‘PEVERSE COWGIRL’
I touched her skin for the very first time in January. It was a Country Music festival. She was a cowgirl – tall, strong, athletic.
She was perched on the old post office steps, one leg crooked up under her, the other booted foot spread casually on the footpath.
I tripped on it, yelped and almost fell into her lap. A strong hand clasped my arms and I was saved. Our eyes met.
Her pretty mobile home was small, but quite neat and refurbished to suit her country tastes.
She laid me out on the bed with a gentleness unfamiliar to me.
This handsome woman – with long blonde hair that smelled of fresh hay – handled me like a porcelain doll.
Piece by piece, she undressed me, fingers caressing my soft skin as she slid the fabrics from my body.
Naked before her, it was only then I saw the ceiling was mirrored. She smiled as I viewed my own naked form – as if for the first time.
‘Beautiful, isn’t she?’, my cowgirl whispered. Her voice was lilting.
Swift fingers played over the buttons on her plaid shirt and unzipped her jeans. She wore no bra.
Her breasts were large, yet pert and round, and her nipples hardened at her own touch.
In one swift movement she was naked.
My body arched as she lowered herself over me, tanned and beautiful. Her nipples crushed against mine, soft and intoxicating.
Her long hair fell either side of my face, but she didn’t kiss me, even though I craved it.
I didn’t dare ask – I was in her control.
The cowgirl’s naked hips ground against mine for a moment, then rose into the air… (…READ MORE…I am over 18 years of age)
(c.) Tahala Eissen
First Rights: People Magazine
Publication: People Magazine
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