Pretty Young Cowgirl - Sex Stories

Pretty Young Cowgirl

... asked, “So, how old,” I asked her, “How old are you?”

This made her again smile, and then she asked, “How old do you think I am?”

It too made me smile and looking at her inquisitively, I suggested, “21, right?”

She hesitated but smiling she started to say, “No,” and then pausing said, ‘Not exactly.”

I didn’t want to lead her on too much, but if was going to get anywhere, I knew I’d probably have to do something. Smiling I said, “Well, I’m actually 28,” and continued by asking, “I hope that’s okay.”

It made her smile and she seemed to be okay with me being older, almost excited. I didn’t press her on her age, but I knew she wasn’t 21, or even 18 and as we sat there, I started to become anxious, wanting to see if I could get her to go with me back to my relative’s house.

Melissa however, suddenly blurted out, “Where do you live?”

I was taken aback, but relieved she asked, I smiled and said, “Well, …” but, before I could answer she asked, “Can we go over to your place?”

Continuing to smile, hoping she’d be receptive, I continued by telling her, “I don’t live here,” and then explained, “I’m visiting relatives.”

She seemed a little apprehensive, and not wanting to lose the opportunity, I continued by say, “But we can go over there.”

Melissa still looked concerned, but when I explained that there wasn’t anyone home, and told her they went to a concert in a nearby town, she smiled cautiously, but after a few seconds she excitedly said, ...

... “Okay.”

Like I said, they had gone to a different concert in the neighboring town that was big enough to get bigger name bands, and being I had decided to come up at the last minute, I didn’t have a ticket, or I’d probably have gone, but right now, I was glad I didn’t go.

Getting in my car, we made our way over to my cousin’s house, and then hurrying inside, we ended up sitting in the living room. I was nervous, but so excited too; I wanted this to go well and as we sat on the sofa looking at each other I asked, “Do you want anything to drink?”

Melissa smiled and then as I stood up she asked, “What do have?”

Immediately, I went into the kitchen, and not really knowing what to expect as I opened the refrigerator, I was relieved to see they had some beer and soda. Smiling to myself, I yelled out, “There’s beer and soda and water, what do you want?”

She was hesitant but then asked, “What are you gonna have?”

Grabbing a couple beers, I headed back to the living room, and smiling, I opened hers, and handing it to her, I sat down. Opening mine, I casually slipped off my shoes, and after pushing them aside, I could see her watching. Seeing her smiling as I looked over at her, I innocently suggested, “You can take off your boots if you wanta.”

Melissa smiled, and after setting down her beer, she stood up, quickly kicking them off. “Oh my gosh,” I thought, “she’s bare foot,” as she briefly rubbed her feet together.

Sitting back down, she grabbed her beer off the table, and ...