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Alice stood nude, in front of the mirror in the small dingy hotel room mirror. She tousled her short red hair, and surveyed her body in the pale light of the bulb in the room. At thirty three, she saw that time and the hard work from the ranch had began to show. Though her breasts were still perky, she knew she saw a bit of sag in them and the time spent riding a horse had widened her stance from what was once a rodeo queen’s gait.

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At least the hard work had enabled her to maintain her body. She was lean and muscular; the many days helping her husband move hay, chop wood, and much stalls had kept her fit. She sighed though, looking at her face; which seemed to be aging far before her time; a casualty of the howling Colorado winds and the bright sun. She reached for her bra; binding her breasts with in the cups and then pulling on her blue denim work shirt.

As she finished dressing, she looked out the window towards the train station across the street. It had been costly driving the old ford truck the thirty miles into town; but it was better than getting up at three o’clock to make the trip; she had been able to fill the bed with the supplies she needed when she had arrived last night and hoped that she could be back on the road as soon as her last pick up was completed.

Donning a coat, she started down the stairs into the lobby of the hotel. Paul, the manager, still wasn’t awake, but she carefully counted out the lodging money and left it on the counter. Turning she lit a Lucky Strike with a wooden match and pulling her hat on her head stepped into the street and crossed to the train station.

Standing on the train station, Alice heard the shrill whistle of the approaching locomotive. The wind blew steadily form the north, bringing a chill into the dreary mid October morning. She was leeward of the wind, but still felt a small nip and tightened her coat closer to her lean body. Glancing up at the clock, she saw that it read 6:35; about 10 minutes late.

She had been trying to operate the ranch alone since her husband had rejoined his beloved Marine Corps almost a year before. She had last heard from him almost a month before; from a Pacific island called Guadalcanal. Everyday, she dreaded the sheriffs’ car coming along the long dusty road to their home; but fortunately it had not happened.

The past year had been hard. Far from destitute, the work that the two of them shared, had wholly become her responsibility. As a transplant, a Texas girl located now in Colorado, she had had a hard time fitting in with the crowd. Her requests for help had been largely ignored and she had finally found herself advertising for a hired hand.

Billy Martin had written her; a cowboy from West Texas. She had hired him on the spot; as it was accompanied by a letter of recommendation from her Uncle, who owned a larger spread near Fort Stockton. He had claimed to had been employed by her uncle for the last year; and had been recommended. She had wired him an advance for the train fare and now here she was on this cold October morning.

The train blew into the station; pushing cold air up and under her jacket. She momentarily wished that she had brought her long underwear; but knew that later in the day it would warm up enough that she wouldn’t need them. She stepped forward as the train came to a stop; the hiss of compressed air releasing amplified by the confined space.

The conductor jumped from the steps he was standing on and looked up expectantly to the passenger coach. Alice was surprised to see that there were several people debarking, and she stood against the wall of the station and watched. As she stood she realized her heart was pounding in her chest; a quick thought of a man around the ranch again. Two men in suits stepped past the conductor and without even glancing at her entered the small depot.

The conductor began to move back up the steps and she heard the train preparing to move on. Had her new hand missed the train? She felt her anger begin to rise; her having to have driven all this way for. The train had slowly began to move, when she heard a mans voice from above tell the conductor, “Excuse me, this is my stop.” She looked up at her new hired hand, squeezing past the conductor and jumping from the slowly moving train directly in front of her.

 

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Billy was a handsome young man in his early twenties; times were tough for him as was it for a lot of others who struggled to support their families and feed the hungry mouths. Luckily for him, he wasn’t married and he had no one to call his family, he was mostly alone in this world and he was a handy man. He was indeed handy as he was devoted, hard-working and willing to do any sort of work so he can feed himself and maybe afford some smokes or alcohol as a luxury.

A few days of searching for work and he was still out of luck, then he saw an advertisement of a woman asking for a hired help on her ranch, and he was incredibly happy at a chance to get some permanent work. He had the advantage of being experienced with ranches, and being an honest hard-worker. He immediately wrote her a letter and made sure to mention his one-year experience at a large ranch which he didn’t know belonged to her uncle at that time, her uncle told him that piece of information, and offered a letter of recommendation to help him get the job. Billy appreciated that a lot and sent her his information as soon as he could.

He was overjoyed when he got the job, and even more so when the train fare was sent to him. That was a clear early sign that she was a good employer and will not deny him his right. Over the next few hours, he got ready, packed a small bag of his belongings, those belongings were only some clothes, nothing fancy, just a few pairs of shirts and pants. His most valuable belonging was a wrist watch that has been passed along in his family for a couple generations and he was intending to keep the trend active. It was a good watch and would have saved him from sleeping without food on some occasions, but he had decided to hold on to it.

Getting on the train, he couldn’t help but being excited, a new job, a new ranch, and for the first time in his life, he will be the handyman of a lady. He was usually hired by men, so this felt rather awkward when he thought about it. He only wished she was nice, he only wanted food and shelter and some money so he can probably raise the quality of his live from way below dirt to just below dirt or a little higher.

As the train moved on, he dozed off, almost missing his stop, as he jumped awake at the noise of the train moving away, barely managing to get off before the train sped off to its next destination. He had absolutely no clue how that lady looks like, so he looked down at the lovely lady standing infront of him and thought "it can’t be her.........too pretty to be my new boss” He thought to himself as he moved his eyes from the small lady in front of him.

He was towering above her, his frame strong and muscular while she was a small girl who looked to be in her early thirties but was probably prettier than most of the girls he sees around and rarely has a chance to touch unless he had a lot of extra money to spend on a hooker here or there. That last adventure with the feminine sex being months away. He was definitely frustrated at the thought of not having felt a woman's warmth for months as he sighed and his eyes traced around the platform looking for his future employer.

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[hereiam_1971]

Alice watched as Billy slid easily passed the conductor and landed on the platform. A flash went through her as she saw his eyes looking her over, before meeting hers. She looked away momentarily; before gaining her composure and extending her hand.

“Alice Crawford,” she pronounced, “and you must be Billy?”

His hand engulfed hers as he acknowledged her question. Before he could say more she cut in. “Well, get your stuff then, we have a bit of a ride back to my ranch and I still have the morning chores to finish.” Withdrawing her hand, she turned away and headed to the side of the train station. At the corner, she turned and looked back; watching the man; no boy gather his few belongings.

She turned quickly and led him to an old ford truck. Its stake bed filled with supplies and she paused as Billy threw his duffle on top of the bags in the front of the bed. Glancing at the tires, she climbed into the drivers seat and started the Model BB’s engine, as Billy took his position in the passenger’s seat.

“We can stop by the café and fill that with coffee,” she said, indicating the thermos on the floorboard.

He smiled at her, and again she caught his eyes. “So blue,” Alice thought, a shiver going through her. Quickly, she turned to the road, and after forcing the truck into gear they started out.

After stopping for the coffee, she drove north. The first part of the journey was on black top and went smoothly for about forty five minutes. After they turned off on a rough trail, she slowed down; the truck bouncing through the ruts. Their conversation had been limited; relegated to short discussions about certain areas, and what she expected of him once they reached her ranch. He seemed ok with her expectations, and seemed eager to work for her.

As she drove, Alice was very aware of the man next to her. She had kept steeling glances at him out of the corner of her eye.. It had been month since her husband had packed his old duffle and she had taken him to the same train station she had just left. She missed having a man, even though her husband hadn’t been quite as adventurous in the bed room as she had wanted; she still missed the sex they did have. Now again there was a man; a man who was going to be sleeping in the same house, she tried to push he r thoughts away as they pulled over the cattle guard and came to a stop in front of the house.

The homestead wasn’t much to write home about, a small tenet house and several outbuildings made up one side of the ruddy trail. On the other side, stood a massive barn and corrals; stacks of hay bales stood on the south side of the barn, the fruit of her last three months of labor.

“I decided to let you sleep in the main house,” she told him, again not meeting his eyes, not wanting to get sucked into them. “Figured it made more sense than trying to heat the old bunk house.” She led him into the house, and through the kitchen and toward a small bedroom. “Here, this will be your room.”

She stood back out of the doorframe as he slid past her; again her eyes following this walk. He was definitely handsome, and appeared to be quick on his feet. She could almost imagine him on a horse; the epitome of a cowboy. Looking away she continued.

“We have electricity, and just before he left my husband got a well drilled and we have water inside the house. The bath room is across the way,” she indicated the room, a large claw foot tube encompassing most of the space. “Now get settled, I’m going to go and start the chores; I’ll show you around when you are finished.”

She turned and headed back through the kitchen and back out into the chilled morning air. As she left the house, she stopped and lit a cigarette, trying to get her emotions in check. The idea of a man in the house had made her feel … well feel horny. Tossing the match to the ground, she crossed the road and entered the barn.

 

[Se7en_]

Billy smiled wide at the lady; he didn’t know she was his new employer at first till she introduced herself; she was indeed pretty despite being in her mid thirties. At least that’s what she looked like, maybe life in the ranch took its toll on her body, still he found her to be attractive in a certain way, her fiery red hair, her small body, her stance made her look strong despite her eyes betraying her confidence as she couldn’t maintain eye contact for long.

He extended his hand to take her small delicate hand in his large rough hand and he maintained a warm smile as they shook hands nodding at her saying he is Billy. He got his stuff and followed her to the truck, it was an old Ford and he was surprised, he thought she was kind of rich. He brushed that thought away as her ride of choice was none of his business.

Looking at her as she walked ahead of him, he couldn’t help but feel attracted to her for some reason, but he had a clear goal, to work hard and make money while making sure his new employer is happy with him. He can later buy pussy, much younger pussy with the money he makes.

He threw his bag in the truck and got in next to her. He nodded and smiled as she mentioned getting some coffee, he could sure use some to wake up after having dozed up in the train. He had barely slept the previous night; he was so excited at the prospect of a new job that should keep him employed for a good amount of time.

During the ride, they were almost silent except for some talk about his work and what he should do, mostly professional stuff, and all things he knew how to do very well already. He had a good feeling he will like it there and earn some good money in the process. She seemed nice enough and interested in maintaining her ranch, she also seemed like a strong and self-dependant lady.

He enjoyed the ride, looking at the beautiful countryside hoping her ranch is in a good high area to make working there even more fun. He felt her glancing at him from time to time and wondered if she was scared of him. He had absolutely no intention of harming her, but he can see her fear or whatever she was feeling towards him to be acceptable as he’s a stranger to her and she is an attractive lady living alone.

Finally they reached the house, it wasn’t any fancy mansion, but definitely better than the shit-hole where he had lived before, so definitely a large improvement, that is if she allows him to sleep in the house and not in some small room in or near the stable, but that would probably still be better than his old ‘house’.

He was surprised when she said he would be sleeping inside the house, but felt bad that the reason is not to treat him like a human being but to save on heating costs. He nodded and forced a smile as he walked behind her to his small room close to the kitchen and the bathroom. It was a cozy little room complete with a comfy-looking bed, some drawers and a small dresser. He looked around his new room and was pleased by it. It was also very clean as is every part he had seen of her house so far. He looked at her as she explained and then nodded and smiled “Yes Ma’am, will change and follow you quickly”.

With that, he saw her leave, he quickly put his bag down and took out his work clothes, and he put them on immediately. A white shirt which had lost all traces of white, but was still clean, only the fabric had lost all original color and it was apparent it was worn over and over. He basically had two shirts, the ‘white’ one and the blue one he was wearing and he kept that one mostly for cleaner jobs or when he would go looking for a girl. He was handsome of course, but his clothing screamed ‘Poor and penniless’ and that was usually more than enough to drive girls away, even if they liked his handsome features, he would rarely manage to bed a girl without paying her. He sighed and put on his work boots and quickly walked outside.

He looked outside and she wasn’t there, so he moved to the barn and entered looking for his new employer and he smiled as he pulled up his sleeves to get ready for work “So, what’s the plan for today Ma’am?”….. He looked around the barn to get an idea of its size and the effort it would take to work this place into a proper state.

 

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Alice watched as Billy crossed the road shortly after she had begun the chores. The two large Labradors, Prince and Duke, bounded towards them and Alice found herself holding her breath. Instead of aggression the dogs met him with enthusiasm. Shortly, she noticed the other animals seemed to accept him; the horses and the couple of goats that she let roam around never shied away as he approached. Even, the gelding that had been her husbands; and which she had never tried to ride was receptive to Billy.

She was grateful that he kicked right in. The few instructions she gave him almost seemed superfluous as he intuitively did his work. The morning went fast and she found she actually had a few moments where she stopped and watched him work.

The amount the accomplished surprised her, finishing up many of the chores faster than she remember when her husband had been helping. Off and on throughout the day, she had caught herself watching him. He had removed his coat and was working in his rolled up shirt sleeves. The white shirt clung to his body, and Alice found herself mesmerized by the way he moved as he pitched hay. Again she felt that longing for the touch of a man, and when he stopped and started to turn her direction, she dropped her eyes and went back to her own work.

The first week flew by and when she arose that next Saturday morning to make coffee she looked out into the darkness, knowing that across the dirt road there was a definite improvement to the corals and barn. Billy had been really working out and for the first time she felt like she was kind of “caught up”.

Deciding not to wake the boy, she finished putting the coffee on and returned to her bedroom. She pulled the door shut, but failed to notice that the latch did not catch. Sipping her cup of coffee she turned on the bedside lamp and opened the door to the wardrobe. Inside were the dresses she had not worn for at least a year; her feminine side of self that she had surpressed with the hard work of the last year.

Touching the fabric of a blue gingham dress she remembered the last time she had worn in. It had been the night she and her husband had attended a square dance in the small town and after the frolicking, he announced to both her and his friends of his intentions to fight the Japanese. The rest of the evening had blurred and then she had found herself in a small bath room in the back of the dancehall with her skirt up over her bottom, her underwear at her feet and her husband taking her from behind.

It was memorable in the fact that this had been the first time in ten years of marriage that he had demonstrated any interest in sex outside of their weekly planned intercourse. He had never been sexually adventurous; and she herself to afraid to ask him to try something new with her.

She began rubbing herself through her jeans as she thought about how exciting that night had been. The risk of her husband’s friends and their spouse’s opening the door and catching them. The way her husband had pushed her dress up, while pushing her panties down had been one of the most sexually exciting experiences of her life.
She stopped and listened for a moment; the only sound was the old house settling. Fumbling with the buttons of her jeans, she slid both the denim and the cotton panties she wore underneath down to her knees. Placing the cup of coffee, on the top of the wardrobe, she pushed the fingers of one hand against her sex, as the other one rubbed her breasts through the shirt.

She had often masturbated; even when her husband had been at home, she felt the need to supplement his affections with her own touch. Of course, she had never let him know that she needed more sexually, but often she would think about how it would be if he was a bit more aggressive in their lovemaking. As she thought her fingers found her clit, and slowly began to rub the little nub in a circle.

As she manipulated herself, she reached across the top shelf of the wardrobe; her hand finally grasping what she as looking for. Grasping the hairbrush, from the vanity set her mother had given her for her wedding, she moved to the bed; her jeans and panties still at mid thigh. Pushing one of the pillows under her bottom, she raised her knees, and slowly rubbed the hairbrush along her pussy; the fingers of her free hand still diddling her clit.

Closing her eyes, she pushed the handle of the brush into her; a soft moan escaping her lips. This time though, it wasn’t her husband she was seeing. She had seen Billy, exiting the bathroom after cleaning up for the night. She thought about how he looked in his tight t-shirt, the muscles of his body and she pulled the brush out of her body.

She lay back and masturbated; using the slick brush to fuck herself closer and closer to the orgasm she needed. She heard herself begin to moan and tried to muffle her mouth with her elbow. “God this feels so good,” she moaned into the crook of her arm as she pushed the brush towards the front of her vagina; touching that spot she had discovered long ago, making her body shake as the initial wave of her cum pulsed through her.

 

[Se7en_]

Billy had always been good with animals. He understood them and they understood him even before he fed them or washed them, they could read his mind, they could see this man is no threat but is in fact a friend. Their instincts never failed them, and his good treatment to animals never failed him either. Animals seemed to be more loyal than humans and more easy going as well. He had long decided that dealing with animals was always easier and more rewarding than dealing with humans.

He worked long and hard, his target was to get that ranch in shape in less than a month. A week later it was obvious his plan was on the way to become a reality. He was an expert at ranches and also an honest hard working man. During that week he managed to catch her watch him work on many occasions. He could swear it wasn’t the looks of an employer watching if her helper is doing his job or not, but more like checking him out. The clear and strong evidence was that she broke eye contact the moment he looked at her “An employer never does that, an employer glares when you stop working” Those were his thoughts as he carried on with his job.

That day he woke even more frustrated than usually. He went to the bathroom, whipped out his monster and started playing with himself. Being single, poor, and with a sex drive of an army of rabbits, he was always horny and needed sex all the time, sex which he rarely got. That left him with his hand as the only thing to slow things down and alleviate some of the frustration he was suffering. The fact that he was now living with an attractive lady didn’t help, but he had sworn to not touch her unless she asks for it, and so far she hadn’t shown anything of the like. Only shy looks here and there.

He sighed and continued stroking his now-hard member; he stroked and squeezed himself for a good five minutes before his body succumbed to an orgasm. He took a deep breath, shook his head as that didn’t exactly help, only left him more needy than before. He sighed again and washed his hands and face to get ready for another hard day of work and more work. At least he had a pretty face to look at and good food to eat from her hands.

Slowly, he stepped out of the bathroom and saw her in the kitchen; he watched her as she prepared some coffee and then went upstairs. For some reason he decided to follow her. He watched her closing the door, but a small gap remained, so he decided to peek in, hoping to catch her changing or something. He absolutely needed to see some bare skin. What he saw was her opening her wardrobe; he caught his breath and watched hoping she would change clothes now. Instead she seemed to be daydreaming and then she began rubbing herself. He raised his eyebrows, grinned and continued to watch, his hand dropping to his crotch, stroking his member through his jeans as well.

He almost turned and ran away when she stopped, thinking she might have caught him peeking and that would have been a big problem. He would at least lose his great new job. He almost sighed in relief as she continued what she was doing and he decided to risk his job by spying on her some more.

As he watched her expose her thighs and bottom for him, his lips curved in a wide grin. Her skin seemed silken soft and creamy white. He wanted to jump and slip his cock inside her at that moment, but that would be a bad idea, so he decided to watch and play with himself during it. It was apparent she was at least as sexually frustrated as he was or she wouldn’t be doing that. He just watched silently as she played with her lovely body, he started hearing her moans a few moments later. It was obvious she was enjoying her time and that her fingers were experienced in pleasuring her.

His eyebrows rose as he watched her reach for the brush “Is she going to beat her pussy with it?” He thought to himself as he watched her move to bed, sit her cute bottom on a pillow, lifting her knees to spread herself further, and then used the brush in a different way than he thought. He shrugged and watched, hoping his fingers would replace the brush, and his lap to replace the pillow. Those were all thoughts that crossed his mind as he rubbed his bulge, his cock was hard, very hard and it was painful to keep it inside any longer so he opened the zipper and pulled his monster out for some much needed attention while he watched the lady masturbate.

He thought that she was going far when she inserted the brush inside her slit, the moans telling him she was totally enjoying herself and not annoyed by the pain of having such a hard object touch her most sensitive spots. He watches her as she fucked herself with the brush and wished it would have been his cock or a dildo he controlled. He sighed and stroked himself more and harder as she began to orgasm, her moans now much louder even as she was trying to muffle them.

He decided to ruin her fun as he pushed his cock back in, closed the zipper, and then knocked on the door “Ma’am, are you ok in there? I heard some noises from your room as I was ready to leave for work” …. He grinned as he knew he would be cutting her orgasm short with his interruption, but he couldn’t release by her door, so he thought “if I can’t have fun, then I won’t let her have it either”

 

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Alice’s eyes were squeezed shut as she continued to push the handle of the brush in and out of her vagina. The fingers of her free hand were still working her clit; bringing her close and closer. She felt that dip, that signal which told her her orgasm was imminent, and she let out a soft moan. The wave started in her, beginning its course through her body, when she heard a knock at the door.

Startled she sat up, the brush still buried in her wet pussy. The knock came again, and she heard Billy’s voice from the other side of the door. “Ma’am, are you ok in there? I heard some noises from your room as I was ready to leave for work”

At the boys voice Alice froze before rolling off the bed and away from the door. Pulling the brush free, she replied, trying to keep her voice under control. “Yes… yes, everything is fine.” She could hear her voice, husky with lust and knew that he would be able to hear it as well. She let out a breath as she heard his footsteps shuffle down the hall towards the kitchen.

She sighed regretfully; so close to her orgasm, and raised her ass off the floor to pull up her panties. Rising to her feet she pulled her jeans up past her thighs and over her ass; buttoning the denim clothing as she headed for the door. She caught a look at herself in the full length mirror and saw her small breasts heaving under the shirt; her short strawberry hair mussed. She ran her fingers through her hair as she headed towards the door.

As she turned the doorknob she noticed the door wasn’t latched. When had that happened? What had Billy seen? Taking a deep breath she pulled the door open and strode down the hall to the kitchen.

Billy was seated at the table, his back to her, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. Alice searched for words, but couldn’t find any. She stepped past him, without a glace; knowing that he knew what she had been doing. Even now she smelled the excitement of her sex; especially pungent on her fingers. Her face was burning as she quickly rinsed her hands and began to put together breakfast.

“How do you want your eggs Billy?” She asked, unable to look at him. She was still incredibly turned on and for some reason knowing that he had been aware of her activities only raised her level of excitement. Without, waiting for his reply, she moved the cast iron skillet onto the stove and started the burner.

 

[Se7en_]

He had definitely enjoyed the show while it lasted even though most of what he saw was her backside, and he had to imagine most of the rest, but it was pretty obvious and very arousing to him. He had no idea what she was thinking doing that with her door open enough for him to see what she was doing. He didn’t know whether she left it like that on purpose or not and he wasn’t going to ask her. Either way it was fun to watch that regardless of her intention.

Billy almost laughed as he saw her roll off the bed as if to hide herself. She should have known that if he was looking, then he had already seen everything and rolling off like that would only make her look silly, and if he wasn’t watching, then the rolling wasn’t necessary either. He listened to her answer and smirked at her tone, full of lust as she seemed breathless. He knew a girl would be breathless if she was denied orgasm and also breathless if she was allowed to orgasm. Either way her voice gave her away, so even if he wasn’t watching it was clear that she was masturbating “Ok Ma’am going down to the kitchen now”

As the show ended, Billy went down to the kitchen to get his breakfast. He was getting fond of her cooking and meals; she had some nice skills in the kitchen, and anything prepared by her hands tasted good. He was sure she had some more interesting skills in the bedroom and her hands were good for many things in there as well. Little did he know that she was more or less inexperienced as her husband rarely had sex with her, and when he did do it, it was in normal uninteresting positions, and he had used her in the same position every time except that one time in the restaurant which was the only time he had used her like that.

He just sat there and sipped his coffee as he saw her coming down and he smiled at her “Good morning Ma’am”. He almost laughed at her flushed cheeks, her arousal clear in her eyes and the way she walked not to mention a distinct smell of pussy juices.

Billy looked at her as she asked about the eggs and he shrugged “Whatever you want Ma’am, anything prepared by your hands is sure to be very tasty”. He watched as she began preparing breakfast for them and his mind tried to recall the events of what he saw, trying to imagine her kneeling in front of him and completing that masturbation right at that moment. He almost opened his mouth to speak as there was a chance she would accept, but he decided not to risk it. If she wanted anything sexual from him, she would have to ask for it.

 

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Alice made dinner in silence; aware of the boys gaze on her back. She quickly made him breakfast; eggs, bacon and sourdough toast. Placing his breakfast in front of him, she plated her own repast and took a seat to his left. For a moment, she ate silently, but then trying to act nonchalant she said.

“We need to get those steers off of the far north pasture on Monday. Please, check to make sure there are no issues with the fence line in the pasture by the house.”

He nodded in acknowledgement, chewing his breakfast. The wind was already picking up out side, as a blast of icy air rattled the windows. Quickly finishing her breakfast, she cleared her plate, rinsing it in the sink. She put together the remainder of the bacon and the bread into several sandwiches for him to take. Then,donning her coat and gloves, Alice stepped into the cold wind and headed across the road to the barn to complete her chores.

Not long after she started feeding the cows in the barn she had heard Billy saddling the gelding and riding out. She would make stew for dinner; as she expected it to get to freezing before the day was through.

After Billy left the morning flew by for her. The chores went fast; but she couldn’t stop thinking about Billy. How had her session turned from thoughts of her husband, so far away now, to this boy who lived in her home. He was young and very strong; defined in a way her husband hadn’t been. And there was something else about him, something that she couldn’t put her finger on; something that scared and excited her at the same time. Regardless she would have to find a better time to relieve herself; she didn’t’ want him getting the wrong impression about her.

The rest of the day went by quickly and she soon found herself looking out the window towards the barn. Billy should have been back over an hour ago; the sun was well behind the bluff to the west and the light was escaping. The wind had come up harder; the walls of the house shaking a bit as extreme gusts pounded against the north wall. Even though Alice knew the house was sturdy, it still unnerved her ever time the wind came up like this. Again she glanced out the window and silently prayed that the wind wouldn’t bring any snow.

 

[Se7en_]

He watched her every move as she prepared breakfast, tasty as always and filling. Also more than enough to give him energy till it was lunch time. He listened to her and nodded "Yes Ma'am will work on it. Don't worry"

He thanked her when she gave him the sandwiches which should make for a pretty good lunch. He watched her as she put on her coat and gloves hiding more of her pretty body. He rode out to do get some work done before the wind and cold pick up to the point where outside work becomes nearly impossible.

Billy had received his first payment and thus he rode to the small town close by to buy some new clothes. This area was certainly much colder than he was used to and it was getting chilly. His shirt and small jacket were no longer enough. As he was in the town, he bought a new jacket and a heavy sweater. Both used of course as he still couldn't afford new clothes. He sadly paid for the clothes and put the jacket on immediately and felt better immediately. It was used but at least it was thick, comfortable and most importantly will keep him warm through the harsh winter.

When he was done and prepared to leave, he knew he would be late if he didn't leave immediately, and might run into rain or snow on the way back and of course the already freezing gust, but something made him risk that as he ran into some hookers and his sex drive made him go talk to them.

He made a deal with one of them and quickly went with her to her place, paid her and they had long steamy sex. He used all her holes and played with her for more than an hour. The hooker loved every minute of it as Billy was a gentle, passionate at times and at others a rough lover. He was really really good according to her.

Billy, feeling totally satisfied, left and started riding the long way home. It had started raining and snowing, the mixture promising some snow will be on the ground in the morning. He reached the ranch and went inside the house.

"Good evening Ma'am. I apologize for being late, but its really cold here not like my home town so I had to go and buy a jacket and sweater, used of course as I still can't afford to buy new clothes". He smiled and showed her the new clothes and then grinned "Also I made a stop to do something that is almost as important to me as eating and drinking, you know I am single, and you know, one needs some pleasure every now and then. I am sure you know what I mean"

He looked at the lovely lady knowing she most probably understood what he means and that is she also needed pleasure and thus was masturbating that morning. He would love if she would admit it and allow him to have sex with her. He would love to have sex with her daily, it would be more fun as she isn't a hooker. She looked innocent and she was very pretty, and seems she was rarely used by her husband, and to top it off, it would also be free, and its well known that the best price is always free!

 

[hereiam_1971]

Alice paced in the kitchen, her concern of Billy’s whereabouts increasing as the clock ticked onward. As the sky grew dark, the wind picked up outside, blasting the dust and then the rain towards the side of the small house. Alice stoked fire, and then sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee, waiting.

She had just returned to the stove to warm up her mug, when the back door opened and Billy entered the kitchen. He was drenched; the rain had soaked his coat and dripped in puddles around him on the small mat she had placed in front of the back door. She started to speak, but he was already explaining and apologizing for his lateness. She had begun to soften on him, until she heard the last section of his apology.

Alice couldn’t believe that he had kept her waiting while he had been having sex with a woman he paid for. She started to open her mouth to retort, but she found herself again aroused at the idea. Remembering her morning’s activities she again remembered who she was thinking of as she used her hairbrush. How it wasn’t her husband that had fueled her fantasy, but Billy. Now she wondered what sex with him would be like; would it be the conventional on her back like her husband made love to her, or would it be something different, something new, something exciting.

Holding her tongue about the prostitute, she moved back to the stove. “Did you eat, Billy?” she asked, not looking at him. “I have kept dinner warm for you.”

He had moved to sit at the table, and Alice pulled the plate she had placed in the oven for him. The meal was simple; steak and potatoes, and she placed it in front of the boy. As she reached over his shoulder she drew in his scent. She felt the jolt of desire shoot through her and drew back quickly. “I’ll get you a cup of coffee,” she almost mumbled, “to warm you up.”

After depositing the steaming mug she sat on the chair to his right; pulling up another chair to rest her feet. She watched him eat, as she slowly smoked a cigarette, flicking the ashes into the ashtray on the table. She wanted to flee, head to her room and use her brush, but something kept her in her chair.

A she smoked she reached down to rub her shins; she had been on her feet all day and the boots were killing her feet. She wanted to take them off, but would wait for Billy to finish his meal. He had stopped eating, and was watching her rub her legs, the tight denim cloth adhering to her shapely legs. She wanted to feel his hands on her; wanted it badly. Pushing the left boot off, she looked at him, imploringly and asked. “Could you please rub my feet Billy; they hurt me something fierce.”

 

[Se7en_]

Billy was watching her face as he apologized, and the reaction was hilarious, eyes opened, mouth almost said something about keeping her waiting while having fun with a prostitute. It was fun to watch her face and tease her that he just had sex while she was stuck with her stupid brush which can never satisfy her like a real man can and will if she would just ask nicely.

He nodded as she offered dinner and coffee. He sat down and ate the meal she had prepared, it was simple, but like every other meal she prepared, it was tasty and filling.

While eating, Billy could notice she was rubbing her legs. He was feeling bad for her thinking "Oh you poor dear, standing on those cute little feet of yours all day must not be fun at all especially trapped in those boots"

He then raised his eyebrow as she slipped one boot off and then he was totally surprised as she asked him to rub her feet. He certainly didn't see that one coming. However, he absolutely loved feet, and hers were very cute. Not to mention everything about her screamed a need for attention, and she was certainly more than pretty enough to have him want to give her all the attention she wants.

He smiled at her and stood up “My pleasure Ma’am, but I am afraid doing it in the kitchen on those chairs isn’t a good idea, so we would have to move you to a sofa, and seeing that your feet apparently hurt, then its not a good idea to have you walk there.”

Without actually asking for her permission, which he knew she would give, he wrapped one arm around her waist and put the other arm under her knees and scooped her up in his strong arms. He smiled down at her and then carried her to the living room and sat her down on the sofa. He then leaned down and gently removed her other boot, exposing her other foot for him. Her feet were very pretty, especially looking at them from this distance. He had to restrain himself from taking her feet and pulling her toes in his mouth.

Quickly, he jumped up and walked upstairs to her bathroom making sure to tell her he will be right back. That he did, as he came back shortly after that carrying a large bucket filled with warm water, he had some scented lotions and soap as well. He got what he needed and got back to her, placing the bucket on floor, and then reached for her right foot and held it gently in his hand "I am not very knowledgeable when it comes to foot massage, but I do know that first the feet should be warmed and washed for a proper massage"

With those words, he pulled her foot to the bucket and dipped her toes in the warm water and then looked up at her with a small grin "good or hot or cold?" He knew the water was good, but he wanted to make sure of it before dipping her feet in.