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Cowgirl's Real Story

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

their duffle bags. Except for one. His jeans were faded, tight through the thighs. The inseam too long, Cowboy style. So far yummy! Boots were suede and looked well worn. This cowboy, wore a T-Shirt under a Sport Coat. Oh My God! Sony Crockett! Eye candy to be sure! I was having some shots with potential clients to wet my appetite. Next thing I heard, “COME UP LITTLE LASSIE AND CLAIM YOUR HUNK!” No fucking way! What was his name again? Holy Shit! “Let me get this straight, ‘Tanned Hides’ pimped a Don Johnson look alike out for a day! Jesus Christ!” Counting my money left in my boot, “Did you steal some of my winnings or did I really pay that much for you? I don’t mind donating something to a worthy cause, but my whole paycheck? I have never paid for a piece of ass ever! And a premium price to boot!” Turning mine upside down, the left over change falls out. OH My God! The fuck up fairy has visited me again! So the twelve hours begins… “Your donation was greatly appreciated. Lassie, you paid the highest price ever for an auction cowboy.” “Foca’il leat! It’s Irish for, Oh, fuck off!” I pull on my boots. I stomp to seat my heels. ”Don’t get me wrong, you are easy on the eyes, but that shy look about you flew out the window when the gavel hit the podium. It was the Miami Vice smile. Okay, the way you held yourself. The, you otta take a look what’s under the hood, peeked my curiosity. I am still blaming the whisky for raising my hand. I want you to know that.” “I don’t recall you ... being so hostile yesterday.” “Yesterday, I was in an alcoholic haze. I am fucking embarrassed!” I am even more embarrassed, I still can’t remember his name. “There are no refunds, sorry.” “Never mess up an apology with an excuse. You’re not sorry!” AM I DEAD YET! “I am flattered. Such a lovely lass chose me, over a younger man?” “I was waving at a friend across the room. They’re going to be pissed, it was my date!” “I shouldn’t have made you work so hard for the prize you purchased, but it was so much fun watching you work your magic.” I hold up the two pieces of my shorts, “Did you do this?” “Yes, ma’am.” I hold up my shirt, “Where are the ribbons that came with it? Holy Shit! I remember…..” “We ended up at your grandfather’s cabin. I was wearing raggedy shorts and a crop top held together by a couple of ribbons and cowboy boots. When I got up from the field, after working on my all over body tan, you were whittling on a piece of wood on the porch. I decided it was time to collect some of my donation back. While making my way over to you, I put a swagger in my step. My thumbs were in my belt loops, making my shorts riding even lower on my hips. I put on my come-hither face and batted my baby bluish eyes trying to get your attention. It didn’t seem to be working. I thought for a while and decided another approach may be the ticket. I tossed my Resistol hat into the air. I veered off to the left and dove off the end of the dock into the cool water of the pond. I paddled and ...