He was woken by the sound of his front door and he knew it was Gina; that meant he’d overslept. Stumbling to the window he stared across to the barn and saw his two workers, Ben and Jeb, out in the paddocks with their wheelbarrows cleaning up after the horses.
Yawning, he padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. In two short hours he’d be picking up Naughty Nickie and bringing her home; he couldn’t wait. As he stepped under the hot water and dowsed his hair with shampoo, the image of her upturned bottom and bright red cheeks danced in his head, springing his cock to life. Unable to shake the image from his mind he leaned against the tiled wall and began to massage himself, thinking about the delightful sounds she’d made as he’d spanked her, and the marvelous howl she’d let loose as she’d climaxed.
His mind jumped to the scene in the barn he’d envisioned earlier; sitting on a bale of hay, her body across his lap, her bottom exposed and his slapping hand turning her skin a beautiful shade of pink, then his mind jumped, and he had a vision of her kneeling in front of him, her mouth slurping his cock, her eyes gazing up at him adoringly.
It was all he needed, and as the climax rattled through his bones he groaned, sucking in his breath, then he slumped his body under the water. He surrendered to the hot stream blazing over his back for a while, needing the respite for his body and his thoughts, but as he stepped out and began to towel off, the song he’d written floated into his head.
I don’t know where you came from,
I don’t know who you are,
I admit to feelin’ real strange
But I’m likin’ this so far,
You’re a different kinda woman,
With a different kinda love,
A different kind of somethin’
A naughty Angel from above?
You’re nowhere in sight,
But I can see you in my head,
I wanna wake up with you against me
I wanna see you in my bed.
You’re a different kinda woman,
With a different kinda love,
A different kind of somethin’
A naughty Angel from above?
Wrapping a towel around his waist he hurried to the bureau against his window and quickly scribbled the new verse, and made a mental note to take it downstairs to add to what was sitting on the pad inside his desk drawer. Glancing outside he saw Pepper, his big grey gelding, kicking up his heels and running around his paddock.
“I know how you feel fella,” he murmured. “I feel the same way. All spooked, but happy, real happy.”
Casting his eye further afield he saw Trixie laying down, baking in the morning sun; he laughed out loud.
“Trixie, you ain’t nothin’ like the girl who’s gonna be sittin’ on your back today. Just as well, she’d never survive it.”
Dressing in his riding jeans, a fresh white and blue checked cotton shirt and his favorite boots, he ran his fingers through his damp hair. He’d given up on the large shock that fell over his forehead, it had a mind of its own, and the girls at his local tavern told him it was sexy as hell; he wasn’t sure if they were right, but he’d chosen to believe them.
Trotting down the stairs he heard Gina busy at work in the kitchen, and as he neared he smelled the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
“Hey, Beau,” she beamed. “Who’s the lucky girl?”
Gina was in her 50’s, but had one of those faces that didn’t age, a figure that still turned heads, and a twinkle in her eye that Beau knew would never go out.
“Not what you’d expect,” he replied pouring himself a mug of the tempting coffee.
“No? What do you think I’d expect,” she quipped, flipping the bacon and cracking two eggs into the sizzling pan.
“She’s from the city, wears makeup, she’s got her own mind and not afraid to speak it. She’s kinda…”
“Kind of challenging?” Gina laughed.
“Well, yeah, I guess,” Beau grinned. “You know me too well.”
“I know I haven’t seen that glint in your eye for a long time, if ever,” she said staring at him intently. “I’m looking forward to meeting her. What’s her name?”
“Nickie, Nicole, Nickie,” he stammered.
“Which is it?”
“Her name’s Nicole, but I call her Nickie,” he replied suddenly feeling foolishly flustered.
“Oh, man, you’ve got it bad,” she remarked. “How’d you meet her?”
“I don’t have anything bad,” he retorted. “I’m gonna finish buildin’ her home. She owns that half-built house on the hill above the lake.”
“You’re not going to finish that are you? It’s ugly, it’s a monstrosity.”
“No, Gina, don’t worry, Geoff’s revamped the plans.”
“Thank goodness,” she replied plating his eggs and bacon. “Is she coming here so you can take her on one of your famous rides?”
“What do you mean, famous rides?”
“Just poking you,” she giggled, “but are you, going to take her for a ride I mean?”
“Yep, I’m gonna put her on Trixie. I thought we’d do the lake, then come back here for lunch, then, I dunno, maybe we’ll cruise back up to the house and walk through the changes.”
“Are you crazy?” she frowned placing the breakfast in front of him.
“What? Why?” he asked dousing his food with pepper and hot sauce.
“If you want this to be a fun visit to a ranch don’t take her to the biggest headache in her life. Have your lunch, then take her up to Flat Top Point and show her that amazing view.”
“Gina, you’re a genius,” he grinned.
“You’re finally noticing?” she laughed. “Something tells me I’d better go change your sheets.”
“Okay, this conversation has just crossed a line,” he chuckled.
“Don’t they always,” she winked wandering past him.
As she disappeared he leaned back in his chair and picked up his mug, smiling at the thought that she was right, and he did indeed, need his sheets changing.
Nicole had slept late, and after having a light breakfast sent up to her room she had jumped under a hot shower. Unlike Beau, who had simply run his fingers through his wet hair and walked down the stairs, she had spent almost thirty minutes styling. Her hairdryer and a round hairbrush created the desired result, but staring at her reflection she wasn’t happy.
“I look too…too…what?” she grunted, and as her reflection gazed back at her the penny dropped. “I look too much like Nicole and not enough like Nickie. I know exactly what to do.”
Pulling off her robe she turned the shower back on and let the water splash over her head, then stepping out she flicked on the hairdryer and let the hot air dry it naturally. It took longer than she thought it would, but when she was done she smiled at herself.
“There, that’s Nickie.”
All the carefully styled waves were gone, and her hair was falling softly around her shoulders, its inherent curl giving it a natural, wholesome look.
Turning to her makeup tray she turned away from her usual red lipstick and dark mascara, opting for pink gloss and soft green eyeshadow, and as she wandered into the bedroom to change, she had another idea.
At Wally’s her eye had taken her to the red and white check shirt, but she decided to go with the pink and white instead; it was softer and more feminine. Humming happily she pulled off the tags and donned the clothes, and wandering back into the bathroom she grinned at her reflection.
“Good grief, I look so much younger.”
Glancing down at her watch she sighed; she had a full fifteen minutes to kill before he showed up, and walking back into the room she picked up the large tote already half-packed in her fervent hope she’d be spending the night. The aqua and white shirt, a fresh pair of panties and a pair of socks were already stuffed inside, and carrying it back into the bathroom she threw in her lotions, makeup and a hairbrush.
“I’m forgetting something,” she muttered. “What is it? Oh! Of course!” and moving back to the armoire she retrieved the gifts she’d bought. “I think that’s it,” she muttered dropping them into the tote. “Maybe I’ll wait for him downstairs. I’ll go crazy sitting here.”
Ambling out the door she headed down the hallway, into the elevator and out into the lobby. Staring through the large glass doors she could see the sun glinting off the polished chrome of the parked cars: it promised to be a beautiful day. Moments later, when she saw the familiar turquoise truck roll into the driveway, she felt her butterflies spring to life. It moved slowly through the parking lot and came to a stop under the portico; walking outside to meet him she paused as he opened his door and climbed out.
Oh, man, how can he look even cuter, but he does?
Seeing her he broke into a grin and quickened his pace across the driveway.
“You look amazin’,” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe it. I mean, you looked great before, but…”
“Thanks,” she smiled, “I thought this was more like Nickie.”
“You were right,” he grinned, and wrapping his arms around her he hugged her warmly and lifted her off her feet.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
“Just had to,” he chuckled putting her back down. “You ready to sit on a horse?”
“Absolutely, I even have the right boots.”
“I see that. Wally didn’t let me down,” he declared, then taking her tote he put his arm around her shoulder and walked her to the truck.
“Nickie?” he said quietly as he opened the door.
“Yes?”
“Your butt’s not too sore to ride is it?”
“Seriously?” she quipped feeling her face blush.
“It’s a simple question.”
“Get in the car and start drivin’, Mister,” she retorted.
Beau laughed out loud, and closing her door he trotted around to get in behind the wheel.
I’m glad Nicole isn’t completely MIA, he chuckled.
“Care to share the joke,” she asked lightly.
“I’m just happy, lookin’ forward to the day,” he replied.
“Uh-huh,” she said giving him a look that said she didn’t believe him, then breaking into a wide smile she added, “me too.”