A mysterious sexy cowgirl
confronted me. I was sleep, in what I
thought was an isolated and remote land. I must’ve been real tired. I didn't hear a thing. She was on foot, and I was on her land she said. Wasn't much to
say.
“Hi.”
That was all I could get out. She
was mean. It took me awhile to shirk the initial fear, and realize how she was
dressed, and how fine she was. I was too scared to study her. She had a rifle
slung over her shoulder, and the knife hid in the small of my back was useless
should I say something out the way, and give her reason to shoot my defenseless
black ass. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw no one else. If she had a horse
it was awful quiet. Horses tend to communicate to each other when another is
near, and mine was silent off a ways munching on grass.
The longer she stood there the
more aroused I got. There was nothing else to do. Her sensuality was slowly
oozing out of her and my body was reacting to it against my will, and fear of
being shot and left for dead. If she saw how aroused I was would she shoot it
off? I didn't know. I didn't know what she’d do, and she didn't talk.
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