Cowboys and Campfires

by Marissa Johnsen

Stepping off the shuttle bus from the airport, I took a heady whiff of the mountain air. It smelled of pine and lilacs, and the purity of it nearly made me swoon. I was a long way from the dirt and grime of the city, and happy to be far from the rat race. I did a three-sixty and saw nothing but mountains, topped by conifers of majestic beauty, instead of my usual skyscrapers. This was just what I needed.

I’m a partner in an investment-banking firm. A few months ago, after putting to bed my largest international contract yet, I decided I needed a pick-me-up. I thought about taking a trip to the tropics or going on a cruise, but that wasn’t unusual enough. It was when I was watching the movie City Slickers on TV that I knew what I would do—spend my vacation on a dude ranch.

Although I’ve flown over the west on the way to L.A., I’ve never actually set foot in it. But I do know my way around horses. When I was a girl I had learned to ride and often participated in equestrian events. This would be quite different, I knew, but the prospect of it really excited me.

I did some research on the Internet and found a place in southern Utah, near Zion National Park. It sounded like a lot of fun, so I threw caution to the wind and booked a trip. I went out and bought myself some boots, jeans, a few chambray shirts, and a cowboy hat. I was all set.

I flew into Salt Lake City, then took a puddle jumper to a little airport in St. George. From there I boarded a shuttle bus that took me and my luggage to the ranch. The lodgings were rustic yet charming. I had paid a little extra, forgoing the communal bunkhouse for a private room in the main house. It was decorated like a bedroom you’d expect in the old west, with lace curtains and a large brass bed with a chenille bedspread and patchwork quilt. My favorite touch, though, was in the bathroom. There was no shower, only a large Victorian cast-iron bathtub with claw feet. I couldn’t wait to take a relaxing bubble bath.

That evening we had an old-fashioned chuck-wagon dinner. All the guests had a chance to introduce themselves, as well as the staff. Afterward we sat around a campfire, singing old cowboy songs and hearing about the exploits of Butch Cassidy and the Hole-in-the-Wall gang, who had hid out in the mountains nearby.

The next morning we all went to the corral and picked out a horse. I was immediately drawn to a palomino named Gus. “That’s a good choice.” The compliment came from a deep, mellow voice behind me. I turned to find Luke, one of the ranch hands, standing there holding a saddle. I had seen him the night before and thought that he looked like a cowboy straight out of central casting. He was tall, about six-four, and rangy, with big hands. His coppery-red hair was going gray at the temples and matched the stubble that covered his cheeks.

As good as he looked, it was hard to believe he was genuine. While introducing him, the owners had noted that he was descended from a member of Butch Cassidy’s gang. I realized they were selling a whole package, and wasn’t sure what I believed.

“Thank you,” I said, drinking in this big man with a quick glance. Luke held Gus’s reins while I mounted him. Thus began a long day of riding and learning how to rope. All through the lessons, Luke was always close by, and I came to like his laconic wit and folksiness.

At dinner that night, Luke and I each grabbed a plateful of fried chicken and baked beans and sat at one of the picnic tables. There was a full moon, and the campfire blazed. Listening to him tell stories about growing up as a cowboy was fascinating. He also was a good listener, and I found myself telling him all about my last relationship.

“Well, ma’am, there’s only one thing I can say,” Luke drawled. “The man that let you get away is a damn fool.” That wasn’t terribly original, but it made my heart skip a beat and sent a warm, tingling feeling straight to my pussy.

Late that night, my muscles sore, I decided to try out that bathtub. I filled it with water as hot as I could stand it, and added some strawberry-scented bath oil. The room filled with steam, and I shed my shirt, jeans, boots, and socks. When I slipped into the water I let out an audible sigh and submerged until I was in up to my chin. If you’ve ever ridden a horse, you know it really kills your inner thighs. I massaged my thighs beneath the water, applying deep pressure with my fingertips, and, before long, I was getting quite aroused. I grabbed hold of a bar of soap and slicked myself up with it, gliding it across my legs and feet, then up to my belly. Then I lathered up my breasts, which broke the surface of the bathwater as they sort of floated. I hadn’t felt this sexually charged in months. I reached down to rub my tingling pussy with one hand while massaging my nipples with the other. I closed my eyes, and who was there in my mind’s eye? Why, none other than my handsome cowboy, Luke.

I fingered myself in the hot water, my feet pressing against the bottom, my hips lifting up, and my neck curling over the rim. My fingers moved faster and faster through the wet folds of my pussy, zeroing in on my clit. I drew circles over that hardened nub until I exploded in a series of flashes. I must have been quite a sight when I came, because I splashed about like a dolphin at Sea World.

After my leisurely bath, my skin was soft and flushed pink, and I climbed naked between my cotton sheets, feeling blissful and serene. As I drifted off to sleep I tried to imagine what Luke looked like without his chaps and spurs.

The next day’s activity was a mini-cattle drive. The guests and hands all drove the herd ten or so miles in one direction, then drove them back to the ranch. It was a great chance to breathe fresh air and see some fantastic scenery. Luke was the drive boss, but whenever he had a chance he came by to ride alongside me. I was amused and very flattered by his extra attention.

That night during dinner I decided to skip the festivities and went into the stable to commune with the horses. I was very content with my solitude when the door slid open.

I turned, and what I saw took my breath away. Framed in the doorway was Luke, silhouetted by the light from both the moon and the campfire, and it brought to mind my favorite shot of John Wayne at the end of The Searchers. Deep within me I felt something like a guitar string breaking. I knew then that I would have this man.

“You’re missing the campfire,” Luke said, his voice deep and hoarse.

“Oh, I’m kind of all campfired out,” I replied.

Luke sauntered toward me, that cowboy gait making me weak in the knees. He had slid the door closed, so the only illumination came from the electric lantern that hung from the rafters. “I can’t disagree with you,” he said. “I often prefer the company of my horses to that of the guys.” I smiled as he moved closer. “But there isn’t a horse that’s ever been that could compete with your company.”

Now, being favorably compared to a horse may not do much for most women, but it sure did it for me: I practically melted into his arms. He was so strong, yet he held me so gently, enveloping me as I lay my head against his powerful chest. “I was hoping that you might be half as attracted to me as I am to you,” he said in a whisper. I looked up at him and he kissed me, and I believe I was spinning.

“Oh, trust me. The attraction is quite mutual,” I finally replied when the power of speech returned to me. Then I kissed him again, and his tongue slithered between my lips. He lifted me off the ground and swung me around in a delirious whirl toward a pile of straw. We collapsed, laughing, but then we both got very serious. He questioned me silently, with just a look. It was clear what he wanted, but he was going to leave it up to me. I answered his look by slowly unbuttoning his shirt then scratching his chest with my long fingernails, traveling down to his stomach. He groaned his appreciation, and I followed up by placing my hand on his crotch, and found he was very hard.

“Get up,” I panted, and Luke stood on rubbery legs. I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his jeans and underwear, and was greeted by a long, skinny cock with an upward curve. It was fully erect and uncircumcised, a drop of pre-come glistening on the tip. It twitched up and down as I regarded it, so I reached up and caressed it gently. Luke shuddered a bit, and then I gripped his cock more firmly, stroking it affectionately for a few moments before I sucked it into my mouth.

“Oh, that’s great,” Luke moaned, placing his large hands on my head. His cock tasted so good as I ran my tongue over its length. With my right hand I gripped him tightly at the base, while my left fondled and squeezed his large drooping balls. I looked up at him and met his gaze, which had a distinctly dreamy look to it now.

After a minute or two Luke started to slowly fuck my face, and eventually I stopped moving and he simply slid his erection in and out between my lips. I continued to massage his sac, and I could sense his impending orgasm by the pulsing in his cock and the way his balls tightened in my hand. Finally he cried out, holding still as he fired a tasty round of semen into my mouth. I swallowed it all, then licked a stray drop off my bottom lip. Luke fell to his knees in complete disarray, pulling me to him and clasping me in his arms. His breathing was labored and his chest rose and fell against mine. It was only when we heard some voices that we both snapped to attention. He jumped and pulled on his pants, and I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. We left the stable separately, exchanging nothing more than a meaningful glance. There was one more night to this vacation, and I knew we would be spending it together.

The next day we had an amateur rodeo. I won a first-place trophy for the barrel race, and as Luke handed the prize to me, I kissed him quite innocently on the cheek. As he leaned over to receive my kiss, I whispered, “Tonight you’re going to pay me back for last night.” Luke blushed furiously, and I couldn’t resist a giggle. I couldn’t imagine what the other folks thought.

At about nine o’clock I retired to my room and turned it into a love nest, lighting candles and putting on some soft music. Minutes later I heard a knock on my door. Opening it, I found Luke standing there, holding a fistful of wildflowers. I pulled him into the room, put the flowers in water, then kissed him hungrily. We hastily stripped each other of all our clothes. “I’ve spent this whole week wondering what you look like naked,” he drawled. I guess I didn’t disappoint him, as his eyes grew wide while he looked me up and down, taking in my curvaceous figure.

Luke was quite a specimen himself. His muscles rippled as he moved, and his washboard stomach would have been the envy of any male model. I particularly admired his ass, which was tight and compact.

“Care to share a bath with me?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. I filled the tub as he gently caressed my back and shoulders. His cock started growing, prodding my buttocks, and I playfully swatted it.

We sank into the hot, soapy water. There was just enough room for the two of us to fit snugly, and I sat with my knees drawn up to my chest between Luke’s spread legs, facing him. As I rubbed his chest, arms, and legs with soapy hands, he did the same, cupping my large breasts with a delicate touch.

Luke’s cock was so hard that it surfaced above the water. When I gripped it with both hands and pumped him up and down, he practically jumped right out of the tub. “You keep that up and I’ll come right now!” he said. I didn’t think that was so bad, but he had other ideas. “Come on. You’ve got to let me please you too,” he said.

Luke leaned forward and placed featherlight kisses all over my breasts. As he sucked my nipple into his mouth, I felt his callused fingers dart between my thighs. They stroked my lips, and I trembled slightly. With consummate skill he began to finger my slick pussy, eventually sliding two fingers deep inside me. As he finger-fucked me, his thumb brushed against my clit, which throbbed insistently. All the while he continued sucking on my sensitive nipples and nipping at them gently.

I surrendered to my body’s impulses and let myself go. Leaning back in the tub, I gripped the rim with my toes. My pussy was now in Luke’s face, and he grinned from ear to ear. His lips grazed my labia, teasing me, so I ground against him, wanting him to get right to the point. He got the message and lashed at my clit with his tongue as he continued to finger-fuck me with one hand, using the other hand to cup my ass and help me stay above water.

Water began to slosh over the sides of the tub as I humped against my cowboy’s face. My orgasm came upon me with great power and speed, and it seemed to last forever. When it was over I was shaking slightly, and Luke surrounded me with his strong arms.

When I came to my senses I laughed to see so much water on the floor. I hoped it wouldn’t leak to the room below, but before I could concern myself too much, Luke pulled me to my feet and we dried each other off with big fluffy towels. Then he picked me up and carried me to bed.

We twined like snakes sunning themselves on a desert rock. His hands and lips never stopped moving, kissing, and touching all over my body. “My, your skin is so soft,” he kept marveling. I was not idle, either, and explored his body as well. He particularly liked it when I sucked and bit on his tiny nipples, moaning his pleasure loudly.

This was wonderful, but it became apparent that we couldn’t ignore the mighty baton between his legs. Again I wrapped my hands around it, where they felt so much at home. I lay back on the pillows, my legs spread, toes pointed at the opposite wall. He crouched over me and, without fanfare, guided his cock into my cunt in one dexterous stroke. I emitted a very unladylike grunt, feeling like I was being split in two. For a moment he gave me a questioning look as if to ask if he was hurting me. I responded with a look of my own, expressing that I wanted him to fuck me, and fuck me hard.

Given the go-ahead, Luke started a rocking rhythm. He gripped the brass headboard and bucked his hips against mine. Gloriously filled to the max, I wrapped my arms around his strong back as his shaft slid over the walls of my pussy again and again.

A few times he slowed down, probably to prevent himself from erupting within me. One of these breaks gave me the chance to try something else. “Get on your back,” I said. “I want to test my newfound cowgirl skills.” Luke laughed and obliged me. I mounted him, first squatting above him, my toes digging into the mattress. Once his cock was fully inside me, I dropped to my knees and rode him.

“The only thing you’re missing is a cowboy hat to wave in your hand,” he joked. He cupped my swaying breasts as I slid up and down on his granitelike shaft, building toward another fabulous orgasm. I closed my eyes tightly and threw my head back, and as I came in another nerve-rattling climax, Luke pinched my nipples just enough to make me squeal.

Happily exhausted, I collapsed on his chest. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, and when he sensed I was ready for more he slid out from underneath me, leaving me on my knees. He put a pillow underneath my stomach and then knelt behind me. Placing a kiss on each of my asscheeks, he then lined up his cock with my pussy and started fucking me doggy-style.

I’d always thought I didn’t care for this position because it wasn’t face-to-face, but being with Luke changed my mind. Out there in the frontier, with a man’s man who was a throwback to another time, it all made sense. Luke fucked me very hard, and everything in my life boiled down to my sopping cunt and the large hard cock invading it.

Luke picked up speed right before he came. He pulled out, shouting my name as a load of hot come splashed across my back and ass. He slapped my cheeks with his cock, gave me a deep kiss, and then lay down beside me. I curled up in his arms, holding him tight, and we didn’t move for a long time.

We didn’t get much sleep that night, instead spending the evening cuddling under the quilt and comparing life on the range with my more hectic corporate lifestyle. Luke stole out of my room a short time before dawn to see to the horses. And a few hours later he was standing there with the rest of the ranch’s staff as they all waved good-bye to that week’s batch of tourists.

My fellow ranchers chatted and milled around me as we slowly boarded the bus, but my gaze never strayed from Luke’s. On the long flight back from Salt Lake City, I dozed off and dreamed about my rugged cowboy lover. From now on I will think of him every time I watch an old John Wayne movie on TV.