A matter of perspective - Sex Stories

A matter of perspective

... found a young man worthy of her body, Allie had allowed her to use her car and gave her a good lead on a discreet motel. The next day she had made simple conversation until Janet felt comfortable telling her all the details, and like old girlfriends they had cackled conspiratorially and traded all the juicy details of Janet’s first and Allie’s latest conquest. As she sat at the table eating a barbecue sandwich, she looked around and saw a rugged young man walk by in skin-tight blue jeans and a plaid shirt; muscles rippled under the cloth and drew her eyes to them. A minute later he had stopped at the drinks table, and as he lifted a glass of iced tea to his lips their eyes met and he smiled. Her body immediately responded, and knowing well the ways of her mother she looked away with a smile and feigned no interest in anything around her. Soon the man walked off to the barn and she realized he probably worked there. As her mind raced to figure out the best way to meet him alone, she noticed Nancy’s son watching her with clear interest. Not an ugly young man but nothing like her cowboy, she thought, and soon got up to get a drink and scout out the terrain more thoroughly. Naturally, he soon followed her. She suppressed a sigh and made herself amicable. He introduced himself. “Yes,” she smiled, “you’re Nancy’s son.” “That’s me.” “Big scholar boy, I hear.” “So they say,” he smiled, and she smiled quietly herself at his obliviousness to her sarcasm. He was no brilliant ...

... conversationalist; he was quite full of himself; he clearly wanted in her pants; he didn’t have the personality or the physique to get there. Stifling yawns repeatedly, she maintained a polite facade and noted sadly that that only encouraged the fellow. Suddenly her cowboy walked past, sauntering a little. He turned at one point and smiled at her, and her breath quickened and her hips flushed with warmth. At that moment Jack made his obvious play. “Are you going on the hay ride later?” Jack asked. She frowned slightly in thought and chose as non-committal a response as she could to keep her options and escape routes open. “Maybe,” and looked past him briefly, but her cowboy had turned away after seeing she had gotten his message. “I don’t know yet.” She then looked him in the eye and smiled, “I’ll look for you if I do.” “It’s a date,” he said, and finally, thank God, he walked off, as full of himself as he clearly wanted her cunt to be. He was making his way towards the bathroom, and she thanked her stars there was a line as she walked quickly to her mother. “I’m going for a walk, Ma,” she said, and her mother nodded. “Good day for it. I wish my walking days weren’t over. Stay safe,” she said. Janet kissed her on the cheek, said goodbye to Nancy, and smiled meaningfully at Allie, who winked and waved bye. She walked along a path running near the barn and hoped her cowboy would see her and be able to follow her. She didn’t see him, however, and she didn’t slow down so as to keep from ...