1. Cowgirl's Real Story


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: True Story, Author: iqtpy, Rating: 36.8, Source: sexstories.com

    go take a fiver, Liz. Lack of sleep and all the driving today, I’m sore.” “Okay” I open the door to my room and look around it was clean, nicely decorated. My favorite part was the bathtub. A garden tub. Skip the nap. I turned on the hot water almost immediately. I thought about setting the air conditioning to sixty-nine… I tried sixty nine, I had to duck and cover. I almost got knocked out on the back swing! Shit! I am selfish, I like all his undivided attention devoted to thee. Jesus, poor Luke. He is too sore to even practice roping. That’s sore! It wasn’t from driving. Somewhere along the road to Phoenix, I think I may have broken my play toy. I should have factored in, the hardness of the butter, is directly proportional to the softness of the bread. The softer side of me came out and so did his hardness. Luke says he is old enough to know how, which is very true, but keeping up with me, well…. I stripped off the day’s clothes. I grabbed a cold one from the mini bar. I stepped into the steaming bath. Soaking my bones, relaxing, thinking “Luke is a good sport. The shit I gave him today I may have gone too far with that old man thing.” “I am not over my prime but you literally fucked me sideways Shug, I am sore. “That sounds like something a woman would say. God Damn! I donate nineteen dollars a month to the “Sex for Seniors Foundation.” You are disappointing them. Please don’t tell me you are part of the “Over The Hill Gang.” “A hill? What hill? I didn’t see a hill?” ...
    Laughing at me. “Pull back on those reins a scosh woman. It has been a while since I have been with someone as spritely as you. I think the last time was with you Lizzy. I am very particular about who I spend my time with. Walking the horses back, “Don’t worry I won’t ruin your reputation in Phoenix, Shug.” I un-cinched my saddle. I set it horn down on my tailgate to dry. I went back to brush Sundance. “Curry comb, dandy brush, whatever this frilly thing is.” “Get out of my horse box” Luke tossed me a brush. “Use this one.” Luke put out a bucket of water for the horses. When I finished brushing, I braided the tail and put it in a tail sack as usual. Luke hung two feeders from the horse trailer windows. “I could put the feed in the manger but I want them to be good and dry before we load them. How about I put you in the manger and leave you wet?” “Oh’ fuck me! You sailed that ship! Crashed and burned, no survivors, wave good bye! I thought you were sore? I would really be fucking myself, if I fucked you any more before the rodeo! Where do you keep the Bengay, gimpy? Manger?” I walked over to the bucket of water. I unsnap my shirt and throw water on my torso. I take the rubber band from my hair. I run my wet fingers through it several times. I open my hand toward Luke. “I am only serious when yelling for help.” I will set the air conditioner on sixty eight. Sex is like air, it’s not important unless you aren’t getting any. “Oh, the water is nice. Jets? Hmm let’s try this switch.” ...