The Ranch Hand II

Most folks might not like it, but I gotta say, there’s nothin’ better than some good ol’ fashioned hard work.

Gives me time to think. Hell, most of the time I’m not really thinkin’ about anythin’. 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.

It 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’s that he’s got riding shotgun with him?

“Morning, Rob. Hard at work already? Good for you, son.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Alvarez.”

I’m speakin’ 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 Oliveras from the County Star newspaper. She come here wantin’ to do a story on the ranch.”

I suddenly remember I’m not wearing anythin’ other than my own blue jeans and I scramble to throw my shirt back on.

Finally, I hold my hand out 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 wonderin’ if you might take this nice lady around and answer some of her questions. That alright with you?”

I glance back and forth between you and Mr. Alvarez, a crooked smile growing 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?”

“Mmm, ’bout six years or so.”

“And what exactly do you do here at Agua Verde?”

“Oh, I do just about whatever Mr. Alvarez needs me to. Haul stuff. Herd 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.

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 the mountain which gives us a nice view of the whole ranch.

“I come here to eat lunch most days. No one ever bothers me, ’cept for a few scorpions or geckos now and then.”

You peer out over the land and I see the 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.”

“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, and then my hat, my chest.

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.

“Whew! That sure snuck up on us, didn’t it?”

“How long 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.

“Ten, fifteen minutes or so.”

“Your shirt is soaked.”

I look down at myself and see it’s not just my shirt, but my jeans too.

“Yeah, well, yours 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 and… 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, balling it up, and tossing it to the ground.

“We better get out of these wet clothes.”

You smirk up at me and drag your teeth across your bottom lip. 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 wanna 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 into our kiss as my hands drift down to your curvy hips. You sway a little and 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… and to the sweet dip of your collar bone, just above your lovely breasts.

I reach behind you and unclasp your bra before tossing it down to the ground.

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 into me.

Can you feel how hard I am for you already?

I reach around and take two huge handfuls of your breasts, kneading them in my hands and pressing my nose into your gorgeous dark hair.

“Oh, fuck…”

You writhe in my arms, pushing your ass up against me and running your hands down my upper thighs. My cock 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.

You kick your jeans off and back up a step or two, just to give me a good look at you in your little black panties.

You sure do like to tease, don’t you?

You lower yourself down to a damp patch of grass and spread your legs out in front of you.

I don’t know that I’ve ever seen something so goddamn sexy in my whole entire life.

I fling my belt 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.

“This what you want?”

I slip two fingers between your folds and… oh, damn, you are so… warm… and wet…

“Oh, yeah, baby…”

I tease your clit with slow, soft strokes, circling around it and dragging your wetness all around.

Mmm, the way you squirm up against me.

I’m going to try and be patient here and get you nice and warmed up before takin’ things further… but damn I’m really lovin’ 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 yours.

“Oh, that’s good. So are you going to fuck me here in your favorite spot?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fill you to the brim… is that what you want? You want me to fill you up?”

Your soft hand wraps around my cock…

Oh, damn…

“I’m gonna make sure you are nice and hard, baby…”

You massage my shaft, tightening your hand and drawing it up and down, pleasing me with your expert touch. Fuck, I’m getting so hard…

You spread the precum slipping out of me all over the tip of my cock. Your hand just glides…

Mmm, god, that feels good.

Suddenly, you push on my bare chest until I’m sitting up on my knees.

You sit up and slowly bend forward, lowering your head down as you do. You ass points high into the air as you arch your back. The whole time you look up at me with the sexiest little smirk I think I’ve ever seen.

You part your wet lips… get them nice and wet with the tip of your tongue… and then…

God, that feels good…

Oh, you are… so good with your mouth…

I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I sure as hell am now…

You seal your lips around the head of my cock and suck on it… dipping your head forwards and back…

Oh my god, yes… you look like you’re getting just as much pleasure from this as I am…

Oh, man, I… I can’t handle much more… I need to be inside you… I can’t wait much longer…

My body convulses with pleasure and you slowly pull your warm mouth away from my cock.

You push me back until I’m sitting in the dirt leaning back on my elbows.

You crawl up my body and press that hot little mouth of yours up against mine. Mmm, you taste so good…

“How’s that? Hard enough for you?”

“Yeah, baby, that’s perfect.”

If you aren’t just the sexiest, most confident woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting…

You turn away for a brief moment, reaching behind us to fish something out of your purse.

You assist me in putting on the condom, and then, you guide the tip of my cock towards your pussy… you must be ready for me, too.

I push my hips forward just enough to tease your entrance.

You grind our bodies together, writhing up against me with desperate need…

I slide forward… and slowly push myself into you…

Oh, god…

Your body bucks upward and your arms tighten around my neck. Your pussy is so warm and tight around me…

I… I fuck you… so deep and slow… burying my cock between your folds. Oh, yeah…

You rock back and forth and together we create a nice steady rhythm. God, you are so… fucking… tight…

I love the way you look… straddling my hips… your hands pressed hard up against my bare chest.

“You like it like this, baby? You like to ride me?”

You bounce up and down on my cock, slowly at first, and then picking up speed as you get nice and comfortable.

“Oh, I love to ride you! Fill me up, baby! Fill me up with that huge cock!”

Oh, yeah, right there, baby. Just like that…

I reach up and press my palms around your plump, fleshy breasts… I tease those nipples with tight little tweaks of my fingers.

You sure like that, don’t you? I squeeze and twist them around until you squeal with pleasure. You are one dirty girl…

Your ass slaps against my thighs and your hands claw at the dirt beneath me…

I can feel you getting close. Your inner muscles clench so tightly around me…

I drive my hips up and push my cock further and further into you. You’re so tight and wet for me… fuck this feels good…

“I’m gonna cum… oh, I’m gonna cum!”

I slip my fingers up onto your clit, and you bounce on them over and over again, harder and harder as I move my fingers faster and faster…

Your body convulses on top of me, every muscle clenches tightly around me…

You climb off of me and lie in the cool dirt.

You turn your body towards me and press your face into the crook of my neck.

The breeze is cool against our flushed bodies. It feels good to just be one with the earth right now.

“Well, look at that. Rain stopped.”

I sit up onto my elbows and glance up at the gray sky. It’s still cloudy, but the rain has given us a minute of peace.

“So it has. Guess we better take this opportunity, try and get back to the truck without getting too wet.”

You flash a devilish grin at me as you sit up and start gathering your clothes.

“Too late for that.”

Once we’re both dressed, we head back down the hill to my truck.

“So, about that interview? I reckon you have some more questions for me.”

“Yeah, well… let’s just save those for next time, if you’d like for there to be a next time, that is.”

“Absolutely.”