I work on a cattle ranch here in Texas, and like the other guys, I look forward to Saturday nights, when I can go into town and let off a little steam. We like to hang at one particular place because the guy who owns it puts up with our rowdiness. Naturally, there’s a lot of drinking, but what most of the guys are hoping for is a local chick they can lay. I’ve bedded my share of horny gals, but last Saturday night I got real lucky.

I had never seen the gal in the bar before, and as we danced I was intrigued by her lack of response to personal questions. She wouldn’t even tell me her name! She would just tilt her head back, her dark eyes sparkling, smile and cuddle closer. I knew there was dynamite in this cute little number. If I could just light her fuse. I was about to suggest that we step outside for some fresh air when she said, “Follow me to my car, Charlie.” I was right behind her.

Once there, she slipped out of her skirt, draped it over the front seat of her station wagon and moved into my arms. We kissed holly, my hands going down to clasp her firm ass. Suddenly she gave a little wiggle, twisted away and lifted the back gate of the wagon. Then she rolled onto a mattress on the floor of the car. My cock was hard in my jeans as I watched her pull off her black bikini panties and throw up her legs in a V.

“Hurry,” she panted. “Give it to me now. Quick!”

In the reflected light from the cafe, I could see the dark delta between her white thighs. I accepted the invitation, quickly pulling out my raging hard-on and plunging inside her. No foreplay. She was wet and wild already, matching my rhythm with fast upward thrusts, bearing down hard. “Oooh, oh, oh, oh!” — and with a shudder, she came.

“Don’t leave me, honey,” she gasped and pressed her heels into my back.

“I won’t,” I assured her. I sure as hell wasn’t about to quit.

She started a slow grind, increasing speed and pressure as she came again and again. Her squeals were continuous. I was just going along for the ride. She was panting. “Pour it into me. Hard, hard, hard!”

Her frantic contractions literally milked me dry as I shot my load into her clasping pussy. I rolled over and we caressed each other, kissing now with affection, not passion. She raised up on one elbow, looked me in the eye and whispered, “Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.” Then, to my great surprise, she said, “I must go now.” She clambered over the back of the seat and slid behind the wheel. “Oh, it’s so cold and I was so hot,” she squealed.

She gunned the engine. I scarcely had time to scramble out and pull on my jeans. She rolled down the window. “See you around, lover,” she hollered and sped away.