1. Cowgirl Learns to Ride


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: MrDeep, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    my god! I'm so glad you picked up!" "Oh, sweetie! I always love to talk to you." "I feel like a wildcat in a cage! Beau just isn't getting it done for me, Laura." "Oh, I'm so sorry it's not working out." "It's not that it is not working out. He doesn't excite me, Laura." "I know what you mean. I have quit dating the local cowboys. Look! It's Friday. Let's go to Austin and hang out." "OK!" Pat said excitedly. "OK. We meet at the usual place?" "Yes." "Bye." "Bye, Laura." Pat hung up. All day long as she greeted customers, she had that trip to Austin on her mind. *** It was a trendy club called the Midnight Rodeo for the twenty-something urban cowboys and cow chicks wanting a wild ride. Neon advertising signs littered the walls giving the inside a trashy, eerie glow. The music was loud and country. A band in the corner had a guitar player, a drummer, a fiddler, and sultry blonde singer, wearing boots and a cowgirl hat. Laura ordered a shot of straight tequila at the bar. She downed it immediately. She turned and leaned her back against the bar and put her left boot on the foot rail. Her long blonde hair swept over her face and down her back. Her black, low riding micro-mini skirt flared out showing a black lacy petticoat. Pat was wearing red camisole under a black leather vest that exposed the inside of her breasts. Her low-riding denim mini-skirt left her midriff bare. Her hemline stopped eight-inches above her knees, exposing her lacy-top black hose. She ordered a margarita ...
    and turned toward Laura. "Do you know anyone?" Pat asked. "No, but I expect to real soon," Laura said confidently. She downed another shot of tequila and ordered another one. A tall cowboy with handsome western attire stepped up and introduced himself to Laura. Pat noticed that his boots were dirty. ‘He's real,’ she thought. "Want to dance?" he asked Laura. Laura downed her shot of tequila. "Why sure, cowboy!" Laura said looking up at his eyes. She offered her hand, and he led her to the dance floor. Pat watched has Laura whirled around letting her skirt flare out, revealing her hot pink thong. She had everyone watching her. Pat took another sip of her margarita and smiled. "Wanna dance?" a geeky-looking urban cowboy asked. She always referred his ilk as "ur-boys". His black oxfords were shined. Pat almost said no, but she had to do something. They walked out on the floor. She soon learned that he was no dancer. In fact, Pat had to take the lead. She breathed a sigh of relief when the song ended. She noticed that the bar was crowded now. She noticed that Laura was dancing another number with the "real" cowboy. Pat wandered to the back patio and looked around. "Can I buy you a drink?" another "ur-boy" said. 'Sure!" she responded. ‘ What the hell ,’ she thought, ‘ It's a free drink. That can't be that bad. ’ "What do you do?" Pat asked as they danced a slow number. "I go to the university," he said and launched into a long dribbled about calculus. "Excuse me! I got to go pee," ...