phone call during the week and dropping by with drinks and pizza on a Wednesday would be nice before you fuck my brains out every weekend, you know?

I ran into Jesse at the gas station that last night of moving. I had 45 miles back to my new town and it was all country road so I had to fill up. We naturally caught up with current events and he seemed genuinely surprised that I was single. And maybe he noticed I was slimmer, more full of spice than sugar, perhaps I was even flirting? He gave me his number to keep in touch… offered to lend a hand as I settled into my new life. Always a great guy, the idea of hanging out, having a few drinks and laughs was appealing, so I gave him my new number too. I harbored no delusions of anything more. This was clearly a May/December friendship and I certainly wasn’t spring!

Then things changed so quickly. No beating around the bush and it wasn’t subtle at all!

Thirty minutes into my long drive back an unfamiliar number came up on my phone. His text message was simply, “Now that you’re single, I guess I can tell you that you’re beautiful.” What?!?! That this sweet little country boy even had an awareness bonus veren siteler of me in that light just floored me!

The exciting part was that now I had the freedom to let the idea flower in my own mind and I realized he was pretty damn hot!

Not especially tall, Jesse carried himself with confidence and masculinity just oozed from his pores. He had a strong physical presence and his cockiness lent itself to the impression of a much bigger guy. He was clean cut, but the shadow of strawberry blonde stubble graced his jawline. I hadn’t realized before, but even his smile had was his own brand of sex appeal; a sort of lopsided, cocky grin with those romance novel “smoldering” eyes. How DO you do that anyway…smolder?!?

I found myself turned on by our casual texting as it became more and more suggestive. More intimate. As I let my mind consider the possibilities, I felt myself getting wet in anticipation of this “friends with benefits” opportunity. He had no strings attached and nothing holding him back from doing whatever, wherever or whenever he pleased. Including whomever he pleased. And he seemed to want to please me.

Why not? My daughter was away with her cousins for a week and I was off work while I put things in order. The utilities were taken care of, I didn’t know any neighbors yet and my friends were an hour away. There were no appointments or obligations for me to meet, no distractions and no one was going to drop by.

So Jesse and I made plans for a weekend project…you know, bring your tool belt and give me a hand in my new place. Just drinks and music, (really?) – A subtle hint here, and not-so-subtle hint there, and I’d have him in bed for sure. I had set the stage for an intimate scene of erotic fantasy. But I wouldn’t make the first move, just provide the opportunity. I still felt nervous and sorta doubted if he was serious or playing some mind fuck game with me.

He showed up in boots and a hat, that sexy grin on his rugged face and his tool box in hand. No flowers or candy, but what the hell… I wanted a romp in the sack with a little romance, not another deadbeat husband or even a serous long term relationship! His sexy southern drawl and sentences peppered with “darlin” and “hun” already had me humming. And he definitely got brownie points for the wine he brought, “just to relax while we work” he said.

Of course I poured a couple glasses of his wine and began showing him around the place. Unpacked boxes were lined along walls, but things were starting to come together. More importantly, my bedroom was the first places I bedava bahis had finished. After all, this was my personal haven. I had paid special attention to the lighting, to candles and scents, to feeling sensual first, before functional. I mean, I had decided to live life again and start taking care of me… so I wanted to feel relaxed and comfortable in this one space that was truly all mine. Kids and neighbors, friends and relativse could have the run of the house, but this space was all about ME.

As he set his wineglass on the fireplace mantle, he subtly turned and stepped into my body. The electric shock coursing through me was just that – SHOCK! It had been so long since I’d felt that amazing ZING from a first touch, that desire so strong that juices flow before you even realize what’s happened!

I responded by wrapping my hands around this sweet, tight ass and pulling him closer, pressing hard nipples against his chest, coyly rubbing against his now hard cock. In moments we had somehow reached the bed and begun undressing each other.

There’s nothing quite like crisp, fresh sheets against your naked body. To hell with satin and who can afford silk? Eqyptian cotton is like creamy, smooth butter; cool, soft and slick. Plump feather pillows. Candlelight and quiet, sexy music playing softly in the background. Another naked body. His naked body.

All man yet still boy. My own cowboytoy.

Yes, Jesse is ALL male, virile and full of strength. Bursting with passion and power. Honest, hard-working. Serious yet teasing and playful. His hands are strong and he works hard. His calluses are points of roughness just adding to the kaleidoscope of stimulating touches. They caress me gently at first but it’s too hard to hold back and I don’t want him to keep his desire in check, to restrain himself… or me.

My breasts are heavy with desire, nipples hard and ready to be tasted. His lips burn a trail down my jaw, my throat, my shoulders. My mouth is swollen from the hunger we share in our kisses but he won’t stop there. I know he wants me as much as I want him. He sees the little devil inside and won’t stop until she’s released.

I’m hot and ready but we’ve only just begun.

My legs part without thought or command. Animal instinct leads my body. I can barely catch my breath as he slips his fingers inside my warm, soft pillow of flesh. I need to breathe but I can’t stop panting. How can this desire take me so completely off balance? His thumb strokes and teases my clit as I lose focus on his needs. I’m so close to the edge already but not ready to fall into the deneme bonus abyss. It’s been too long since I felt this way… since a man’s touch could move me to forget my name or stop caring what day it is.

I feel his hardness along my thigh as his tongue and lips nibble a trail down my belly and his fingers begin searching deeper, pressing harder. He knows I truly can’t stand another minute of this sweet torture. Parting my lips, rubbing and pressing my button, he’s no longer gentle but quickly, confidently makes me come. A thousand tiny bursts of electricity flow through my body as my heart stops beating for just a moment. Pulsing waves take over yet it’s not enough. I need him deep inside me, feeling my spasms of ecstasy surround and squeeze him. Plunging into me again and again, another wave crashes to shore until he can longer rise above the tide himself. I clutch his ass sinking my fingers into the taut muscle and tightly hold on through the storm.

His moans roll deep within his throat as his muscles tense and his grip tightens. As I wrap my legs around him he thrusts faster, as deeply as our bodies can yield to one another. If only he could slip under my skin our fusion would be complete, so totally do I want to devour him with my hunger and lust. I feel his hot, creamy juice flow as I suck and pull him with my muscles to keep him inside me.

Already unable to steady my breathing, he plunges his finger inside me once more, just tickling my g-spot. Hot and dripping, he slides it into my ass as he thumbs my clit, fucking me to another orgasm so wild we’re both spent… for the moment.

But only long enough to kiss and lick away the salt and sweat from each other’s bodies. It’s much too early to say goodnight.

I whisper to my cowboy, “let’s ride again” and begun kissing, licking, nipping at his ears, face, throat, shoulders. His hands turn me on so completely I begin making love to his fingers with my mouth, tonguing and suckling his fingers. My hands tease and pinch his nipples and I feel his beautiful cock grow hard again.

So many choices, so many options. Which direction do I take? Bringing him pleasure whets my appetite and fills me with a thirst for him stronger than before. Is this night only the beginning of our explorations? How far do I go and how much do I hold back?

Of course I want him. He makes me feel again. I want his thoughts consumed by the feel of my skin, the taste of me, to hear my panting breath in his ear, to know the scent of my desire. He would kill for my touch, always ready to take me. I can rock his world when he plays my music.

No promises. No guarantees. But I know he’ll be back for more. Like a drug I crave his touch as he craves mine. I know the secret places only my touch and my tongue can bring to life… to make him hard and throbbing on the outside… but soft and weak on the inside.

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