Chapter One
Amy pulled her old, battered Escort into the gravel parking lot of the roadside bar
and pool hall. Turning off the ignition, she leaned her head wearily against the headrest
and watched disinterestedly as patrons came and went from the noisy establishment. Roughly
ten miles outside Wyoming’s big metropolis, Cheyenne, the parking lot was filled with
pickup trucks and cowboys and not for the first time she wondered how the hell a big city
girl such as herself ended up in the middle of nowhere. At twenty four, her life had never
been easy, but the past two years, ever since she had been on the run, had been the
loneliest time of her life. Growing up in New York City, first as a child in foster care,
then as a runaway on the streets, there had always been people around and she simply
hadn’t adjusted to the wide open emptiness of the Midwest. Still, she thought with her
usual optimism, she could adjust to anything, as she had proven to herself over and over
again.
A large black truck pulled into the lot, drawing her attention. Everything about
the vehicle was enormous from the tires to the cab to the man getting out from behind the
wheel. Amy sat up, her exhaustion from being on the road for ten hours a day the last
three days forgotten as her pussy dampened with instant lust. Broad shoulders filled out a
black tee shirt tucked into tight jeans that hugged an incredible ass. As the tall
stranger walked towards the entrance, the lights picked up the sun streaked strands in his
brown, wavy hair and showed a rugged, handsome profile. It had been over a year since she
had been with a man, but, since she had never climaxed with a lover before, that didn’t
necessarily mean anything to her. It was her body’s instant response to the stranger that
had her weaving fantasies that only heightened her lustful awareness, making her wonder
what it would be like to spend an hour between the sheets with a man like that.
Another truck pulled into the spot next to his and when the driver joined him it
was obvious they knew each other. Through her open window, Amy could hear their deep
voices and smell the pungent odor of the cigars they had lit up. The second man didn’t
entice her nearly as much as the first. Her nipples stiffened as she heard him chuckle,
his voice deep and friendly. The muscles in his arm bulged with the simple movement of
bringing the cigar to his mouth making her wonder what it would be like to be held
against, under or over such a large, hard body.
There were occasional times while living on the streets, that she had been reduced
to trading sexual favors to avoid eviction or to get food. They consisted of quick
blowjobs or clumsy couplings with older men who drank too much and could barely sustain an
erection, let alone give her an orgasm. The rare incidents were over quickly and just as
quickly forgotten. If she had ever been lucky enough to snag a john that looked like this
man, she knew the memory would have been with her to this day.
Raucous laughter spilled out of the doorway as the two tossed their smokes and
entered the bar, leaving her frustrated in more ways than one. She had intended to just
stop and grab a quick bite to eat before heading in to Cheyenne and finding a room, but
now she desperately needed to relieve the ache between her legs, something she was very
good at. Luckily, she was parked at the far end of the lot, in the dark. Undoing her
jeans, she scooted down in the seat and with practiced ease slid two fingers into her
sopping cunt. She couldn’t remember ever being this wet over a guy, especially one she had
only eyed briefly. Her invading fingers made a loud sucking noise, which only excited her
further. Arching into her hand, she reveled in the warm, slick feel of her inner walls as
her thumb grazed her swollen clit. Reaching under her shirt with her other hand, she
rubbed her naked, unbound breasts before pinching her nipples hard. The slight pain set
her off and she cried out as she thrust against her pumping fingers. The feel of her pussy
clenching tightly around them, trying to hold them in, left her gasping as the orgasm
burst upon her. Her body shook with the pleasure as she withdrew from her pussy slowly,
rubbing her juices over her bare lips as she soothed herself while continuing to lightly
rub her now aching nipples. She smiled to herself as she caught her breath. She always did
tend to pinch them too hard during climax, leaving them sore and aching for hours, a
constant reminder of her pleasure.
Usually she spent hours lying around naked and stroking her body, but she didn’t
have that luxury sitting in a parking lot. Reluctantly, she righted her clothing and
checked herself in the rearview mirror. Other than her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes,
there was nothing to reveal she had just given herself an explosive orgasm in her car, so
she felt safe at not drawing any unwanted attention. It was already past seven and she
was now even hungrier than before she had let herself get swept away by a fine looking ass
and broad shoulders. Heading inside, she wondered if she would be able to find her cowboy
and if seeing him again would have the same effect on her. Somehow she doubted it. She
chalked up her quick and unusual attraction to being horny, tired and hungry. She had
taken care of the first problem, now to see to the other two.
The bar was crowded, noisy and smoky, yet people were friendly and polite as she
made her way to a small corner table. In New York, bars and clubs were filled on Friday
nights, such as this one, but the people weren’t nearly as open and friendly.
“What can I get ya?” a bleached blond waitress asked as she placed a menu in front
of her with three entrees listed.
Amy smiled. She had struggled to put herself through eighteen months of culinary
school and had been a chef at one of New York’s finest restaurants, but her personal
tastes ran towards greasy, throw on the grill foods such as the burger, ribs and chicken
listed in front of her. “A double cheeseburger, fries and coke please,” she ordered, her
stomach rumbling loudly in anticipation.
Slim eyebrows rose in surprise. “Where do you put it, honey?”
Amy laughed, having heard that comment numerous times. “I must have a great
metabolism.”
Shaking her head ruefully, the waitress left to put in Amy’s order, her swaying
hips and short black skirt getting a lot of attention and more than a few compliments. Her
back against the wall, Amy had a good view of the bar and eagerly searched for her cowboy.
It only took seconds to find him at the far end standing several inches taller than his
friends and wielding a pool stick. She was surprised to discover her reaction was as
immediate and intense as before. Her pussy seemed to have forgotten the nice orgasm she
had just indulged in. Smiling inwardly, she enjoyed again the feel of damp juices coating
her slick lips and wetting her panties. Her still tender nipples hardened as she watched
him run a large hand slowly down the cue stick, imagining it caressing her bare skin in
the same way.
“Got your eye on one already?” the perky waitress asked as she plunked down her
meal.
“It’s always fun to fantasize, isn’t it?”
“Reality is just as much fun.”
Amy wrinkled her nose in disagreement. “Not in my experience. This looks and smells
wonderful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. And, honey, if your experience is that lacking, try one of these
boys. They’ll treat you right and give you a ride you won’t soon forget.”
Amy laughed, wishing that were true. “My days of picking up strange men are long
over,” she admitted before taking a big bite of her burger. At least she would be able to
sate one appetite, she thought as she savored the surprisingly tasty meat.
“I can vouch for most of these guys. Which one you eyeballin?”
Amy nodded towards the corner. “The tall one, black shirt and killer smile.”
The waitress smiled knowingly. “You sure do aim high. That’s RJ. Him and Gary, his
foreman, are in town for the livestock auction. If you get up the nerve to go after that
one, you won’t be sorry. Nice guy, great to look at and, from what I’ve heard, he can go
all night.”
“You don’t have firsthand knowledge?” Amy asked, nibbling on a thick, hot fry.
“Don’t I wish. But I have my own great guy at home and I don’t stray. Strictly
heresy, but I’ve heard it from several women over the past few years.” Someone hollered
from the bar, getting her attention. “Duty calls. Enjoy your meal.”
Amy ate her meal and watched RJ as he beat several opponents at pool. She couldn’t
believe she was actually contemplating approaching him. For someone who had a juvenile
record for both shoplifting and solicitation, she was reluctant to approach a stranger for
anything. She had never considered her actions as a teenager as wrong, they were simply
necessary to survive. Once she finished school and landed the chef’s job, she had stayed
on the moral straight and narrow, and even doing that, she had ended up with the wrong
person and fleeing another crime she had been forced to commit in order to survive. Come
Monday, she would be stuck on a ranch in the middle of bumfuck Wyoming for at least a
year, according to her contract. She wanted, needed, some excitement, some release, before
that.
Amy left payment for her meal with the ticket, and shored up her resolve as she
slowly made her way through the crowd. Her waitress saw her and gave her a thumbs up,
giving her the encouragement she needed to approach RJ.
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