The Cowboy

During the Sisters In Smut Convention, three erotica authors walked into a bar and spotted a cowboy, an angel, and a devil. Caught up in the reverie, three stories were born. This one is mine.

Chuck had finished his smoky set, deep and full, much like the cigar scent in the historic Palace Salon. He balanced the guitar on his lap as he slipped the harmonica neck rack off his head. Words of life had flown off Chuck’s tongue in his trademark ebony sound as he strummed those chords and tapped his cowboy boots. But when he introduced his sensuous mouth on his harmonica, I vibrated. Our eyes met as the harmonica moaned and the angel and devil sitting next to me laughed.

“Oh, girl, he gave you the tongue shimmer and flutter. Look out,” said the angel.

The devil elbowed me. “You’ll get it good, right where you like it. Oh, here he comes.”

“Shut up, you two. I’m playing tonight.”

Chuck sauntered my way with his lean and mean look. As he moved into my personal space, I sizzled with lust. This close contact while I inhaled his sweat, combined with the cigar scent and beer reminded me that this harmonica playing cowboy won’t no angel.

“Howdy, darling.”

“Hi. Nice set.” My hand settled on his chest with a little pat.

“Thanks. I’m taking my break now.”  He arched his eyebrow and licked his lips. “Care to join me out back?”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

I slid off the chair making sure my ass grazed his hand as I stood.

“You’re playing with fire, missy.”

“I hope so. I want you to heat me up like you did your harmonica.”

He smirked at me. “Hmmmm. I’ve got just the thing for that. Come on.

“What?”

“You’ll see.”

We passed the boisterous patrons, and he ushered me down a long hallway, past the bathrooms, and out the back door. When the door burst open, the night air ruffled my hair, and I caught the sea scent. He steered me to a white jacked up diesel truck and opened the passenger door.

“Let me help you up.” He extended his hand, and I took a high step on the running board and those talented hands stopped my movement. I shivered as I thought about his tongue action on that mouth organ.

“You want the harmonica action on you, right?”

Gritty and laced with a need I responded. “I do.”

He smoothed the fabric on my ass before he slipped his hands under my dress and pulled off my purple thong.

“To get the full action, we have to do this my way.”

“Don’t hold back, please.”

Chuck pushed me face down on the truck seat as a train horn sounded in the distance.

“You like my musicianship, huh?”

Breathing in that pine scent freshener, I mumbled, “Yes.”

“I need to warm up the instrument first.”

“Oh, God. Yes.”

His gifted hands pulled my legs apart before his hot lips touch my wettest body part. And then he hummed. The vibrations shot to every cell of my being sending the signal as a full-on-alert.

“Am I going to have to use your colored wristbands to hold you in place?”

“No, but you must hold me tight as you do with your harmonica.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Chuck’s two hands angled my ass, so my pussy was where he wanted it. When he re-introduced his lips with his wagging tongue, I thought I’d gone to heaven.

The devil giggled. “That’s what we want you to think.” I didn’t know angels could slap anyone, but the devil yelped.

The tongue action on my lips and clit stirred me up, over and over. He used a tongue swish, shimmer, flutter, and bend. Good thing I was laying down or my knees would have buckled. I was soaring with his movement. He played me like his mouth organ with intensity and care. His big hands held my ass tight and squeezed as he worked my seam. In no time, I left the truck spiraling to the heavens on the orgasmic shock waves he created.

“Hey, Doc? You still with me.” He dragged his fingers down my thighs, soothing my skin, reminding me of our connection.

“Barely. How can you play a set and still have the energy to play me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I had a good teacher.”

“That’s what they all say.” I relaxed and raised myself off the bench seat. Chuck helped me stand and I tested my wobbling. I turned to face him.

“You staying for the next set?”

“No, I’m meeting friends for a drink at the Turtle.” He placed his hands on my waist, and I jumped down to the ground.

“Okay. You happy with the blow and draw action tonight?”

“You mean in the bar or out here?” Chuck cracked up and shook his head. “You had good even action tonight, in both locations.”

“Good to hear. I’ll be a little late on Tuesday for our next session.”

“So you know, we have two new harmonica students joining the group.”

He pulled me closer palming my ass like only he can do and kissed me silly. “I hope they don’t get these lessons.”

“Nah, Chuck. Only you get to practice on my organ.”

 

Read about the angel at Oleander Plume’s website. Read about the devil at Mischa Eliot’s website.

Kayla Lords insisted the three of us immortalize our event. So we did. You can find us and others at Masturbation Monday where getting off is half the fun. Thank Kayla on Twitter.