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A Ride In Texas

... down into her brown cowboy boots. Her chest must have been about the size of two very large oranges, sitting so perfectly firm and pronounced for all to see. But what got me the most was the intensity in her eyes as she listened to her male companions and she smiled at their comments. Her high defined cheek bones made her look elegant as a model in this light and at the same time her body told the story of a girl ready to party. She couldn’t have been more than 5’3” tall but still gave me an impression of one that could handle herself. The night wore on and I found myself constantly reverting to watching this young lady. She mostly hung around the round table with the booth seats, but would also get out on the dance floor. She rarely needed to go to the bar for a drink, as the men there were certainly keeping her well stocked. It did not appear she was with any man in particular and spent a great deal speaking with her girlfriends as well. So in my mind she was single. I found this odd because it wasn’t like I was about to approach her or anyone in this club for that matter. I figured I would just sit here at the bar and watch the eye candy. I struck up a conversation with a few of the young studs around me, a few of them engaging me in conversation, probably curious as to why this older “dude” was sitting here in dress pants, dress shirt and a tie halfway down his neck. I pulled off the tie when I saw myself in the mirror and stuffed it in my pocket. I was a fit man and ...

... took good care of myself and knew these guys had nothing on me when it came to the opposite sex. But I knew my boundaries and also knew I was in a much different state that I am used to. For some reason, I did not want to go back to my motel room, knowing I had most of the day tomorrow to get some rest before the afternoon closing meeting with the other VPs. After another hour or so and a few laughs with the boys at the bar, I realized I had not seen “my muse” in a while and I scanned the club from my perch. It dawned on me that I probably missed her leave and the thought made me quite sad and for a moment I felt almost at a loss. I shook my head and chuckled to myself and figured it was the drink playing with my emotions and I snapped out of my lust induced trance. Turning back to the bar, I ordered what I figured would be one last drink. What seemed like only minutes later, I felt a nudge on my left arm and realized someone was trying to squeeze in to get at the bar. I turned left and saw the back of a young lady’s head, which stood about even with my shoulder since I was on a bar stool. Packed in tight, I practically had her scalp in my face and I smelled the sweet fragrance of her hair products or perfume. It was intoxicating to say the least. As my eyes adjusted and the person turned to catch the eyes of the bartender, I realized that this little gal standing next to me was none other than the object of my night lust. For a brief moment, I was stunned and silent and could ...