Southern Charm : A BWWM Cowboy Romance

by Tiana Cole

  A warm voice next to my ear said, “She's having a good time.”

  I looked to my side and there he was, swaying his body next to mine and working his large frame in front of me. He outstretched his hands in a 'do you want to dance?' gesture and I offered my hands to him. He took them in big but gentle hands and began to swing me in time to the music.

  “So am I,” I shouted into his ear.

  He just nodded and we kept on dancing. He was a good mover. I wasn't bad but I felt awkward when his eyes were directly on mine and then moved directly to my cleavage. But in all honesty I was checking his body out too. I felt the bulk of his upper arms, the taunt torso and strong back through his shirt as we danced.

  At one time his hands were on my waist and slipped towards my hips. He grabbed them and worked my hips into a spiral movement, his lower body getting closer to mine and I was getting a damp feeling in my panties.

  “Hey!” Tracy was loud in my ear and she jammed into us so hard, I almost lost my balance.

  “I think we should sit down,” I said to her. I was backing away from my dance partner and holding onto Tracy so she wouldn't fall. I gestured to him that I was taking her back to the bar. He just nodded and slipped into the crowd to find his friends.

  I pulled my lips in and thought, oh well, at least I got to dance with the guy. But as I pulled the loose limbed Tracy back to the bar, the feeling between my legs was telling me that a dance with that guy just wasn't enough.

  “This place is spinning,” Tracy said, with her elbow on the bar.

  “I'll go call us a taxi. Do you want to wait here a second?” I told her.

  “No, I'll come out with you. I could do with some air.”

  At the foyer I saw him again, he was talking to the doormen. “You two leaving already?” he said, looking at the way Tracy was fumbling along.

  “She's not going,” Tracy blurted out to him. “You two looked good on that dance floor. I'm going back to my husband but she's single so she can stay out as long as she likes. Right?” Tracy's eyes were barely staying open. I was tipsy myself but she was fully drunk.

  “We could help her into a taxi,” the handsome guy said to me. I was apprehensive about that. She didn’t really look like she should be going anywhere by herself.

  “Great idea,” Tracy shouted and lurched for the door. I heard the cute guy tell the doormen we'd be right back and they nodded and smiled like they knew him really well.

  “Tracy, I don’t want to send you off by yourself like this.”

  “Honey, I do this a lot. I know how to handle myself even shit-faced, I promise. Now go have a good time.” She kissed both my cheeks and smiled at me.

  It was easy to find a taxi. It was a busy, main road with a large hotel opposite and a couple of restaurants on either side.

  “And don't go home until they have to pour you into a taxi,” Tracy whispered into my ear as I helped her sit in the back seat.

  Her taxi took off and I shivered in the night air as I waved her off.

  “Cold?” he said and immediately put his arms around me. His touch sent the same tingling sensations through my body as when we danced. What the hell was I thinking? I should have gotten into that taxi with Tracy. But I looked up at him and saw a look in his eyes that told me this guy was all right. Besides, I wanted to dance some more.

  I liked the attention I was getting. I liked the way he looked at me, my whole body, from top to toe. I had always possessed the ability to get a vibe off of people. I knew to trust my gut when it came to men, and my gut was telling me he was just fine.

  He walked us back into the bar, his fingers slipped in between mine and he walked me right to the middle of the dance floor again. He turned to face me. We smiled at each other and moving in time to the music with him felt so natural. I was glad I didn't go home quite yet. He bent towards my ear and said to me, “Wait, I was supposed to get you a drink wasn't I?”

  “No rush,” I told him and put my arms around his neck. No doubt Tracy would want a blow by blow account of what happened when she'd gone. She'd die when I told her how suggestive I was being with my dancing.

  He responded by moving his hands to my hips and pulling me closer to him. I felt straight away that he had gotten hard. I looked into his eyes and didn't look away. I could feel his size and I moved closer still. The music was mid-tempo but we moved slowly and wound our hips together around and around. I was getting completely turned on by his movements and his body. Sex had been a task for me for so long I hadn’t really allowed myself to be sensual.

  “Do you want to get out of here?” he eventually asked me. I nodded yes and he took my hand and we spiraled our way out of the dancing crowd. He didn't acknowledge his friends, just led me to the exit and seconds later we were out of the bar and standing on the sidewalk.

  “How far is your place?” he asked me. We both knew where this evening was going so there was no point in playing a game. But I couldn't imagine having a complete stranger in the bed I'd shared with Mark and tried to make babies in. It was way too soon.

  My eyes fell on the hotel directly opposite. He followed my eye line.

  “Really?” he said.

  “Well,” I said in a quiet voice, “why not?”

  The cold air hadn't sobered me up, I was still aching for closer contact with this guy. It was so unlike me it was incredible and I knew that the bar Adrenalin had finally gotten mine going.

  We crossed the road and walked up the steps to the hotel.

  “I've got this,” he told me as he went to reception desk. I let him do the talking. I'm sure I heard him say “Mr and Mrs Smith” and it made me chuckle to myself. He walked towards me with the key and led me to the elevator.

  The second we got in there, our arms were around each other and he jammed me up against the mirror. His tongue was in my mouth circling and searching as I responded with as much passion. As the elevator door opened on what I thought was our floor we backed out of it, still kissing.

  We managed to pull apart long enough to find the right room. His hands were steady as he unlocked the door but I was feeling a little nervous, not quite trembling but almost. He closed the door behind me and my back was against it. He kissed me and pulled the hem of my dress up in line with my panties.

  I ran my fingers through his wavy hair, my legs slightly parted. He hooked his fingers into the elastic tops of my panties and worked them down to the top of my thighs, just low enough for him to touch my clit. He rubbed it and moved the finger further down the slit to the wetness that was increasing with every circle his tongue made in my mouth.

  I parted my legs further as he trailed the warm wetness back to my clit and started making a slow and gentle s-shape over it. My hips were moving back and forth. My whole pussy was alive with his touch.

  He pulled his lips away from mine and took my panties down all together and I stepped out of them. From a kneeling position he began to stroke my legs, rubbing up and down from my knees, up to the very top of my inner thighs. He parted my legs further and pushed his tongue inside me.

  I gave a loud sigh, it was amazing. But after only a few seconds he pulled away and looked up at me. Why did he have to stop? I was aching for him to do more.

  He stood up and pulled my dress down to its normal length and then looked around the room. We hadn't turned on any lights yet but the drapes were open and, although the thick windows blocked out the sound of the traffic, I could still see it moving by and the bar Adrenalin just opposite.

  He turned on a side light by the bed, I followed him towards it and he looked at me and smiled. He turned me around so that my back was to him and took down the zipper of my dress. Now that he had removed my panties, I was naked under the dress. My breath was heavy and so was his as he slipped the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

  His hands were around me now. I tipped my head back against him as he began squeezing my breasts. He rubbed the nipples, pulling and squeezing them. I could feel his erec
tion, hard against my back as he rubbed his body against mine. I turned around and grabbed for the zipper of his pants. Pulling his clothes down I saw his hard cock spring towards me and I held it with both hands as he bent to kiss me.

  We edged towards the bed and I fell on top of him onto it. Grabbing my buttocks now, he pressed my lower body into his and we moved against each other desperately seeking contact while I sunk my tongue further into his mouth. His fingers were pulling me apart.

  I was so wet, his fingers were slipping into me involuntarily. I moaned with the agony of wanting his cock deep inside me. It was like he read my mind because he hoisted me up so that I straddled him on my knees and let his cock sink deep into the warm wetness of my vagina.

  I squeezed hard on him as he thrust upwards, his hand firmly on my buttocks, helping to manipulate my movements. I leaned my upper body closer to his, one breast entering his mouth. He pulled and sucked on my nipple while I ground my hips into him.

  We moved faster and then faster still. He was so deep inside me and so big that I was being stimulated to a point of passing out. My orgasm was coming, building up and building up, I knew it would be explosive. His hips were thrusting up harder. He was about to explode inside me.

  I was nearly there, I arched my back so far, feeling the friction on my clit and the deep sensation inside me. All my skin hot and tingling, my insides in a wave of pleasure that made me call out again. He growled in a low gravelly voice as he came, his eyes clenched shut, his head thrown back on the bed.

  I panted heavily as the orgasm slowly died away. He was breathing heavily too. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. He gave me a smile like a longtime lover would give as I realized that, for the first time in my life I'd just had a one night stand. It invigorated me. It made me alive. I smiled at him and slowly got up.

  We didn't speak. He just removed the rest of his clothes and we got into bed. We faced each other and hugged very close. Slowly but surely his cock began to stiffen. I looked at him and smiled. He rolled me onto my back. I opened my legs and felt the engorged bulk, pushing inside me again and I took a long deep breath. He was still looking deep into my eyes and after a few seconds he began a slow deep grind.

  I clung onto his back and responded with his movements. We were making the same movements as we had done on the dance floor. Just slow, intense and easy. This was what I wanted when we were dancing, this was how I thought sex with this hot guy would be and he didn't disappoint. Eventually the slow movements were not enough for either of us. Below the covers we were becoming hot and sweaty as we quickened the pace of our gyrating hips. My legs crossed around his hips and he jerked with all his might until he came just seconds before my deep and powerful orgasm took over my body.

  Then he came out of me and, without a word, we spooned. His fingers and mine were laced together and we fell asleep.

  Chapter 4

  I wasn't sure what day it was when I woke up but I knew I had been drinking a lot because of the loud thrumming in my ears. I also knew I'd had lots of sex. There was a definite tell-tale feeling of satisfaction and dampness and something of a memory of skin, tongues and more skin. But with whom had I been having sex with? That was the mystery.

  I lay on my stomach. My arm was hanging off the bed and the top half of my body was uncovered. I blinked a few times and saw my cherry red dress from last night just by the bed where I must have stepped out of it. Or maybe my lover, whoever he was, had ripped it from me. Little by little the flashback of fingers and an exploring tongue on different parts of my body came back to me.

  Thrown a little further to the right of my dress was a pair of navy pants, a white shirt and navy boxer shorts. The man was still here. Then a sense of my bed being shared by someone else came over me. I heard the breathing for the first time and made a thin line with my lips. I was remembering the sexy, good looking man from the night before.

  I lifted my body slowly and looked over to my left. The good looking man from last night was fast asleep. He was on his back with the covers only coming up as far as his thigh. His penis was at half-mast. I remembered our night more vividly then.

  After making love a second time we were doing it again in the very early hours, this time with me laying on top of him, his cock in my mouth and my clit bouncing wildly on his eager tongue. It was amazing sex but again I asked myself the question: Who did I have sex with?

  I didn't know his name, where he lived or anything about him. What was I thinking last night? Was I thinking or was I letting that place between my legs, the place his touch had ignited, do all the thinking for me.

  For all I knew, I could have shared a hotel room with an axe murderer. He might have lured his victims to hotels with his delicious charm, fooled women into thinking they were safe by giving them multiple orgasms and then chopped their heads off when they were sleeping. I felt for my throat and swallowed. Well my head was still attached at least, but this wasn’t like me at all. I almost felt dirty.

  I got up quietly and grabbed my dress, making my way to the bathroom. I eased my dress back on. In the harsh light of the bathroom my breasts looked like they were even more buxom than I'd remembered them looking when I got ready the night before. No wonder that guy was after me. I wasn't leaving anything to the imagination was I? He was no axe murderer, just some horny young hunk who saw these boobs and thought I wanted a good time. After all. Wasn't I the one who suggested the hotel across from Adrenalin?

  I splashed my face with water and rinsed my mouth out. That would have to do as a freshen up until I got home. On tip toe, I entered the room and spotted my purse by the door and my red lacy panties. I slipped them on and went back to the bed to pick up my shoes. I held them in my hand and slipped the long chain strap of my purse over my shoulder.

  Looking back at the man sleeping on the bed, I noticed his early morning erection take full effect. I got a moist feeling between my legs as I remembered how that throbbing cock had made my night and reluctantly closed the door behind me.

  Outside in the empty corridor I realized that I was about to make the walk of shame. It would be the longest and most embarrassing walk of my life. The hotel staff would know exactly what I'd been doing and the fact that I was sneaking out on my own and far earlier than anyone else was even awake, I had a lot to be ashamed of.

  As I stood outside in the chilly air because the sun hadn't fully risen, I saw a lone vehicle coming along the road and thanked God it was a taxi. He stopped and as I got in and gave my address, I looked up at the hotel and then over at Adrenalin.

  All in all, it hadn't been a bad night. In fact, I'd enjoyed myself. What was there to be ashamed of? I was a grown woman, separated and about to be divorced. Besides, I would never go back to Adrenalin so I'd never have to face that guy again and make excuses for my very forward behavior. I couldn't help smiling to myself. He was a great looking guy and he seemed really nice too from what I remembered of our conversations.

  I wondered if he had a girlfriend, what he did for a living, what his star sign was. All the things you ask a person before jumping into bed with them, especially the big question: “What's your name?” So there was that inkling that I might have missed out on knowing someone amazing, but I wasn’t really ready.

  In many respects, as I skipped up the steps to my apartment I felt a bit rebellious. It was the kind of sex I'd been missing in my marriage. Wild and free, just like the first years of getting together with Mark. I'd spent so many years having clinical sex with Mark, just letting go of all the worry about wanting a baby made the sex with this stranger the best I'd had in a very long, long time.

  I felt guilty saying that because I was in love with Mark, very deeply, in the beginning.

  I opened the door and let myself into the apartment. Everything seemed changed somehow. The first thing I saw when I entered the apartment was our wedding picture. It was the only framed picture in the hallway, the symbol of a long and happy marriage.

  I pulled off my shoes. They s
eemed to have gone down at least two sizes and walked into the living room. Looking down at the coffee table I saw the neat stack of divorce papers. I needed to sign them.

  They'd sat there long enough. I went back to the hallway and took down the wedding picture. I laid it next to the papers from Mark's solicitor. Maybe having random sex with someone would be the kick I needed to begin to move on.

  I rubbed my sore and tired feet and tried to heave my cleavage further into my dress. Hopeless. I sat forward with my elbows on my knees and stared down at what my marriage had transformed into. From happy ever afters in the photograph to divorce and solicitors. There was a pen close by. I picked it up and signed where the crosses were. I brushed away the tears that fell from my eyes after signing and hoped the solicitor didn't notice the smudges.

  Then I walked to the bathroom, peeled off my dress and ran a bath.

  It was still early, too early to call Tracy and she was probably quite hung over anyway. Her husband would have to take over entertaining the twins for the day. I was sure she'd sleep a long time.

  When the bath was nice and frothy with scented bubbles, and full to almost overflowing, I slid into it, put my head back and closed my eyes. I could have drifted off into a little sleep, I could have cried some more about losing Mark but all I did was think back to the night before; the handsome stranger, his wonderful kisses and his remarkable, sexy, beautiful body on that big, wide bed.

  Chapter 5

  Even a month after that night at Adrenalin, Tracy and I were still talking about the day we forgot we were women in our thirties, got all dressed up and went to a young and fashionable Manhattan bar.

  Tracy told me how when she got home and stumbled through the front door, she grabbed her husband and fucked him senseless on the kitchen table. Those were her exact words. But it was my story with the nameless guy that really got her excited.

  During the month after that night, not a week would go by that Tracy wouldn't make me go over every tiny little detail with such precision, I became horny every time I thought back on it. It would always be up there as one of my sexiest adventures.