He had on the same cowboy hat as last time which covered his eyes so well that if he didn’t want to make eye contact with a person he didn’t have to. But Traci didn’t think that was why he wore is down low, she didn’t think he ever needed to hide from anyone. The black skin tight t-shirt he wore was just begging to be touched, but of course she resisted. The short sleeves displayed his muscular arms. A tan belt with an intricate design printed on it was looped through his jeans. She pictured herself gliding her fingers across the leather feeling its texture. Traci couldn’t help but admire his ass, it looked so good, in fact, every inch of him looked delicious.
“What’s your name?” he asked with a nod, catching her in the act. Traci quickly pretended she’d been looking at something on the floor, but no one was fooled.
“Jane,” she said, the lie was apparently automatic. She wasn’t even sure why she had said it and was tempted to correct herself except she knew she’d look like an absolute moron.
“Hello Jane, I’m Cash,” he reached out his hand to her, and she took it. Her body instantly warmed as a strange electricity entered her body where their skin touched. By the look on his face, she knew he had felt it too. He coughed erasing the fact that her touch had done something to him, he curled one side of his mouth up at her, “Very glad to meet you Jane.”
“You live around here?” she asked remembering what Sawyer had told her, but asking anyway. She wanted to keep him around her as long as she possibly could and what better way was there than to use boring small talk?
“No I don’t darlin’.” He looked at her, more carefully this time. He looked her up and down not the least bit secretive about checking every inch her out.
“I hear you work with horses,” she said.
“You’ve asked about me?”
“Well, no, not really, I saw you last time—”
“—I haven’t been here for months,” he winked at her, “still thinking about me?”
“It’s not like that.” It was just like that. “I just remembered and—”
“—Sure darlin’. What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a dump like this anyway?” He took a long drink from his beer and watched her, no longer hiding his eyes from her. Those gorgeous blues were watching her every move.
“I just like to come here I suppose, get away from… things.” Her parents and out of their house mostly, but he didn’t want to hear about that.
He nodded as if he could relate, “You wanna get outta here?”
“Yes,” she said without any doubt, she’d have followed him almost anywhere, she was simply infatuated. She hadn’t even cared enough to ask where they’d go.
They walked outside and into the parking lot, she clutched her purse as she followed him to a beat-up, rusty old truck. He held her door open and stood close to her, their bodies nearly touching. She hopped inside and he walked around to the driver’s side. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him, she was afraid if she looked away he’d disappear and she’d wake up from this beautiful daydream. Once inside he started the rumbling engine and clunked the beater into gear, it jerked forward and he noisily zipped out of the parking lot.
Cash didn’t say anything, and just continued driving down the road. Traci wanted to talk with him, to solve the mystery that was Cash, but she didn’t know what to say or where to start. She couldn’t think of a single interesting thing to say. It was as if her brain had mostly stopped working. So instead of risking embarrassing herself, she just sat there watching the beautiful countryside go by.
Her stomach fluttered when she saw the beautiful three-story farmhouse drift passed her window, the house that belonged to Sawyer. Cash noticed her looking at it, “Beautiful house eh?”
“It is.”
Even more so in the daylight
she thought.
“I stay at a trailer on this land when I’m up here on business,” he said making a turn down a gravel side road away from the main driveway.
“Oh,” she said, wondering why Sawyer hadn’t said more. Clearly he had known more about Cash than he had let on. But it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t like Traci was going to tell Cash she knew anything about the house or the man who owned it.
He pulled up to the double-wide trailer and cut the engine. It actually looked very nice, it was decorated with various plants and flowers and the trailer itself looked relatively new and well taken care of. Off to the side was a fenced in area that held three horses that seemed to be looking at Traci. Cash zipped around the truck and opened her door.
“You like riding horses?” he asked her tilting his head.
“I don’t know, I’ve never ridden one,” she said, “they sure are beautiful though.”
“Come on inside,” he said holding the screen door open for her. She walked up the two steps, her boots clacking against the wood. Inside the trailer was kept very neat, it hadn’t even looked as if anyone had been staying here. “Want something to drink?”
“Sure, whatever you have is fine.” She stood still holding her purse against her body. She didn’t know exactly what to do, in fact, she wasn’t even sure how she had gotten here, it all seemed so surreal. The only thing she did know is that she didn’t want it to end. He handed her a small glass filled with a clear liquid, she raised it slightly and she took a sip. It felt warm on her tongue, some kind of booze but she didn’t know what it was.
“Gin and tonic,” he said when it was obvious she’d never had one before. She liked it, but it was strong.
“It’s good,” she said taking another teeny sip. They made eye contact, and he held her gaze. Traci thought he was drinking the same thing that she was, but he chugged his down in one gulp as if it were a shot.
“Indeed,” he grinned at her. He walked over to a recliner and sat down, “Sit.” It was more of an order than it was a request, but she obliged nonetheless. She walked over to his sofa and started to sit down, “not there,” he said. She paused looking around and took a bigger drink from her gin and tonic, the only other place to sit was at the kitchen table in the other room, surely he hadn’t meant over there.
“Where?” she asked worried he might think she was stupid for asking.
“Here,” he said, and he shifted his legs forward and tapped his leg.
Traci tossed her purse onto the couch and walked over seductively. She was trying to be her normal confident self but deep down she doubted herself and worried it was showing. The glass clicked on the glass end-table as she set down her drink before resting her palms on his knees. Slowly and deliberately, she leaned forward giving him a view of her cleavage, her necklace hung down and tickled his jeans right where an immense bulge was starting to grow.
“Right here?” she asked looking up at him, blinking her mascara covered eyelashes.
“Right here,” He said as he pulled her down on his lap, as if she was his to do whatever he wanted to with. An agreement she signed when she got into his truck without asking him any questions. He flicked on the TV which was set to country music videos. He set down the remote and picked up her drink, “Finish it. Swallow it all down.”
She took the drink, “I’m not sure I can,” she said shyly. Traci also wasn’t sure she wanted too.
“You can… swallow,” he ordered.
She put the drink to her lips, and she felt him twitch when her lipstick covered lips touched the glass. The liquid flowed into her mouth, slowly at first, but it became easier. He watched her throat move as she took the drink down with much more ease than she anticipated. She finished the drink with one big final gulp. It warmed her cheeks, and she felt a little buzz ripple through her. A giggle escaped her lips and Cash nodded, pleased she’d done it and pleased she had obeyed him.
Cash took the glass away and set it back down. He trailed his finger along the inside of her arm. Traci bit her lip and shivered at the sensation. His other hand slipped down her back, dipping into her curve and onto her ass, he grabbed lightly. She held back her gasp. He rubbed her bottom in small circles, “Are you a good girl Jane?” he asked her.
Traci nodded. She thought that was a strange question. She was anxious to straddle him and get on with the sexy dry fuck, but he was confusing her, throwing her off her game.
“I don’t think you are,” he smirked.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean…,” she trailed off.
“Oh, I think you do. You go into that bar, wearing that outfit, you were looking for some fun tonight weren’t you? I’m just lucky to be the one to have found you first.” He grabbed her ass again and put his hand around her wrist. “You look so fucking hot, I could barely keep my cock under control the whole drive here, when all I wanted to do was pull over my truck, bend you over the passenger seat and fuck you until the cows come home,” he said grabbing her wrist a little tighter.
She just blinked at him looking dazed, no guy had ever talked to her this way. Even though she hadn’t ever had sex before, when she’d dry fucked all those men before, she’d been the one in charge of the situation, but Cash wasn’t like those other guys. He was a man, and he was taking charge. “Well, you didn’t,” she said trying to be playful.
“That’s right I didn’t,” He pulled her wrist forward and pushed her over his knee so her ass was up in the air, her little skirt flipping up to the side. He put one hand on her head and twirled her hair to the side with a little tug so he could see her face, while his other hand rubbed her ass hard, not missing a single inch of it.
All of a sudden his hand was gone, and the next thing she felt was the sting of his hand making contact with her barely covered ass.
“Oww!” Traci cried out, “What are you doing?”
And he smacked her ass again.
“Stop it Cash! It’s not funny!”
“You’re free to go any time you want darlin’,” he said as he pulled his hands off of her, but she didn’t move her body, not even an inch. “That’s what I thought,” he said curling his lips.
One hand grabbed her hair again tugging harder than he had the first time and the other disappeared from her ass again. He roughly lifted her skirt all the way up, she wasn’t wearing much of anything as underwear. Cash grunted and smacked her ass again. Traci winced, but she felt something she hadn’t ever experienced in all her life, her pussy began to tingle and she could feel she was starting to get wet, wetter than she ever had before. He slapped her ass again and watched her face as she let out a little whimper followed by an agonizing moan. She couldn’t decide if what she felt was pain or unrelenting arousal. Her body seemed to be choosing the latter based on how it was reacting. He slapped her again, rubbing and then slipping his hand forward to give her pussy a little attention too. Cash seemed ready to explode feeling her wetness and seeing her pink ass up in the air. She was tempted to ask for another when he roughly pulled her back to a seated position.
“Stand up,” Cash said, “undress.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Traci kicked off her boots before sliding off her little jacket which she tossed on top of her purse. She slid her hands over her heaving tits down to the hem of her tank top. As she grabbed the bottom she could feel her nipples had tightened and were actually aching to be touched by Cash. She removed her top letting her tits gently bounce until they settled against her body. Traci could tell Cash liked what he saw when he grabbed his cock to make an adjustment.
She ran her fingers through her hair and let her fingers graze across her skin and down her tits, lightly brushing against her erect nipples. Cash didn’t move towards her which is what she had expected him to do, instead he sat still and watched. She had hoped he’d pull her down onto his lap again so she could grind against his engorged cock, but he was waiting for her to take it all off. She wiggled out of her skirt and let it drop to the floor around her ankles.
“Those too,” he said indicating her panties.
“I uh,” she said nervously.
“Hmm?” he said impatiently.
“I’ve never had…” she said stopping the words from coming out. She swallowed down the word and almost choked.
“You’ve never fucked anyone?” Cash said looking as though he didn’t believe her.
Traci shook her head. She was embarrassed and hoped it didn’t show. This new information only seemed to add to Cash’s need for her. It added fuel to his fire, and he popped up out of the chair. He put his arms around her naked torso and kissed her.
It was a gentle kiss, sweet and sensual, it made her pussy even wetter than it already was which she hadn’t even thought possible. She could feel Cash’s hard cock pressing against her, it felt so unbelievably large.
“Follow me,” he said taking her hand and guiding her to his bedroom.
He turned on the overhead fan and kicked off his boots. Traci stood there nearly naked while he worried about the temperature of the room. Cash peeled off his t-shirt showing off his perfect muscular body. His skin tanned from working in the outdoors, he stepped into her, took her face into his hands and began kissing her again. His tongue delicately dancing against hers. She could tell he was being much more sweet and gentle now that he had found out she was a virgin. He hadn’t been turned off by that information, she knew he very much still had every intention of fucking her tonight. Traci had no qualms about her first time being with this hot cowboy.