Betty's cowboy

She watched him walk down the steps of the little cessna, he looked awkward, skinnier than she even imagined he would be, his clothes too clean, too new and too cheap to blend in, made more conspicuous by the man in designer jeans, a polo shirt and flip flops, who confidently climbed down the stairs in front of him, talking on his cell phone. He obviously considers himself very important, she thought. Everything

about him wreaked of wealth, his perfect jawbone and gleaming white teeth indicated what class he belonged to. Betty had seen so many like him and his arrogance made her eyes narrow, she looks back at her young cowboy, he is nervously scanning the small crowd looking for the woman he charmingly calls Ma’am night after night in there online chat room. Betty confidently smiles at him, she can’t wait to take him home

and play dress up with her new toy. He spies her and immediately relaxes, his face lights up, like a little child who just got picked up from school on his first day. He walks a little faster and drops his bag on the hot tarmac in front of her, now Betty is the nervous one, oh my God she thinks surely he wont kiss me here in front of all these people she hastily picks up his bag and begins to walk toward her car asking how the flight was as she goes. “I sat up front with the pilot” he grins. Betty lets out a laugh, how fucking cute is he? “Well then, you must be very special, they do that on these little planes, it’s cool isn’t it?” I just did what I was told” he said with the same facetious grin she had seen a moment earlier. “Do you always do what you’re told?” Yes Ma’am, he replies with such a familiarity, they laugh. 

“Which car should we take, the Mercedes or the jeep?” He knows her car, “lets take the one that can take us down a deserted beach” “Jeep it is!” She opens the back door and throws his duffel bag on the seat, he has opened the driver’s door for her, “Are you driving Mr.?” “I will if you don’t mind us getting lost” “That’s okay, just not used to such chivalry, you’re in New England now, you can officially get away with treating women like fraternity brothers, not that I mind your gentle ways, in fact I may even insist upon you keeping it up” “that’s what she said” he comes back with. “Zip” Betty makes the sign and looks at him like a School teacher chastising her young student. He closes the car door and walks around to the passenger seat. 

“Do I look like your Mom?” Betty asks with all seriousness. “You look nothing like my Mom” he answers reaching his hands around her head a grabbing a handful of hair, then pulling her face to his and thrusting his tongue in her mouth and groping her breast with his other hand. Pulling away he looks at her facetiously-“Would I do that to my Mother? “Dear God I hope not.” 

Betty looks down at his crotch, the end of his cock visibly protruding through the khaki pants, she wishes she could unzip them and suck the cum right out of him. The fear of not having chemistry with her young play fellow was now laughable, she had seen him cum before on camera from her little home office, she had imagined every part of her covered with his bodily fluid, she remembered his mouth close to the webcam his tongue licked between two perfect smiling lips, she yearned for her pussy to be the recipient of his tongues lapping, her longing was becoming a reality and it felt like an adventure. There was no fear of falling in love, no fear of heart break or heart ache, they had had some fights and annoyed the crap out of each other on occasion, but their lust for each other was undeniable. 

“Damn, are we going to be able to make it out of the car-park?” It wasn't the first time he'd made her cum sitting in the front seat of her beat up old jeep, only this time he was sitting in it with her. “I bet I can make you cum, before we leave.” “I bet you could in a heartbeat if I'd let you, but I'd never live it down if I got caught, Jason.”

Betty turns on the ignition and drives out of the airport, Jason's hand creeps over to her thigh, she is wearing a cotton sundress, he leaves his hand on top of the dress and pushes the fabric down between the inside of her thighs. “I'm driving, lets try to make it to the house in one piece” he grabs the fleshy party of her thigh and squeezes tight “I am going to suck you and bite you here when we do get to the house” “Oh my God, you are not behaving, I am getting totally turned on... Stop!” “How wet are you?” he says grabbing her pussy. Laughing Betty replies “I mean it, you have to let me drive. We need to get some where, where you can taste my wet pussy” suddenly she pulls the car to side of the road and makes an abrupt stop, her arms reached out in front gripping the steering wheel she pushes her head back against the headrest, her ass lifts slightly off the seat and she yells “FUCK!” Then slumps back down, pleading with him, “I can't fuck you here but I cant drive.” Jason leans over to her, turning his whole body in the seat, his hand finds her cheek “aww, I'm sorry baby I'll behave, I promise.” He leans his face to hers, she closes her eyes, please no one see me, she thinks, she feels his lips gently touch hers as she relaxes into his embrace. “That's better Betty, relax” He sits back in his seat and buckles the seatbelt, “now take me home so I can do that to your pussy.” She shifts into drive and exclaims in a terrible, fake southern accent. “Yeehaw, I got me a horny cowboy to play with!” Jason grins back at her “Yes Ma'am, you certainly do!”