Cowboy Heat

The normally peaceful ranch, THE DOUBLE M, was in
upheaval.

In the breeding barn Marie was preparing the mare to
stand for the stallion. The red quarter horse was already antsy and Marie
talked to her softly.

“Being in heat is a time stopper little girl. Settle
down so we can get you out there.”

The mare snorted gently and danced around.

From outside Marie could hear her father barking
orders and directing the driver of a horse trailer to the paddocks where the
newly purchased stock would be kept until they were checked over by the vet and
assigned stalls.

Even over that she heard HIS voice, the one she
waited to hear every day, discussing the breaking of the mustang brought in
last week with one of the hands. Jack was pounding his next chore into the head
of an already overworked cowboy

“I’m anxious to get this jug head settled and
trained. I got a lot of other things to tend to, Frank”. Work on him for a
while will ya, be right back”

Then Jack was there in the barn. She could feel his
presence. “Your father said to get the mare out now.”

Marie continued to twist the mare’s tail up tightly
to keep it out of the way during the process. “Yeah, yeah. Tell him to hold his
britches on. I have to get this little lady ready for her man.”

As Marie said the words she felt the heat in her own
gut at the thought of male and female union. She hadn’t heard Jack move and
looked over her shoulder. He was still there with one foot out of the barn and
the other planted firmly while he watched her closely.

Getting caught gawking Jack jerked out of the barn
and headed away. He felt it too, she knew it. When they were around each other,
there was something drawing them toward each other. Something hot. Something
forbidden.

The magnificent stud was already in the corral. One
of the hands held the lead rope up short trying to contain the stallion’s
excitement and strength. The horse snorted and shook his head from side to side
his brilliant mane flying wildly. As Marie led the mare toward him the natural
need to mate became a tangible addition to the air.

Both horses strained at the limitations their
handlers had on them. They both wanted to run free out into the forest and
proceed with their mating in the wild.

Marie moved swiftly and led the mare to a corner of
the corral and positioned her up close to the rail. The hired hand followed
quickly trotting beside the stallion and brought him up right behind the mare.
There was some nickering and head shaking while the stud dropped his long,
thick penis into position and then immediately mounted and drove himself into
his unsteady mate. The mare instinctively backed up against him and they were
solidly united.

The horses led back into stalls in different
buildings, Marie washed up a little at the horse trough and headed in to check
in the new livestock with her father. It was her duty to keep the records on
the Double M and she was diligent about it. Someday this place would be hers
and she wanted to be the best.

About an hour before sundown Marie spotted Jack on
his horse moving toward the wood line as he seemed to do almost every evening.
Finished her chores now she hustled to the barn and saddled her horse. Picking
up a rolled blanket she tied it to the back of the saddle and off she went
intent of finding out where that luscious man went.

So this was it. It made sense. Jack Robertson came to
the same place every hot afternoon to slip down to the river and cool off.
Working for her father on their horse ranch was dirty, sweaty work.

Marie
slipped from her horse to walk him behind a thick stand of trees. She padded
quiet as an Indian across the twig and limb dusty path careful to stay out of
sight.

Jack was
handsome with all that thick mahogany colored hair swirling down to the top of
his T-shirt. His muscled arms would be hard beneath her fingers. They had
bumped into each other more than once while they worked side by side and she
had felt the solid wall of him.

He slipped
his shirt over his head and tossed it on a fallen log. Her heart did a little
flip at the sight of his strong back and that familiar coil of heat spiraled
through her. She could imagine how it would feel to run her fingertips across
his shoulders

A black
leather belt held his jeans snug to his waist. He had a nice rear encased in
those tight pants. She wanted to see the front of him where that belt met with
the dark swirl of hair that disappeared there.

As if he
heard her thoughts he turned around and looked up the slight incline to the
trees. She hugged the tree tighter so he wouldn’t notice her. Yet.

Pulling off
his boots, he slid out of his jeans and wearing no underwear quickly stepped
into the cool water. She could see the swift current of the river increasing
out toward the middle. Everyone knew to stay close to the riverbank.

When he swam
out a little too far she stood up to watch. He quickly controlled his situation
with strong arms stroking the water and floating with the current for a few
minutes. And then he was diving under and powering back toward land till he
could almost stand up.

He was the
most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was akin to her standing stallion
which she got enormous fees for his stud service. Power was something to
observe no matter what form it took.

Crouching
down she watched his every move, how he reveled in the coolness of the water
washing the day’s work from him. Occasionally she could make out a smile on his
face as he rose from the water with rocks in his hand and proceeded to skip
them down stream. A man at play after a hard day’s work. She wanted to be his
hard day’s work. Marie wanted to be that water that swirled around his loins,
his manhood, and his flat stomach.

Feeling
herself dampen with the desire to touch him, she continued to watch him for a
few more minutes. He was still swimming a ways off the river bank. It was now
or never. She’d been putting this moment off fearing rejection but today she
was determined to get his attention once and for all.

As she
strolled out of the woods she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted his
name, waving her hand. He looked around and spotted her. He stood up, stock
still and stared as if he couldn’t believe she was there.

Keeping her
eyes on him and standing as tall as she could, Marie slowly unbuttoned her
shirt.

“Hey, can’t
a man have a bath in peace?”

Grinning,
Marie slid out of her shirt slowly and provocatively. Plump round orbs of flesh
shone in the sunlight.

She had
definitely captured his interest. Unzipping her jeans she lowered them
revealing she too wore no underwear.

“What are
you doing? You’re going to get me fired.”

Fired
alright. Fired up, she thought with a wiggle.

“I’m going
to join you for a swim.” He seemed to be backing further out into the water as
she slowed her steps and made a big deal of removing her boots so she could
kick the jeans off completely. She laughed a little hoping he was growing hot
in that cold water.

“If your
father catches you doing that, put your clothes back on and act like you’ve got
some sense.”

Pulling the
rubber band from the ponytail she kept it in during working hours, she shook
her hair to let the long blonde curls cascade across her shoulders. It made her
look older than twenty-five. Since he was thirty-one and she knew he counted
himself too old for her, the boss’s daughter, she would prove today that he was
wrong.

He didn’t
yell for her to stop as she stepped into the water. Jack simply stood there and
stared. It was chilly and her nipples responded right away. She knew her
breasts were well rounded and bountiful and she had seen him looking at them
before imagining what they would look like without a shirt. Today he would not
only see but have full access.

Sliding into
the water she swam toward him. It was then she heard him curse loudly and yell again
at her to go back. He turned his back toward her.

Ignoring him
she increased her speed and before he knew it she was diving under the water
and grabbing him by the hips and pulling herself up in front of him.
Accidentally brushing her leg against his cock.

He knew he
was going to pay for this one way or the other. But how can a man, a human
flesh and blood man resist a woman like this.

He only
stared at her. First her breasts, then her blue eyes and without another
thought he ran his hands down her wet hair and to her shoulders.

When his
mouth moved to say something she put her finger to his lips and her other hand
ran down from his navel through his curly mass of course hair to stroke his
manhood. She felt it rising even more to her touch. Curling her fingers she wrapped
them around him and heard an involuntary groan come from his lips.

He drew in
his breath suddenly but didn’t move away. Sidling up closer to him she pressed
her breasts against him. “Let me touch you Jack. You know you want me to. You’re
getting big and hard already.”

After a
moment of reaching for his sanity, he threw caution to the wind. His hands
continued from her shoulders to find both breasts. He squeezed her nipples and
then quickly followed his hands with his mouth. The sweet soft sigh that
escaped her lips seeped into him and his desire rose as quickly as a
thermometer on a scorching day.

As he sucked
them in, the heat from his mouth was in deep contrast to the chill of the water
and the air. She leaned back and gave him access cradling his head in her arms.
Nothing had ever felt like this before. No one had stirred her blood the way he
did. Marie gave him his way and almost slipped beneath the water from the
frenzy it caused in her blood.

She
continued to slide her hand up and down his penis. Jack moved in even closer to
kiss her. Closer. Pausing, he laid his mouth on hers, softly, teasing. Rubbing
his mouth on hers lightly he drew heat and desire from her as only a man can.

He ground
his hips against her hand. Taking that moment she released him, put both arms
around his neck and with a little hop, encircled his hips with her legs. His
huge cock bobbed between them.

Dipping his
head and catching her neck between his teeth, he nipped her smooth skin. His
voice was low and thick with passion. “Not here, not in the water. I want to
see you. All of you.”

Jack carried
her out of the water mindless of who might be passing by or simply watching. It
was too late now. He didn’t care what consequences he would face later. He was
going to have her now, and have her good.

Once on her
feet she led him to where she had a blanket hidden and proceeded to spread it
on the ground where the sunlight dappled through the trees warming them.
Dropping to her knees she motioned for him to come closer and as he did, she took
his hard cock in her mouth and ran her warm tongue around and around it and
then sucked on the tip.

His moan
went straight through her. As he leaned into her, she sucked even harder and
took most of him to her throat. He moved himself out to her lips and slid
himself slowly back in. Soon they were engaged in a rhythm that would have made
him come but he resisted and withdrew.

Then he was
stretched out beside her pushing her gently to her back. His smile was one of
the devil himself as he ran his hand so slowly and in circles down her flat
stomach to her mound and let his hand linger there.

She wanted
his fingers inside her but he refused to go that far yet. He wanted to play, to
pet her, to enjoy the dance her body was involved in. Pressing downward with
his hand caused her to lift her hips toward him and try to move into position
for entrance.

Whispering,
Marie begged him, “Put your fingers inside me Jack. That feels so good. You’re
very skilled.”