Cowgirl Cindy Rides Hot Again Episode Two
By Brin Reid
Copyright 2012
Smashwords Edition
It was my third day at the Curly J Ranch and I was frustrated as hell. Oh the job was great. I loved the horses, and for three days I’d been figuring out riding trails and getting programs together so that when the dudes arrived they’d be able to really enjoy working on the ranch. We had ten gentle steers and a whole bunch of calves we’d be using for a mini cattle drive and it was going to be a lot of fun.
No, it wasn’t the job that was the problem. The problem was a man. I wanted him and I wanted him bad. I wanted him so bad that just the thought of him sent shivers through me, hardened my six-shooter bullet nipples, and made me feel aflutter between my legs. His name was Jake and he was part of the permanent staff. I was only there for the summer to take care of the horses the owner Margaret leased for the dudes to ride.
The first day I’d met him, he’d shown up at my cabin without a shirt on, carrying an axe because there was some wood chopping he’d been doing. Since he had thought the cabin was empty, he was just going to go in and wash up. Well, when he walked in and I saw those muscles, the tight blue jeans he was wearing, and probably sexiest of all, dust on his hands from the hard work he had been doing, I knew I wanted him. Of course, I would’ve jumped to it right then, but he had to get back to work. It turns out he was the ranch boss, though I didn’t find that out until a little later.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him, though. I rode the horse I’d been assigned for the summer, a beautiful chestnut mare that was named, of course, Chestnut, and as that big, strong animal carried me around, I couldn’t get my mind off Jake and couldn’t stop wishing it was him I was riding instead of Chestnut. I knew I could have him if I could get him alone. I’m a pretty prize, too. I’ve got really long black hair that I keep in a braid Indian-style. If I unbraid it, though, and let it loose, it hangs all the way down my back, past my cute little ass, and just to the top of my thighs. I’m not exaggerating about my ass being cute, either. It’s little and heart-shaped and as pretty as you can imagine. There’s a reason I wear the tightest jeans I can. What’s the use of having a prize pony if you don’t show it off, right?
The day I met Jake, I’d explored the ranch and come upon a couple of other employees that were there for the summer like me. What I saw was just amazing. The girl, Sally, was the cutest little cowgirl you could imagine with freckles and hair in pigtails. She had a sweet, lean cowgirl figure too. She was every cowboy’s farmer’s daughter fantasy. Her boyfriend Shane was nice on the eyes as well, with a nice muscled body and a big Stetson hat. Here’s the thing, they were having a picnic and they didn’t realize I was there. Let me tell you something, they did a whole lot more than just eat fried chicken and potato salad. In fact, by the time Shane pulled his really big dick out of Sally’s tiny pussy, I was ready to scream, I was so turned on.
They still didn’t know I’d seen them, but from that moment forward, I needed Jake in the worst way, but I could never get him. When I got back to the ranch after watching them, I immediately checked in with Miss Margaret, the owner of the ranch, and told her I’d finished my duties and that I was hoping Jake could show me around. My miserable luck, though…She had sent him out to get some supplies in town. He didn’t get back until really late that evening, and I had already turned in for the night.
The next morning, he was at the far end of the ranch mending fences, and I spent the day working out hiking and riding trails and making sure all the saddles and the rest of the tack were conditioned and ready to go. The day after that, I still couldn’t find him. I needed him so bad, though, and right around noon I went to my cabin, took off my clothes and lay down on the bed.
I don’t touch myself all that much. It’s not that I have anything against it. When I do it, I really like it. It’s only that I just really have no trouble getting boys to take care of those kinds of things for me. I already told you about my really long black hair, and cowboys seem to like it a lot. Of course, I also have perfect tits that are just right for my lean body. When you add it all together with the cutest little ass you’ve ever seen right there above my legs, the boys just line up. So, like I said, there is normally no shortage of men to take care of touching me when I feel the need. Sometimes, though, when nobody’s around it gets to be too much. Jake wasn’t around and it was way too much!
I think I could have still handled it, but I was just exploring the ranch and riding along the fence that makes up the border with a little farm next door, and I saw a couple of people by a little farmhouse. Where I come from, you just walk right up and say, “Howdy”, so I headed over, tied Chestnut to the fence, climbed over it, and headed that way. They never saw me walking, and what I saw made me hide right behind their big brick barbecue to watch.
There were these two guys and one of them had his hand right up under a pretty little cowgirl’s dress! She had shorter hair than me, but it was black like mine.
“A cowgirls want to fuck.” I can vouch for that. He looked at the girl.
“Like Alice here. She wants to fuck.”
I couldn’t believe he was talking to his friend like that right in front of her like she wasn’t even there and all the while he was rubbing her through her panties!
“Give it a rest.” I think the guy he was talking to must have really liked Alice because he was getting really angry, I think.
“Come on, do you really think she doesn’t know you want to fuck her?”
The girl looked kind of angry, but she was also moving her body against the man’s hand. “You got to give little whore cowgirls what they want.”
I couldn’t believe the guy was calling that sweetheart a whore. She looked as cute as a button!