This is a true story. My coming of age story. This is about the summer I was finally with a female. It is a slow build without some of the outlandish stuff in the fiction stories. I could embellish it but I decided to keep it as true to my memories as I can from about 25 years ago some of the words are probably not exact but are close and any differences are not enough to change the context. I hope you enjoy.
First some background. I am a 5th generation California cattle rancher. I have been riding horses and working cattle since before I started kindergarten. By the time I was in high school I was tougher than most grown men and was an outstanding cowboy. This story starts the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school right after school got out for the summer.
As we drove down the winding dirt road towards the ranch, my heart was racing with excitement and nervousness. I couldn't believe I was going to spend the summer on my best friend Joe's family's cattle ranch. I was finally getting away from home and my parents for a while, but the circumstances that brought me there were far from ideal.
Joe's father had passed away unexpectedly a few weeks before, and the family was struggling to keep the ranch running on their own. That's where I came in. Our families were long time friends. Our mothers were best friends from childhood. My parents essentially offered me for the summer to help run the ranch. As I sat in the truck looking out the window and the rolling hills, the reality of the situation quickly set in. Joe's family was grieving the loss of their father, and they were counting on me to help keep their livelihood afloat. I felt a weight of responsibility settling onto my shoulders.
Joe's mother, Sue, was driving the pickup truck and chatting with us about all the work that needed to be done on the ranch. Joe and his sister Beth both grew up ranching, just like me, and we were cut from the same cloth you could say. They were tough and determined to move forward but there was a certain sadness that hung in the air.
As we pulled up to the main house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for Joe's family. I knew all too well the toll that ranch life could take on a family, especially when they were dealing with the loss of a loved one. I was also eager to lend a helping hand. I knew that the work would be hard, but it was a small price to pay to help out a family in need. As I stepped out of the truck, the warm sun and the familiar smells of the ranch hit me, and I felt at home. This was my world, and I was ready to do my part to keep it running.
As we worked throughout the coming days, I felt like I was right at home. There was a sense of familiarity in the way we worked together, and I had known Joe, Beth, and Sue all my life. They were like family.
Here is where the story starts to build a few days into this experience. As we took a break from our work, Joe and Beth headed into the main house to grab some water, leaving me and Sue to chat for a bit. "I'm so glad you're here to help us out," Sue said, smiling warmly. "It's been a tough time for us, and having an extra set of hands really makes a difference."
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of pride in the work we had accomplished so far. But as I looked towards the main house, I couldn't help but notice Beth. She was standing in the doorway, wiping sweat from her forehead, and I felt a sudden pang of attraction. She was beautiful, with long, sun-kissed hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. I had known her for years, but I had never really seen her in this way before. Maybe it was the way her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, or the way her work boots looked worn and comfortable on her feet. Or, maybe I had just gotten older and gone through puberty. Beth was five years older than me (20) and home from college for the summer. I tried to shake the thoughts from my head, knowing that it wasn't the right time or place to be thinking about things like that. After all, she was my best friend’s sister and they had just lost their father. But as the day wore on, I found myself stealing glances at Beth when I thought no one was looking. She moved with a grace that was both effortless and powerful, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to her.
As the sun began to set, we all headed inside to grab some dinner. Sue had cooked up a big pot of chili, and we all sat around the table, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the comfort of a good meal. As we ate, the conversation turned to more personal topics. Joe talked about his plans for the future, and Beth shared stories of her time in college. And as she spoke, I found myself listening intently, captivated by her intelligence and humor. After dinner, we all sat outside on the porch, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. Beth sat next to me, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity when our arms accidentally brushed against each other. I tried to focus on the conversation, but my mind kept wandering back to her. She was smart, beautiful, and capable, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with her.
As the days turned into weeks, I found myself settling into a routine at the ranch. We woke up early each morning to tend to the animals, and spent the rest of the day fixing fences, clearing brush, and tending to the land. The work was hard, but it was also rewarding and I was proud of the work we were doing. But as I worked alongside Beth, I found myself becoming increasingly distracted. She was always in the back of my mind, her image burned into my thoughts. I found myself seeking her out, looking for excuses to work near her or talk to her. I knew it was foolish, but I couldn't help it.
One day, as we were working in the fields, Beth and I were paired up to work on fixing a fence. As we worked, we chatted idly about our lives, our hopes and dreams, and everything in between.
At one point, Beth looked over at me and smiled. "You know, you are pretty fucking good you are with your hands," she said, gesturing to the fence. “I wonder what else they can do?” she said with a flirty smile. I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks. "Uh, thanks," I stammered, feeling both embarrassed and flattered. I really had no idea what to say. Even now I am not sure if she was actually flirting or just making conversation. We worked in silence for a few minutes, until Beth spoke up again. "So, have you ever thought about going to college?" she asked, her voice curious.
I shook my head. "Nah, I don't think it's for me. I'm more of a hands-on kind of person, you know?" I told her I would eventually take over our ranch and I was thinking about firefighting on top of that. She said she always thought firefighters were hot. I did not know what to say and just kept working with the barbed wire. As the days passed, I found myself drawn more and more to Beth. We worked well together, our movements in sync, and I found myself looking forward to spending time with her. But I knew that I couldn't act on my feelings, not now, when Joe and his family were still grieving the loss of their father. But despite my best intentions, the attraction between us continued to grow. I found myself looking for excuses to touch her, to brush up against her, to feel the warmth of her body next to mine.
One night, as we were sitting on the porch swing, watching the stars, I finally found the courage to speak up. "Beth, I need to tell you something," I said. She turned to look at me, her eyes curious. "What is it?" I took a deep breath. "I think you're amazing. I've always thought so, but I didn't realize it until I came here and started working with you. I know it's crazy, but I can't help how I feel." Beth looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. I felt a knot form in my stomach, fearing that I had just ruined everything. But then, to my surprise, she leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. As we sat there on the porch, wrapped in each other's arms, my heart was racing with excitement. I couldn't believe that Beth had just kissed me. It was my first kiss, and I was frozen at first not knowing what to do. For a moment, we just sat there, savoring the feeling of our lips pressed together. I could feel the warmth of her body next to mine, and I was acutely aware of every sensation - the softness of her lips, the taste of her breath, the way her hand felt on the back of my neck. As we pulled away, I looked into her eyes and saw a mixture of emotions - surprise, excitement, and something else that I couldn't quite identify. "I...I don't know what to say," I stammered, feeling a little overwhelmed. Beth just smiled at me, her eyes shining with happiness. "You don't have to say anything," she said, reaching out to take my hand. "Just...enjoy the moment." And so we did. We sat there for what felt like hours, just talking and laughing and enjoying each other's company. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, and nothing else mattered. As the night wore on, she eventually went into the house and I headed to the bunk house but I couldn't sleep. My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Beth, and the kiss we had shared. I knew that things were about to get more complicated, but I couldn't help but feel excited about what was to come.
Over the next few days, Beth and I continued to work on the ranch, but there was a new energy between us. We stole glances at each other whenever we could, and there was a constant buzz of electricity between us. One afternoon, as we were working in the barn, I finally worked up the nerve to ask her out on a real date. "Beth, would you like to go into town with me this weekend?" I asked, my voice hopeful. She looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face. "I'd love to," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. And so, that weekend, she borrowed the truck and drove us into town using the excuse we needed to get some supplies. We laughed and talked and held hands as we explored the shops and town, and I felt more alive than I ever had before.
As the sun began to set, we stopped the truck on a hill overlooking the valley. The sky was painted with shades of pink and orange, and a warm breeze was blowing through the air. Beth turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "This is amazing," she said softly. I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Yeah, it is." And then, without another word, we leaned in to kiss. It was even better than the first time, and I could feel my heart swelling with joy. As we pulled away, we looked into each other's eyes, and I knew that this was the start of something special. Something that would change my life forever.
A few days later Beth greeted me as I came out of the bunk house early in the morning. She threw her arms around me and starting kissing me. Oh that mouth… I could kiss her all day. It was an amazing new experience for me. As Beth and I were lost in the moment of our kiss, I suddenly heard a loud voice behind us. "What the fuck is going on here?!" Joe's voice boomed, causing us both to jump and pull away from each other. I turned to face him, my heart racing with fear. "Joe, I … ," I started, but he didn't let me finish. He charged at me, his fists flying, and before I knew it, we were grappling with each other on the ground. We rolled around in the dirt, trading punches and grunts, both of us desperate to come out on top. I don't know how long we fought for, but eventually, I managed to get the upper hand. As Joe and I tussled on the ground, trading punches and blows, I was too lost in my anger and confusion to hear Beth's horrified gasps. It wasn't until I heard her yell "Stop it, stop it right now!" that I pulled away from the fight, panting and bleeding. I stood up and looked down at Joe, who was sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily. He looked up at me with a mixture of anger and pain, and for a moment, I didn't know what to do. But then I saw Beth rushing towards me, her face twisted with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, taking my hand and leading me away from Joe. I nodded, still shaking from the fight. "I'm sorry," I said, looking down at my bloody knuckles. "I don't know what came over me."
Beth put a hand on my shoulder, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. She looked at me with concern, fussing over my cuts and bruises. "I'm sorry about Joe," she said, her voice soft and comforting. "He's been going through a lot lately, and he can be hot-headed sometimes." I nodded, grateful for her kindness. "I understand," I said, wincing as I applied the ice pack to my swollen eye. "I just wish it didn't have to come to this." Beth sighed, and for a moment, we stood there in silence, the sound of the cattle in the distance providing a backdrop to our thoughts. I looked at her, and I felt something stir. But before I could say anything, we heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and we turned to see Sue, Joe and Beth's mom, standing in front of us, her face twisted in anger. "What in God's name is going on here?!" she yelled, her voice shaking with rage. "I leave you boys alone for one afternoon, and you end up beating the crap out of each other?!" I hung my head, ashamed and embarrassed. But to my surprise, Sue didn't ask me to leave. Instead, she took us both by the shoulders and led us inside, fussing over our injuries and scolding us both for our behavior. None of us told Sue what the fight had been about. Maybe she knew but she did not let on. As we sat there, nursing our bruises and feeling the weight of Sue's disappointment, I couldn't help but steal glances at Beth. She was sitting next to me, her face etched with concern, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest.
After the fight, things were tense at the ranch. Joe and I kept our distance from each other, and Sue made sure to keep a watchful eye on us. Beth, on the other hand, seemed to be avoiding me, and I couldn't help but feel like I had ruined our relationship. But life on the ranch went on, and we all had work to do. We spent our days tending to the cattle, fixing fences, and taking care of the ranch. It was hard work, but it was satisfying, and it gave me a sense of purpose that I had never felt before.
One day, as we were sorting cattle, Joe's horse got spooked and threw him off. He landed awkwardly, and we could all hear the sickening snap of bone as his leg broke. We rushed over to him, and I felt a surge of fear and panic as I saw the pain etched on his face. Sue quickly drove Joe to the hospital in town, leaving Beth and me to catch his horse and finish sorting the cattle. As we rode out into the field, I could feel the tension between us. But I knew that we had work to do, and that we had to put our differences aside. We caught the horse, and I could see the fear in its eyes as we led it back to the ranch. Beth and I worked in silence, the sound of the cattle's lowing providing a backdrop to our thoughts. As we finished up, I could see the exhaustion etched on Beth's face. "You look tired," I said, trying to break the silence. "Do you want me to take care of the rest?" Beth shook her head, a small smile crossing her lips. "I'm fine," she said. "Just a little sore." I nodded, feeling a surge of protectiveness towards her. "Well, why don't you go take a break, then?" I suggested. "I'll take care of everything." Beth hesitated, then nodded, a grateful look in her eyes. "Thanks," she said, her voice soft. "You're a good friend." I watched as she walked away, her long hair swaying in the breeze. For a moment, I couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was, and how much I wanted to be more than just friends. But then I shook my head, trying to banish those thoughts from my mind. Joe was my friend, and Beth was his sister. I couldn't risk ruining our friendship and causing even more problems on the ranch. As the day wore on, I finished up the work, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the job well done. And when Sue and Joe finally came back, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.
When Joe came home from the hospital with his leg in a cast, we all knew that things would be even harder on the ranch. With him out of commission, there was even more work for the rest of us to do. But we all pitched in and did our best, determined to keep the ranch running smoothly. As the days wore on, Beth and I slowly started talking again. At first, it was just small talk - about the weather, the cattle, anything to fill the silence. But then, one night, as I sat alone in the bunkhouse, Beth came to see me. At first, I was surprised to see her. We hadn't really talked much since the fight, and I wasn't sure what she wanted. But then, as she sat down beside me, I could see the pain in her eyes, and I knew that she was hurting. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft. "I know things have been tough between us lately, and I just wanted to make things right." I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. "I'm sorry too," I said. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Beth shook her head, a small smile crossing her lips. "It's okay," she said. "I know you didn't mean to." And so we talked, for hours, about everything and nothing. As the night wore on, I could see the exhaustion etched on Beth's face. "You look tired," I said, trying to break the silence. "Do you want me to walk you back to the house?" Beth hesitated, looking down at her feet. After a few more seconds of consideration, Beth finally agreed. We stepped out of the bunkhouse and made our way towards the house, hand in hand.
As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness and excitement. When we reached the house, we stood on the porch, gazing up at the stars. The quiet of the night was broken only by the occasional rustling of the trees and the distant sound of cattle lowing. Beth turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "Thanks for walking me back. I don't think I am ready to go to bed just yet." Before I knew it, we were embracing, our bodies pressing against each other in the cool night air. We looked into each other's eyes, and then we kissed, our lips gently brushing against each other. It felt like fireworks going off inside me. I felt my heart race and my body tingle with excitement. As we pulled away, I knew that I wanted to be with her, to hold her close and never let go. We didn’t talk about what happened next. It was like we were on the same wave length/ Beth and I made our way back to the bunkhouse, still holding hands. As we settled into bed, she snuggled up against me, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Nothing happened that night. We just cuddled. I was too afraid even to cop a feel while she was sleeping.
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window, and for a moment, I was disoriented. Then, the memory of last night came flooding back. I turned my head to the side and saw that Beth was still asleep, her head resting on my chest. I smiled to myself, feeling content and happy. But as I lay there with her in my arms, I couldn't help but wonder what she saw in me. She was older, wiser, and more experienced in life than me. And yet, she seemed to genuinely like me, to be attracted to me. I wondered if it was just a fling for her, something to pass the time during her summer on the ranch. Or maybe she saw something in me that I didn't see in myself. Whatever it was, I knew that I wanted to be with her, to explore this newfound connection we had. As I lay there lost in thought, Beth began to stir. She looked up at me and smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. We quietly got dressed and snuck out of the bunkhouse, making sure not to wake anyone up.
As we walked back to the main house, I couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. What if someone saw us? What if they found out that Beth had spent the night with me? But Beth seemed confident and assured, and her calm demeanor helped to ease my nerves. When we reached the house, Beth gave me a quick kiss before hurrying inside. I watched her go, feeling a mixture of emotions. Part of me was relieved that we hadn't been caught, but another part of me wished that we could have spent more time together. I sat down on the porch steps and looked out at the vast expanse of the ranch, taking in the beauty of the morning. As I sat there lost in thought, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to be here, to work on this ranch and to spend time with Beth. But deep down, I knew that this summer would come to an end eventually, and I wondered what would happen then. Would Beth go back to her college life, leaving me behind? Or would we find a way to make it work, despite our differences in age and experience? Only time would tell, but for now, I was content to bask in the warmth of the morning sun and the afterglow of our night together.
As we sat down to eat the big ranch breakfast Sue had made that morning, Joe's suspicious look was hard to ignore. He was eyeing Beth and me, and I felt like he could see right through me. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I tried my best to act normal and carry on with the meal, but I couldn't help feeling guilty. Joe was my best friend, and I didn't want to betray his trust. The silence at the table was palpable, and I could feel the tension building up. Beth tried to break the ice by talking about her classes at college, but her efforts seemed futile. Joe remained quiet and continued to give me suspicious looks. I wondered if he knew what had happened the night before. As we finished up breakfast, Joe got up from the table and hobbled back to his room with the help of crutches. Beth and Sue started to clean up, but I stayed behind, lost in my thoughts. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had done something wrong. After a few moments, Beth came up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asked, looking at me with concern. I hesitated for a moment before replying. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, trying to sound convincing. Beth gave me a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry too much about Joe. He's just going through a lot right now with his leg and everything. He will come around." I nodded, feeling relieved that she was there to comfort me. But my mind kept wandering back to the guilt I felt for what had happened the night before. I couldn't shake it off, no matter how hard I tried. It was probably my Catholic upbringing. We are the kings of guilt.
A few days later Beth and I rode out to check on the cattle in the mountain pasture. It was a peaceful morning with birds singing and the cool, crisp air in our faces. As we started getting near I could tell something was dead because the buzzards were circling overhead. When rounded a bend in the trail and rode into a meadow, we saw what it was: a dead calf, its body partially eaten.
At first, we didn't know what had killed it, but then we saw the bear tracks. Grizzly bears have long been extinct in California and it is not very common for black bears to kill cattle. When they develop a taste for them though, it is a problem. We knew we had to get back to the ranch and tell Sue. We didn't want to alarm her, but we had to let her know that a bear was on the prowl and killing the cattle. We rode back to the ranch as fast as we could, and when we arrived, we found Sue outside doing chores. Sue told us that we would have to camp out up at the mountain pasture and guard the cattle. After finishing packing our saddle bags, we decided it was best to leave first thing in the morning. We didn't want to risk traveling in the dark or arriving too late to set up camp before nightfall. Sue agreed even though it was a risk of leaving the cattle unguarded for the night.
That night, we went to bed early, eager to get a good night's sleep before our early departure. I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about the bear and the task at hand. Beth noticed my unease and comforted me, assuring me that we were prepared and capable of handling whatever came our way. As I lay in bed, I thought about the adventure ahead of us. It was thrilling to be facing the challenge of protecting the cattle and the ranch, and doing it with Beth by my side made it even more exciting. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be spending my summer on this ranch and experiencing all of these incredible moments.
Before I knew it, morning had arrived, and it was time to embark on our journey to the mountain pasture. We gathered our horses, grabbed our rifles and set off, eager to face the day. The sun had just risen as we rode up to the mountain pasture, our horses carrying our saddle bags filled with supplies for our camp. The air was crisp and cool, a welcome relief from the heat of the valley. As we rode higher, the views became more breathtaking. The meadow next to the mountain lake was surrounded by wildflowers of all colors, and the mountains in the distance were still snow-capped. We picked a spot to set up camp that was sheltered by some trees, but still had a clear view of the lake and the meadow. Beth and I worked together to set up the tent and build a fire pit. We gathered some firewood and started a fire, enjoying the warmth and comfort it provided. We then unpacked our saddle bags and set up camp chairs by the fire.
As we sat by the fire, we took in the stunning view in front of us. The lake was crystal clear as if untouched by man. The mountains were majestic, and I felt small in comparison. The sky was so clear that we could see for miles, and the colors of the sunrise were reflected in the water. "This is amazing," I said to Beth, as I took in the view. "I know," she replied. "I love coming up here. It's so peaceful." We sat there in silence for a while, just enjoying the beauty around us. As the day wore on, we explored the area around the lake, taking in the stunning views and the wildlife. We saw deer and other wildlife. The sun was beating down on us, and the cool water of the lake beckoned. I could feel the sweat on my back and could tell Beth was feeling the same. We looked at each other and nodded silently, both understanding what the other was thinking. She stood up and started undressing. I stood petrified. I was about to see the crush of my life naked. I had seen bits of casual nudity spying on cousins and other family exposures growing up and had seen some fuck mags at school that friends had swiped (this was before the days of the internet being prevalent) but that was different. She kicked her boots off, then turned around and started to peel her Wranglers off looking back over her shoulder at me with a playful grin. She slid them off and was wearing lavender boy short type panties. She turned to face me. I was still frozen in place just staring. I could not believe this was happening so casually. She laughed and said something about how I needed to hurry up, get my shit off, and get in the cold water before I made a mess in my pants. She unsnapped her shirt revealing a plain sports bra underneath. That quickly came off and I saw those 32B gravity defying 20 year old tits in all their glory for the first time. She then dropped her panties and she was smooth except for a neatly trimmed patch just above her slit. I was feeling super self conscious as I had never been naked with a girl before much less with a raging hard on. I quickly stripped off, dove in and swam a few strokes before coming up for air. Beth followed, and soon we were both splashing around like kids. The water was refreshing and invigorating. I was still mesmerized by her perfect body but the setting was so casual I got comfortable with the situation pretty quickly. Maybe it was the cold water or maybe it was just being relaxed but my dick softened up. We swam out to the middle of the lake, and I floated on my back, gazing up at the cloudless sky.
After a while, we swam back to the shore and climbed onto a flat rock to sun ourselves. We lay there, side by side, without speaking for a few moments, basking in the warmth of the sun. As I looked up at the sky, I noticed an eagle circling overhead, its wings spread wide as it rode the thermals. It was a majestic sight, and I couldn't help but feel in awe of the natural world around us.
As we laid there, I couldn't help but notice how stunning she looked in the sunlight. Her hair was damp from the water and her skin was glowing. She had goose bumps on her youthful boobs and her nipples were rock hard. I couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss her she kissed me back passionately. We continued to kiss as we held each other tightly, and I felt as though I was on top of the world. In that moment, nothing else mattered. In seconds I was hard again. I nervously let my hands explore her body. I wanted badly to feel those magnificent boobs but was not sure if I could get away with it. I was so naïve. I tried to make it seem like an accident and quickly brushed her right tit. I did not fool her for a second because she took my hand and cupped it over her right boob. I just let it sit there for a second savoring the moment before squeezing gently. Fuck yeah… I had finally made it to second base. We continued to kiss while I felt her up. Eventually, we pulled away from each other, panting and smiling.
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing, occasionally stealing kisses. As the sun began to set, we started to get things ready for the night. As the camp fire grew, we huddled close to it, feeling its warmth on our skin. Beth handed me a can of beans she had warmed by the fire, and we took turns eating straight from the can. We talked about our plans for the future, about college, and about what it would be like to run our own ranches someday. As the night grew darker, the stars began to twinkle above us, and we fell into a comfortable silence. I could hear the gentle sound of the lake lapping against the shore, and the distant hoot of an owl. I couldn't help but steal another glance at Beth, who was looking up at the stars with a dreamy expression on her face. Suddenly, Beth turned to me and leaned in for a kiss. I quickly melted into her embrace, feeling her soft lips on mine. We kissed passionately for a few minutes, wrapped up in the moment.
Eventually, we crawled into the tent to settle down for the night, cuddled up next to each other kissing and embracing. I did not yet know, my life was about to change forever. I was about to make it to home base. We had zipped our sleeping bags together. We were both wearing flannel PJ’s. As our kissing intensified, I felt her reach into my pants and grab my dick which was already hard. I had never been touched like that before. The feeling was like nothing I knew. She started sliding her grip up and down. I am embarrassed to say, I think I only lasted about 20 seconds before shooting my load. Beth started laughing and said, “Now look, you made a fucking mess. Now I am going to have to get you out of those things.” The next couple minutes were a blur. The next thing I knew, we were both naked in the combined sleeping bag. We were making out passionately and I was starting to get hard again. I was feeling her up and getting bolder. My hands groped her firm ass and eventually found their way to her amazing pussy I would come to love. I remember being surprised at the dampness. I remember my first thought wondering if the dampness was from piss. I knew so little about the female anatomy at the time. I pushed the thought out of my head and kept doing what felt natural. For that moment, time stood still. It is still a bit of a blur. The next thing I knew, she laying on me kissing and straddling me. She was quite a bit shorter than I am and I vaguely remember her pussy being above my abdomen and my dick touching her legs. I remember the feeling of my dick against her legs because it felt amazing but nothing like what was to come. She reached down and took hold of my dick and started to slide down never breaking our kiss. She positioned me right and slowly slid down onto my shaft. Slowly. Tenderly. She then worked up and down on me. The feeling was out of this world. I remember feeling the warmth, softness, slipperiness, and the gentle pressure. Having climaxed about 20 minutes earlier, I lasted a bit longer this time but not that long. It was probably only five to ten minutes before I erupted deep in her. She continued to grind on my softening dick until I was completely done. I started to say something but she put a finger on my lips and shushed me. She rolled off me and we cuddled in silence. To this date, it was a top five most amazing days of my life. The sound of the fire crackling outside was a soothing lullaby as we drifted off to sleep.
As we laid there sleeping soundly in our sleeping bags, we were suddenly awoken by the sound of the cattle being spooked. The sound was loud and chaotic, and it jolted us both out of our sleep. Without a second thought, I quickly jumped out of my sleeping bag and reached for my .30-30 Winchester rifle that had been in my family for over 120 years. The cold air hit me like a wall, and I realized that I had gone out without taking the time to get dressed. Beth laughed as I ran out into the open, naked and charged across the meadow wearing only boots carrying a rifle. I made my way towards the noise and saw the bear in the moonlight . The beast was massive, with razor-sharp claws and teeth, and it was trying to attack the cattle that were getting agitated with fear. I took aim and fired a shot, which hit the bear square in the chest. The bear roared in anger and came running towards me, but I was ready. I fired another shot, which hit the bear in the head through its open mouth and brought it down instantly. It was over in a matter of seconds, and the cattle calmed down soon after. I walked back to the camp, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.
Beth had dressed and had come to join me in the aftermath. I can't believe you ran out naked like that," she said, still giggling. "I didn't have time to put on clothes," I replied, grinning back. She hugged me tightly, and we both laughed at the absurdity of the situation. I got dressed and put more wood on the fire. We sat by the campfire and talked for a while, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through our veins. It was clear that we were not getting anymore sleep that night. As we sat there, the sky began to lighten, and the sun started to rise. It was a beautiful morning, with the first rays of sunlight shining over the mountain range. We took a deep breath, feeling the cool, crisp air filling our lungs. "I'm glad you were here," I said to Beth. "Me too," she replied, snuggling closer to me. We sat there in silence for a few moments, taking in the beauty of the landscape around us. It was a moment we would never forget, one that would forever bond us together in a way we could never have imagined.
When the sun came up I skinned the bear to make a bearskin rug. I rolled up the bearskin. He was old so the meat was not worth saving. Beth watched me intently as I rolled up the bearskin rug and carefully packed it away. As a side note, that rug is on the wall in my den on my ranch today. My wife does not know the full story of the night I shot it. "You're pretty handy with that rifle," she said. I grinned at her, feeling a sense of pride in my family's tradition of marksmanship. "Yeah, my dad taught me how to shoot when I was young. It's a skill that's come in handy more than a few times on the ranch." I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that we had successfully protected the ranch's cattle and prevented any further loss.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness with Beth. The events of the night before had brought us even closer together, and changed me forever. I found myself wanting to spend more time with her. But for the time being, we had work to do. Sue had entrusted us with the task of checking on the cattle, and we needed to make sure they were all accounted for and safe. As we mounted our horses and rode out to the pasture, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The cool mountain air felt refreshing against my skin, and the sound of our horses' hooves on the dirt trail was a soothing rhythm. For the rest of the day, we rode through the vast mountain pastures, checking on the cattle and making sure there were no other problems. As the sun began to set, we made our way back to camp. We didn't have a fire that night, instead opting to enjoy the peace and quiet of the mountains as we ate our cold dinner and chatted about our lives. I learned more about Beth's studies in college and her aspirations for the future, and I found myself becoming even more intrigued by her. As the night wore on and the stars came out, we lay side by side under the stars on a blanket. The warmth of the sun was still coming from the rock. I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to be here with her in this beautiful setting. We had sex again that night on the blanket under the stars. It was all a new experience for me and Beth was a patient teacher. Finally we retired to the tent. As we drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.
Before we left we decided to go skinny dipping one more time. We swam for several hours. I admired her attractiveness. As we swam, the sun's rays danced on the surface of the water, casting shimmering reflections on Beth's smooth skin. I couldn't help but admire her attractiveness. As we lounged on the bank of the lake, drying off in the warm sun, Beth pushed up onto her hands and knees looking over at me with a mischievous grin. I kept looking at her hanging boobs that jiggled a bit as she moved. They looked bigger hanging like that. She said, “I am about to blow your mind.” She moved down and took me in her mouth. She started sucking me and the sensation was the most amazing thing ever. Looking back, it was one of the best blow jobs of my life… or maybe it seems that way because of the newness of it all. I warned her I was getting close and she did not let up. I released my load in her mouth. She sat up and let it run out of her month, drip down her chin and onto her chest. Where she rubbed it around and said, “now look what you did” while laughing. She took a quick dip in the lake to rinse off. We sat there for a bit longer but eventually, the reality of our responsibilities back at the ranch set in. We got dressed, packed up our gear, and saddled up the horses. As we rode back to the ranch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I didn't want to lose the magic of our time together in the mountains.
When we arrived back at the ranch, we tended to the cattle and completed our daily chores. I helped Beth feed the horses and muck out the stables. As the day drew to a close, we sat together on the porch, watching the sunset. "I had a great time with you today," Beth said, smiling at me. "I did too," I replied, feeling a rush of warmth in my chest. "I feel like I could spend forever out there with you." Beth kind of smirked and she leaned in to give me a kiss. It was soft and gentle, and I felt my heart skip a beat. As we pulled away from each other, I knew that I wanted to be with her for as long as possible. The thought of being without her was unbearable. But for now, I was content to bask in the glow of our budding romance and enjoy the simple moments we shared on the ranch.
The next few weeks were pretty uneventful. We really didn’t have much time to ourselves. We stole a kiss here and there but did not get the opportunities we longed for. Our luck was about to change. We spent the morning castrating and branding late calves. One mama cow, protective of her calf, charged Beth and slammed her to the ground. I could tell she was hurting but she was tough and insisted she was fine. She pushed on until we finished the job and moved the cattle back to pasture. As Beth dismounted her horse, she winced in pain. "Ouch, I'm so sore," she groaned. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her lower back. "I can give you a massage to help with the soreness," I said, trying to be helpful. Sue and Joe had gone to town so it was just the two of us. We finally had the privacy we had been longing for. We went to the bunk house, I undressed her, and she laid on one of the beds. I started massaging her lower back, working my way down to her ass. At first, Beth tensed up, but as I continued to massage her, she relaxed and let out a contented sigh. I continued massaging her for several minutes, making sure to be gentle and careful not to cause her any more discomfort. As I worked on her butt, I couldn't help but feel aroused.
As I continued to massage Beth, I couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over me. Her skin was so soft and warm under my fingertips, and the gentle moans of pleasure she was making only added to the intensity of the moment. I had seen her naked before but not in a setting where I could really examine her in detail like the massage allowed me to do. When I was massaging her ass, I started using slow circular motions which allowed me to spread her cheeks which exposed her cute ass hole and the back of her pussy. I was mesmerized. Then Beth rolled over, and as I glanced at her face, I saw that she was looking at me with an expression of anticipation. I began massaging her chest and her stomach, trying to be gentle and soothing but the intensity building. For a boy my age, I felt I was exercising great self control.
As I continued the massage, I found myself moving lower and lower, until my hands were resting on her hips. I could feel the warmth of her skin. I couldn't help myself. I leaned in and kissed her feeling a thrill run through me as I did. She reached down, undid my belt buckle, unzipped my wranglers and slid them down. I quickly climbed on and got down to business. After we finished, we lay there cuddling for a bit until we heard the sound of Sue’s truck coming up the drive. Beth quickly got dressed and ran to the house. I sat there thinking about Beth until Joe came in with a 6 pack of beer he had swiped. We drank the beer and played cards until it was time for bed.
The summer continued in much the same way with us stealing away every chance we could. I had no worries. We used no protection and I thought nothing of it. A year later I asked her about it and she told me she had been on the pill. I was so naïve. If we had been at the same point in life maybe we would have ended up together. It is difficult to say. We never had a “relationship”, I never called her my girlfriend, we were just fuck buddies. I think that summer she was bored and I was a toy for her. I am not saying that I felt (even looking back now) taken advantage of. If anything I got more out of it than her. We hooked up several times over the next several years when our paths would cross until she got engaged. I still see Beth occasionally at family events since Joe is still my best friend and our families are still friends. Even now at 45 she is one of the most stunning women I know. Body wise, she could easily pass for 15 years younger. Facially, she could probably pass for 5-10 years younger but I find it even better now than it was 25 years ago… ripened not aged. I will never forget those days and will always look back fondly on them.
There are no more stories really noteworthy or unique about Beth and I but perhaps I will find the time to write about some other escapades such as hooking up with a supposed lesbian on a fire truck or how I offered my now wife a place to stay for the night (nothing sexual) the day we met and 15 years later she has never left and we are now married. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.
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