Rodeo Girl - Sex Stories

Rodeo Girl

... innocent words can move you so much.

Eileen had to order three extra western saddles, but as an expensed event it helped cover the cost and opened up another set of opportunities that we could work towards. On the day, I was wearing all my cowgirl gear and the other girls were all decked out in proper western style. Lady luck smiled on us. The whole thing was a complete success. The weather was perfect, the horses were all well behaved and Eileen, Tonya, Emma and I made everyone of Ronnie's guests feel like they were extra special, even though two of them did get just a little too frisky if you know what I mean. We were mature enough to laugh it off and treat it as a complement. Ronnie was brilliant though as when he saw what was going in he got them to calm down and keep their hands to themselves!

I didn't tell Ronnie or the others, but one of the guests called George, who was, funnily enough, a bit of a George Clooney look-alike, had mentioned that he was really interested in birds. While the others laid out lunch I took him and his massive camera up to a view point where you sometimes saw golden eagles. We were fortunate as there were two circling above us, their eerie screeches piercing the sky. Suddenly one dived down on some unsuspecting prey. George got some amazing shots ad said he could not believe it. He changed the lens on his impressive piece of photographic equipment and got me to pose on the sky-line, telling me how to position myself. He was good and ...

... they were great shots! As we turned to go back he grabbed my hand and said: "Cristina baby, I've got to tell you, you are just something else!" Another set of words that are carved into my mind. He gave me a card and I took a photo of it. There was this clever barcode thing that put his details straight into my contacts list.

That night Eileen and I slept together. Somehow it was very different. Even though we enjoyed each other's bodies it was like we were avoiding orgasms. I guess some would call it edging, but it wasn't because it wasn't deliberate. It was just a slow, sensual feeling of togetherness that you just didn't want to end. She was so tender and caring. When she finally rolled on top of me and guided me into her I literally stopped breathing it was so magical. As she slowly gyrated her hips, her hard nipples rubbed softly against mine and her flowing hair tickled my cheeks. I felt the heat grow inside me and begin slowly spreading upwards, foretelling of my impending climax. But despite my physical penetration of her it was her beautiful caring eyes piercing my heart that were the trigger.

The deep love and desire expressed in those gorgeous iridescent pools of blue had affected me in a way that something physical never could. It was as if she was in my head. I tried to warn her, but instead of sliding off, she just pushed down on me harder and I felt her use her vaginal muscles to squeeze every last wriggling sperm out of my shuddering body. As we lay there I ...