Ever seen a REAL Cowboy? I’m not talkin’ about the dress up dudes, in their high polished leather boots and perfectly blocked Stetsons. No, I’m talking about those long and lean fellows, whose mud caked spurs jingle and scrape on the parking lot cement, wearing work worn jeans.
You must know by now, I live in the Lone Star State, in a city where the cowboys still tip their hats and hold the door – and best of all- I know where they shop. This Spring I seem to have gravitated to a new store for my gardening supplies. Berrenger’s Farm Supply is a veritable wealth of not just healthy plants, but has eye candy is to die for and a HUGE selection of riding tack, for my more kinky needs.
Isle after isle, there’s rope by the yard, Vet wrap, barbed- wire, bits, and more riding crops that you can shake a stick at. One tasty young man who seems to always be there to help the “pretty lady” no matter which department I’m wandering in, blushes like a girl, when I say his name.
Jack is his name. Jack is one of those names that can speak volumes, depending on tone and inflection. Jack-of-all-trades. Jackhammer. Jackie boy. He is all of those things I can tell. Blushing when I get an inch too close and call him Jackie boy. Quick to finish up with his customer, and scurry to reach a birdhouse from a too high shelf for me, I love watching his sweet young ass – walking away.
Last week, when I called him Jackhammer, he finally got the nerve to ask if I ever went to the local western bar for the Thursday BBQ Dinner. It was so cute – how his head dipped down to stare down at his boots, when I said I could slam down some ribs.
When I heard the sound of Roy’s keys jingling in the next isle, and took that moment to let the fellow collect himself and watch my still pert ass, sashay over to the hardware department. Giggling just a little bit as I found my darling slut husband, and wrapped my arms around him I whispered- Baby, I still got it. Looking over my shoulder he spies my cowboy fan, and slaps my ass and says, nuzzling my ear – and you always will.
It was clear where we were going to be dining on Thursday next, and what I really hoped was going to be on the menu.
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