Rating: Adult ONLY (pure sex romp no redeeming value .. lol)
Pairings: CC / M/L / /AU
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement intended.
Summary: A Max/Liz story from a series of stories about couples in exotic locations engaging in sexual pleasures. This is set in Jackson Hole, Wyoming with Max as a cowboy and Liz a girl from the east.
Please Note: The banner with hot cowboy Max was created by Dreaming in Purple. I want to also thanks to Dreaming in Purple for being my beta on this project ... you are great
<center> No falling over with heart attacks... yes this one is Max/ Liz ... and yes I wrote it....lol
Suicide_Eagle_Rath’s Oasis of Perpetual Pleasure
Story number 1
The Cowboy and his Filly
Max/Liz
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“Yeah, I’ll have a ditch.”
She turned her head toward the the voice with a slight drawl. She’d seen him before. He worked on the Sleepy Hollow ranch where she had stayed the week with friends last summer. It was a one of those vacations the girls from the office had found while scanning Internet, and had decided the cowboys looked good enough to eat. That was the purpose of this trip out here to Jackson Hole, Wyoming from New York, to find a delicious cowboy to ride. Unfortunately, once the girls had arrived, the majority of them found the quaint rustic town a bore. It was not New York and had none of the nightlife.
Sleepy Hollow ranch looked like a set designed for an old fashioned western. The main house had a huge wrap around porch, with a row of rocking chairs lined up across it. The other buildings around the ranch were neat and well kept. Miles of white fence posts surrounded the property. And within walking distance scores of those sensual, exotic Arabian horses roamed. As if that was not enough, Black Angus steak dinners could seen grazing in the pasture through the dinning room window, chewing their cud as they bellowed lowly.
For the girls this was not the paradise they had expected, the ranch life was not for them. They did not like having to rise in the early morning hours, which was made worse as their stomachs churned at the sight of the fat ladened breakfasts. Stacks of flapjacks, sausage, bacon, ham, eggs and strong coffee. Every morning they would curl up their noses at breakfast, and lunch and dinner were no better. The horses the girls thought would be so romantic were nothing but a pain in the rear. At night they would soak in one of the few luxuries the ranch had to offer, a hot tub, trying to soothe away their aching muscles.
The final dismal part of the trip were the cowboys. The girls were expecting some Hollywood style cowboys. Men stripped naked to the waist, with bodies of steel and finely sculpted muscles glistening the sunlight as they pampered and waited on the girls. But nope, instead they got real men. Not always as pretty as one might like, not always clean when coming back from herding all day, and not always gracious, as these men were here to work the ranch, not bed the women.
But not all the girls reacted that way. Liz was in the minority. She loved the quiet little ranch, even the smells that wafted through the air. What made the whole experience even more tolerable was him. She had noticed him from afar, but said nothing to her friends who found the ranch hands quite uncouth for their taste. But she saw something different in his eyes, and that remained with her through several sleepless nights.
To say Liz was having sweet dreams about this mysterious ranch hand would be an vast understatement. They weren’t just dreams, oh no these were hardcore sexual fantasies. Steaming up the windows, shaking the floor, coming hard and fast fantasies. Each day when Liz saw him, she felt hot an bothered just remembering what escapades had occurred during the night. Dreams that no one speaks allowed in the daylight hours, raw, carnal, lusty.
Now almost 9 months later here he was again, his eyes peering into her soul as he gazed from under the worn Stetson. He was a real cowboy, not one dressed up to play the part, but a real man’s man. Lean and built for the part and she defiantly wanted to play with him.
She watched him saunter over to a table, his jeans tight across his hips, hugging the bulge in his pants. She turned her head slightly to see his tight, firm ass as he passed her. She got lost in the smell of his cologne, smiling at the sensual pleasure only a woman can dream of in her head.
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He let his gaze wander over to her. He thought he’d seen her before, but with Jackson Hole had so many tourists paradin’ through now-a-days it was hard to know for sure. Taking his drink in his hand, he wandered over to a table where he could watch the stage and enjoy the music. He felt her eyes on him as he moved past her, examining his frame and staring at his ass. He smiled and shook his head. He enjoyed her looking at him, but being the country gentleman he was, he would bide his time. But one thing he did know for sure, he was bedding that filly before too long.
The music played on as he sat there watching the crowd. He snorted a laugh or two at the fancy western clothes men were wearing from the upscale tourist shops in town. He also watched her. Her long brown hair fell forward as she tried to conceal a smile. That intrigued him. Why the smile? What was she thinking?
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Liz was lost. Erotic fantasies had ensnared her thoughts, pulling her into a world full of sexual daydreams. An erotic vision of water cascading over his broad, muscular shoulders, flowing down the hard plains of his back, then spilling on downward to drain off his lean firm ass. Liz saw herself stepping into the water with him. Her insides were burning with desire for him. She needed to touch him, to feel him.
She silently came up behind him, her hands reaching out to touch all that golden skin, experience the tactile feel of the hard muscles just below the surface. She slid her hand around his waist as she melted against his back. The warm titillating water bathed their naked bodies as moans and caresses began in earnest.
He turned around to face her and reached out timidly to touch her. Steam rose in the air around them, adding to the heat of their pulsating bodies. His passion growing he drew her near and she heard a distant noise from outside their circle of water, from out in the blackness. She turned toward the sound.
“Would you like to dance ma'am?”
Liz was so enthralled in her fantasy that hadn’t heard him ask the fist time. Her cowboy moved in closer this time as he asked again. She felt her cheeks flush as she focused her eyes on him and her mind cleared from it’s sexual fog. There he was, standing right in front of her, that conspicuous bulge right at eye level.
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