Wild For Horses - Sex Stories

Wild For Horses

... didn't care. There was still a lot of the rake in him. After all, it was this girl who had come on to him, not the other way around. And if she was willing, as far as he was concerned, then she wasn't u******e. Ramona lived on the other side of the tracks in town. Literally. A railroad line cut the town in two. She lived in a small, somewhat dilapidated house alone with her mother. Burton pulled the car up under a tree so it couldn't be seen from the road. Ramona heard his car pull up and she came out on the front porch to greet him. &#034Hi there!&#034 she pulled her long blonde hair nervously. &#034Hello, Ramona,&#034 he said coolly jumping out of his car. They went into the small frame house together. It was one of those houses that were put up by the thousands at one point. It had two bedrooms and a living room, and everything looked as if it had been made pre-fab, which it had. The taste was somewhat tacky. Ramona led her beau into the living room. She made him sit down on the couch. &#034Can I fix you a drink?&#034 she asked. She was feeling somewhat self-conscious about herself. She knew her body was shown off to its best in her pretty yellow dress. And she was wearing her new yellow summer heels. She hoped she looked grown- up. &#034Do you know how to fix a drink?&#034 he asked her. &#034Of course I do. I fix drinks all the time for my mother's dates,&#034 she started to say, and then she tried to stop herself. She knew how naive she sounded. He only laughed. ...

... &#034Okay, I'll have a gin and tonic. You do have gin and tonic?&#034 &#034Sure!&#034 She moved across the room haughtily. But one of her heels caught in the thick shag rug and she almost stumbled. &#034Oh!&#034 she cried out catching onto the counter. Burton laughed. She blushed looking at him over her shoulder. &#034It's these shoes,&#034 she told him. &#034I just got them, they're new, and I'm not used to walking on them.&#034 She righted herself and fixed the drink. He noticed that she was also wearing make-up. She had done her eyes and lips and was wearing blush-on. He didn't like it. He took the drink from her. &#034Thanks.&#034 She sat down uncertainty beside him. He put his arm around her. She sighed. She started stroking his thighs. They were so thick. He said, &#034And is the dress and make-up new too? She felt her hair self-consciously. &#034Yes, do you like it?&#034 He said, &#034You didn't put that stuff on just for me, did you?&#034 &#034No! Of course not! Well, yes. Don't you like it? He said, &#034It's all right. But that's not the way I want you to look. It doesn't turn me on. At all.&#034 He sipped his drink confidently. She stood up, quite embarrassed and feeling insecure. &#034Oh, well, I can change! I don't have to wear these things. It's just that I thought you would like ... I mean, I thought they make me look more grown up.&#034 &#034That's just it,&#034 he told her. &#034They do make you look more grown up. I want you to look young. To look your age. I want ...