Ride 'em cowboy! (open for 1 male)

Ride 'em cowboy! (closed)


Sarah, the youngest daughter of the Richardson Farm, pulled the yellow beetle onto the gravel driveway. "I'm fi. Finally. Hoooorme," she muttered between her yawns. Her icy blue eyes looked tired and dreary from lack of sleep and 9 straight hours of driving. She couldn't wait to be home after 3 weeks in the hustle and bustle beach haven, Panama City. She loved the beach and had a wonderful time, but she missed the laid back, quiet and country side scenery. At least she still had three more months at home before headed to city for college.

She went with three other girls. They learned how to surf, snorkel and jet ski. They spent days in the sun and nights at pool parties. With her bubbly and carefree personality, she quickly made friends and partied with other high schools kids and college goers. She drank, danced, played and even celebrated her 19th birthday there; she was a party girl but knew her limits, which were no drug and no sex. She was not a virgin by any mean, but she wasn't a slut either. The beach and city boys weren't her cup of tea. She was bias and had a thing for 'em country boys. She liked them tall, toned, tan and knowing their ways around the country side. She had a great time at the beach regardless.

Sarah turned off the engine and exited the car. She tightened the knot on her plaid shirt that barely covered her slim abdomen before she went to the trunk to grab a large duffle bag and a brown cowboy hat. She placed the hat on her top of her long blond streak and exclaimed when she noticed the Volkswagen covered in at least an inch of dirt from top to bottom, "Boy, you are dirty! Better clean you before mum and da see you," she made a mental note. Both the car and trip were her high school graduation presents from the parents.

"Mum! Da!" she called when as she made her way to the house. Her leather boots shuffled through the gravels and kicked dirty everywhere with each step. The short jeans hugged her ass perfectly while honey tone legs shimmered under the sunlight. "They must be at the market," she told herself after no one came out to greet her.

Before she could enter the house, she heard the horses whining in the stable and followed by unfamiliar voice trying to calm them down. She headed toward the stable and found a stranger taming the black mustang. He was quite a sight! "Ahem. Who. Who are you?" she called out while she walked up to him.



OOC: Please PM me your reply. I'm looking for a male, who is up for a long term role play with this theme. I hope this to have more than just "penis in hole" "bam bam" "cum cum". Lol. I like to have an "intellectual" play and of course, we will add lots of sexual content THAT fits! I don't want random fuck-party. If that makes sense to anyone, PM me!

The male character's age can be from 21 to 30. Besides being a cowboy, his personalities, persona, looks, so forth are up to you. I hope to add other family members later so I hope you can double or maybe even triple? The more the merrier right?

This is inspired by: Farmer's Daughter by Rodney Atkins

Luke Johannsen
Age 29
Hired Hand / Cowboy / Rancher

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As Luke tended to the horses in Mr. Richardson's stable he thought about his past life so far and thanked his lucky stars Mr. Richardson gave him a chance. He had met the elderly man as he was hitchhiking across the countryside to get away from his past troubles and trying to figure where to go next. When he got into the truck Luke told him he was headed further west to try and catch on to a horse ranch he had read about. Mr. Richardson's ears perked up at the words horse ranch he proceeded to ask Luke what he knew about horses. Luke smiled and then laughed in an easy way before he told him he was raised on a ranch. The two struck up a conversation, trading banter about horses, grooming, and training. Before he knew it, the kind old man was offering him a job as a hired hand.

"I know this is short notice but you seem like the right kind of man I'm looking for," Mr. Richardson smiled as he adjusted his wide brimmed hat. "I had to let my last hired hand go because he was stealing from me and he was treating the horses badly. I was telling the wife that I was going to try and find someone because I just can't get around the way I used to. I don't know if you have a commitment with that horse ranch you're headed for but if you are free, I could hire you on for a few weeks to see how you work out. I have a small bunk house out by the stables that you can stay in and Mrs. Richardson serves a mean breakfast."

Luke was surprised that the man did not prod further and ask more about his past as they rode down the dusty roads. If Mr. Richardson knew he had just gotten released from prison Luke figured he would be asked to get out of the truck in an instant. But he didn't ask, so Luke kept his mouth shut thinking about how he did his time for something he didn't do and he was hoping to start anew. He figured if he didn't ask then he wouldn't tell.

"Well to tell you the truth Mr. Richardson I didn't exactly have the job yet. I read about it in the paper and decided it was something I wanted to do. I suppose I could take a few days or weeks to see if I like working for you."

"Then it is settled," Mr. Richardson stated. He stuck out his hand and felt Luke's strong grip. "I'm still a man of principle and if a man shakes on it then it's a done deal."

Luke laughed and turned his head, looking at the passing countryside. His thoughts turned to his past and he, for now, hoped that Mr. Richardson was a man of his word. He wondered what he would think if he found out he had just hired an ex-con. Even though he was set up, he was still a marked man to some.

Luke was in and out of trouble for most of his life, having lost his parents at an early age, he was raised by a mean spirited Aunt and Uncle. His uncle treated him like a piece of meat, making him do the chores by himself on the ranch while he sat on the porch whittling on a piece of wood. When he grew old enough to leave, he packed up his belongings in the middle of the night and left his Aunt and Uncle for good. Or that is what he thought. A few months later he was in a store when his uncle came in and and announced to the sheriff that Luke stole money from him and wife. Luke saw red and attacked his uncle hitting him everywhere with his fists, releasing all the pent up anger in his body that he had for him. The sheriff and two deputies had to break up the fight and when he got to court, his uncle claimed he broke his jaw and nose. Luke knew his Uncle was well connected and the judge, being a friend of his uncles', announced a sentence quicker than a rattlesnake could coil and attack. The judge ordered him to one year in prison and Luke never forgot the sneer on his aunt and uncle as he was led away.

He remembered his uncle's parting words that if Luke ever came back to town he would have him arrested again. Luke kicked around the area for awhile after his release from prison, always keeping his distance from his uncle's spread. But to go west he had to travel in the area and he knew now that he was taking a chance coming back to live on the Richardson ranch only a few miles from his uncle's spread in the next county.

Life at the Richardson's was good for Luke. He minded his own business and tended to the horses and other chores to help out the couple. He never asked about family, thinking that that was their business. Mr. Richardson did mention that he had some children who were off doing their thing and it was nice to have someone to talk with in the evening. They spent evenings discussing horses and how he was beginning to feel the black mustang trusting him after the harsh treatment of the last trainer. Luke was grateful that Mr. Richardson did not prey too hard into his past. Now after two weeks he was feeling good again and loved taking care of the horses, especially the black mustang.

The mustang was filled with the spirit and Luke was taking his time breaking him. You couldn't rush these things with the horses. If they got spooked they would become mistrustful and then harder and more uncontrolable.

The day was hot and he had removed his shirt during the training session. The coolness of the stable felt good as he brushed the beautiful animal. He talked in a low soothing voice as he brushed, trying to gain his confidence. He heard the sound of a female voice calling out near the house but paid no mind to it. He wanted to be left alone and didn't relish the thought of someone recognizing him and bringung up his past. As he rub the mustang's mane, he heard the soft voice of a female behind him. Turning he took in the young woman standing in the door way with her shirt tied to expose her midriff and tight short jeans the hugged her bottom.

"Ahem. Who. Who are you?" he heard her call to him.

He saw her staring at his naked chest and then her eyes darted up and down him as if sizing him up. Grabbing his shirt, Luke told her as he slipped into the shirt. "I'm the new hired hand working for your dad. Been here for about two weeks now and trying to tame this here mustang." Luke wiped his hand on the shirt and then held it out to the young woman. "The name is Luke and you are?"

‘OMG. What a freakin’ hottie!’ Sarah thought to herself when he turned around to her. Her eyes widened slightly at his bare chest, before they naturally sized up the rest of him. Sarah had seen many toned bodies and well groomed men in the last 3 weeks at the beach. However, there was something different and much more appealing to him; maybe it was his natural tan and not from those fake spray on or tanning bed; or maybe it was his badass demeanor due to ranch work, yet he was gentle when he cared for the horse. Nevertheless, she approved this new hire!

Practically, she understood the need for a helper around the ranch. The other siblings had left and Da was getting old. Her parents were in the late 60s. She had been helping him around the ranch and planned to until she leaves for college, but she also recognized that they need a long time solution. So she was very happy that Da found someone.

Sarah peeled her eyes away before she could do something inappropriate. She walked toward the black mustang, who whined and kicked her hind legs in the air. Although she disapproved invisibly when he was no longer shirtless, she didn’t raise her concern. Instead, Sarah patted the horse’s neck and stroke her silky yet rough mare. “I missed you too, Cherry,” she whispered to one of the family pets ad her favorite ride.

His voice echoed behind, “I’m the new hired hand working for your dad. Been here for about two weeks now and trying to tame this here mustang.” It was a given that he is the new helper, but a bit surprise he knew who she was. Then again, he probably saw family pictures in the house if he had been there for 2 weeks.

She said quietly with irritation in her tone, “It’s going to take some time. Cherry has trusting issue due to those stupid assholes.” She looked back at him and added wearily, “Hope she’s in better hands?”

“The name is Luke and you are?” She shook his dry and rough hand; His shake was firm yet gentle enough that didn’t crush hers.

“I’m Sarah. Nice to meet you. I’m so glad that you’re here. This place needs serious help after both my brothers moved out,” she said truthfully. The horse whined and stuck her nose in between them. Sarah chuckled and petted the horse, “Someone wants attention huh?” She grabbed a brush near by and scratched it along the horse’s body to shine its coat. She wagged her tail furious, which was a sing that she was liking the attention.

“So what brings you here in the first place?” she peeped over the horse’s back as she questioned. “You’re not from around this area huh?” the questions continued as if she was holding a casual interview. “Do you like it here thus far?”

She made her way to Cherry’s other side and continued to brush the black coat. “You worked in a ranch before? How long do you plan to stay here? I assume you’re staying here? By yourself? Any close by family or friends? What have you been doing on the ranch?” She spat one question after another and didn’t even realize it until she saw his face. He had this smirk and amusing expression. She chuckled and shook her head to catch her breath. “Sorry. Don’t mean to bombard with you with questions like that,” she apologized and felt her cheeks brightened.

She took a deep breath then finished with one ultimate statement, "Just tell me a bit about yourself?"

Luke looked at the young woman and he was very pleased at what he saw. Her long blonde hair and icy blue eyes stared at him as he put his shirt back on. He felt an instant interest in her but then reigned in his thoughts. "Luke ole boy she looks like she just got out of high school and you are pushing 30. You just met this babe and she no doubt has every boy in the county panting to take her out.," he thought to himself as she moved to the black mustang.

The woman brought back memories of past lovers. It had been a long time since Luke was in a relationship and ever since he got out of jail, he was very hesitant to get involved. Most of his lovers lasted a short time before they started prying into his past and he did not trust them. Maybe some day he could confide in a woman but for now he wanted to keep a low profile.

She knew the black mustang, Cherry, and it was evident to Luke that the horse recognized her. The horses tail wagged eagerly as the young woman walked past him and started to pet her horse. Luke saw that there was a special bond between them. She had her back to him and then turned to shake his hand as she introduced herself. He had seen pictures of her and her brothers in the house but they did not do justice to the real thing.

Luke watched her nuzzle up to the animal between them and then he was caught off guard as she went into a litany of questions. The hair on the back of his neck rose and he became instantly defensive when she asked about what brought him here ..... where was he from .... did he like working for her father .... how long was he planning to stay .... did he work on a ranch before?

He could only smile at her knowing there was no way he could get a word in edgewise. He wondered if she was going to take a breath and how long would the inquisition last and allow him to at least answer a question. He laughed when she said she was sorry and asked, "Just tell me a bit about yourself?"

There was no way Luke was going to tell someone he just met about his upbringing and especially about being in prison for a year. He looked at her while she brushed the mustang. "I was planning to go out west to a horse ranch when I happened to meet your father. Since I am between jobs and your father seemed like a right nice man, I told him I would help him out for a few weeks and see how it went. If I don't like it or he wants me to leave then I will be on my way west."

Her blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight that was streaming through the open doors as he continued. "I grew up in another county and have worked on a number of horse ranches that needed an extra hand." He hoped that she would not question him further and want specific details. While he could tell her names and dates of the ranches he worked on, he preferred not to mention them to this relatively unknown person.

Just when he finished speaking, he heard a car pull into the gravel drive. He felt relieved that the inquest would be put on hold for a while. "Sounds like your dad's truck," he said walking to the door. He looked back at the young blonde and saw her staring at his muscles exposed where he did not button the shirt. He smiled at her and then said, "Better go help with the packages your mom and dad have in the pickup."

As he walked to the truck he felt the presence of the young woman behind him and wondered who she was dating. Whoever it was they were a lucky man. Just then he heard her yell to her mom and dad as they slowly got out of the truck.

Sarah caught those warm dark eyes and immediately puuuuur inside, especially when he spoke. He had a distinct accent but it wasn’t too strong or to country-obvious. It was refreshing after 3 long weeks talking to obnoxious city boys. She was also relief that Luke was much older than those beach boys; no annoying raging hormones. They were actually talking without him trying to get in her pants between every sentence. Not that she would mind, but it wouldn’t be right. Right?

“I was planning to go out west to a horse ranch when I happened to meet your father. Since I am between jobs and your father seemed like a right nice man, I told him I would help him out for a few weeks and see how it went. If I don't like it or he wants me to leave then I will be on my way west.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Yup, that’s Da for you. Full of hospitality. Even to those damn jerks,” she muttered the last words.

The thought of the previous horrible caretakers boiled her blood. Like Luke, Da took them in off the street, gave roof over their heads, fed them and treated them like family. They didn’t ask for much in return, just to help around the ranch. She would rather them be lazy or even just wait for hand-outs instead of lying to his face and mistreating Cherry and other animals. She would kick all their asses if she could. Those damn bastards. You are lowest type of losers when you mistreat helpless and defenseless creatures.

Sarah shook those bad memories off as she turned to face Luke. Her brow raised with a leery expression. “Wait. So you won’t be here for long term?” she questioned with disappointment.

“I grew up in another county and have worked on a number of horse ranches that needed an extra hand.”

She placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight on the opposite leg. “Well this ranch desperately needs extra hands. So I hope this is the “wild wild west” that you’re looking for.” Luke already impressed her, not simply from that shirtless tease but from how he handled Cherry from earlier.

Their eyes locked for short seconds again before he headed off to confirm her parents’ arrival. She subconsciously bit her bottom lips as she watched his tight and firm behind. Thank God her gaze traveled up his chest again when he turned back to her.

He smiled at her and then said, “Better go help with the packages your mom and dad have in the pickup.” Her throat knotted by his smile and all she could do was to nod.

Sarah followed behind the stud until her parents were within reach. “Da! Mum!” She sprinted pass him and flew into her mother’s open arms.

“Welcome home, sugar plum,” the petite white-haired woman greeted. “Did you have fun? You didn’t go too crazy right? What did you do? Are the other girls back home safely? So I see you’ve meet the new helper, Luke huh? Did you see how Cherry is slowly but surely opening up to him? Are those your bags by the door? How did the beetle get so dirty?”

The questions continued even after they broke their hugs and now Sarah embraced her father, who planted a big smooch on her cheek, took off her cowboy hat, and gave her a noogie like she was still a little kid.

“Ellie. Ellie. Questions later,” his low voice demanded. “We need to get these groceries inside. Luke, would you give us a hand please?” He pulled down the latch of the truck, which revealed mountain high of brown bags. Due to the ranch’s isolated location, it was normal for them to stock up on a month worth of food. They had 2 big additional freezers in the house.

“Let’s go Mum. I missed your homemade sweet tea.” Sarah locked arms with her mom and the two headed into the house. They headed straight to the kitchen where Sarah leaned over the bar counter while her mom served up a big frosty mug filled with family-recipe sweet tea. She was already down the drink before her mom filled a couple more mugs for the others, who just joined them with handful of brown bags.

Sarah's question was still ringing in his ears as she bolted past him to greet her parents. “Well this ranch desperately needs extra hands. So I hope this is the “wild wild west” that you’re looking for.” He smiled as he watched her run in her tight jeans, with no discernible jiggle in her ass cheeks.

Luke let out a small laugh as Mrs. Richardson bombarded her daughter with question after question without taking a breath. "I see where she gets it from," he laughed as he strolled to the dusty truck. From the look on Mr. Richardson's face, Luke could tell that he had grown to accept this trait from the Richardson women. "Maybe that is what drove the boys off the ranch," he joked to himself as Mr. Richardson asked him to help with the bags.

Luke enjoyed watching the young Sarah stroll with her mother up to the house to get some sweet tea. The way her hips swayed back and forth he would have sworn it was meant for him. When he walked into the house and saw Sarah leaning over the counter, her ass seemingly inviting a nice swat, he set the bags on the counter next to her. "Think you can handle putting these things away." he joked.

He didn't give her time to respond as he turned on his heels and headed out the door to retrieve more groceries. As he carried the last four bags in his arms, he wondered how mean the past helpers had been. It must have been bad if Sarah bad-mouthed them so freely. Mr. Richardson walked next him carrying a few bags. "Luke you will have to excuse my daughter. She has taken after her mother ..... asking question after question and not letting anyone get a word in edgewise."

"That's perfectly fine Mr. Richardson. When I was in the barn taking care of Cherry, I met her and she immediately started asking question. Don't apologize for her, she seems like a right nice girl."

When they got to the kitchen, Luke saw Sarah trying to put a large can on the top shelf of the cupboard. It was evident she was having some difficulty as she was standing on her toes and still unable to get the can on the shelf. Luke quickly walked to her, leaning over her backside. "Whoa there little filly. Don't hurt yourself. Let me help with that," he said as his body pressed against her back.

Luke felt a slight twinge in his body as their bodies pressed together for a moment. Thoughts crossed his mind but he quickly dispelled as he easily slid the large can onto the top shelf. When he backed off, he saw Sarah look at him and he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. Whatever it was she remained silent as her mother exclaimed that they needed to drink their sweet tea.

The four of them stood around the counter listening to Sarah tell all about her adventures on vacation. Luke had never had the opportunity to take a vacation like the one she was describing. When Sarah finally had to take a break from her rapid-fire speaking, Luke spoke to her dad.

"Mr. Richardson the fence out in the south range needs tending. I was planning to leave early tomorrow morning, about six, and try to get it fixed by mid-day. You are more than welcome to come with me if you are up to it." He looked at the two women sipping there tea and wondered if Sarah had ever mended a fence.

Sarah heard the door opening while she went for a refill. She found herself deliberately shifting her weight between her legs and perked her ass higher. She stopped when Luke came up to her and teased, “think you can handle putting these things away.”

She gave a playful glare back, as if to say how-dare-you-question-me. She started to put the perishable into the cabinets regardless. Her mom continued the rain of questions and she happily answered every single one of them. She stretched for the top shelf with a large can of tomato. She muttered to herself, “Almost ther-.”

“Whoa there little filly. Don’t hurt yourself. Let me help with that,” his voice interrupted her thought as his body came up to hers.

His chest pressed against her back and pinned her tighter against the cabinet. She took in his musky aroma and let out a low whimper. She swore he had strategically plan where his body completely shielded hers. Her legs and hips fit snugly between his while he planted a hand on her shoulder and the other reached high. His long muscular arm synchronized with hers and pushed both her hand and the can into the shelving.

He had a firm grip on her shoulder but gentle enough that it wasn’t hurtful. Goosebumps ignited and shot through her boy from his finger tips. She exhaled deeply and secretly wished this to never end. Her body was fragile against his. She seemed helpless and weak, yet something was arousing about that. She liked to be man-handle and she had no doubt Luke overpowered her multiple folds. The wonderful and fun things this position possess if they were going to take a step further, which made her completely forgot that they just meet few hours ago.

When the task was completed, Luke grabbed by of her shoulders in his hands and gave it a strong nudge as if to say that’s-how-it-suppose-to-be-done.

Sarah looked up at him over her shoulder and stuttered, “Tha. Thanks.” For a split second, their lips are only inches away. She felt her breath bounced off his as she spoke. Thank God for her mother’s voice in the back that brought her mind back to reality. She was glad to have her parents there; they were her insanity check and kept her doing something blunt and stupid like jumping on the new stud.

The four of them stood around the counter and Sarah was more than happy to talk about her fun times at the beach. She told them all the activities they done, the pg-rated ones of course, the food they ate and the silly things that people do there. She was beaming with happiness and energy. Her voice raised higher as she talked. She was getting more excited by the seconds as she recalled the good times; she could go on forever.

She didn’t mind though when Luke interjected about the fence work. “You are more than welcome to come with me if you are up to it.”

“Oh no, son. He’s stay back,” the lady of the house answered for her husband before he could. She added, “Your back haven’t completely heal. You’re not riding out there and do any heavy lifting.”

“But, Ellie,” the old man tried to reason, “that job requires more than one person. My back is all good now.”

“Thomas Henry Richardson, you’re not going. The doctor said if you hurt your back again, you’ll be in crutches or wheel chair for the rest of your life.”

“I’ll go with him,” Sarah chimed in before the debate got too heated. She turned to Luke for confirmation, “six right?” She quickly added when he had a deer look on his face, “I might not look like it but I’ve been around this ranch way longer than you have. I got some mad skills,” she added playfully.

Luke was a bit stunned when Ellie spoke up vehemently about Mr. Robinson and his bad back. She evidently didn't know about him and Luke in the barn throwing the heavy bales of hay around for the horses. He looked at them and knew in an instant, the Mrs. was not about to let her man go out into the south range and help.

He was also stunned when Sarah spoke up, telling them, “I’ll go with him. six right? I might not look like it but I’ve been around this ranch way longer than you have. I got some mad skills." Looking at her now with her tight jeans and shirt tied up around her midriff, exposing her soft skin didn't exactly give him the impression that she could handle the work. But then again he reasoned; she had two brothers and he was sure she had to carry her weight sometimes doing heavy labor.

Mr. Robinson laughed at his expression. "Don't worry Luke we had Sarah out working in the fields since she this high," he said putting his hand to his waist. Besides it is a two man job and Ellie here will make sure I tow the line at least tomorrow.

Ellie told the men to go check on the horses and her and Sarah would get supper ready. As they turned to leave the house, Luke looked back at Sarah and saw a smile on her face. It was the smile of someone who had won and argument. He took another look up and down her slim body not hiding the fact that he was sizing her up.

As they checked on the horses, Luke was reassured by Mr. Robinson that Sarah could take care of herself out on the range. He had taught her to work along side the boys and for the most part she could handle the work with the exception of heavy lifting. While Thomas talked about his daughter, Luke's thoughts were of her and him pressed against the counter. He could still feel her ass pressing against his hips. It her parents weren't there he knew he would have wrapped his arms around her to feel her young breasts and pull her back against him.

His thoughts were interrupted when the bell rang for supper. Luke and Thomas finished their chores and walked quickly to the house. Ellie and Sarah had prepared a large meal which according to Ellie they need the energy for their work tomorrow.

Afterwards Ellie told Sarah to get unpacked and get some sleep. Luke also excused himself and retreated to the bunk house. As he lay on his bed, his thoughts were centered around the young woman who made an impression on him. As he fell asleep, he wondered what tomorrow would bring. Would she really be able to help him mend the fence?

The rest of the evening went smoothly. They ate dinner, shared some more stories and mingled. Sarah was her normal self, talkative and silly, as if they were a big family for ages. They didn’t have any guards up just because there was a guest. They were very open and inclusive Luke. She did notice, however, he was very conservative. He talked and laughed, but he wasn’t very sharing about himself. That intrigued Sarah, but she didn’t press for any information since he barely knew them anyways.

Sarah retreated to her room on the second floor after dinner. She unpacked before she took a hot shower. Her private bathroom quickly filled with steam while she stood directly underneath the shower head. The hot water pricked her skin and penetrated her flesh like little needles, which eased the tight knots on her muscle. It felt amazing; the warmth, the heat, the steam... it almost felt like Luke was behind her again.

Those muscular arms wrapped around her. His hot breath brushed on her neck. His callus hand traced up her naked abdomen until it reached the bottom arch of her breasts. His fingers traced underneath it before he grabbed onto the bottom half. The hand kneaded from one to the other and gently pulled on the nipple once or twice. She let out a low moan-.

“Where’s the dirty cloth? I’m doing laundry,” her mother’s voice screamed through the door.

“Um... Ugh. It’s the pile by the bed,” she stuttered and felt embarrass to find her own hand fondling her breasts. She then chuckled at her own desperation and decided tonight wasn’t the night. She finished up quickly and exited the bathroom with a white silk robe. She pranced around her room to dry her hair, moisturize her face and other nightly chores; didn’t notice or gave a second thought about the curtains were completely open and it looked directly over the bunk house. She disrobed to put her pj on before turned all the lights out and hopped onto the bed.

She laid and thought about tomorrow, which should be interesting. She smiled at the thought about more shirtless Luke. That tanned smooth chest, the well defined biceps, the washboard stomach, that luscious lips. A sigh escaped her just to think about. She stared at the clock and wished time could go a bit faster...

They were together in the kitchen, naked and full of lust. Sarah was leaning against the counter smiling and beckoning Luke to come to her. He drank in her youthful beauty, seeing the ripe breasts fall and rise with each breath. The slim hips were inviting as she shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for him to press his body against hers.

And she was looking at him as if she had never seen a naked man before, her eyes glued to his body, roaming up and down his strong muscular form, smiling as she gazed upon his thick cock.

When he got to her, they embraced and he moaned as her hands sought and found his manhood, gently stroking it as they kissed hard and passionately. His calloused hands found her breasts, massaging and squeezing them as she whimpered in passion.

He felt his breathing quicken as she lovingly stroked him to full hardness. The feeling was unbearable as he had not had another woman in a long time and this young filly was making his blood boil. Her hand motions quickened and soon he found himself on the verge of losing control.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER," he heard Thomas scream at the top of his lungs.

Luke woke in a cold sweat as the luscious dream of Sarah ended. His breathing was shallow and hard and his cock was thick and standing at full mast. "Ohhh fuck what the hell just happened," he muttered getting out of bed. Looking at the clock he saw it was 2:10 am. He looked up at the bright moon illuminating the ranch house where Sarah was no doubt sleeping like a baby.

He walked to the outside shower not thinking if anyone could see him. Mr. Robinson had installed an outside shower some time back supposedly so men could shower before they entered the bunk house. Luke got used to using the outdoor shower rather than the larger indoor one and now without thinking turned on the water to help ease his sexual tension. Soon his erection subsided and he felt refreshed enough to try and get some much needed sleep.

After he got cooled off, he toweled off next to the building before going back to bed. As he opened the door he looked at the ranch house and thought he saw some movement in an upstairs window. Thinking it was just his imagination he went back to bed trying to at least get a few hours of sleep.

The alarm woke him and he struggled to open his eyes as a new day dawned. He thought of the dream he had last night and chuckled, "you should be so lucky." Walking up to the main house, he saw Ellie in the kitchen making breakfast. Like on a ranch starts with a hearty breakfast and Luke relished in the feast Ellie prepared for him.

"Where's Sarah," he asked as he gobbled down his food.

"She is still getting ready," Mr. Robinson said as he raised a forkful of biscuits and gravy to his lips. "Don't worry none Luke. She will be ready to go when you have the horses saddled and the barbed wire loaded.

"I'm sure you know your daughter well Thomas but the day is starting and we have a long ride ahead of us. I'm going to get things loaded so we are ready to when she is." Luke got up and thanked Ellie the way he did every morning and walked to the barn to prepare for the day.

Sarah twisted and turned under the cover while she tried to force herself to sleep. Those odd hours at the beach were catching up with her. She was still out partying at this late hours for the past 3 weeks. They hopped around bars, danced in lively clubs and drank heavily until sunrise. Her body hadn’t adjust to the normal 10 pm bed time for an early raise. She was struggling. Not even the sounds from the wild animals and nature echoes were helping; they were her lullaby for many nights before.

She found those noises quiet annoying tonight and tried her hardest to zone them out. Then suddenly a strange yet familiar sound joined the dead night. “Is that shower coming from outside?” she muttered and tiptoed over to the window. She saw a dark silhouette standing underneath the outdoor shower head and immediately recognized those well built upper body. She gasped and hid behind the curtain out of auto-reflex when she noticed Luke was completely naked. She slowly peeped through the window again with her eyes glued to his every movement. She loved every minute of it especially when he dried himself. She got a full bird-view of his front. It was a bit too dark to see everything but still well enough to raise her curiosity.

Sarah eventually returned to bed and finally dozed off. What seems like only minutes later, the alarm went off. She grumpily slammed the clock and slowly got out of bed. She headed straight to the shower before she threw on an overall and a t-shirt. There was a lot of cover but the cloth hugged her body snugly. She braided her hair into too pig tails and didn’t even bother with make-up even though she usually didn’t wear much anyways. She took longer than she wanted, but she moved as quickly as she could. It was pretty amazing that she was functional with only 2 hours of sleep at waking up at 5 am.

By the time she ended up in the kitchen, her parents already finished their breakfast and Luke was not with them. “Goo. Good more. Ning,” she greeted between her yawns. “Is Luke not here yet?”

Her father chuckled. “He’s an early raiser unlike our little sleepy princess here. He headed to the barn to get ready.”

“So you better eat up,” the old lady suggested.

Sarah managed to down the eggs, sausage and some pancakes before Luke rejoined them. He had this smirk on his face while he tapped his wrist, pointing out her lateness. She stuck her tongue out at him. “Patient is a virtual my dear,” she snarled back playfully. She took a big gulp of orange juice before darted out the door. She looked back through the screen door, “Come on slowly poke.”

Luke had the horses packed and saddled, ready for the long day. He looked at his watch and saw the time was 6:10 am and no Sarah in sight. He headed back to the house and saw her sitting in the kitchen wolfing down her breakfast. He smiled thinking she overslept and now was trying to hurry with her breakfast.

He walked into the kitchen, smiling at Ellie and Thomas. Sarah turned to see the smirk on his face as he tapped his wrist, pointing out her lateness. "The sun has been up for awhile and we have a long way to go this morning. I suggest you hurry if you don't want to be left behind," he said as she pushed her chair back and stood up.

Luke took in her overalls and tee shirt underneath that did little to hide her breasts. He was a bit surprised by the overalls as most ranchers wore jeans and shirts rather than bib overalls. But he had to admit she did fill out the overalls very nicely and thoughts of his dreams last night wafted through his brain.

He laughed when she stuck out her tongue, saying playfully wiht a wide smile, “Patience is a virtual my dear.” Then before he could move, she was out the door yelling to him, “Come on slowly poke.”

Luke turned to Ellie and Thomas, laughing as he shrugged his shoulders. "Seems Ms. Sarah wants to get started. You must have put something extra special in her breakfast Ellie."

The two sat at the table and laughed at his comment. "Just take it easy on her Luke. She is a rambunctious girl and sometimes she bites off more than she can chew," Thomas said.

"Don't worry I'll make sure she behaves. I have a feeling Sarah is going to be one very tired and sore girl when we get back this evening." Luke tipped his hat and then smiled as he turned toward the door.

He found Sarah at the horses, ready to go. "I mounted up Cherry for you Sarah. I think she needs a good work out and it seemed that yesterday you and her took to each other again. I loaded all the supplies on ole George and I'll ride Lighting. Ole George was a older horse and about all he was good for was a pack animal. He had seen his day and Mr. Robertson didn't have the heart to put him out of his misery. Lighting on the other hand was a new stallion Luke tamed when he first arrived. His white coat and silver mane shown brillantly in the morning sun now rising higer in the eastern sky.

"We had better hit the trail Sarah if we want to be back for supper." As she slipped easily onto Cherry's back and kicked his flanks, he wondered how she would hold up under the hot sun and hard work to fix the fence in the south range.