Cowboy Invites Me to His Ranch (Intimate Audio)

Those folks might not like it, but I gotta say, there's nothing better than some good old-fashioned hard work. Gives me time to think. Hell, most of the time, I'm not really thinking about anything. I'm just enjoying the sights and sounds of the Agua Verde Ranch. I shrug off my worn, dusty, button-up shirt. and pull the brim of my hat down a little further. Man, it's hot today. My bare chest is already sticky with sweat. I look up as an old red pickup truck comes down the county road.

Kicks up clouds of dirt as it pulls up and parks right next to my own trusty Ford. I nod at the driver, my boss, Mr. Alvarez. Now, who is that he's got riding shotgun with him? Morning, Rob. Hard to work already. Good for you, son. Yes, sir, Mr. Alvarez. I'm speaking to my boss, but my eyes are stuck on you like a magnet. Those blue jeans you're wearing? Authentic? Not like designer jeans folks wear in the city. Damn, they sure fit you like a glove.

Your eyes are soft and glitter slightly, even though there's no sign of the sun in the sky today. This here's Miss Lucy Olivares from the county store newspaper. She's come here wanting to do a story on the ranch. I suddenly remember I'm not wearing anything other than my own blue jeans, and I scrambled to throw my shirt back on. Finally, I hold out my hand for you to shake. You smile at me.

And for a single second, your eyes tick down to my belt buckle before meeting my gaze. Nice to meet you, ma'am. The pleasure's all mine. Rob, right? Yes, ma'am. Rob, I got some business to attend to in town, and I was wondering if you might take this nice lady around and answer some of her questions. Is that all right with you? I glance back and forth between you and Mr. Alvarez.

A crooked smile grown on one side of my mouth. Sure thing. So long as Miss Lucy here doesn't mind how dirty my truck is. You shoot me a flashy little grin.

and shift your weight from one of your patent leather cowboy boots to the other. I've seen dirtier. I like you already. Mr. Alvarez hops back in his truck and speeds off down the dirt road. Leaving me and you standing alone beneath the overcast sky. You pull out a little notepad from your shoulder bag and start scribbling away. I bet you've got perfect handwriting.

So, how long have you worked here, Rob? About six years or so. And what exactly do you do here at Agua Verde? Oh, I just do about whatever Mr. Alvarez needs me to. All stuff. Heard the cattle. I finally take a moment to look at you. Really look at you. You've got confidence in the way you stand. And your eyes are warm. Earthy brown.

If I had to guess, I'd bet you were born and raised here. Maybe went off to the city for college for a bit and then made your way back on home. Hey, you're a country girl, I can tell. But you've also got a bit of that. City edge. You're a man of few words, aren't you? I guess you could say that. How about I show you my favorite spot on the ranch? Lead the way.

The handle on the passenger door of my truck is tricky, and I yank it open for you. There's that quirky smile of yours again. I drive us on down past the... pile of hay bales i just unloaded and head for the huge pink and orange mountain bluff ahead a few thick rain droplets hit the windshield as we move along We walk side by side, me with my hands jammed into my jean pockets and you sucking on the tip of your ballpoint pen. I catch a whiff of your perfume. Mmm. Vanilla. And...

Lilies? I lead us up to the top of a small hill on the side of a mountain which gives us a nice view of the whole range. I come here to eat lunch most days. No one ever bothers me, except for a few scorpions or geckos now and then. You peer out over the land, and I see wonder in your eyes. It sure is beautiful. But I'd much rather look at you. It's a nice spot to have all to yourself. It sure is. Both of us are quiet as we bear witness to the beauty of this land.

Suddenly something thick and wet hits my shoulder. Oh, and then my hat. My chest. Oh, sheets of rain come pouring down on us. You throw your hands up to protect your head as I take your hand and run us down the hill. The truck is close, but there's a little mountain overhang that's closer. I take my hat off and shield your head from the rain as I lead you towards the small grassy shelter.

That sure snuck up on us, didn't it? How long do you think it'll last? I glance out towards the horizon. The clouds are dark and ominous looking. But I see a patch of blue not too far out. 10, 15 minutes or so. Your shirt is soaked. I look down at myself and see it's not just my shirt. But my blue jeans, too. Yeah, well, you're soaked, too. You're clearly not one of them girls that gets upset when their hair gets a little wet. In fact, you seem like you're amused by this whole situation.

You take a couple of steps towards me. If I'm not mistaken, well, I'd say you're looking at me with something like desire in your eyes. You pull your bag over your head and drop it onto the ground. Your hands reach up to the collar of my shirt. The thing is so wet it's sticking to my skin. You unbutton my shirt real slow before peeling it off.

Falling it up and tossing it to the ground. Well, you better get out of these wet clothes. You smirk up at me and drag your teeth across your bottom lip. Oh, well now, I recognize that look. I reach down and start unbuttoning your shirt just as you did mine. You take a step closer as I pull the flannel down your long-toned arms and reveal your black bra. Wouldn't want to catch a cold. I grin down at you.

You push your body up against mine. And I bend down to press my lips into yours. Your fingers hook around my belt loops and I slip the tip of my tongue into your mouth. Damn, you taste good. You sigh so softly and know our kiss as my hands drift down to your curvy hips. You sway a little in our shadows, dance across the patch of grass in our little shelter. I back you up slowly into the face of the mountain.

Your hands drift down to my ass and squeeze through the layer of thick denim. I trail my lips down your jaw, down your soft, supple neck, into the sweet dip of your collarbone. just above your lovely breasts. I'll reach behind you and unclasp your bra before tossing it down to the ground. Oh, your nipples so plump and dark.

Perk up and come to attention as I drag my thumbs over them again and again. You seem to like that quite a bit. So I reverse our positions and lean up against the rock face with your ass pressed in. Can you feel how hard I am for you already? I reach around and take two handfuls of your breasts, kneading them in my hands and pressing my nose into your gorgeous dark... Oh, fuck. You writhing my arms, pushing your ass up against me, and running your hands down my upper thighs.

Rock twitches in anticipation of feeling your warm pussy squeezing around me. I slide one hand away from your gorgeous tits and draw it down your abdomen. My fingers glide down to the button of your jeans. I pop them open with one little flick, and you start to shimmy yourself out of them. Oh, you kick your jeans off. And back up a step or two just to give me a good look at you and your little black panties. Oh, you sure do like to tease, don't you?

Or you lower yourself down to a damn patch of grass and spread your legs out in front of you. I don't know that I've seen something so goddamn sexy in my whole entire life. I fling my bell buckle open. throw down the zipper to my jeans, kick off my boots and get naked just about as soon as I can. I drop down on the ground right beside you and pull you into my arms for a long, hungry kiss.

Although we're protected from the rain, it's coming down so hard that we're getting splashed with little droplets. The whole left side of your body glistens as I draw my fingers across the front of your panties and slip them to the side. Is this what you want? I slipped two fingers between your phones and... Oh, damn, you are so warm. You're wet. I tease your clit with some soft strokes. Circling around it. Dragging your witness all around. The way you squirm up against me.

I'm gonna try and be patient here and get you nice and warmed up before taking things further. But damn, I'm really loving these noises you're making. You wrap your arms around my neck. Curl your fingers around my messy hair before kissing me with those luscious lips of you. Oh, that's good. So you're gonna fuck me here in your favorite spot? Yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fill you to the brim. Is that what you want? You want me to fill you up? Yeah.

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