Buck Me Cowboy

Maybe life’s not so bad. With Tyler, there’s hope in the air, and my spirits lift. My entire being feels lighter, floating almost, and a giggle escapes my throat.

For the first time in months, I’m done with chores before the sun sets, and it’s because of him. If it weren’t for my gorgeous cowboy, I’d probably be only half way through, with still a couple hours left.

Shoulders light, I decide to celebrate with a little dessert. Quickly, pastry dough forms in my hands, transforming into two small pies. Then the apples. I chop those into bits, and throw everything into the oven before racing upstairs to get ready.

It’s so silly, I know. I shouldn’t be acting like this. It’s not like this is a date, he’s someone who’s helping me with the farm. More an employee, not some heartthrob.

And yet, it feels good to primp, to make myself beautiful for a man. So stepping into the shower, I lather up, using some girly, foamy soap, before getting back out.

And checking myself out nude in the mirror, I hum, turning this way and that. Oh yeah, I look healthier already. The dark circles under my eyes have faded a bit, and there’s a sparkle to my look. Is it because of him? Probably, most definitely, yes.

Giggling, I turn this way and that. My curves are lush as usual, huge breasts creamy white, pink slit gleaming. On a whim, I spritz myself with some perfume. Two dabs behind my ears, and for fun, a quick puff on my boobs, and then between my legs.

Oh yeah, I spread my thighs and shimmy a little, blowing a bit of fragrance onto my hot pussy. The droplets hit my tender flesh and a moan escapes. What would it be like to have Tyler sniffing my private flesh, running his tongue over those sensitive folds? Oh god, the thought of a man down there makes me tingle all over, everything going hot and wet.

But at that moment, the oven dings, and my eyes snap open. Shit, the pies, the pies! In a flash, I’m down the stairs. But there’s Tyler, lifting the deep fluted tart pans with his large hands covered in my oven mitts. The visual is so funny I burst into laughter as he turns to me.

“I didn’t want them to burn,” he rumbles while I walk towards him, and then he stills as if seeing me for the first time.

“They look fine,” I assure him while looking over the golden crust worriedly. Oh god, hopefully they’re done right. The apple smell is incredible, bubbly and hot.

Suddenly, my head snaps up, meeting his eyes in a startled gaze. Because I’m only wearing a bath towel wrapped around my curves, my pussy fresh from a shower and the spritz of perfume. Does he know? Can he tell?

Those blue eyes gleam.

“You going somewhere little girl?” he drawls, eyes roaming over my figure.

Holy shit. But the new me is here. Because instead of pulling the towel tighter, I literally let it drop lower so that the hem shows more of my creamy tits. Oh yeah, lower, lower, and soon, one pink nipple is right at the edge, the big man staring hotly. I’m a little slut, oh god, oh god, what am I doing?

But Tyler grins knowingly then.

“So baby girl,” he drawls, dropping his hand down to his crotch so that I can’t help but see the giant ridge in his jeans. “Where do we go with this?”

I gulp.

But two can play this game. Seductively leaning backwards, I raise my towel this time. Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I such a horny whore? But yes, I am, because the edge of the fabric creeps up slowly until barely, just barely, my pink pussy lips peek out.

“You want it?” I breathe, looking into his eyes while spreading my thighs. “You want it, big boy?”

It’s so wrong. My nether parts are already swollen, pink and glistening moistly from female juices, hot pussy smell rising in the air between us. And for a second, my heart stops because what if he rejects me? What if this is disgusting to him, if I’m a huge whale that Tyler finds gross and fat?

But then he reaches forward, circling my neck with a strong hand. Inhaling sharply, I look straight into his clear blue eyes, trying to tell him my desire without words. He drops his grasp to my neck, slowly lowering my towel. My heart is racing as he lowers his head to my heavy breasts, teasing my nip. Oh god! It feels so good and my head tips backwards, a sigh escaping my lips. Oh god, this is what it feels like to have a man taste you, what it feels like to be completely his.

Those soft lips move all over and around my tit, sucking so hard I instinctively reach for his head to stop, pulling his hair to return the gratifying pain. Instantly releasing his hold on my nipple, I think he’s let up, but then he bites down gently with his teeth and I scream loudly in shock.