Welcome to part 2 of the new Sensual Sunday Story. May it again be to everyone’s liking. If not, I do not mind hearing about it as well. Share and leave a thought or comment and who knows I might just incorporate it.
No more stalling let us proceed with caution, on to part two.
Sensual Western! Part Due.
“Relax stranger, it just be my mother and me here.” The blonde strides, across the wooden floor. As if she floats on a thin layer of air with her robe dragged behind her like a flag waving. “have a drink cowboy, what brings you to our town?” a dirty glass is rubbed clean and filled with a shot of whiskey.
My spurs cling with every step up to the bar. I rest my foot on the brass tube and leans over on he bar. With a fast draw I down the drink back and slam the empty glass back on the counter. “who’d you ladies be and why’d you still be residin’ ‘ere in this ghost town”
Her hands are soft and gentle as they rest on my fist. “My mother Goldie been killed here and been stuck here ever since haunting her saloon. And me be Salina Cepeda. And what brings you here sugar?”
“just passin’ through, never imagined to find a living soul ‘ere or even see a ghost. Not to mention a fine lookin’ one at that” My eyes look at the older lady dressed in a torn dress with her nipple clearly showing. Above her handfuls a large scar left to right. Her legs fit and slender. “but what be your unfinished business you still be pouring my whiskey doll face ‘ere?”
Interrupted by Salina as she pouring a drink for me “how ‘bout we get a bath ready for ya? After you cleared you dusty throat”
-“That sounds like a good idea there ladies.” And I take to me my second glass.
Salina walks around the counter and rubs her body against my dusty coat. Hands trailing across my sleeves till they reach the shoulders and pull down the heavy coat. With a thump he drops to the floor and her leg squeezed itself over my lifted knee. Her body pushing against my arm to have it leave its position. Soon as I lifted my arm up she quickly wrapped her arms round my neck and pulled her up and straddles my thigh. Her robe falls open and shows me her little shaped strip of hair rubbing across my pants.
Her words whispered in my ear, “fuck me mother and she’d be freed, and I’d be yours forever.” Her kisses land in my neck and her breath is warm and steady. My hand slides across her rounded thigh to her well shaped ass and up her body. Wrapping her hair around my hand and wrist and pulling her head back. Her eyes glow like a sparkling ocean by moon light as my lips lock on to hers. Moaning when I take her lips for my own and slither in a tongue. Feeling her body pushing her down on my leg.
Releasing the lips I lick up her neck to find her ear lobe. And nibble it between my teeth. “How about another drink before I ‘ave you in that bath? “ is the whisper filling her ears when I release her from my firm grasp. Nothing but a smile and rosy cheeks stare at me panting for a breath. A lick of her tongue across her lips and a finger wiping away a drop from he corner of her mouth.
Getting excited by this story the theme is giving me so much fun and ways to go. It is alive in my mind and slowly finding my way where I want to go. I hope you enjoy it as much as I love writing it. Part Uno can be found in my Crow’s Nest.