Cowboy Ch 1

I was visiting my sick aunt in Rapid City, SD. I was there a week, when one night at the supper table she suggested I drive down to Keystone, after all she wasn’t ill enough for me to be twenty-four-seven. She handed me a brochure and said, “It’s a trip back in time, on an authentic 1880 train, check it out, I know you’ll enjoy it.

The train took one back in time to the old west, through the Black Hills of South Dakota from Keystone to Hill City and back. One could relax in coach, and watch the beautiful scenery, or visit the dining car. However keep and eye out, there are train robbers on the loose. The re-enactment was called, “Shootout train ride.”

There’s the good-guy, as sheriff trying to protect the gold, and bad-guys trying to steal it, damsels in distress and those causing it.

My mind wandered back in time for a few minutes. Then I was brought back to reality when auntie told me she was going to bed. Adding, “What’d yah think of the brochure?”

“I’m going on a little trip, to the old west, and watch a shoot out.”

She yawned and said, “Fill me in on the details when you return, goodnight.”

My night was filled with train whistles, a handsome sheriff, and bandits. The next morning I bade her goodbye and headed for Keystone.

I met him when I boarded the train. He was sitting in the seat ahead of me, and I wondered if he was part of the shootout re-enactment. His rugged look with his chaps, jeans, and mustache took me back to an earlier time, when people were honest, and trustworthy.

I licked my lips hungrily, wondering what he sounded like, and better yet what he looked like under his clothes.

Oh god, the mere thought of it, made my pussy purr with pleasure. Just what I didn’t need right now, for him to smell how aroused I was becoming.

When he turned, and gazed at me I thought I’d melt right then, and there.

I managed to find my voice, “Hello, are you one of the actors here in the show?”

With a drawl sexy enough to melt butter, he answered. “Yeah pretty lady, names ‘Cowboy.’

Damn his voice matched his looks and my whole body screamed, ’hell yes I want to fuck him.’

“My name is Kandy, nice to meet you. This is my first time here. I’m from Tennessee and visiting my sick aunt who lives near here. She suggested I come see the show, so here I am. I love riding in old train like this, the clicky-clack of the wheels, makes me feel like it was really 1890?”

We began talking like they we were long lost friends; perhaps lovers from a past time. When his eyes met mine, I felt it clear to the center of me womanhood.