Wild For Horses - Sex Stories

Wild For Horses

... Tex had other plans for her. He looked her up and down once. She could tell the unmistakable signs of appreciation of her shapely figure. He licked his dry lips. He was wearing his pressed jeans and black shirt (it seemed he always wore a black, cowboy style shirt) and his Stetson. And his pointed cowboy boots. He was holding a thick lasso. &#034What are your plans for today, Mrs. Reynolds?&#034 he asked. But before she had time to answer her he told her, &#034I'd like to give you a tour of the ranch. It's a pretty place, and I think you'll enjoy it.&#034 He didn't give her a choice. &#034Well, of course, Mr. Babcock.&#034 She hurried into a pair of sandals and slipped a long, sheer loose gown over her bikini. She slipped on her sunglasses, and followed him. They walked all over the huge sprawling estate. They walked until Loretta's feet were quite sore. She was only wearing a thin pair of leather sandals. He told her to call him Tex, and she said he could call her Loretta. &#034Er, Tex, I can't walk anymore. I'm not used to this kind of exercise.&#034 She was trying to keep up with him as he climbed some rocks. He laughed at her and pulled her up by the hand. &#034City women!&#034 he said contemptuously and he spat on the ground. But still he continued to hold her hand and he stood behind her and pressed his body against hers. She was astonished, but she found she didn't even mind him taking this kind of liberty. She even rather liked it. She had been faithful to her ...

... husband all the time of their marriage. But now she found herself strangely turned on by this taciturn, craggy-faced cowboy. She even let him put his hands on her breasts and squeeze them. &#034My, you sure do take liberties with a lady, Mr. Babcock,&#034 she said, imitating a Western drawl. She stared at him over the scene of green rolling hills. He slapped her ass and started walking again. She had to run to keep up. She was a hot steaming mess when they got back to the ranch buildings. Although he had touched her and spoken to her familiarly, he had not made any move to try and take her while they were out in the lonely woods. She was hot and perspiring from the heat and from the constant touching. But she didn't know what this forward man was after. He was starting to seem not so charming, and rather irritating. &#034I think I've had enough for the day,&#034 she said stopping in front of the stables. &#034But you haven't seen the stables, yet,&#034 he said with his slight smile. &#034Some other time,&#034 she said haughtily, walking away. &#034I said, but you haven't seen the stables yet, lady,&#034 he said and he grabbed her and picked her up and carried her into the horsy-smelling stalls. She was kicking her legs and screaming, &#034Put me down!&#034 He just slapped her ass and carried her inside. When he put her down inside the dark cool stable, she had to blink for several minutes before she could see. Then she got accustomed to the light. She was aware of several large, ...