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The cowgirl
I’m a retail consultant, traveling the country monitoring store inventories. I attend vendor meetings, trade shows, and conferences across the country. My mission is to identify industry and consumer trends, and make decisions about what products companies should sell. I’m based in Chicago but my job takes me to cities large and small.
Late last year, I traveled to a trade show in Oklahoma City. It’s an area that went heavily for the 45th president. Since I’m a Chicagoan, I support the 44th. The reason I’m saying this is to set the scene for the story I’m about to tell.
The company I work for insists that retail consultants dress professionally, even when traveling to cowboy country like Oklahoma or Texas. In some places, this makes me stand out like the proverbial sore thumb.
One day I had a call at a store in OKC with an attractive manager, Bridget. It was instant distrust and dislike. We couldn’t have been more opposite, and eyed each other warily.
I wore a suit and tie, with my shoes shined and short-cropped hair slicked back. I’m just shy of forty, no spring chicken but still able to hold my own.
Bridget wore jeans, cowboy boots, and a plaid shirt. Her long blonde hair spilled messily out of her cowboy hat. I found it hard to believe that a store manager dressed this casually. I found the way she filled out her jeans quite enticing, though. She looked to be in her early to mid-thirties.
After introductions and describing the reason for my visit, we got to work. It was not without some reticence and coldness. It turned out that we didn’t need any more time than the afternoon. Trying to be friendly, I suggested we might run into each other at the trade show that weekend.
“Yeah, maybe,” she said in her twang. Her tone indicated that she’d do her best to avoid the county I walked in.
I went to my hotel for the evening, and later dressed down to try to fit in at one of the local dives. No such luck. Something about me must scream “city slicker.” Disappointed that I couldn’t even strike up a decent conversation with a woman, I returned to the hotel. Whatever. It was best I get a good night’s sleep for the long day on my feet ahead.
Red town surprise
The trade show was like any other, with the same personalities and dumb questions. To my surprise, Bridget came by my booth with a male colleague. We exchanged pleasant hellos, chatted a bit, and then she left. I returned to my routine.
Toward the end of the show, Bridget returned. This time she was alone.
“I was wondering, do you have dinner plans tonight?” she asked.
“No…” I replied, drawing out the word in disbelief.
“Would you like to go out? My colleague and I were supposed to go. But he met some raven-haired floozy with big tits who batted her big brown eyes at him, and that was that. I cain’t bear the thought of goin’ home after a day of all this activity. I feel like paintin’ the town red! Whaddaya think?”
“Sure!” I said, glad to have a date, but not expecting a fabulous evening.
We went to a steakhouse. I found her easy to talk to. She was an excellent conversationalist - smart and funny. I reminded myself not to bring up anything that might lead to politics. We walked outside to part ways after dinner. I turned to shake her hand and say goodnight, expecting this would be it. Then she floored me.
“Say, are you stayin’ nearby? What about a nightcap?”
Hell, yes! I didn’t care if she was a Republican or not. I welcomed the idea of some female companionship - especially if it might lead to sex. Not that I expected it.
I explained that I had some booze in my room, so we didn’t need to shop for it. She perked up at that. We walked the three blocks to the hotel, sexual tension building between us.
No sooner had I closed the hotel room door when she put her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss! I had at least expected a little conversation first, if anything was going to happen. Not this woman. She knew what she wanted and set out to get it. Her tongue delved into my mouth, seeking mine, and we got into some sloppy action.
Her hand went to my crotch, and she let out a little snort.
“I guess these are what y’all call trousers?”
I was wearing my business casuals, not my suit. I didn’t reply that I called them pants, but that slacks would do. Bridget played with my cock through my pants for a bit, while we continued kissing. She tired of that once she got me hard. She unbuttoned and unzipped me like she was going after a steer, no restraint or elegance, this gal. Right to the point. Zip.
Bridget reached in and fished for my pole but then stopped, taken aback.
“What the…” she began, then tore my pants down my hips.
Maybe boxer briefs aren’t the thing in OKC, as she acted like she’d never seen them before.
“Interesting,” she said, then pulled them off. Then, “Oh. My. God.”
She took off her cowboy hat as if she could get a better look without it and gaped at my hairless business. She couldn’t go down on me fast enough, swallowing my rod as she squatted in front of me. Her long blonde hair got in the way at one point, and she brushed it aside.
Bridget was good with her mouth, but maybe it was the novelty of going down on a shaved guy. The more she sucked me, the more of me she wanted. I’m not even sure she saw the small tattoo on my groin, she was so intent on fellating me.
She stood up and ordered me like a drill sergeant. “Get your clothes off and lie on that bed,” she said as she took off her own clothes.
Her boots, socks, belt, and jeans came off first, strewn in a pile across the floor. OMG, what a fantastic ass she had! I could spend an hour with my face between those globes, and be a happy man. She lifted her shirt over her head, and then took off her bra.
Bridget’s tits were gorgeous: small, pert, round, with perfect pink nipples crowning them. The rest of her was glorious too – a slim but curvy figure, and a natural blonde bush between her legs. Her body was toned and sleek. You could tell she either worked out or maybe did some ropin’ and ridin’ or something.
I noticed the mirror on the wall to the side of the bed.
“Wait. Do me a favor, and put on your cowboy hat,” I said.
She saw what I was looking at. Then she gave me this sly, sexy grin, and put it on her head.
“Stay where you are,” she said as she climbed onto the bed.
Ride ’em cowgirl
I was in the middle of the bed on my back, and she climbed on top of me and straddled me. She took my rod in her hand and guided me inside. I slid into her, and her wet snatch gripped me. She felt good, warm and wet. She put her hands on my chest for leverage, and then bounced up and down.
I glanced at the mirror. There we were. She rode me, her hair flowing out of her cowboy hat, a sexy hip and thigh visible. The expression on her face was pure lustful satisfaction. Mouth open, eyes closed, she was a vision.
She rode and rode, taking short breaks now and then. The bed squeaked with her bouncing. She rode me so hard that at one point the entire bed hopped and jumped on the floor. I’m sure our neighbors appreciated that. After a while she dismounted and got off the bed.
“Come on. I want you to fuck me in the ass,” she said.
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“Don’t you city boys do anal?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do, but I never expected to hear that in this state.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, we may be conservative, but that don’t mean some of us don’t like to get down and dirty now and then. Now come on. I’ve got some hand lotion in my purse that’ll serve the purpose,” she said as she brought out the bottle. “Unless you carry lube around with you?” she added, looking at me hopefully.
“Afraid not.”
“No problem, this’ll do fine,” she said as she bent over the bed.
Damn, there was that perfect ass again, sticking up in the air! She spread some lotion on her fingers and then on her backdoor.
“Okay, it’s ready for you, babe,” she teased, wiggling her ass. “Come an’ git ‘er.”
I don’t have much experience with anal, so she had to guide me in. Her ass was tight, hot, and smooth, not full of ridges like a pussy. But I noticed that her ass wasn’t as tight as the two women I’d done anal with before. In fact, she was easy to slide into, indicating her experience with this.
“That’s it, baby, now fuck me good. Think you can ride your filly like a cowboy, city boy? I’d like to see you try.”
The invitation was irresistible. In front of me her blonde hair flowed down her strong, sexy back from her hat. I grabbed her hips and see-sawed in and out, taking care to be gentle.
“Come on, harder, honey! Ya cain’t hurt this filly with a good ass-fuckin’.”
Spurred on, I picked up the pace and fucked her harder. Her backdoor clenched around my shaft. I stayed for a moment with my hips against hers. In her soprano voice, she let out a rasping wail of pleasure that shook me to my core.
“Yes! Yes! You feel so good in my ass, honey! Fuck that ass now, honey! Fuck it good!”
Damn, with an invitation like that, what’s a red-blooded American boy to do? He gives the woman a good ass-fucking, that’s what he does. I’d sure as hell be a fool not to. I got with the program and started sliding my cock in and out of her backdoor harder and faster.
“I’m gonna do something that’s gonna make you shoot your load right quick, honey,” Bridget said after a bit.
She said this while looking over her shoulder at me, but caught the sight of us in the mirror. She gazed at the reflection that I couldn’t see from my angle.
“Oh, my god. So hot, so very, very, fuckin’ sexy,” she moaned.
Looking at her reflection, she backed up against me a few times. This sent my cock in and out from her own motions. She let out a deep groan, then remembered she’d vowed to drive me crazy. She clenched her muscles around my rod, clamping down like she would never let go. The feeling was incredible, and I let out a loud, wanton moan.
Bridget giggled. She had me, and she knew it.
“Fuck me!” I begged her, forgetting for a moment who was inside whom.
She laughed and sent her hips bucking back and forth against me again. Fuck. The feeling of being inside her ass. Her sexy body and accent. Her long blonde hair spilling wildly from her cowboy hat. It was too much.
I felt a familiar feeling in my balls, the mounting pressure, the swelling cock. Bridget felt it, too.
“Pull out, honey. I don’t want you to cum in my ass.” I was disappointed for a moment, but she spun around to sit on the bed, saying, “Jerk off into my mouth.”
“You’re not going to suck me off after I’ve been in your ass?” I exclaimed.
“No! Aim in my mouth,” she managed to say with an open mouth.
I understood, and moved closer to her and worked my doodle with her mouth gaping in front of me. Her blue eyes looking up at me drove me crazy with lust. I felt the heat rise, the cum boiling inside as it coursed to its exit.
I groaned, and the cum sprayed out, not in neat spurts. Most of it went in her mouth, but a lot didn’t. I guess she wanted to avoid a facial, because she clamped her mouth down over my cock. That felt amazing, and I spurted harder. I watched her mouth work hard as she swallowed the rest of my load.
When I subsided at last, she wiped a few drops of cum from her face and tits.
“Well! Not what I’d planned on, but it’s better than having cum all over my face when I go home to my asshole of a boyfriend,” she said. “That’s how I got to be pretty good at ass fuckin’. Experience. It’s a form of birth control for some of us around here,” she grinned.
“Your boyfriend?” I asked, ignoring the birth control comment.
“Not sure if he still is, but… Yeah, that guy I was at the trade show with today. The asshole who ran off with that raven-haired slut. Maybe he’s plowin’ her as we speak. Maybe he won’t even be home when I get home, but still. I don’t wanna take no chances.”
“Your boyfriend?” I asked again, not comprehending.
“Yup. He’s my boyfriend, not my colleague. I lied. Dragged him to the show, so I could have an escort. You wouldn’t have believed the scene he made to try to get out of it. Like a little bratty boy. Oh, well. We’ll see.”
Bridget gave a heavy sigh and started to get dressed.
“What about you? Married? Got a lover?” she asked.
“No. No, I’m unattached at the moment,” I said. “Went through a divorce a few years ago.”
I sat on the bed, feeling tired as I tried to take in all this.
“Interestin’. So, do you come here every year for the trade show?” Bridget asked.
“Yeah,” I said, still in a daze.
“Good. Maybe we can hook up again next year. Give me your card, if you have one.”
I got up, and fished through my pockets to find the little band of business cards I carry. I pulled one out and gave it to her. She glanced at it and smiled, then put it in her purse. We stood in front of each other, she dressed and me still naked. She looked down at my cock.
“Nice cock, by the way. Not the biggest I’ve had, but I do like the shaved business. More guys oughta do that.”
Bridget smiled and gave it a pat.
“Well, I gotta go, hon,” she said as she opened the door. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“Bye, Bridget,” was all I managed to say.
Pathetic, I know, but what else was there to say?
The door closed, and I stood there staring at it for a while. The whole thing was so surreal and unexpected I didn’t know what to think. The booze sat untouched on the side table in the room.
I sat there a while, thinking. I had a drink alone, sitting on the bed.
Epilogue
I couldn’t get to sleep that night. My mind wouldn’t leave the memory of Bridget and the sex we’d had. No other woman had done me with such passionate abandon, despite all my experience. So much for the city boy. This country girl knew how to fuck, plain and simple. Plus, she was so real.
Had I been giving the rural population short shrift? Were we not so different after all? Were there stupid cultural assumptions on both political sides? Was she one of a kind? Was she okay with her boyfriend? I decided that the answer to the first three questions was yes. I had no answer for the last two.
I went home to Chicago, wondering when, and if, she would call. The ease with which we could talk was astonishing. She was down-to-earth, real, not a phony city woman with fake airs about her.
Maybe I was missing something, I realized later. Of course, not all city women are phony, and not all rural women are down to earth. After a while, I forgot about Bridget, and about our encounter.
A few days ago, she called. She’d broken up with her “asshole of a boyfriend” and moved out. Was I up for a visit?
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