“Some people pretend to like what they see only to try to change it with time.” There was something in her eyes when she looked at me that told me there was more to this particular story.
“The ex?” She didn’t answer but she didn’t need to. I’m not sure how much tolerance I’m gonna have for that shit. I’m thinking one hard fuck ought to do that shit. Knock his ass right outta her head.
I steered clear of anything having to do with him and her together and stuck to what it was that she wanted to do now. She was a trained interpreter but there isn’t much use for that around these parts.
I wasn’t worried though, I have more than enough money to support her. Not that she was broke, from what little I gathered she had an inheritance from her paternal grandfather and she’d done okay in the divorce. Her thing was being bored.
“How are you with animals?” I’d come back home to take over the family ranch. Dad was getting up there in age and he and mom wanted to travel the world for a while. As their only son I was given the choice of taking over or letting them sell. But since the place has been in my family for so long, there was no way I could let that happen.
“It’s been a while since I’ve spent any real time around them, but I always had horses when I was younger. Why?” I was caught up watching her enjoy her burger.
I don’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier than the way she dug into that shit with relish. Shit made my dick hard. I guess I’ve developed a food fetish now. Either that or it has been way too long since I fucked.
“I came back home to take over the family ranch. Not much need for an interpreter around there but I’m sure we can find something for you to do to keep you busy.”
“That sounds like fun. Grandma was worried that I’d get bored and run back home.” She and me both. “Why don’t I take you out to the ranch when we’re done here so you can have a look around?”
“Okay!” I noticed that she got more and more excited the more relaxed she became. Those
little smiles came more often and I doubt she even noticed when I put a handful of fries on her plate, or that she’d eaten half of them before she realized it.
I purposely ordered a slice of cake for dessert with two forks, just in case she didn’t get the message that I loved all her curves. What better way to show her than by feeding her whatever the fuck she wants.
By the time I paid up and took her hand to walk out of there she was like a whole new person. I’m not saying she was ready to fuck, but she was no longer tense and there was a new sparkle in her eye.
I know I had her grandmother to thank for melting the ice before I even went to pick her up. The old woman had sung my praises apparently and you can’t ask for a better recommendation if you ask me.
Maybe that’s why by the time we made it out to the ranch she was acting more like someone who was interested than a shy little lamb who had to be wary of the big bad wolf.
Her eyes lit up when she saw the corral with the horses running around and she went right over as soon as I let her down out the truck. “You wanna go for a ride?”
“Can I?” She looked about as excited as a kid on Xmas morning.
“Sure you can. Let me choose a tame mare for you though, these ones here are still being trained.” Of course she fell in love with my favorite filly, who came over to play. But she wasn’t broken in yet.
That got me to thinking about breaking her in in my bed and my mind was off to the races again. I’d say I made good progress this afternoon but I knew she was nowhere near ready to fuck.
That’s a twisted quirk of nature, or maybe it’s society. I knew within seconds that I wanted to get balls deep inside her, meanwhile it’s gonna take her a little longer. Not too long though, because I’m not down with that shit.
I saddled up the calmest mare in the stables for her and chose my prize stallion for myself. I hadn’t had much opportunities to ride out in L.A. but since I came back I’ve damn near moved into the saddle.
The shit comes naturally to me and I saw after helping her mount up that it was much the same with her. We rode out to the back forty, away from the house and stables and the working men.