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Subject: {ASSM} Cowboy (ViragoBlue)(MF)
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2000 21:10:00 -0500
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Cowboy
(c) 1999 by Virago Blue
Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. Any representation, by name
or description, is purely coincidental. This story is written for the pleasure
of adult men and women, not for children. If you are not of the legal age in
your state to be reading Cowboy, hit the road...er...superhighway.
A while back I mentioned putting a story to the Kid Rock song "Cowboy." If you
can listen to the song before reading this, it may help. The hard-driving
beat, especially when the song crescendoes in the middle and pushes even harder
until the end, makes me dance. I hope it makes you dance too.
Again, I must thank Souvie for her visual aid (ride-em, cowgirl!). Her taste
in men reflects my own and leads to sensational daydreams. I still have that
visual aid, by the way . . .
Cowboy . . .
Robin felt the thump-thump of the bass pulse through her veins, compelling her
to surrender to the music. She danced, swaying her hips to the lash of each
beat. Her eyes met the ice blue scrutiny of Colton Stewart, the man of her
fantasies. He stared in interest as Robin danced.
They were in a room, dim and smokey. Sex permeated the ambiance. Eclectic
bodies nuzzled on furniture around them, some watching and some preoccupied
with fondling another. They had an air of familiarity. She just couldn't put
names to the faces. They were presences that passed her by, labeling her a
tomboy. It didn't matter now. All she desired was the admiration of the man
she performed for.
Robin knew Colton was shocked to see her seduction. She usually looks less
feminine when they meet. He never gets to see her in anything but her barn
clothes: old jeans, broken-in boots and T- shirts. Her long brown-red hair she
kept back in a pony tail, sometimes wearing an old baseball cap. She barely
resembled the hot-blooded woman now lifting her slender arms over her head
undulating to the lewd lyrics and throbbing rhythm. She let herself get lost
in the music. "Cowboy bay-bee . . . " the music played.
With each toss of her head, Robin's chestnut waves swayed against the small of
her back. Wayward strands slipped over one eye now and then. She turned
around and around, bumping, grinding, reeling and thrusting to the pounding
beat. Gilded red lips mouthed the words . . . "-and rock that bitch up and
down the coast--".
"Fuck," she thought, "it's getting hot." Sweat dripped between her breasts as
her dancing reached a wilder crescendo. Shouts of encouragement stimulated her
even more.
Colton's attention never left Robin's body. Maybe she was getting to him. If
not tonight, then never.
She turned back to face Colton, eyeing him intensely. Her gray eyes held him.
The ache of her lust and desire increased with each pulse of music, each pulse
of blood through her body. Small white teeth bit into her plump lower lip as
she continued her tease. Her hands drifted up and down her thighs while she
danced closer. She felt the short hem of her blue sundress. Sultry, sweaty
and snakelike, she slowly pulled the dress over her head, shaking out a tumble
of dark curls. She stood before the crowd unembarrassed, her body was
beautiful. Breasts almost too large for her small frame caught Colton's eye as
he looked her over appraisingly. Now she could see the fire in his eyes. Her
nipples tightened in response. She stepped closer to him, her blue bikini
panties riding her hips with each roll and grind. They were soaked with her
excitement.
She kept in shape exercising horses everyday and it was apparent by the healthy
muscle tone in her legs. Her old worn cowboy boots dressed her feet as she
walked closer to Colton. His eyes fell to her legs and then slowly traveled up
until he met her heavy-lidded gaze. He smiled that sexy half-smile she loved.
Uncommitted yet promising. Her thumbs slipped under the waistband of her
panties and slowly teased them down past her hips and thighs, the dark mound of
her bush now visible. She let them slip from her hands and stepped out of
them. As she stepped closer to Colton the rest of him came into focus from the
smoke and shadows. Naked chest, broad and muscled, a barbed-wire tattoo
encircled one large bicep. Her hot gaze went lower to his belly, cut and just
as healthy as the rest of him. Finally, lower, came the vision she couldn't
wait to see. Colton was wearing his worn leather chaps and leather gloves and
boots. Skin showed through what the leather and leather bindings didn't hide.
His erection stood huge and glistening from between his legs, inviting her.
Robin straddled Colton, teasing the tip of his cock with a light brush of her
pussy lips and dark bush as she continued to dance over him, knees bent
slightly. She moaned quietly when she felt the leather of his gloves slide up
and down her ass before gripping her hips and impaling her on his stony cock.
She rode Colton with ferocious passion, slamming down on him again and again,
her thighs slapping against the leather, his fingers digging deeper into the
soft curve of her hips. She arched back, thrusting her hips forward, sliding
back and forth on his cock, feeling the crush of his pubic hair against her
clit. She fucked him a while longer, feeling the tension building between her
legs. Colton's tongue captured her hard nipple and pulled as she continued to
fuck him. It was his groans that finally pushed her over the edge. She knew
just then that she had finally got to him. She slammed down on him one more
time with a cry, throwing her head back with the powerful orgasm. Waves of
simmering dark pleasure swept through her as her hips bucked against him, his
cock dancing inside her . . .
" . . . Robin? Hello?" Colton's voice tore through her daydream. Robin
looked down at him from her perch on top of the quarter horse. She reined the
mare to a stop in front of Colton.
"You look a million miles away girl. Go on and bring Red to the barn and
untack. Lesson's over for today. I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Colton
asked, his eyebrows quirked in concern.
"Um, yes sir. As usual. Goodnight Mr. Stewart." Robin loosened her reins,
letting the horse stretch his neck and walk to the gate. She sighed. "I
wonder if he noticed anything?" she thought. Her body still felt weak from the
strong orgasm.
Robin dismounted at the gate, wiping sweat from her brow. She watched his
retreating form with admiration. He was wearing those old leather chaps she
loved so much.
The End . . . feedback welcome and appreciated at MdmVirago@aol.com
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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