Back when I was 16, there was a guy my big brother’s age. We’ll call him Aaron. Aaron was your typical cowboy, skinny with tight jeans. Damn he looked good in a cowboy hat.
He had a great smile, the kind where the eyes wrinkle and you know it’s genuine. Despite crazy mutual attraction, we never actually hooked up. Then he enlisted in the Army and went off to Germany.
Twenty years later, he was back in our hometown. I stopped at a liquor store and he insisted on meeting me there. “Hey, stranger,” he said. I turned around. Skinny cowboy no longer, Aaron had put on a lot of muscle. He was just shy of “thick” and of course, his uniform showed this off nicely.
“Hey!” I said, giving him a hug before paying for my purchases. He walked me to the truck I was driving and when I opened the door I said something about having gained a bit of weight since high school. “You still look amazing,” he said, and kissed me hard on the lips. I put my arms around him as he grabbed my tits and our kiss deepened.
“Let’s meet up tomorrow,” he said, knowing I was visiting friends that night. I agreed, my head spinning slightly as he gave me that same big grin from two decades ago.
I drove up to see him that next evening, and we decided to meet at the mall, where he was working as a recruiter. He was wearing the BDU bottoms (sorry if that’s the wrong term–I’m not in the army) and a t-shirt. I sat down by his desk as he finished a couple of phone calls, then we chatted about mutual friends.
After some time, he took my hand and led me to the back room. He closed the door and grabbed me, kissing me again. “We have to be quiet because the Marines are right there,” he whispered, pointing to the wall to his left. I nodded.
He unbuckled his pants and I sank immediately to my knees taking his already hard cock into my mouth. I sucked it a bit, but this clearly wasn’t what he wanted. He pulled me up and kissed me again, dropping my skirt to the floor and reaching into my panties. “Mmm,” he moaned, feeling my wetness.
He turned me around and bent me over the table, entering me from behind. He started fucking me slowly, and I encouraged him, “yes…fuck me. Fuck yes,” I whispered as loud as I dared. “Mmm, you dirty girl,” he laughed.
“I want you on top of me,” he said, tugging my shirt off. He lay down on the carpeted floor and I straddled him, sinking his dick into me before grinding on him. “Is this a dream?” he asked, grabbing my tits. I bounced up and down on his cock a bit more before telling him I wanted him on top now.
We switched to missionary. He looked amazing above me, his shoulder muscles straining as he drove into me over and over. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he said. I laughed. “It only took twenty years.” He smiled and kissed me again before asking me where I wanted him to cum.
Well, I have to say, I wanted him to finish deep inside my pussy. I love when a guy cums when he’s buried inside me. “Don’t stop,” I said. He thrust a few more times before unloading inside me.
He collapsed onto me, panting. We both lay there for a moment, catching our breath. I couldn’t believe I finally fucked my cowboy.
“Hey,” I said, “you *almost* have me convinced to join the Army.”
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