by Ali Parker
“Older, but I’m better with the ladies.”
“I’m taking it slow with her. It’s just dinner,” I said, buttoning up my shirt. “I gotta go.”
“Slow is for old people,” he said, after I’d grabbed my wallet and hat on my way out the door.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t wait up,” I said, going down the stairs.
I was glad that Lydia had agreed to a proper date. Truth be told, I actually was a little nervous. I drove out of Safety toward the city to pick her up. This date was a good thing and I was glad that my sister had mentioned it. There was very little that I actually knew about Lydia and that was because most people got to know each other on a first date. We hadn’t gone through the traditional route of getting to know each other, so I was glad to have the chance to do that.
“Hey, you look good cowboy,” she said, answering her front door a few minutes later after I pulled into the driveway.
“You look stunning,” I said, looking at her red dress with the tiny straps on her shoulders.
“It’s a hot night, and very humid,” she said, as she walked out of her home. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her platinum blond hair was up in a messy bun with tendrils touching her face and neck, and there was a lot of skin showing. The way her hips swayed in that dress was making me aroused.
“I’m suddenly glad for the hot and humid night. Less clothes,” I said, looking at the small dress that she wore with red heels to match. She giggled a little. Opening the door to my truck for her, I got a glimpse of her thigh as she climbed in. Damn, how was I going to get through dinner when I was already so turned on?
“I just have to tell you again how beautiful you look,” I turned on the engine and backed out of the driveway looking at her as I lay my arm on the seat to look over my shoulder.
“Thank you. So where are we going?”
“I did my research and found a restaurant called The Tree Garden,” I said, as I turned to her for her approval.
“Oh, I’ve heard good things about that place. It’s supposed to have a lovely décor,” she smiled.
“Good, I was a little worried about finding a nice place.”
“It sounds good to me.”
I drove across the city to a prominent area. I only wanted the best for her and hoped she would approve.
“I am hungry,” she said, as we pulled up to the valet.
“Me too. Let’s hope they have more than trees,” I quipped. She laughed, and it was a beautiful sound to my ears.
A few minutes later we were walking into the restaurant. “Oh Connor, its lovely,” Lydia said. Looking around the restaurant I saw what she meant.
“Talk about bringing nature inside,” I said.
“It’s a good thing for a humid night like tonight,” she said. “Look at all the beautiful plants and trees. It’s basically a restaurant inside a greenhouse.”
“Yeah, that’s a good way to describe it,” I said, as I looked at all the plants. There were trees all along the outer walls, hanging plants from the ceiling, and small plants throughout the space.
“Isn’t ‘Mother Nature’ is a beautiful interior decorator,” Lydia asked, with a big smile on her face. It made me smile to see her that happy and I felt good about picking the restaurant.
“Yes sir?” the host said.
“Reservations for Dawson,” I said.
“Dawson, yes right this way. Our best table,” he said. Lydia raised her eyebrows at me. I smiled, really glad the host had said that out loud. We were led to a corner booth, private and lush with greenery.
“Your waiter will be over shortly,” he said, as he gave us menus and walked away.
“Oh Connor, I love it here. Thank you,” she said.
“Thank you for coming,” I said.
“Hello, can I get you started on drinks?” The waiter appeared placing water in front of us in a large decanter.
“Champagne for two,” I ordered.
“Yes sir,” he nodded and left our table.
“Champagne?”
“Yes. I can only have two glasses since I’m driving, and will have to follow it up with coffee, but I wanted you to enjoy it.”
“Thank you. I love champagne.”
“Good,” I cleared my throat and realized just how nervous I was. It had been a long time since I took a woman out on a classy date. I was used to the dance hall followed by the diner as a date, but I was trying really hard to impress Lydia.
“So, what do you think is good here?” she asked, as she opened her menu.
“That’s a good question. What are you in the mood for?”
“If I told you what I was in the mood for, we would have to leave the restaurant,” she said quietly.
My eyes darted up from the menu at her. She was being flirty and sexy and I liked it. She kept her eyes on the menu, looking innocent, as though she had not said something so naughty.
I cleared my throat, realizing that her words were making me hard. “That’s one hell of a statement ma’am.”
“Here you are, champagne,” the waiter interrupted our tense moment. Lydia restrained her laugh. The waiter poured the champagne in our glasses and set the bottle in a silver ice bucket. “Are you ready to order?”
“Yes. I will have the soup to start, and the filet mignon with baby potatoes and vegetables with butter sauce and saffron rice.”
“Very good ma’am,” he said, and then looked to me. I hadn’t even looked at the menu items, so I said, “I’ll have the same.”
“Very good sir,” the waiter took our menus and left us.
Lydia looked at me and smiled. If she kept up with the flirty chatter, I was going to have a hard cock the whole time and not be able to enjoy a real date with her. So I took matters into my own hands.
“Tell me Lydia, how do you know how to hunt like that? That’s not something a city girl knows. That was some fine shooting.”
“I’m not a city girl.”
“What? What do you mean?”
She laughed. “I never said I was a city girl. You just assumed.”
“Yeah, I guess I did. So does that mean you’re a country girl?”
“Yep. A country girl at heart. I grew up on a small farm—very small compared to Dawson Ranch, but a farm nonetheless.”
“So, you just let me go on like an idiot when I was showing you how to feed the chickens?”
“We actually do have chickens on our farm,” she said with a laugh.
I was shocked by her confession, though I should have known. This was Texas after all and she knew a lot of things most people did not.
“You think you’re so funny don’t ya? Making a fool of me.” I smiled at her.
“It was fun.”
“And you know how to milk cows?”
“Yes, I do. And well, the dove hunting,” she bit her lip.
“Dang—you had me good. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me all this.”
“You never asked. Besides I was having a little fun with it.”
“I bet. You like teasing me, which makes you practically a Dawson, since that’s all my brothers do—tease me.”
“I guess I fit in well at Dawson Ranch then.”
“Yes. Yes you do,” I said, as a flash of her fitting in at my family home made me think of her as my forever woman. It made my entire body go hot. The smile fell from her face as though she was thinking the same thing. We stared at each other as images of a future together flashed in our minds. She shifted in her seat so I broke the silence.
“So, you grew up on a farm and know how to work a farm, but it’s not for you? You chose to work in another field.”
“Yes. I went to school for interior design and got a good job at Patton right after I graduated. I haven’t looked for anything else.”
“And you’re happy there?”
“Yes, it’s a good place to work and I get to work with Whitney, but—”
“But what?”
“I think eventually I would like to open my
own place.”
“I can see that. You’re smart, talented—you can do anything.”
“Thank you, Connor.”
Her dark green eyes smoldered with heat as she looked at me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Lydia Myers was very unique and I didn’t know why she had this hold on me. It was the same feeling I had when I first saw her from across the dance hall. It hadn’t changed one bit.
“Here we are,” the waiter set the steaming hot food down in front of us, breaking the tense chemistry between us.
“Thank you, this smells incredible,” Lydia said.
“Yes, thank you,” I said, ready for him to leave us again.
“Anything else?”
“No, we are all set,” I said anxiously.
“Very good,” he nodded before walking away.
“And tell me about you,” she said, digging into her meal while I picked up my fork and knife. “Did you always know you were going to work the ranch?”
“Yes. My brothers and I were brought up that way. The Dawson Ranch is a family business. Though there was a time I thought I would play pro ball—until I hurt my shoulder.”
“Football? I can see that about you. You definitely have the body for it,” she said quietly. I took a deep breath. Her flirtations were driving me crazy. I smiled at her. She was definitely in the mood. I could hear her message loud and clear. An hour later, she would invite me to satisfy her itch.
“Thank you for dinner,” she said, as I walked her to her front door after driving us back to her place.
“You’re welcome. I’m glad you had a good time.”
“I did, except for all this humidity. You know, I think I’m going to have to take another shower.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Want to join me?” she asked, seductively.
“Well, I could never say no to that,” I leaned down and kissed her. The entire night had been nothing but foreplay, and now I couldn’t hold back any longer. She moaned as I kissed her and stepped inside. I followed, closing the door behind me.
Lydia pulled away from the kiss and turned her back to me. “Seems like you could use a cold shower already, cowboy.” As she walked away from me toward the bathroom, she pulled her red dress up and over her head, leaving her heels on.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I watched her seductively walk away in red panties, no bra, and red heels. I threw off my cowboy hat and followed her. Game on.
20
Lydia Myers
Having dinner with Connor Dawson was fun and exciting. This cowboy turned me on and I had no doubts about him being a real cowboy anymore. It felt like a lifetime since I had asked him that question at the dance hall. Now he was in my home and I had just invited him in for a shower. That was a far cry from slapping him for stealing a kiss. I was the one that was now being forward, and naughty.
He walked behind me as I walked in my red panties and red heels across my living room toward my bathroom. I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking it loose. He groaned as I looked over my shoulder at him.
“What are you doing to me Lydia?”
“You’re dirty. I’m just trying to clean you up a little.” I teased him as I walked into the bathroom and switched on the light. Connor pressed his chest against my back and put his rugged hands on my breasts. “Mmm.” I moaned, as he pinched my erect nipples.
“You’re so sexy, woman. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered in my ear as he placed light kisses on my shoulder. The warmth coming from his body felt so damn good.
“Let me turn on the shower, at least.” I pushed his hands off of me. He didn’t like that and let out a groan to let me know. I turned the shower on, kicked off my shoes, and turned to him. He bit his lip as he looked at me. “So cowboy, are you going to get in the shower with all those clothes?”
“No ma’am,” he quickly started to fumble with his clothing, eagerly taking it off. I stood there watching him as his strong six-pack abs were exposed as he pulled off his western shirt and threw it on the floor. He kicked off his boots and took off his jeans and socks. The toned muscular body that now stood naked before me could belong to a Greek God, so perfect and ripped. I pushed my fingers into the panty strings on my hips.
“No. Let me,” he said.
I smiled. Connor walked toward me and kneeled down. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down a little and stopped.
“Wait. What is this?” he said, shocked.
“Oh right. Did you not see that before?”
“No. I did not. I didn’t know you had a small butterfly tattoo on your thigh. It’s hot as hell.” He kissed the butterfly that was hidden underneath the straps of my panties. Then he slid them down letting them fall. I picked up my foot and then the other to kick them to the side. Connor grabbed my heel and pulled it off my foot. He kissed the top of it. Then he did the same with the other.
“The water is going to get cold if we don’t hurry up.” I turned away from him and stepped into the shower. He followed me in. The hot water beating on my naked body felt good and sexy. Connor was behind me in the shower and put his hands on my wet body. I lifted my hands and pushed them through my wet hair. Once again he put his hands on my breasts and I moaned at the delicious feeling. I grabbed the soap and turned around to face him. Watching the water drip off his gorgeous body had me completely turned on. I smiled and began to run the soap on his strong chest.
“You have a nice touch, girl.”
“I like touching you, Connor,” I said in return, just as I wrapped my soapy hand around his hard cock. He groaned. I washed his hard staff with the soapy hot water, rubbing him up and down.
“Damn that feels good,” he said. “I can’t take too much of that.” He pulled my hand off of him. “My turn,” he said, grabbing the soap.
“If you insist,” I said.
“Oh I do.”
He rubbed the soap on my chest, up over my shoulders and down over my breasts. This was the best foreplay I had ever experienced. Connor took his time washing every inch of my body. He got down on his knees in front of me. Before I knew it, he had pushed his face against my sweet center. My hand went against the shower wall, holding myself up.
“Oh yes. Yes Connor.” I moaned. His hand picked up my thigh and draped my knee on top of his shoulder. Like this, he had better access. His tongue moved up and down my folds. I moaned and held onto the wall and onto him, steadying myself as the hot water beat down on my exposed skin.
Connor moved his tongue skillfully. I was on the verge. This was incredibly sexy to have this cowboy between my thighs while hot water fell on both of us. I felt the pressure of his tongue as it landed on my clit. “Oh! Oh God!” I shouted as he flicked my clit back and forth with his tongue. The man knew exactly what to do.
“Oh Connor. I’m going to come. I’m going to come.” I moaned loudly. He worked faster and I could not hold out any longer. The pulsing feeling gathering between my thighs was building. I released. My body trembled. The orgasm radiated through me. I threw my head back and let the water fall on my face. Connor still licked me, slower and gently.
“Mmm, you taste so good.” He put my leg down and stood up. Strong arms wrapped around my body, rubbing me up and down. I faced him and smiled. He kissed me. This kiss was directly under the shower and the water bounced off our faces as we kissed. I had never had a sexier experience.
“That was incredible,” I whispered between kisses. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock again, wanting to feel him.
“I need to be inside of you, Lydia.” He moaned, sounding desperate. His hand reached behind me and he turned off the water. “Come on.” He took my hand from his cock and led me out of the shower. He picked up his jeans and pulled a condom out of his pocket and smiled at me. I bit my lip. He took my hand and led me out of the bathroom and to my bedroom.
We were both dripping wet. A puddle was gathering on the wood floors around us as we kissed. Our wet bodies pr
essed against each other, my breasts pressed against his strong wet chest. “I can’t stop saying it—you are so beautiful,” he said.
“I don’t think it’s something I’d ever get tired of hearing,” I said.
He grinned. That delicious boyish smirk made my knees weak. I turned my back to him and climbed on top of the bed. He let out a sigh as he watched me crawl like a wet animal on the sheets. I lay down on my back with my knees bent, waiting for him.
He tore open the condom with his teeth. I watched as he rolled it onto his hard manhood. Then he climbed on top of the bed, over me. His kiss was deep, exploring my mouth. Water droplets were falling from his wet body onto mine. I rubbed the sides of his body with my hands, feeling every muscle as he moved.
“I want to be inside of you. Are you ready for me?”
“God yes. I want you inside of me,” I whimpered.
The tip of his cock pressed against my opening. I spread my thighs wider, letting him in. He slipped inside of me. We both let out a series of moans and sighs as he entered. He felt so good inside of me. When he entered me I felt like I had been waiting so long to have this feeling again. I did not want it to go away.
“You feel too good, Lydia,” he whispered as he moved in and out of me. I was so wet. I loved feeling his strong body on top of mine. We were entangled in a mess of our wet bodies. Our skin slapped together.
We moved against each other for so long that I lost track of time, until my body convulsed with pleasure. “I’m going to come again. Oh Connor.” I released in pleasure, feeling more alive with him than I had any other time in my life.
“Lydia, fuck. Lydia.” He groaned and I could feel his body tense up on top of me. He moved his cock in and out, going faster and faster. Then he groaned louder. He relaxed, and his body pressed against mine. His head rested on my shoulder. A light kiss grazed my cheek. Together we laid there in ecstasy.
I wrapped my legs around his back, holding onto him.
“I should get going. I really do have to be up early,” he said.
“If you want to stay here, I’ll make sure you get up early enough to get back before you have to start your work day.”