Coming to town

Ringo

I probably shouldn't a' said that cause she gave me a look that would scare the devil out of a two bit whore. Figuring I better hang on tight so's she couldn't get a swing at me and feeling a pair of 45s pressing against my chest (not the shooting ones either they was safe off in the distance on the table.) I began to sort'a enjoy this wrestling they was doin'.

"Let me go you old polecat." She sputtered and stepping back pulled me with her , which wasn't hard to do on acount of I was front heavy already aroused by the delightful feeling of her naked body against mine. I managed to turn however as I was falling and stepping backwards caught my left size twelve foot on the edge of the tub and tumbled in pulling her on top of me. Once in the tub we scrambled each toward our own ends backing up and making more racket than two cats in heat.

"If you wanted a bath why didn't you just say so you varmit"

Her hands reached out towards me and grabbing handfulls of dark hair pushed me down betwen her legs.

she held me there for a half a minute and then let out a "whoop" followed by a "whooheee, oh my god mister" and pulled me back up.

" you crazy sob"! she said as she looked at me. I was grining like a cat who just ate the canary my mouth hanging open, but there wern't any yellow feathers in it( maybe if you looked close you might see a couple of curly hairs.)

Catching her while she had a sort'a faraway look in her eyes I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her down into my lap.

"Turn about is fair play I recon." I gloated as her head came down.
 
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Cheyenna

What do I looks like? Well gentlman takes a good look case you dont know. I gots long to the ass strawberry blonde hair an soft light brown eyes wif bronzed tanned skin. I stans about 5 feet and a half er so wif long skinne legs. I cans sing a good spell too makes the paster's woman jelous cauz I cans hits them high notes better then she cans. I gots big ole jugs(40DD) an a wee waist (35) wif a wifes backside (38 hips and really round ass). Yep thats me... a piss ant from Cheyenne .

I was singin a good piece an the pokes starts ta spend their money. I was ahavin fun when I hads ta git back ta work. Has ta makes me Silver Dollers.
 
Dan Cooper - the Smith

This WAS a frontiers town, one like the one where he grew up, so Dan was quite comfortable putting a towel over his large shoulders and wandering down to the bathroom in just his shirt.

Wandering past the door to the saloon bar he heard the singer, belting out a song that he was familiar with, but hadn't heard done that well before. He popped his head around the saloon door to watch her, then the rest of his body, until finally he was stood there in just his shirt at the back of the room, watching the impressively proportioned woman singing passionately.

Finally she finished her song and Dan slipped back out of the saloon, not wanting to look TOO strange...

Turning to the left he heard bare feet ahead of him, and followed them towards the bathroom.
 
Lou

Well, he damn near had me gaggin' on that ole meat of his. Right tastely though. I keep doing my best to take a breath of air when I come up and danged if he isn't pushing my head right back down on him.

Well, the sooner he looses the cannon ball, the sooner I can breathe so's I give him my all. The Mister always said I was a gifted gal in that respect.

Sucking down his white gold, I sit back n smiles.

"Now, don't you think that deserves a back scrubbing?"

"Yes Ma'am. Kind of you to offer me one Miss Lou."

I roll my eyes at this bumbling dude and sighs.

"My back." What more does a body have to do?
 
Ringo

'Hot damn! This Miss Lou has a talented mouth." I think as my balls start to tighten an' I feel my load start to rise. One more dip an' I think that should about do it. Sure enough does and I smile misty eyed as on top of that she offers to wash my back...ooops got that message mixed up a bit as my mind is like corn meal mush from that hot action.

I catch my breath and watch my spent rod start to shrink. I see her disappointment too but tell her with a sly grin

"Thats my six shooter you jest handled so nicely. That first shot was right on target I recon, but there's five more shots were that one came from."
She grins and I'm wondering where the next target is going to be. I must admit I owe her one as I help her turn her around and grabbing a cloth begin to soap up her back, feeling her rump rub seductively against my soft but eager rod.
 
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Max

Max padded to find the bathroom.

OOC: OK. I've edited this now having had some confusion about where the bathrooms are! The public ones are behind the kitchen. Lou has her own private one upstairs behind the management door, where she is now, (not alone!!!)

IC: Down the stairs, through the bar, ignoring the looks from other customers, Max walked purposely. She was right. There was a girl singing in the saloon, tanned with long blond hair. She was certainly getting the attention of the menfolk and Max could see why.
Max pushed through the swing doors into the kitchen which was surprisingly clean. A large wooden table and a big stove filled most of the room. A jungl of kitchen utensils, pans, and herbs hung from the ceiling. A small chinese man sat on a stool behind the table, deftly cutting up chickens. His hands worked fast with a long, obviously sharp, knife. He appeared not to notice Max and there was an awkward silence while she waited there. She cleared her throat, and he looked up.

"Hi, I'm err staying here" she said.

The chinese man just nodded, then went back to his chickens.

Max tried again. "I'm looking for the bathroom".

He looked up, nodded again and gestured towards another door.

"Talkative fellow," thought Max. "I hope his cooking is better than his conversation".

"Thanks" she said as she walked towards the door. She reached for the handle. She opened the door and went in.
 
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Cheyenna

Makin rounds ta serve drinks ta the men folk and passin time with the cowpokes can keep a gal bussy.

I gets a goin pretty well an a few keep askin fer a certain song.
So I gets up an starts ta sing.
"Miss Mollie is a lusty wench... I see her every day.... I like the way she kisses me.... and loves me every day.... hoooo boys just gather round ... and listen of my tale... Miss Mollie is a lusty wench... an every sailor's tale. I pour the brandy in her glass... and pinch her close to mine... I think I may just marree her ... and make Miss Mollie mine. I find the way to Mollie's house... as few a light to see.... Miss Mollie, that lusty wench.. .. has made a fool of me. She kisses many other lads.... and takes them to her bed... and so because she fooled me so.... the wench now lies dead... never love a lusty wench... a woman can't be true.... Miss Mollie was a lusty wench and now her tale is through"

Them cowpokes eats up that song an sure fir enough I gets a few silver dollers an I is a happee gal.
 
Max

The bathroom was steamy. With all three baths full of hot water, the room was fully of hot misty clouds. Max peered through the steam and could just about make out the three baths, separated by screens. She made her way to the one farthest from the door. She put down her saddle bags and towels, then opening one of the bags, pulled out a small washbag with soap inside. The she pulled out a clean, if slightly crumpled shirt, and a pretty lacey cotton camisole, and shook them out. She hung them on the line next to the tub, knowing they'd lose their creases in the steam, and started to undress.
 
Dan Cooper - the Smith

Padding barefoot down the corridor, Dan turned at the kitchen and nodded to the Chinese cook as he passed through the room.

There were numerous doors and, after getting ushered firmly from a supply room by the unsmiling cook, Dan found himself pointed firmly at another wooden portal and shoved.

Grabbing the towel, and trying to ensure he didn't actually trip and fall, Dan came through the door kinda heavily, stumbling and fighting to keep his balance. As the wooden door clunked shut behind him, he turned to find that he wasn't alone...
 
Max

Max kicked off her boots, then unbuttoned her denim jeans. She let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Her lower half was now naked. When she was being lady-like and wearing a skirt, she wore petticoats and bloomers, but knickerbockers seemed such a waste of time when she was wearing trousers. She wouldn't have admitted that the feel of her puss rubbing against the denim when she was riding was sometimes another contibuting reason!
She could feel the warm steam on her soft skin as she pulled her cotton shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.She unlaced her bodice and pulled it off too. As she pulled it over her head her firm breasts rose then bounced a little. Her pink nipples stiffened slightly in the air as she stood naked in the steam, enjoying the warmth. It felt good to be naked, and she was looking forward to getting really clean. As she dipped her foot into the tub she heard a noise. Like a cat, she leapt towards her towels.

Dan came through the door kinda heavily, stumbling and fighting to keep his balance. As the wooden door clunked shut behind him, he turned to find that he wasn't alone...

As he peered into the steam, he became aware that something was wrong. The main problem seemed to be that he was looking down the barrel of a large black pistol. The gun trembled. Dan the smith noticed that it was a fine weapon. Dan the man noticed it was clearly practical not decorative. He slowly raised his arms.

"Ok," he said slowly, in as calm a voice as he could manage,
"Easy! No one wants any trouble here."

As he became accustomed to the steam he realised who was holding the gun. He knew he'd seen it before. He also realised, at about the same time that she did, that she was still naked. Max had leapt for the towels with just one thought in mind, to defend herself. She hadn't thought to cover herself too.

Max flushed red over her face and chest too, embarassed and unsure of what to do. She couldn't help feeling that despite the fact that she had the gun, she had somehow lost the initiative!

She knew Dan was looking at her and she was unsure of what to do about it. He was taking in her soft tanned skin, her round breasts, her taut belly. She saw him glance at the soft downy hair between her legs before their eyes met. He started to lower his hands.

Max stiffened, and her pistol pointed more clearly at him.

"Easy sister" said the warm soft voice, and he pulled his towel off his shoulder and held it out for Max.

Max took it from him and held it against herself.

"Thanks" she said through tight lips.
 
Dan Cooper - the Smith

Two halves of his brain were fighting for dominance right now... On the one hand there was a beautiful woman, naked, before him. On the other hand, specifically the right hand in this case, was a large .44 pistol. Finely made, well used and professionally maintained.

She was nervous... She felt uneasy...

Uneasy = nervous = defensive = offensive = bang...

Not a good circumstance.


How about a joke?

Uneasy = nervous = misunderstand = defensive = offensive = bang...

Still no good.


Okay, let's attack the root of the problem here then...

Extending his towel out to her, he let it hang from a single corner, showing her there was nothing concealed in it, or in his hands. His shirt was too tight to allow much to be concealed beneath it. Slowly she took the towel, and he began saying almost random words in a soothing tone of voice, calming her, trying to convince her that she had all the time in the world to think this through...

"Easy sister... Just relax... Take it slowly..."

With the towel wrapped around her many assets, the woman looked less hair trigger, but just as pissed off...
 
Max

Max was embarassed. She already knew, or thought she did, that Dan the smith was harmless. She'd felt that in the bar and her instincts were not often wrong. But now, here she was, her .44 cocked and pointed at him, standing completely naked apart from his towel which she clasped tight against her. How did she get into this mess!
As he raised his arms, she looked him over. She could see he was only in his shirt and from the front she could see he was unarmed.

"Turn around" she ordered, breathlessly.

Dan slowly turned. Max could see that there was no weapon hidden at his back either. His shirt only covered his strong muscular back, and rear. Max's eyes lingered for a moment.

"Ok" she said, and Dan turned again to face her.

"Easy sister... Just relax... Take it slowly..."

His soothing words calmed her more, and she felt her pulse and breathing slowing. She could think more clearly now. She lowered her pistol, keeping it cocked.

"Err sorry, I thought you may have been someone else" she mumbled.
 
Dan Cooper - the Smith

"Err sorry, I thought you may have been someone else" the woman said, lowering the pistol, but not safeing it.

"Well, I sure hope I'm NOT him, because from the look of things he really pissed you off, and I'm kinda an easy going sort mostly..."

He let his hands slowly ease down from the surrender posture, glad that she seemed a little more relaxed now.

"Listen, I'm sorry if my wandering eyes got your goat, but I'm only human, you know? I meant no offence, in fact quite the opposite."

He tried some of this trademark charm, a slow and easy smile spreading over his face as he quirked a single eyebrow at her. He looked over at the second of the filled tubs.

"Looks like we got off on the wrong foot, ma'am. I'm Dan Cooper, the new smith in this burg. I just arrived today and don't have a place of my own yet, so I'm rooming here in the short term. Are you a local yourself, or passing through?"
 
Cheyenna

I was makin my rounds to servin the cowpokes. Afor long it's time to sing again. I stands on the stage and sing anoth'r song.
Clemintine....

When I was don a few starts to beg fer the lucky song ans I sigh buts I sing it anyways

" Honey, you're a sweet thing... and you look so fine... All I ever
wanted ..was to make you mine..... Give me a clue..tells me what I needs to do... to get lucky wif you. Boy I really loves ya ..wif my
heart an soul... honey won't ya takes me ..where I wants to go ...
gives me a hint ...an tells me whats I needs to do... to gets lucky
wif you.... Gettin lucky..gettin lucky... is really whats it's all
about.... gettin lucky ..mmm gettin lucky ..is somethin I cants do
wif out.... Honey, I be waitin... waitin patientlee... lets me unlock
yer heart boy.... I thinks I have the keys....... Gives me a clue..an
tells me whats I need to do.... to gets lucky wif you...ooo tells me
a clue..tells me whats I need to do... to gets lucky wif you... hon
honey..tells me whats I need to do.. to gets lucky wif..you...
getting lucky wif you..."

Them cow pokes loves that song... an they all tries to be the luckie one too.
 
Max

Max answered quickly.

"Just passing through."

She spoke more calmly, "Look, I'm sorry. I was just, erm, shocked when you burst in."

There was something about Dan that made her relax a little. His smile was cute. And that wasn't the only cute thing about him!Max uncocked her pistol and smiled back.

"I, erm, better get on with my bath," she said gesturing back towards the end tub. "Don't want it to get cold. See you in the bar later?"

She turned and skipped back behind the screen, giving Dan a short glimpse of her perfect cute little ass.
 
Dan Cooper - the Smith

Dan watched the round globes of the strange woman as they passed out of sight around the screen. He shook his head, wondering where he'd seen a body like that before - there weren't many, that's for sure. She had the curves of a saloon girl, but the slim lines of a girl who worked for a living and only needed to watch what she ate in the sense that she needed to be able to bring it down before she could skin and gut it.

And a stranger too - passing through. No strings, no embarassment... probably no chance either, Dan mused as he climbed into the middle tub of the three, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles and wash the last of the dirt from his body.

Finding the soap he lathered himself up and washed the suds off again, the water making his skin gleam as he moved, he was about to laze back and soak for awhile when he realised he was missing an important piece of equipment - no towel!

He hopped out of the tub and approached the screen, figuring he'd better ask the woman for it back, before she skipped with it, stranding him there.
 
Max

Max tossed Dan's towel down beside the tub, and then more carefully put her pistol down too. She stepped into the bath then sunk down into the warm water. Oh god it felt good. For a second she dunked her head under the water, wetting her long dark hair. Then she pulled her hair back off her face and lay back resting in the relaxing warmth. She could hear Dan splashing around and she giggled to herself, wondering how long it would be before he realised that she had his towel.
The thought of him made her tingle a little. She couldn't forget his friendly smile, and how he looked in his shirt, all strong and muscular. And she couldn't forget that bulge under his shirt when he saw her naked body. Her nipples stiffened at the thought and she lazily ran her fingers across them, sending shivers through her body.
 
Dan Cooper - the Smith

Dan ducked around the screen, he was expecting a chance at seeing the woman virtually naked, but even so he was stopped dead in his tracks by the scene in front of him.

Her head was slightly canted, the eyes closed, and her fingers were trailing over her breasts, brushing at her nipples. From where he was stood Dan could see that they were already hardened, standing proudly from her breasts. A sudden flash of hot saliva hit his mouth as he imagined rolling one of them with his tongue, sucking on it, and his body responded. Already half erect from the warm water and the earlier encounter, he could feel himself harden and grow in response to the sight of her.

As he stood there - unsure of what to do - her eyes flickered lazily open, she was looking right at him and, he realised, as soon as her eyes focused she would see him.
 
Max

Eyes shut, Max gently stroked her nipples. Her mouth opened a little as she pleasured herself. She took a long deep breath and sighed. Her eyes flicked open. She froze.

Dan stood there, naked, watching her, his hard cock standing out from his tanned muscular body.
Max lay there motionless, her fingers still resting on her breasts. Christ it had been a long time. She made a decision.

"Do you want your towel back?" she whispered.

Dan nodded.

"Come and earn it" she said.
 
Dan Cooper - the Smith

There really was nothing to think about - from intruige to attraction was such a small step, and since he'd first caught sight of her body he realised he'd been burning with lust for her.

Stepping round the screen properly he approached her, his eyes flicking over her body again, noting the the languid way she watched him under half-lidded eyes, still gently stroking her nipples.

Kneeling beside the tub, next to her head, he bent to kiss her. Gently at first his lips pressed hers, then he felt her respond to his kiss, her mouth opening beneath his as she kissed him back. Dan traced her lower lip with his tongue, then her upper, savouring the sweet taste of her mouth, one hand moved up to cup her jaw, rough fingers tracing the soft, delicate skin.
 
Robert "Rifleman" McCoy

OCC: I have been really busy lately, havent been really checking up on this, didnt really think it was going to take off like it did. Thanks for the email annebell sorry if i got the name wrong.

IC: I was just getting accustomed to my new surroundings, along with all the new people here in Ranch Vistica. This place is great, beautiful women, nice mayor, great beans, and also no criminals to worry about. But when they come, cause I reckon they will, I will be waiting with an iron fist to take them down. I still need a room, but I guess this old cot in the jailhouse will do.

I mosy on down to the Pikes and get me some grub, and some whiskey. I see Lou, God I wish i could have her I tell myself. I only wish I hadnt missed my chance of that room awhile ago. "Howdy Maam" I say to the beautiful bartender. The sun is shining in on her like she is the angel that she really is. "I really appreciate your hospitality towards me as me being your new sheriff and all" I finish eating, and leave, I have to go talk with the mayor. " Is he in his office??" Goodbye Lou I hope to see you soon.

I go to the mayors office to have a talk about my pay, and to see if he knows if Lou is single?? The mayor then explains these things to me..... And then I head for home.

I run into this creature who is myteriously beautiful. I approach her and say"Howdy Maam, How Is your day going?" I then say "My name is Robert McCoy the towns new sheriif, and who might you be?" She tells me her name is Sam. I tell her " that it was nice to meet her and hoped that I would see her in good enough time." She obliges and we both go on our separate ways. I now have a choice between these two women, Lou or Sam. They both are beautiful and attractive, and downright nice gals. Whatever should I do?? But then I get a great idea, I can have both women!!!!. Or maybe not I guess i will just have to wait and see? So, I head off to my cot where I find Louy waiting on me....

Go for it Lou!!!
 
Max

Max kissed Dan back, feeling the touch of his rouch hands on her skin. Her neck stretched pale and long as she reached to press her lips against his, tasting him. Her breathing came faster and she moaned against his mouth.
Her tongue pressed against his, as she pulled at her nipples.
She arched her back, lifting much of her body out of the water.
"Touch me" she said, half pleading.
 
Cheyenna

I was makin rounds an servin drinks. I keept ta myself. Yet I knows somthin is agoin on somewhar. I cans feel it.

As the night grows late an the bar shuts down. I looks at me han. I don perrty good. I made two dollers.
 
Dan Cooper - the Smith

With a groan Dan placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling her flesh give slightly beneath his touch - wet, soft but firm to touch.

He dragged his hands down to her breasts, cupping them and then kneading them gently. He traced the sides of her breasts with his fingers, his palm pressed down against her nipple, feeling the resistance as her firm breasts moulded to the shape of his hands.

At the same time as his hands were busy his tongue was darting into her mouth, tasting her as it probed, finding and duelling her own.

Without breaking contact with her, he climbed over the rim of the wooden tub and was soon kneeling before her, the warm water coming up to his thighs, failing to hide the fact that his cock had swelled to full erection.
 
Ringo

I wake up with a start musta' been a dream i had about all that fun i was havin' in the boss ladies private tub... but i looked down at my body and it's damn sure squeeky clean and my six shooer feels like its missing a good hard shot ]. danged if i can figure it out Maybe what i need right now is a shot of rye the stuff off the top shelf. I find some clean clothes and slip down to the bar Lou seems to be gone and the bar looks awfull deserted so i figure i can help myself I grab a bottle of the good stuff and start to take a good swallow when i hears the sweetest voice north of the rio Grande west of the Mississippi and east of ....hell east of china by golly Makes me almost cry its so beautifull. i peek into the dance hall and see the purtiest girl I ever seen in all my life singing her heart out her longhair reaches clear down to her waist and I think I just fell in love with her soft brown eyes.
 
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