Cowgirls and Almond Stuffed Olives  

rm_putt675 50M
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4/12/2006 11:24 am

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Cowgirls and Almond Stuffed Olives

Who thought something so simple as walking into a cowboy bar and ordering a Martini could get so interesting? “A Martini?” she says. “We don’t have many people order them in this bar, and with almond stuffed olives no less.” You reply they are your favorite, and please make it as dry as possible. “Just wave the vermouth bottle over the glass and that will be more than enough.” She smiles, and laughs, as most women do when they meet you.

She is tall, and gorgeous, with breasts that I know you would just die to get your mouth on. Her jeans are tight, low riders, and when she bends down we both can see her little, red g-string sticking out over the top. As with most of the women we have seen this weekend, she is wearing cowboy boots, black with little silver tips. Her t-shirt is an old Harley-Davidson one from somewhere in Texas, it is sleeveless, and she has ripped it down the center to show off her god-given assets. Is it cold in here? Not to me, but her nipples are standing straight out. So, either she is freezing, or the sight of you walking in her bar has done something to her.

“My name is Nikki,” she says by way of introduction. Don’t think she heard my name, much less remembers it, but I know she will never forget yours. Never in my life have I had such wonderful attention from a bartender. It is just residual service, a perk of drinking with you. You and she talked, smiled, and exchanged whispered secrets all night. Her perfume smells wonderful, and you have said so on a couple of occasions.

“Last call,” our new friend tells us. Driving a car right now for me is out of the question, and I have the feeling you are looking for a ride from a sober friend. “You guys can’t drive, and my car is just outside.” Thankfully the cowgirl bartender doesn’t want to see us fall off our horses. “My place is not far away, let’s go hang out for awhile, and I will do some catching up.”

Walking to her car, contact between the two of you was made instantly. Touching, holding hands, pressing your faces to each other every chance you get. At her place the two of you share one of the most passionate kisses I have ever seen. She is making drinks at the counter, and you slide up behind her, to wrap your arms around her. She is just an inch shorter than you, so you are at the perfect height to embrace her right at shoulder level. Your arms slide down around her waist as you begin to kiss her neck and nibble on her ears. Her eyes close, and I can hear her softly moaning, enjoying your feminine touch. It doesn’t take a genius to realize the bartender is done making drinks tonight.

To her, I hand a shot of Patron and to you I give the salt and the lime. You salt your tongue, and share a kiss that looks like both of you feel it in your toes. Down goes the tequila, and she takes the lime from your mouth with her teeth. She asks for another one and we repeat the process. However, this time, each of you linger just a little bit longer during each step.

She turns away from you to put down the glass, the salt, and the lime. Once again you are behind her, this time rubbing your hands on her thighs, making your way to her belly. You unbutton her jeans, and she is wearing 501’s so you take your time with each button. Maybe you are teasing, maybe you are just reveling in the moment of anticipation, or soaking in the memories you two are creating.

“You are so wet,” you say. One hand has gone down her jeans and into her g-string, as the other is up her shirt. She responds that it has been a very long time since anyone has made her feel as good as you are right now. I watch her sway and push her hips back into you, wanting to heighten the excitement in every part of her body. “Lets go to the couch,” she says. You both kiss, and take each other’s hands as you make your way to the living room.

She lifts her hands above her head, and you peel her shirt off, revealing those beautiful breasts. Her nipples are rock-hard, and you take them between your fingers, massaging, rolling and tweaking. Not so much as to hurt, just enough to send shivers up her spine. You lean her back and move your mouth to her nipples. Listening to her I have to believe she is in ecstasy. At points, I can see you take her between your teeth and gently pull back. She continues to let you know how much she enjoys your attention to her nipples.

You lift your arms; she takes off your shirt, and then immediately goes to unbutton your jeans. Hooking her thumbs inside the waistband of your jeans she slides them and your thong down to the floor. “Shaved and pierced, from the minute I met you I knew you were a person completely embracing your sexuality.”

On her knees now she begins to kiss you, and even though your knees are weak you manage to spread your legs just enough to let her in. With your fingers running through her hair, she is kissing, licking, and sucking, sending you to another world. You steady yourself against her shoulders as she tells you how good you taste. “Is he Okay to watch?” she asks motioning towards me. You reply, “He is completely self-sufficient and can take care of himself. Has a piercing of his own to play with.” She giggles.

You fall back to the couch, and she stands to remove her own jeans. Like you, she is shaved and pierced and we both know this is a match made perfect by fate. Back to you she is licking and sucking your piercing, driving you into a contained frenzy of lust. You look like you want to wiggle away from her, but I know you don’t want to get to far away from her tongue. You continue to run your fingers through her hair, and let her know how close you are getting to orgasm.

Your breathing gets very rapid and shallow, and your little moans get higher pitched. She is locked in between your legs as your orgasm begins to build. She has a hold of your beautiful rear-end, but it is not enough to keep you in one place. With a guttural moan, almost a scream you reach a climax, which is amazing to watch. Neither one of you can talk, or probably want to speak. She slides up on the couch to hold you and you both caress each other until falling asleep a couple of minutes later.

mycin62 54F

4/13/2006 2:06 pm

Very HOT!

rm_goddess1946 105F
13518 posts
4/14/2006 2:47 pm

she does all that for little old me? mercy.

i did this one back to you....
Lucky guy and lucky you.
Lucky gamble for a few...
and lucky You guys must have something special
for the passionate heart to fly
to create poems as eloquent
that would move me so to cry
as those contained above.
feel like they come from a place of love

Who says dragons are fictional?
Folk who haven't got a clue?
That Erie one lives in old PA
and I've never met my muse ???

So glad to hear you are feeling better.
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh me too..thank you Putt!
The upside to bad wasabi must be unbounded creativity.
A reason to feel like a Nutt

Peace for the weekend now fills the air
and I have lots of time to so think...
for alone I am now
and I'll humbly bow
in my joyful state with a blink...

Have a great weekend.
Peace and Love will Rise Again...
Look forward to the next expression.
in my heart, you are my friend.


Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...

caressmewell 53F

4/14/2006 3:23 pm

Wow..fanning myself...

sexyeyes375 46F

4/14/2006 9:10 pm

Hmm.. where is this bar?

rm_putt675 50M
1118 posts
4/15/2006 6:51 am

Goddess gives the best reply.

Thank you sweetheart.


rm_putt675 50M
1118 posts
4/15/2006 6:52 am

The girls are real, the bar is real, beyond on that, I let you decide.

tillerbabe 55F

4/17/2006 12:01 am

What a beautiful gift....for you!

bipolybabe 54F

4/18/2006 8:58 am

Thanks for the ride. I got a little confusing each time the story shifted to the second person, "you and she talked..." It took me a long time to figure out that there was a third person in the scene. I thought you were switching to second person to give the story more immediacy for us, the readers.


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rm_putt675 replies on 4/18/2006 11:18 am:
Thanks for stopping by, and leaving a comment. Wasn't trying to confuse the reader, I am an amateur author and wrote this as a gift to a friend. We met the bartender at a bar in AZ a couple of weeks ago, and I wrote with no names to protect the not-so-innocent. Putt

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