Chapter 5: Wendy Meets Scott

Occasionally, Wendy spends an evening at her favorite western bar, the Wrangler. She tries to get there regularly, since she found the place a couple years ago. The Wrangler is an easy place to have a good time.

It is a Friday night. Wendy has not visited the Wrangler, in at least a month. She puts on her western outfit and heads there. Her outfit consists of a cowgirl type shirt, a cute cowgirl hat, a sexy pair of boots, and a pair of jeans that fit her butt just right. Wendy cannot wear any of her wigs with her cowgirl hat and usually puts her hair in a ponytail. The boots are not cowboy boots, but they look great on her.

She likes to get there on the early side on Friday evenings. There are a number of guys stopping there on their way home from work. After about 6:30 it thins out some for a short time. Then by eight, the place is hopping again. Wendy tries to arrive around six to catch the early guys first. By the time the evening folks arrive, she is feeling just fine.

Wendy had met several guys here for an evening of beer, dancing, and fun. Almost all had been one-night stands. She has seen some of these guys at the Wrangler more than once. It usually only consists of some chatting, a drink, and maybe a dance. They were fun, but after the newness wares off, there is not much else.

Wendy is not looking here for a lifelong mate. She is only looking for a guy to spend an evening with. On this Friday night, she has been at the Wrangler about an hour. She chats with a few guys she knows and enjoys a beer at the bar. Checking out the room, she sees three guys enter the place. They are all on the younger side. They are not wearing cowboy hats, but they are nicely dressed. They had not gotten the memo on the unofficial western, dress code.

Wendy’s eyes zero in on one of them. He is trim and handsome. His dark hair is combed, and he is dressed nicely in jeans and a button shirt. He is taller than she is but under six feet tall. As they enter, he looks around the room. His eye catches Wendy’s looking at him. She quickly looks away. It was almost like her giving him the eye. She thinks she looked away fast enough to keep him guessing.

The three guys find an empty table and wait for a waitress. This place has no waitresses. It is strictly a get your own drink at the bar, kind of place. It takes them a few minutes to figure out the drink acquiring routine. Finally, the guy she gave the eye to, gets orders from his friends and heads to the bar. The bar is always crowded. There are some bar stools, but most people stand around visiting or ordering a drink. Wendy pretends not to see him coming. She moves a little, so there is an opening to the bar by her. (This is not Wendy’s first Rodeo.)

The new guy squeezes in to the bar next to her.

“Hello!” Wendy wants to seem friendly but not overly so.

“Hi, busy place.”

“It’s always crowded on Friday nights.” She smiles at him. This your first visit to the Wrangler?”

“Could you tell?”

“Well you do not have a cowboy hat or boots. I figured you must be a tenderfoot.”

He laughs a little, as the bartender gets to him. He orders three beers and a glass of water. “One of my friends has been here before. He said it’s a great place.”

“He’s right.” She extends her hand. “I’m Wendy. I’m only a cowgirl on Friday nights.”

“Nice to meet you Wendy, I’m Scott.” His drinks arrive; he pays the bill.

“Looks like you bought more than you can handle.” Wendy grabs the glass of water and the beer she was drinking. “Let me give you a hand.” Scott brings the other three bottles of beer, and they walk back to his table

At the table, the other two guys stand up as she approaches. She is offered a chair. One of the guys comments, “We’ve only been in this place fifteen minutes, and you pick up the prettiest girl in the place.”

Scott answers, “Correction, she’s not a girl, she’s a cowgirl, and I’m not sure who picked up whom. It happened so fast.” (Similar to most men, he is oblivious to the inner workings of a woman’s mind.)

The four of them chat a while, replenishing the beer supply a couple times. The three guys are polite and pleasant. She hears from Scott’s friends that he is normally shy. They were surprised when he brought her back to the table. She takes turns dancing with the three. Most of the songs are western types or line dances; the guys do reasonably well. When a slow dance comes on, she nudges Scott. “Let’s do this one!”

He holds her close on the dance floor, but not as tight as Wendy would have liked. “So, you are the shy one?”

“Sometimes I’m a little slow to warm up.” He is a little apologetic. “I’m Ok when I get to know people.” After a few seconds, “I’m really glad I met you Wendy.” He holds her a little closer. He can feel her soft breasts against him. Scott is feeling lucky to be with her. His brain goes back to when he entered the place; his eyes and Wendy’s met for a fraction of an instant.

When they get back to the table, Scott’s friends are getting ready to leave. They are both married, and it is past their curfew already. Scott tells them, “It’s only nine.” Scott is not sorry to see them leave. “I’m going to hang out here a bit more.” He smiles at Wendy. “She promised to teach me some of the line dance steps.” She had not actually offered to teach him dance steps, but she goes along with a little white lie if it would get rid of the other guys.

They are finally alone. They talk and dance. They slow down on the beer for need to drive eventually. Scott is more than a possible Friday night sex partner. He is the type of man she would like to get to know better. Not that Friday night naughtiness is off the table. She figures she can always get to know him better after she fucks him.

On the slow dances, she pushes her titties harder into his chest. When he holds her tight, she can feel his hard cock against her tummy, above her pussy area. They do not let a slow dance go by. After several cheek-to-cheek dances, Wendy not only pushes her tits against his chest but also rubs them against him. Scott pulls her right hand down while dancing. He puts it on his hard cock.

“I thought you were the shy one.” Wendy squeezes his package.

“See what you are doing to me.”

“Oh my, did I do that?” Wendy acts as if she is surprised.

“I used to be shy until I met you,” he says with a big smile.

Wendy is smiling broadly also. She fondles the hard bulge in his pants. He tries to get a quick feel of her titties. It is not easy on the crowed dance floor. He does manage to brush his finger over one breast. They get a little feeling up now and then the rest of the evening on the dance floor or at the bar. They give up their table to other people, in favor of dancing and hanging out at the bar.

By 10 o’clock, they are both horny and hungry. Scott suggests they go get a hamburger somewhere. They give a few good-byes, grab their stuff, and head out of the place. They take Scott’s truck. It is a big, four door pick-up. He helps her into the passenger side. He drives the short distance to the all night diner nearby. She leaves her cowgirl hat in the truck.

She smiles, kidding. “This is a fancy place…waitresses and all.” Actually, it is a run of the mill hamburger joint.

“Nothing but the best.” Scott kids her back.

He orders a cheeseburger, she gets a grilled cheese, and they share an order of fries. It is just regular food, but right now, it is gourmet dining. They talk, eat, laugh, and get to know each other better.

Walking back to his truck he asks, “You have a choice of seating arrangements?”

“I do? What are they?”

“Well, you can choose the front seat, and I would drive back to the Wrangler to get your car. Or you can choose the back seat and enjoy the parking lot here.”

Wendy knows where they are headed if she chooses the back seat. That fits right in with her usual Friday night plans. “I can get my car anytime; let’s try the back seat.”

Wendy has played with guys many times in their cars. The back seat in Scott’s truck is spacious and comfortable. It is not the honeymoon suite at the Ritz, but it is ideal for a Friday night roll in the hay. As soon as they are both in the back seat, Scott locks the doors. The windows of his truck are tinted, and they are parked in a dark section of the parking lot. No one is going to know what they are up to.

They immediately begin kissing…fingers are roaming. She feels his hard cock through his pants again, and he gets to feel her big titties. Wendy thinks she can feel his cock get harder when he unbuttons her cowgirl shirt.

“Oh my! I forgot my bra tonight.” She smiles, “I hope you don’t mind?”

Scott does not speak. He takes off her blouse and feels her bare titties for the first time. They are soft and beautiful.

She thinks he is in danger of blowing out the entire front of his jeans. “We better make a little room in here.” She unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his jeans, and lowers the zipper. She enjoys getting his pants down and pulled off. She arranges his underwear, so his cock can have more room.

Scott tries to undo her pants, but the buttons are too tight. (Cowgirl jeans have buttons and no zipper.) Wendy scoots to the edge of the seat, removes her pants, and sets them on the floor.

“Oh my, I forgot to wear panties too.” She is completely naked.

Scott unbuttons and slips off his shirt. They have been kissing now and then while they have been discarding clothing. Scott still has his shorts on and is sitting back on the seat…driver’s side. Wendy lies on her side across the seat and his lap. Her bare titties are against his chest. They resume kissing and fondling. He can put his right hand on her pussy while they kiss. She is dripping wet at his touch. His tongue is in her mouth. He wants it licking her pussy.

After a few minutes of kissing and feeling each other’s tongue, he lays her on the seat, removes his underwear, and frees his large, hard cock. It is not great lighting in the truck; Wendy can barely see his cock.

It is not easy, but Scott manages to work himself between her legs and taste her pussy. It is so wet, and she is so ready to be pleasured. She moans and wiggles; his tongue enters her opening. Scott is a very good pussy eater. She is producing new pussy juice as fast as he can lick it up.

His tongue moves up her body not even stopping at her belly button. He sucks her nipples, then licks her neck. She can feel the tip of his cock against her opening. Their lips meet again; she reaches down and lines up his cock. His tongue slides into her mouth, as his cock slides into her pussy. Scott is getting his cock deeper and deeper into her. She begins touching and rubbing her clit with a finger while he fucks her.

Her legs are spread wide, and Scott’s cock is filling her with each stroke. She can feel him quiver and moan. She is ready to come also. She stimulates her clit while he buries his cock into her. With a loud moan and a thrust of his cock, he begins pumping her full of his cream. The feeling of him pulsating in her pushes her over the edge to orgasm too. They hold each other tight, as they come together whimpering and squirming.

Later that night, Wendy is lying in her bed thinking what a nice night she had with Scott. She hopes to meet up with that cowboy again. He rode her hard, and she went to bed wet. She drifts off to sleep reliving the evening in her mind. She likes this guy.