This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Starter Seeds”
It was a beautiful summer day, the big sky clear and brilliantly blue, the yellow sun shining down. I was out in the meadow, just taking a walk after completing the morning chores, when the sun and the warmth and the soft, lush wind from the south got to me.
I slipped into the stand of birch trees that bordered the meadow, found a smooth, white trunk and leaned up against it, surging with a tingling heat, thinking about the new ranchhand my husband had recently hired, Colt Sever. The man was tall and dark, lean and hard, with brown eyes and skin and a smooth, laconic way of talking and walking. My husband had taken to him instantly, the man and his get-rich schemes, and I wasn’t far behind.
I unbuttoned the front of my dress with shaking hands and pulled it open. My pale breasts spilled out, full and lush and tingling, pink-hued nipples swelling with feeling. I sighed, letting the warm air and sun soak into my bared chest. “Mmmm,” I murmured, cupping my breasts, squeezing the shimmering flesh.
I knew it was wrong for a respectable woman of the late 19th century to be outside, almost out in the open, feeling herself up, fondling her breasts. But I couldn’t help myself, thinking about Colt, how the handsome man had roped me and my husband.
I slid my hands along my breasts up to the tips, pinched my stiffened nipples between my fingers. I arched against the tree trunk, twin currents of sensual delight coursing through my body. I rolled my buzzing nipples, lolling my head back against the tree and surrendering myself body and soul to the passion.
It wasn’t that my husband couldn’t satisfy me. It was just that all his energy lately had been focused on Colt Sever’s ideas for enriching the pair of them, the three of us by mortgaging the land my husband and I owned, and had developed into a successful ranch, to raise the capital needed to invest in a silver mine in Nevada. Colt said fortunes were being made there, and we shouldn’t miss out.
I slid my hands off my breasts and down my sides, pushing the dress lower, over my round hips and down my long legs. I stepped out of it, naked, in bloom like the trees and the buttercups in the meadow. I bathed in the bright sunshine, my pussy moist and tingling under its golden tuft of fur. Colt stood before my closed eyes, as I slowly slid a hand down my stomach and into my fur and onto my pussy.
“Yes!” I moaned, spasming at the wicked touch of my fingertips on my blossomed clit.
I gently rubbed myself, undulating against the tree trunk, ablaze with lust, burning with want. I grasped a breast and kneaded the heated flesh, rubbing my clit more rapidly, the danger and openness of it all heightening the delicious sensations. I quickly drove myself to the very edge of ecstasy.
And then I heard hoofbeats.
I opened my eyes and stared at the rider galloping towards me Colt Sever. I didn’t have time even to take my hands off my body, before he was across the meadow and on top of me.
“Getting some air, Mrs. Burton?” he cracked, reining in his horse and smoothly dismounting. He looked over my blatant, shameful nakedness, pushing his hat back and licking his lips, his dark eyes shining.
“I know,” he said self-assuredly. “A beautiful young woman, with a husband twenty years her elder. You have … needs that have to be met. By a real man.”
He stripped off his leather vest and unbuttoned his blue cotton shirt, striding towards me. I opened my mouth to protest, but he was upon me, brushing my hands aside and clasping my nude body to his, pressing his hot, wet mouth against mine.
His desire was a throbbing force he was confident no woman could resist. I squirmed in his strong arms, and he thrust his tongue into my open mouth, writhing and powerful. I whimpered and went limp, letting him pull me tight into his hard body, his thrashing tongue exploring the interior of my mouth. And when I felt his erection pulsing against my stomach, I threw my arms around the rugged man and deep-kissed him back.
He grunted, his big hands roaming down my back to covetously grip my mounded buttocks, and squeeze. I moaned, pressing into him, clutching at his broad shoulders. We kissed and tangled our tongues together for a breathless, heart-pounding minute or so, Colt almost lifting me right off the ground and into his hungry mouth with the strength of his passion.
Until he pulled back, and stripped off his shirt. His chest was as richly sun-browned as the rest of him, sprinkled with curly black hair and cleaved into twin muscular plates, his stomach flat and hard. He picked up my hands and placed them on his chest, and I felt the searing strength. As he caught up my bare breasts in his bare hands and roughly squeezed them.
“Oh … yes!” I gasped, powerless to resist.
He mauled my breasts. I dug my fingernails into his chest, feeling the raw energy of the man all through my trembling body. He ducked his head down and lashed one of my nipples with his red tongue, the other, making me quiver. He sucked almost half of one of my breasts into his mouth and pulled on it, making me shudder, did the same to my other emblazoned breast.
He stared up at me, licking and sucking my breasts, sinking his strong, white teeth into my nipples, arrogant and assured in his lovemaking. He pushed my breasts together and slashed his tongue across both rigid tips at once, and I moaned with abandon.
Colt shoved me back against the tree. My breasts shone with his saliva, red where he’d gripped them, buzzing where he’d mouthed them. He unbuttoned his pants, a smirk playing over his sensuous mouth. His cock was hard and thick when he pulled it out, pulsating when he shoved me down to the grass and fed the organ into my mouth.