Cowboy Quickie

The bell above the door jingled, and Georgia slumped in her seat.

So close to closing time. They’d probably come to do their entire weekly shopping and she’d be stuck here till late, and miss the beginning of Belle’s party.

But when she glanced up to see a cowboy; complete with tall boots, arse-hugging jeans, and cowboy hat hope rose in her chest.

Fucking a cowboy was on her bucket list of things to do before she settled down.

When he turned and sparkling blue eyes met hers her heart fluttered.

“G’day.” He flashed a grin, setting down some milk and bread and a several packets of chips on the counter.

“G’day yourself.” Georgia scanned his items. “Got a busy evening ahead of you?

“Nah. Just heading home to the boys.”

“Boys? You got kids?”

He laughed, a deep chuckle that set her heart racing. “God no. My flat mates. Will probably just have a few beers and watch the footy.”

“You a real cowboy?”

He grinned. “Got a horse named Pumpernickel, a ranch and all. Well, the ranch is my fathers, not mine. And while I love the work, I can’t stand to live with my old man, so I live in town and drive out every morning.”

She put his groceries in a bag. “Fifteen dollars.”

He passed her the cash, but Georgia didn’t want to let him go just yet.

“You got a girlfriend?”

He glanced up at her. “No.”

“Then how about you let me lock up and you join me out back for a quickie?”

His eyes gleamed. “For real?”

She grinned. “I’ve always wanted to be ridden by a cowboy, haven’t had the opportunity so far.”

“Right.”

“Names Georgia, by the way.”

“Tom.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom.”

Georgia locked up and led the way to the back room. As soon as the door was closed behind her she turned and grabbed at his crotch, pleased to find he was already hard.

“Right.” She stepped out of her knickers and pulled herself up to sit on the bench, where she spread her legs. “You any good at oral?”

He eyes her up and down, licking his lips before dropping to his knees. He kissed her knee, first, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses all the way to her cleft.

He brushed a thumb over her clit, making her whole body jolt, and then slid a finger back and forth across her lips before sliding it inside, just as his tongue met her clit.

“Ooh.” She moaned, running her fingers through his hair. “Damn, that’s good.”

He continued at a steady pace, his tongue doing most of the work. Georgia lent back on one arm, her head thrown back as pleasure spiralled inside.

“Fuck, that’s good, I don’t have all night.” She pushed him away. “Let me see that cock.”

He stood, releasing his cock so it slapped against her thigh.

“Fuck.” She reached out to stroke it, longer and thicker than any she’d seen before. “Hope you know how to use that thing.”

He grinned, leaning over her on the table as he pressed against her opening. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he eased his way in, closing her eyes to focus on the sensations in her groin.

“Damn,” she muttered.

“That all right?” he asked.

“More than all right.” She met his gaze. “That feels amazing.”

“Good.”

He pulled her to him, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her neck, as he thrust, slowly at first.

His hands grabbed her breasts, kneading and squeezing. She clung to him as his thrusts increased in speed, the whole table jerking back and forth beneath them.

Finally she came, and he pulled out, spraying come all over the inside of her skirt.

“Shit, sorry.”

She shrugged. “It’ll wash.”

She found some paper towel to mop up the mess, as he pulled his jeans back up and zipped up his fly.

“You do this often?” he asked.

Georgia shrugged. “I have a list.”

“A list?”

“Yeah. Cowboy, fireman, biker. I’d like to say I’ve tried them all before I settle down.”

“Right.” He paused. “So if I come in my firefighting gear next time we can have another go?”

She raised a brow. “You’re also a firefighter?”

“Volunteer. Got to be. Can’t afford to have paid firies out this way, there’d be nothing for ’em to do most of the time. We train once a month and are on call the rest of the time.”

Georgia grinned. “You come in in your gear and we can definitely do this again.”

“Great. I’ll look forward to it.”

“You and me both.”

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