"In my pussy."
"When was the last time someone fucked you there?"
"Five weeks ago, in Vancouver."
"Did he use a rubber?"
"I've never gone bareback in my life!"
"You'll never say that again. Now, spread your legs."
She did as I asked and was surprised when I dropped onto the bed with my face at her open pussy. I licked her from the bottom of her vagina to the little gold ring and she moaned. "Oh Jesus! Are you going to eat me?"
"Until you cry for mercy."
My tongue stroked along her lips, probed into her, teased her and lapped up the juices she made in response. At first she held on to the sheets with her hands but as she got closer and closer to her orgasm she held my head and her wide open legs closed a bit, holding a grip on my head.
When I felt her starting to quiver and her muscles tensed a little I pulled back and moved into a kneeling position between her legs. I pushed my cock into her and sank slowly into her until I was all the way in.
"Oh! That feels so good."
My hips pulled back until my cock was just barely touching her entrance. "What do you want Abi?"
"I want you to fuck me!"
Slowly I filled her again and again. Ten long slow strokes and then I pulled out. Her eyes opened wide and before she spoke I dropped again with my face in her cunt. This time I sucked on the ring and let her have the orgasm I had postponed before. She screamed and shook! Her back arched and her hand threatened to pull my gray hairs out.
As she calmed a little I knelt again and slid into her. Her eyes opened and I shifted until I was sure I was hitting her clit at the bottom of each stroke.
"Oh Jesus! I'm going to cum again!"
"Oh! Oh! That's so good!"
My hands helped her turn over and I entered her doggy style. Long slow strokes while my hands held her tits and pinched her areola and nipples.
"Don't stop! That's so deep. Fill me up, Cowboy! Ride me home!"
Where did that come from? I kept stroking into her and she thrust back against my every thrust. Again I changed our positions and she was on her side with me straddling her leg and holding the other leg high. I felt a ridge within her and it rubbed against the most sensitive part of my cock and I knew I wouldn't last more that a few more strokes.
Faster and deeper until my body stiffened and I bellowed. Shot after shot of my seed went into her. We slowly uncoupled and she went to the bathroom. When she came back she brought a wash cloth and cleaned me up. She tucked another wash cloth in her crotch and snuggled against me.
I covered us and we slept. When we woke it was daytime but still dark outside. The rain had turned to snow and the world around us was white. I made breakfast after stoking the fire and Abigail put my robe back on. I wore a pair of shorts.
When breakfast was ready she joined me at the table and ate like she had never eaten before. Toast, butter and jam, an omelet with chunks of ham, bell pepper, green onions, mushrooms and cheese in it and hot strong coffee with just a little chicory in it. All of it disappeared into her. She didn't ask for one of those flavored additives for the coffee.
After she ate she wandered around the cabin a little. She looked over the book shelves and picked a book called "Consequences: Intended and Unintended" By Nick Peterson. She thumbed into the book and read a page.
"Have you read this?" She asked.
"Yes. A few times."
"Something about it has me interested. Can I sit and read?"
"Sit by the window. The light is best there." I moved the rocker near the window and she sat. She resumed reading from somewhere near a third of the way through the book. I went to my computer and went back to work. The file I opened was titled, "The Process of Choosing."
Two hours passed and I needed to move around. My legs start to ache if I sit for two hours or more. I pulled on boots and headed out the door. The snow was still falling slowly and silently. I walked the gravel road out past Abigail's car to where the pavement started and then came back. She was standing at the window watching me walk.
On the porch I stamped most of the snow off my boots and then opened the door. I put my boots on the spot where they would dry and went to the kitchen. One more cup of coffee and I was back at my computer.
"This book feels new. Every time I turn a page it's like no one ever turned it before."
"I have never opened that copy of the book. I have others."
She came to where I was sitting. "Why would you have multiple copies of a book?"
"Because the publisher sent me a dozen. I gave one to the high school, one to the city library and put that one on my book shelf. If you like it, you can have that copy."
"I do like it. It's technical and yet I can understand the concepts easily."
"Maybe you're just smart."
Her head shook. "I don't think so. If I was smart I wouldn't have been lost yesterday. I wouldn't have been driving a convertible in the rain or have gotten stuck."
"Ok. You win. A teacher friend of mine used to say anytime you argue for your limitations you get to keep them. You want a list of limitations, their yours."
She sat down on a nearby chair, forgetting that she was nearly naked. When she sat I was treated to a view of her smooth pussy.
"You aren't who you pretend to be, are you?"
"You mean I'm not who my license says I am?"
"No. The name is probably yours, but you show up looking like a cowboy. You walk like John Wayne when he was about fifty. You wear a silver belt buckle and boots. There's probably a horse somewhere nearby. But, you aren't just a cowboy."
"Or, maybe cowboys are a lot more thinkers than lots of folks give them credit for being."
"Touché."
"In the city where you live, how much time do you sit and think?"
"Not much. If I'm at work I'm interacting with clients or co-workers. Working on a project or scheduling some meeting. Why?"
"Riding herd has a man sitting for many hours a day taking care of the herd. Sometimes he's busy and a lot of the time he's waiting for something to demand his attention. During that time he thinks. Some cowboys think of women, some think of beer and some think about getting and staying warm."
"And you?"