Meals on Wheels 3- Rose

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After several weeks volunteering for the Meals on Wheels program, one of the other volunteers was leaving for vacation. Sarah didn’t deliver to very many people, but they were spread out in the rural areas. We decided that the rest of us would just pick up one extra stop to cover down for her. I was assigned to deliver to Rose. It just so happens, that Rose is about 17 miles in the opposite direction from the rest of my deliveries.

Rose was a spry 59 years young, and didn’t really seem to need food delivery, except for the fact that she lived alone in the middle of nowhere. I decided that I would deliver to her first, so I could come back and pick up the rest of the food and do my normal route.

After the ridiculous drive to Rose’s hobby farm, I arrived early. I wanted to give myself extra time for trying to find the place. Rose was a little surprised to see me when she answered the door, and offered to give me the dime tour, since I had extra time. I can’t say that I remember much of what she was saying as she led me through the house. I was a little preoccupied checking her out as she pointed out all of the antique furnishings throughout her home.

I was guessing that Rose was a transplanted cowgirl. She was wearing western boots, tight denim jeans, and a sleeveless white blouse. Her jet-black hair flowed straight down past her shoulders. I was trying to remain covert as I was staring at the slightly sagging C cups pulling at her blouse. We made our way outside, and took a walk through the horse stables out back. Rose had two dark brown female horses, one adult and one filly, and a stallion that was apparently on loan for breeding with the adult female. She continued to talk of her day to day activities and how most of them revolved around the horses.

I looked at my watch and mentioned that I must be going. Rose apologized for rambling on, and as I made my way back to my car, she asked if I was working tomorrow. I guess Sarah would occasionally come by and go riding on the weekends, so she extended the invitation for me to swing by tomorrow and “Take a ride” as she emphasized.

That evening, I was wondering why I had all of the sudden been getting hit on by so many mature women. Sure, I didn’t have nearly as much interaction with them before, but I was wondering to myself if that was all it took. I was fairly certain that Rose had similar intentions as other women I had been meeting up with, so I was not going to miss this ride for anything.

I did not want to appear too eager, so it was about three in the afternoon when I arrived at Rose’s ranch on Saturday. She greeted me with a big smile on her face at the front door. She offered me some lemonade, and we made our way out to the stable. When I entered into the stable, I noticed that the older female was quite calm, while the filly and the stallion were restlessly moving about their stalls. I asked Rose if they were always like this, and she told me no, as she was latching the outside door to the stable. She explained that the filly was in heat, but was not grown enough to breed yet, and the stallion could smell the filly and was responding to her.

I looked over at the stallion, who was fully erect as he paced around. Rose said that he was also excited because it had been nearly a week since he was mating with the other female, and had not had any contact since then.