Dan smiled as he crossed to the edge of the porch and leaned against one of the wooden support columns and turned his gaze to the paddock; he could see Weiser, his magnificent grey horse several hundred yards away. Dan clicked his tongue twice and the horse looked up from the grass he was chewing and when he saw Dan leaning against the post Weiser shook his powerful body and started galloping towards the nearby fence.
Dan finished his coffee and left the empty mug on the porch railing and walked across the small clearing to the fence, by the time he had covered the distance Weiser was already at the fence and the animal nickered at Dan as he stroked the horse’s head, the animal pushed his head closer and bumped Dan’s chest and Dan had to laugh.
‘Alright Weiser, alright, hang on.’
Dan walked over to the stable and from a hessian sack he produced an apple and walked back out to his horse, he offered the fruit in his palm and Weiser delicately took the apple from Dan’s open hand, the hairs on Weiser’s muzzle tickling Dan’s palm, the horse quickly devoured the apple.
Dan wiped his right forearm across his face, already he could feel sweat forming and it wasn’t even nine o’clock. He stroked his horse’s muscled neck and scratched behind Weiser’s ears.
‘Let her buck,’ Dan whispered and the horse let out a loud snort and took off across the field.
‘I’m sure you love that horse more than me,’ a voice from behind him said and Dan turned back to the house and smiled at his wife Chloe.
Dan started back across the clearing, his bare feet kicking up dust particles, he stepped up on to the porch and Chloe stepped in to his open arms. He kissed the top of her head and he ran his hands down her spine and slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her bikini briefs, he gripped her buttocks and Chloe laughed and tilted her face up to his.
Chloe raised herself up on to the tips of her toes and Dan lowered his face and kissed her, Chloe’s mouth opened and she welcomed his tongue and kissed him hard, pressing her mouth hard to his, mashing her lips against his.
Chloe stroked his chest through the thin cotton shirt that he was wearing and she pressed her body tight against him mashing her large breasts against him and she could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her flat belly.
Dan broke the kiss and looked straight in to Chloe’s crystal blue eyes and not for the first time he was staggered by her beauty. Chloe licked her bottom lip and asked if he wanted a fresh mug of coffee.
‘Please,’ Dan replied and he watched as she sashayed back in to the ranch house, she swung her hips provocatively and he smiled. Chloe was wearing a neon pink string bikini and as always when she wore this particular bikini he was reminded of an old Jessica Simpson music video and he was still humming the tune when Chloe returned with two fresh mugs of coffee.
‘But I’m not wearing any boots,’ Chloe joked in reference to the tune he was humming. She took a seat next to him and turned the wicker chair to face Dan and lifted her feet in to his lap and he massaged her still wet toes with one hand as he held the mug in his other.
‘Good swim?’ Dan enquired.
Chloe smiled and nodded her head.
Dan had surprised Chloe only the month before (and again Dan was struck by just how far they had come since that first encounter on the motorway back in England), when the extension on the side of the ranch-house had been completed and an indoor swimming pool had been revealed to an incredulous Chloe. Dan looked along the porch at the two-storey structure, the sun reflecting back off the glass windows of what they now called the “Lighthouse”.
Chloe shifted her bare feet in his lap and she could feel his hardness pressing through his jeans. Chloe smiled at him and wiggled her toes against his groin and she used her toes to begin to undo the buttons of his jeans.
‘And what do you think you’re up to?’
Chloe laughed. ‘I think that’s more than obvious,’ she swept a hand back through her still damp hair and grinned at Dan as her toes managed to get the first button popped loose and it was easy after that and she quickly unbuttoned the next four.
‘I never knew you had such talents,’ Dan joked and Chloe offered up a shit-eating grin as she worked her small feet against his widening flies, she could now see his hardness pressing against his dark boxer shorts and Chloe rubbed her right foot along the length of his shaft and Dan moaned.
‘Lose the bikini top.’
Chloe grinned at Dan and did as he’d instructed and quickly removed the top and her large, firm rounded breasts spilled free, her nipples were already hard and the puckered flesh of her areolas stood out darker against the honey coloured flesh of her breasts. Chloe raised her eyebrows theatrically, as if to say ‘now what’ and Dan just shrugged, playing the game with her and as her toes curled over the waistband of his boxers she slipped her left hand beneath her left breast and raised the mound of flesh towards her face, she stretched forwards and keeping her eyes firmly on Dan’s she licked the end of her engorged nipple as her toes pulled the boxers down and his hard cock sprang free, Chloe continued to use her toes to pull the boxers completely down and then she held his cock between her feet and slowly started to caress the length of his cock with her feet, it was the first time she had ever given him, what her college friends called a “foot fuck” and she could feel her own arousal seeping through her bikini briefs.
Chloe kept her eyes on Dan’s as her feet held his hardened cock and she slowly worked his cock between her feet and she slipped her right big toe over his swollen glans and she could feel how wet he was already.
Chloe opened her mouth and took her swollen nipple between her lips and began to suck on the engorged bud.
Dan was on his feet in seconds and Chloe laughed as he lifted her out of her seat, she laughed harder as he managed to untie the string of her briefs, the pink garment floated to the floor and Chloe wrapped her hands behind his head and groaned as she felt his large cock slide inside her wetness. Dan pressed her up against one of the porch’s columns and she was able to unbutton his shirt, her hands caressed his chest and as she swept the shirt wide she saw the scars that criss-crossed his body, the older ones were pale but the gunshot scar high on the right of his chest was a pale pink, a reminder of how close she had come to losing him at the hands of his brother.
Chloe chased that dark thought away and looked down at his toned and tight stomach and then she was unable to think of anything as his thrusts grew more intense and she kissed him hard, soon they were both panting in to the other’s mouth and she laughed as she told him she wanted him to come inside her and when Dan finally came she felt her own orgasm hit and she rode it as he continued to spurt deep inside her.
*****
Dan watched as the pick-up neared the ranch, he could see a trail of dust billowing outwards from the vehicle’s passage and as the truck got closer he waved at Rosie, the young stable-hand returned the greeting as she finally pulled in along the stables. Rosie cut the engine and climbed down from the battered old Ford, she slammed the door in a screech of rusting hinges.
‘Morning Rosie.’
‘Good morning mister Constantine,’ Rosie replied.
Dan chuckled, ‘I keep telling you to call me Dan and my wife is Chloe not Mrs. Constantine,’ Dan smiled at the shy young stable-hand and winked conspiratorially, ‘it makes her feel old.’
Rosie laughed and relaxed a little as they discussed what needed doing that day. Dan and Chloe had employed her a couple of weeks ago to help out with the horses and although she was hard working and obviously cared greatly for the equines under her care Dan found himself helping out most days as he really enjoyed the physical labour, it was almost therapeutic.
Dan looked at the young woman and not for the first time was struck by how pretty she was: long blonde hair and green eyes with a button nose and a light splattering of freckles across her cheeks, and she had an athletic frame with skin tanned like caramel from the days spent under the Montanan sun and Dan smiled to himself as he thought
of all the young men that were probably constantly chasing after her.
‘There’s a delivery due early this afternoon,’ Dan said as he walked with Rosie towards the stable, ‘I figured it best to stock up on winter feed.’
Rosie nodded her head.
‘That’s a good idea mister...I mean Dan, the winters can be harsh out here.’
‘This’ll be our first winter and between you and me I’m looking forward to it, it’s why we chose this area, miles from civilisation.’
Dan helped Rosie fill several buckets with water and then he heard Chloe calling for him.
‘We’re off in to town,’ Dan informed Rosie. ‘You’ll be alright out here on your own?’
Rosie heard the genuine concern in her employer’s voice and she liked him for that but she reassured him that she’d be fine. ‘And besides,’ she said as she picked up two of the buckets ready to start washing down the stalls, ‘I have a rifle in the truck.’
Dan laughed and Rosie laughed with him.
‘I’m doing a barbeque this evening, you’ll stay for dinner?’ Dan asked.
He could see Rosie pondering the invite and he told her that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
‘And there’ll be beer,’ Dan added.
Rosie laughed. ‘I’m not twenty one yet,’ she smiled.
‘I won’t say anything if you don’t.’ Dan walked back out in to the sun and saw Chloe locking up the main house, if Rosie needed the toilet or wanted to get a drink there was a small office at the far end of the stables.
Chloe waved at Rosie and Rosie put down one of the buckets and raised a hand in return.
‘Did Dan invite you to stay for dinner?’ Chloe asked as she walked towards them.
‘Yes, thank you.’
‘Great, I could do with some female company, too many cowboys around here for my liking,’ Chloe joked as she stopped next to Dan. Chloe looked up at Dan, ‘Ready?’
‘Uh-huh, catch you later Rosie.’
‘Bye Dan, bye Chloe.’
*****
Dan was driving and Chloe was stretched out next to him with her left foot poking out of the passenger window which was fully down to let in as much air as possible, her right foot was propped up on the dash-board and she wiggled her feet and said, ‘I’m slowly getting used to these cowboy boots.’ Dan took his eye off the highway and cast a quick glance over at his wife and smiled at what he saw.
The wind blew her long black hair around her face and Chloe pushed her hands back through her hair and secured it in a band; she was fully aware of Dan’s prying eyes. Chloe adjusted her t-shirt so that more cleavage was on show and Dan laughed as he realised that he had been made.
‘I love you baby,’ he told her.
‘Right back at ya.’
Chloe ran her hands down her tanned thighs and she knew that Dan would be watching from the corner of his eye and she pushed her chest out and they both laughed. Chloe was wearing what she called her “cowgirl-chic” outfit, all Dan knew was that she looked fucking hot and sexy as all hell: tan coloured cowboy boots, pale blue denim shorts (shorts that were so short they should have been illegal in the state of Montana), hell, they barely covered her ass and the frayed ends and pocket linings hung down below the shorts, the t-shirt was his favourite (something at the forefront of Chloe’s mind when she had dressed after her shower), khaki in colour with a neon orange college name splattered across the front; the deep “v” was also frayed and the t-shirt left her navel exposed and as a special treat for her husband (truth be told Chloe was still excited every time that she thought of him as her husband, she’d never been happier) she wasn’t wearing any underwear and with the wind streaming in through the cab’s open windows her nipples were large and rock hard and pressed out against the thin cotton top.
Chloe knew that Dan was a “visual” type of guy, it was the main reason why she always dressed so provocatively and she’d made a promise to herself once Dan had recovered from that terrible day back in Norfolk, she’d promised herself that she would always look hot and sexy for her husband even if at times it wasn’t appropriate or got her in to trouble.
Chloe recalled an article that she had read in a magazine once, the article’s main argument was that men were visually turned on and women were turned on by words and mood, which even at the time of reading it Chloe had thought was a total crock of feminist bullshit and to prove her point once again she looked across the cab to Dan and she felt herself instantly getting wet, he looked so hot, so handsome, so fuckable with his thin cotton shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his forearms, arms that were strong and protective, she could see the tightness of his tendons and his big powerful hands gripped on the steering wheel and Chloe bit her bottom lip as she remembered those hands holding her against the porch post earlier that very morning as Dan slammed his thick hardness inside her. Damn, but she loved his cock, eight inches long and thick; every thrust always filled her and let her know that she was getting fucked.
Chloe sighed and turned her face to her open window, she took a couple of calming breaths (she’d come very close to climbing in to Dan’s lap and no doubt causing an accident, Chloe knew on a deep subconscious level that she might well be a nymphomaniac), finally calmed she turned back to Dan and saw that he had unbuttoned his shirt whilst she had been looking out the window at the majestic Montana landscape, the shirt was open exposing his hard chest and flat stomach, she could see the ridges of what some assholes called a six-pack but which Chloe called a “fucking toned stomach, a six-pack is for beer” and she saw Dan smiling, his dark eyes (eyes that she knew only too well were full of equal measures love and pain) twinkled.
‘Bastard,’ she laughed and then she was scrambling across the red leather seats and Dan laughed as he fought to bring the truck safely to the side of the highway, and in a spray of dry dust he managed to steer on to the wide lay-by.
Chloe was scrabbling at the buttons of his jeans as he put the truck in to ‘park’ and she moaned as Dan lifted the front of her t-shirt and started to caress her full breasts.
*****
Chloe sipped from her can of coke as she looked through the windscreen at the nondescript redbrick house in front of the truck. She rested the cold can against her throat, it was so hot that she felt clammy all over and her discomfort wasn’t helped by the fact that the truck’s air-con had decided to pack in immediately after Dan had pulled back on to the deserted highway shortly after coming deep inside her, and she was further discomforted by that “after-sex and a great orgasm” feeling where the body’s internal temperature rockets, so all in all she was feeling hot and bothered and wished like hell that Dan would return shortly.
Dan had explained what they were doing on the drive down to the nearest city, a drive that had taken two and a half hours, a hundred and fifty minutes of torture.
‘We need some heavy fire power,’ Dan had explained and Chloe had asked whether he feared that there were still some members of “The Brotherhood” looking for them.
Dan had shaken his head in the negative, ‘I don’t, I think that beast has taken its final breath, however I’d rather be prepared than get caught with our proverbial pants down.’
‘Why don’t we just visit a sporting goods store, we’re legally entitled by law to own guns.’
‘I know, but if trouble does come knocking I’d rather have guns that can’t be traced and easily discarded without having to worry.’
Chloe had to admit that that had made sense, after all the shit they had been through both here in the States and overseas she had no qualms about purchasing illegal arms. Dan had been making enquiries on the sly for months and had finally tracked down an arms dealer in the city and now here they were, before leaving the truck he had told Chloe to get behind the wheel.
‘In case we need to make a quick getaway,’ Dan had said before exiting the cab, he’d leant in through her open window and they had kissed hard before he broke the wet kiss and walked up the sm
all driveway to the redbrick house.
Chloe pushed the cold can between her breasts letting the condensation roll down her cleavage and she breathed a sigh of relief when the front door of the house opened and Dan came out carrying two large hold-alls, one in each hand, she tried to see in to the house through the open door but it was in shadows and she only caught a brief glimpse of the man that Dan had arranged to buy from.
Chloe scooted back on to the passenger seat and Dan opened the driver-side door and swung a canvas hold-all across the driver’s seat, Chloe took the bag and stowed it in to the immense foot-well and then took the second one as he hefted it across the seat. Dan climbed up in to the truck and started the engine, he reversed back down the small drive and they were soon heading through quaint residential streets heading for the highway.
‘Any problems?’
‘None,’ Dan reassured her, ‘I liked the guy, his prices were fair and he knows the meaning of the word discretion.’
Chloe leaned forward, her breasts almost spilling free as she unzipped the first hold-all and she pulled the bag open and whistled, ‘Dan baby, that’s a lot of fire power.’
Chloe sat back in her seat and swung her feet up on to the dash-board; she closed her eyes and relaxed.
‘I’m going to take a nap; it’s a long way home.’
‘Okay,’ Dan replied, ‘oh and baby?’
Chloe smiled and pulled her t-shirt down so that her breasts were more on show and she only stopped when both of her dark and already hardened nipples popped loose, and Chloe knew, even without opening her eyes, that Dan would be able to cast his eyes over at her whenever he liked and he’d get an eyeful and she thought, without any malice, that men were so easy to please, just flash them some tit and they were like puppies and would follow their “master” anywhere.
*****
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