To Love Again
CHAPTER 1
There was nothing as beautiful and wild as an Oklahoma spring, unless it was the beautiful and wild Oklahoma woman, Morgan Ann Christian. Mac, as her friends called her because of her initials, was 28 years old, and stood 5'7". She was athletic, 140 pounds, broad of shoulder, small in the hips, and extremely strong in the thighs from hours spent on horseback. She had hazel green eyes, sensual full lips, and a tan complexion from all the hours spent outdoors. Her hair was dark brown. Mac was a quarter Cherokee Indian on her Momma's side. She was a member of the bird clan. On her daddy's side, Mac was three quarters cowgirl. Her daddy was an Osage county horse and cattle rancher. Mac was the girl next door or at least the one in ten girls next door being a lesbian living in the buckle of the Bible belt. She was born and raised in God's country on the western edge of Oklahoma's Osage county. Mac loved the wild open rolling hills of the Osage.
Mac, at her parents urging, went on to college at Oklahoma State University. She wanted to study Ranch Management and take classes like "Rocks and Clods" but her folks thought Business Management would be a better field. They compromised and she received her bachelors in Chemical Engineering and an MBA in Finance, all within six years. She had many companies solicit her for their roster but Mac wanted to get back to the Osage. She accepted a job with an oil company, who had a refinery and offices in Ponca City, Oklahoma, on the grounds that she would be located there. Mac's heart belonged out in the Osage with the Tall Grass Prairie, the buffalos, and the oil wells.
Mac had been with Mid-Con Oil for four years. She climbed the ladder faster than any other woman and faster than most men. She was the Production Manager of a 250,000-barrel a day refinery that did it all. The Ponca City Mid-Con had the largest tank farm in North America with three Crude Units processing both sweet and sour crude.
The old Mid-Con was in many ways a dinosaur. Current trends split up the crude materials and sent them to multiple processing plants. Mid-Con kept all processing in one plant. Many of the units were dated back to when stills where used to boil off the gas and kerosene. The original plant opened in 1908, a year after statehood. Mac's maternal Great-Granddaddy went to work as a boilermaker in 1918. He didn't retire until 1968, making him the longest working employee in the company. Mac was proud of the old company and her family's participation in making the Grand old Dame survive.
Springtime in the Osage is often filled with turbulent skies, lightening, rain, and tornado winds. Today was like that. The weather matched the emotions whirling inside of Mac. She was on the plains in her Jeep watching the storm roll over the far crest. As the storm's approach drew closer it became more dramatic, as did the emotions Mac felt.
Mac hadn't dated anyone in the last year and had decided she would never meet another woman. Then, when she least expected it, along came Jammie. Jammie Diane Lewis was the opposite of Morgan. Jammie was a small, shapely blond who had been raised in the big city of Houston, Texas. Her daddy was the Vice President of Mid-Con Oil, North America. He had transferred to Ponca City, Oklahoma a few months before.
Jammie had completed college and spent a little over a year touring Asia. Now she was back in the States and going to spend some time with her Father before perusing a career. Being in Ponca City, Oklahoma at age 23 was not Jammie's idea of fun.
Mac sat in her Jeep watching the skies churn and darken. She listened to the wind increase and smelled the approach of rain. She relaxed back in her seat and turned her mind to thoughts of the party she attended the night before.
Mac was moving up in the Petroleum business and had attended her first party at the new Mid-Con Oil Vice President's house. Although Mac was part of management she hated participating in the social aspect of management. She preferred the men and women who worked for her with oil and grit under their nails rather than the manicured nails of the other managers in the company. But when she received a personal invitation from the Vice President of her business unit she knew she had to accept his invitation to a dinner party. At least she liked her VP, Marcus Lewis. He was a man's man who liked the outdoors and the challenge of a good hunt as well as the challenge of being in the Petroleum business.
Although Marcus Lewis took over Mid-Con Oil only a few months previously, he had already noticed the hard working young woman. She had a natural ease about her that people just seemed to like. She had a way of talking to the hourly men of the Refinery and getting them to put out a 110% for her. He planned on helping to mentor Mac and watch her rise in the company. He decided having her to his party tonight was a good start. That way she could meet all the right people of the company and the community.
Mac had been very nervous about attending the party with what she considered to be all the big shots of the company. They were all at least 10 or more years older than she, married with children, went to big name colleges, and came from big cities. What would a small town country girl who went to an Ag college to study engineering and who was a lesbian to boot have to talk about with them? Worst yet, what would she talk about with their wives?
Morgan couldn't decide what would be appropriate to wear to the party. Mr. Lewis had stated when he invited her that it would be semi-formal. From the way Mac was raised it meant black Wranglers with polished boots. Off to the locale dress shop she went. She returned with a conservative black dress and heels. Mac was a naturally attractive woman that caught men's eyes but when she donned a dress and styled her hair she caught everyone's eyes, including the wives of the men. She was stunning in her heels and her mother's diamond earrings. Mac didn't feel stunning. She felt like a fish out of water dressed to be filleted. She seriously doubted that moving up in the company was worth all this.
Marcus had asked his daughter to be the hostess at the party since his wife had died four years previously. Jammie was used to performing this function for her Father but hated having to be nice to all the old men. She really hated having to listen to their wives give her advice on how to catch a good man for a husband. All she really wanted to do was to go to bed with a good woman. However, being the dutiful daughter she smiled and bared it.
Jammie had decided this evening she was going to give her fathers people something to look at. She wore a very tight low cut dress she had picked up in Tokyo. The dress was a vibrant red with no back. It was slit up the right side and showed the little tattoo Jammie had on her thigh. The tattoo was a souvenir from Asia. It was a "Ying and Yang" symbol. Marcus thought it a little brisk for his party. When she put on the pearls, he couldn't say no.
Jammie was the prefect hostess as she greeted her Fathers guests as they arrived. She made sure that they received a cocktail before she circulated around the room. She had noticed an attractive young woman coming up the walk alone as she received her fathers Pipeline manager; but before she could welcome the young woman the Transportation manager asked her to dance. Jammie smiled and accepted his arm as he led her into the large living room.
Mac was welcomed at the door by Marcus Lewis and taken over to the bar. She had wondered who the blonde was in the receiving line as she walked up to the door.
It is probably one of the young department head wives. It seems like all the engineering geeks had really pretty wives. Mac thought as she walked closer.
Those pretty wives sometimes asked Mac where her boyfriend or husband was. Sometimes, they asked for her phone number and to meet with her some evening. Mac would never understand women like them. They marry a man for security and social reasons and then are always looking for a woman on the side to fulfill their sexual needs. She was determined that she would never fall into that trap.
When Marcus asked Mac what she would like to drink at the bar she wanted to say, a Bud long neck, but thought better of it. She asked for a glass of white wine. Mac sipped her wine and wondered why anyone would want to waste good grapes on that awful stuff. She was trying to find the pretty blonde. Little did she know the blonde was looking for her, too.
Jammie was scanning the room as she danced looking for the attractive woman she saw walking up to the porch. There she stood a few yards away from Jammie, Mac seemed tall and lithe. Her movements were easy, graceful, and strong. Her muscles and nerves were like those of a leopard. She had a gliding walk but with a readiness to spring. Her eyes were a fluid leaf-green. Her skin was luminous, a mysterious sunglow shining through it. Her mouth was full, with a look of sensual hunger. Her teeth looked like those of a predatory animal.
Suddenly for the first time Mac saw Jammie. Mac watched as every man at the party pursued Jammie. Her body was never static, always poised in movement. She was light on her feet, supple, almost evanescent, and tantalizing. Something in her was violently sensual, alive, and earthy. Her full mouth was all the more vivid because of the delicate body that moved with the fragility of a rose. Mac was lured by the unworldly beauty of her features, which was only heightened when she heard her speak.
Mac watched her dance. She watched Jammie dancing as if her body were a flame and each movement ignited by the hot blaze of fire in her blood. Morgan worked her way around the room to be closer to Jammie. Mac was nearly overcome with the desire to brand herself against the burning lusciousness of Jammie's mouth. She was nearly drunk by the feeling inside of her. Looking into Jammie's eyes, Mac was drawn deeper into an inner world, hypnotized by the burning stare from her.
Suddenly Mac was aware of a hand upon her upper arm. She turned and saw Marcus Lewis standing beside her. The drunkenness she had fallen into by watching Jammie quickly dissipated when he asked her to dance. Mac smiled and accepted his arm. Between the young men vying for Jammie's time and Marcus introducing Mac around, the two young women never got a chance to meet. They did share many stolen glances across the room.
As everyone was leaving Mac thought she should go to the ladies room before her long drive home out in the country. Mac was reaching for the doorknob when it opened and there stood the beautiful blonde. Instantly, she felt her body ignite with fire again.
As Jammie moved to slide past Mac, who was standing and staring in the doorway, she was overcome with impulse. Jammie leaned into Mac and gently kissed her on the lips. Mac was overwhelmed with both shock and ecstasy and could barely move. She walked into the ladies room to try and compose herself before departing. Although she greatly desired to see the blonde again, she prayed that she would be gone by the time she came out of the ladies room.
Coming out of the restroom, Mac looked around and there she stood, there was no way around her. But why was she standing with Mr. Lewis saying good-bye to the guests? Mac knew she wouldn't be able to slip out unseen so she walked on up to the door to say good-bye. What was said next was the biggest surprise of the night.
"Ah. Mac, there you are. Have you met my daughter, Jammie?"
His daughter! Oh my God! I have been cruising his daughter and she kissed me! Oh shit my career is over, thought Mac.
No sir, I have not. Hi, I'm Morgan Christian. Most call me Mac.
"Morgan. Hi it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I noticed you earlier in the evening but never got a chance to come and greet you." Jammie smiled her sweetest, most seductive smile toward Mac.
"Yes, it was a rather hectic evening. Thank you for having me tonight. I really enjoyed it, but if you will excuse me, I have to be going. It's a long drive out to my place. Thanks again." Mac could feel the redness creeping up her neck as she stared at those beautiful lips that had kissed her moments before now posed in a smile.
"Mac, I appreciate you coming tonight and I hope you come again. Have a safe drive and I'll see you at work." Stated Marcus Lewis as he wondered why Mac appeared to be blushing.
As Mac walked to her Jeep she had to fight the urge to look back at the beautiful blonde she knew was standing in the door way. Oh God, she was the boss's daughter. Why did she kiss me? Mac kept thinking over and over.
A big clap of thunder cracked overhead and brought Mac back from her daydream. The full thrust of the storm was upon her and she thought she had better head for the house incase the storm brought hail with it.
The rain continued to cloud her vision as it poured heavily. As she drew closer to her house, she could see a white Infinity parked in front. Who could be at her house in a storm like this? Then she saw the beautiful blonde running back to the car from her front door. Mac picked up speed so that she could get there before the white car pulled away.
Jammie had started her car and was about to pull away when she noticed the Jeep. She waited to see if it was Mac. Mac pulled into her drive. She was so excited and nervous to see Jammie that she forgot to clutch as she came up to stop and killed her Jeep with a jerking motion. She thought please Lord don't let this be a sign that I am going to make a jerk out of myself.
Jammie got back out of her car and met Mac under the shelter of the porch.
"Hey there, I hope you don't mind me coming out without calling first."
"No not at all. I thought maybe you were lost or something. Why don't you come in out of the rain and I'll fix us a cup of hot tea."
They went into the house and removed their wet jackets.
"So what do I owe the pleasure of your company? How did you find my place?"
"Well, Linda Kelly in personnel told me where you lived and how to get out here. Even with her wonderful directions I was worried that I was going to get lost. You sure live out in the boonies. As to why I came, I didn't want you to be concerned about my little indiscretion at the bathroom last night. Sometimes I tend to act upon my impulses before I think."
At the mention of the kiss Mac turned a scarlet red. She was both embarrassed about the incident and concerned that Jammie was insinuating that it would not be repeated. She then realized she was standing, starring blankly at Jammie with her hands rammed into the pockets of her Wranglers.
"Uh…well I didn't…I mean you didn't…or rather don't think…it's just that... damn I hate it when my thoughts don't come out clear."
"Then let me help you articulate. Can I assume that you didn't mind the kiss but would rather my Father didn't find out?"
"Yea I think you can be safe to assume that."
"Good, because I enjoyed the kiss too. I don't want Father to find out either. Now that we have that covered, how about a tour of this beautiful house? Then we can have that cup of tea you offered me."
Mac was feeling a bit more at ease and started to show her home known as "Copper Top" to Jammie. Mac had inherited "Copper Top" from her parents three years ago when her Mother passed away. It was a beautiful, sprawling ranch house, sitting on top of a plateau over looking the Arkansas River valley. What really set the house off was the copper roof giving the homestead its name. Inside the rooms where big, open and decorated in a tasteful western rustic flare.
After the tour of the house and the reciting of how her great grandparents made the land run to Oklahoma in 1893 but then came to receive this parcel of land by allotment in 1904, they settled in front of the fireplace with their tea. They spent several hours talking about their college days. Jammie told Mac about her travels. She spoke of the many beautiful and exciting things she had seen while in Asia and her love of their culture.
As Jammie spoke, Mac became entranced in the sound of her voice and found herself thinking about the sweetness of Jammie's lips. She thought better of trying to kiss her. After all, this was the first time that they where actually getting to know each other. Besides, what if Jammie thought it was too brash and soon, although, Jammie's kissing her in the bathroom at the party was brash in it's self. Morgan, being raised by the code of the Southern Gentlewoman, thought it best that she wait and not rush a beautiful lady regardless of her own personal hunger.
The rain brought a slight chill even with the fire roaring in the fireplace. Mac got up to get some Triple Sec to add to their tea. She was standing at the bar when Jammie walked up from behind and pulled Mac by the hips into her pelvis. Jammie felt a surge ripple through her loins and the heat start to rise. Slowly, Jammie slid her hands over Mac's chest, gently squeezing her nipples and caressing her breast before turning Mac around and slipping her arms around Mac's neck. Mac's whole body quivered with excitement as she responded to Jammie's touch. So much for waiting quickly passed across Mac's mind. Mac then took Jammie's face in her right hand as she pulled her closer. They both gasped little moans as they kissed gently at first. Then as passion consumed them, their kisses became more urgent and their moans became louder, expressing their wants and needs. They fell to their knees, covering each other's face, lips, and necks with hot, wanting kisses. Jammie reached down Mac's back, clutched her t-shirt, and pulled it up over her head. With Mac's beautiful breast now exposed, Jammie took one in her hand as toyed with the other nipple with her tongue. Mac let out a deep groan and swayed closer, wanting to have more.
"You are so beautiful. Your skin tastes so sweet" Jammie said between tender nips followed quickly by soothing massages of her tongue.
Their clothes fell around them. They were still kneeling in front of the bar. Then without a word, Mac picked Jammie up and carried her over in front of the fireplace. She laid her down upon the thick buffalo rug.
Mac began caressing Jammie. Her caresses had a strange quality. At times they were soft and melting. At other times they were fierce, and wild. There was something animal-like about Mac's hands, which she kept spread over each part of Jammie's body. Her hand covered Jammie's mound and hair together as if she would tear them away from Jammie's body.
When Jammie closed her eyes as Mac's hands and mouth covered her body feeling like there was more than one of her. With a wolf like sharpness, Mac's teeth sank gently into Jammie's fleshiest parts. The honey flowed from Jammie. Mac dipped her fingers in lingeringly, stroking slowly as she watched Jammie's movements and listened to her moans and pleas of desire. Mac gently guided Jammie to draw her knees up as she dropped between them to taste the sweetness of Jammie's honey. Her mouth sought Jammie's clitoris, moving very slowly along each side of the extended bundle of nerves. The fur they lay on gave off an animal odor, which mingled with the odors of sex. The scent heightened their arousal. Jammie reached out and tried to guide Mac to take more of her hot burning core.
Not getting the direct attention she wanted, Jammie became more aggressive and turned around so that she too could taste the honey between Mac's legs. At times, Mac would jerk backwards, away from the stinging kisses and bites, and the tongue that was as hard as a man's organ. Each move cast her buttocks upward. Jammie's hands held Mac's hips. She was enjoying the shape of them. Jammie slid her finger into Mac's tight little aperture, extracting a groan of pleasure. She could feel the contraction caused by her tongue. Mac's pleasure was expressed in ripples of melodious groans. When she was about to come and could no longer defend herself against her pleasure, Jammie stopped leaving Mac halfway on the peak of an excruciating sensation, half crazed.
Uncontrollable now, like some maniac, Mac threw herself over Jammie's body, parted her legs, placed herself between them, pressed her mound to Jammie's, and moved with desperation. She pumped against Jammie, wanting to feel the two sexes meeting, soldering together. As she felt her pleasure coming, she stopped herself to prolong it and to insure Jammie's release. She fell upon Jammie searing her open mouth to Jammie's throbbing breasts.
Teasingly, Jammie extracted herself from under Mac and stood up. She felt Mac's hand travel up her thigh and her fingers part the hot lips of her blazing hot center. Mac then stood up behind Jammie. Jammie felt Mac leaning against her back, panting, she felt her small breasts pressing into her back and the brushing of Mac's pubic hair against her buttocks. Mac rubbed against her and then slid up and down, slowly, knowing the friction would force Jammie to turn to feel this on her breast, and belly. Before Jammie could turn, Mac slid her hand between Jammie's buttocks and dipped her fingers deep into her burning center. Jammie's body was steaming. She thought she was about to explode.
"Yes baby. That's it. Give me more".
Mac slid another finger inside Jammie's hot wetness. She had three fingers stroking deeply within. Jammie turned sideways so she could feel Mac's wetness too and drove her fingers in deep. As they passionately stroked each other, their tongues dueled, and together their orgasm came like an exquisite torment among gasps for air. At each spasm they moved as if they were being stabbed. Jammie almost cried to have it end but begged Mac to not stop.
They collapsed together in a tangled mass of arms and legs upon the rug, falling into an exhausted fulfilled sleep. The aroma from the animal odors of the rug and their lovemaking was waiving in the air.
When Mac awoke a few hours latter, she rose to put a throw over the beautiful body asleep upon her floor. She slipped on her jeans and t-shirt then just sat quietly, starring at the beautiful women who lay before her. Mac had never believed in love at first sight nor had she ever experienced that emotion at all. With her it had always been a strong attraction and strong feelings. Those feelings resting primarily between her legs. Mac enjoyed sex a great deal, but never let herself become emotionally attached. After all, she lived in a small town, worked long and varied hours, and then had the horses and cattle to look after when she got home. When did she have time to fit in an emotional based relationship? Staring down at the beautiful woman lying asleep, she found herself wondering if Jammie possibly could learn to love the Osage as much as she did. She knew at that very minute she would do anything, give up everything, and beg to be with this woman.
As usual in Oklahoma the storm had fled just as quickly as it arrived. The few hours of rain left everything fresh and clean smelling. The whole Osage was alive with activity after the storm. The land was taking on an emerald green with the multitudes of wild flowers causing the rolling hills to come alive with splashes of color. It looked as if children were at play upon a large green carpet and had spilled their colorful paints upon the floor as they romped and played about. Mac loved this land and the serenity it gave her. With thoughts of Jammie asleep in her house and the beauty of the Osage, she thought her world could not be more perfect than right now.
Mac was looking out over the vast Arkansas River valley admiring Mother Nature's handy work when she heard Jammie walk up behind her.
"Hi. Sorry I slept so long. I was so relaxed and the fire felt so good."
"Don't feel bad. I've only been up 15 or 20 minutes myself. I'm sorry I left you alone but I love it out here after a rain. Everything is so green and alive."
There was a sense of unease between them that exits when new lovers first began that erotic dance of sex. Mac wanted to put her arms around Jammie and hold her close for a while. She wanted to feel the warmth of her body again, but being a Southern Gentlewoman feared it was too forward.
Jammie looked out over the valley as she leaned on the veranda rail.
"Wow this is a really awesome sight. I can't believe how clear and beautiful everything is. That storm too, it had so much power. It just came and went so quickly. Oh look, there's a deer."
Mac enjoyed listening to Jammie talk. Her voice had a drugging effect. Finally she came to her senses and looked at her watch.
"Listen it is about 2:30 and I haven't had anything to eat since early this morning. How about I fix us some lunch?"
"What? A beautiful soft butch who is passionate and cooks too? Have I fallen asleep having a wonderful dream?"
Mac, not accustomed to compliments, turned red.
"I'll take that to mean yes."
Jammie leaned into Mac and slid her arms up around her neck. Mac gave a sigh of contentment. The renewed heat she felt growing between her legs also surprised her.
"That is yes. Thank you. You are a wonderful lover. I hope that there will be repeat opportunities."
Jammie smiled broadly at Mac. Mac kissed her gently.
"I hope there will be many more opportunities."
They kissed again and then went hand in hand into the kitchen.
Jammie found a place at the counter. From the bar stool she watched in amazement as Mac deftly prepare their lunch. Little did Jammie know but cooking was one of Mac's passions.
They soon sat down to a nice lunch of spinach salad and fettuccine primavera. They talked about their families and life experiences. Afterward, Mac suggested that they take a walk down to the stables and go for a ride along the river. Mac had assumed that since Jammie was a city girl she wouldn't be able to ride but was pleasantly surprised to see how well she could handle a horse. Jammie had learned to ride while in boarding school. However, sitting a western saddle was a bit different than riding English.
They rode along the river bottom, admiring the beauty of nature and watching the birds and animals scamper about. There was a two-mile section that had a wide sandy beach. Mac yelled toward Jammie.
"Come on, I'll race you."
Off they went at a full run. Jammie hadn't ridden in years and found the movement in the saddle along with the movement of the horse's powerful muscles between her legs to be exciting. By the time they slowed the horses to a cantor, Jammie's desire was running hot again. Between the warmth of the sun shining down and the heat between her legs, she decided she needed to be cooled down.
"Can you swim in this river or is it to swift with under currents?"
"Out towards the middle the current can be swift. There is quick sand in spots but I have a hole I swim in up ahead."
They smiled at each other and took off with the horses in another run.
Mac, being a learned horsewoman, told Jammie to go ahead and take a dip while she walked the horses to cool them down. Jammie took off her shoes and noticed Mac watching her as she walked the horses. Jammie decided to have fun with her. She turned so that her side was facing Mac and slowly pulled her shirt over her head with a deliberate stretching motion. She exposed her beautiful round breast and erect nipples to the sun and Mac's stares. Jammie then slid her hand over her breast and fondled the nipple as she threw her head back to let the sun shine on her face. This caused a moan to escape Mac's lips as she felt the heat rise between her legs. Jammie turned her back to Mac and slowly pulled her jeans down over her shapely hips exposing the soft fullness of her butt. She tossed her jeans over a log along with her shirt. As she turned to face Mac, she slid her fingers between her legs. She felt the hot slickness caused by the movement of the horse. She slowly stroked back and forth, moving her hips in rhythm with her hand.
Mac became so entranced with watching Jammie she had stopped walking the horses and just stood there staring at Jammie playing with herself. The horses grew impatient and tugged at their reins, bringing Mac out of her trance. She quickly looked at the horses then back at Jammie who was now lying in the warm sand smiling at Mac and licking the cum off her fingers. When Jammie winked at her, Mac gave out a small groan and quickly loosened the saddles on the horses so she could join Jammie in the sand.
Mac didn't take time to undress. She quickly dove between Jammie's legs. She enjoyed the powerful scent that emitted from Jammie's wetness mixed with that from the horse and the leather of the saddle. She admired the lips already swollen with desire from Jammie's playful touches. How beautiful the swollen lips shone in the sun with the glisten of cum upon her pubic hairs. Mac believed she had never seen a more beautiful and desirable sight. It caused her to gasp with desire.
Jammie thrust her pelvis toward Mac, impatient for her attention.
"Please Morgan. I need you now."
Mac parted Jammie's nether lips to expose her clitoris. She quickly ran her tongue across the little love button and then left it alone. Jammie gasped at the single touch and moaned when Mac stopped. Mac proceeded to kiss and nuzzle Jammie's inner thighs, buttocks and mound.
Jammie was going nuts. She took Mac's head and tried guiding it back to her clit but Mac refused to pay it any attention. Jammie's desire was growing more and more as she thrust her pelvis forward.
"Please Morgan, don't make me beg. I need to feel you now."
Mac slid over Jammie's body, pressing her weight into her. The friction from Mac's jeans as she pressed her thigh between Jammie's was like magic. Jammie was panting hard and begging Mac for more.
Then suddenly, Mac began sucking Jammie's clit. Mac's own wetness increased, as she tasted the salty sweetness of Jammie's passion. Mac's tongue found it's rhythm and Jammie clung to her waiting for the pleasure to burst. Mac slipped her hand down between her own legs to try and relieve some of the mounting tension she had. Jammie suddenly came. Her cries and wetness pushed Mac to her own climax. Jammie could have sworn she saw stars as she gasped for breath. They lay together in the sand as they struggled to recover and catch their breaths. Mac liked having Jammie's cum on her face and licked her lips with pleasure.
After Jammie recovered, she helped Mac to undress. They waded out into the cool swift water of the Arkansas. They played and splashed each other like little schoolgirls enjoying the water running over their nude bodies. After they exhausted themselves, they took the blankets off the horses and sat upon them to dry.
"Morgan, tell me about yourself and the women you have been with."
"The women I have been with? That is pretty boring stuff and is part of the past that is best left in the past."
"I'm just curious. What kind of women have you been with and have there been many?"
"No there's not been many." Mac was starting to grow uncomfortable and wanted it to change topics.
"As beautiful as you are I know you have had to been with many women." Jammie said, looking seductively at Mac and watching the older woman blush at the compliment.
"Working 14 hour days and then tending to the ranch doesn't leave much time for women. I have never found anyone who liked it out here enough to join me."
"So what kind of women do you date? I mean, what do you look for in a woman?"
"I can't say I have ever dated a particular type but she would have to be intelligent, caring, funny, enjoy sex, and love the Osage and Copper Top as much as me."
"What about her looks? What do you want her to look like?"
"I have never given it much thought except... well I know this is going to sound weird but, she has to be shorter than me."
"How tall are you?"
"Five foot seven."
"Why is that important?"
"Maybe after we get to know each other better I will tell you."
"What? We have had our faces in each others crotches and you can't tell me this!"
"Good point. I guess you are right. It has to do with when I was a kid. You know how when you are young you ask your Mom all kinds of stupid questions?"
"Yea, go on give."
"Well I asked my Mom 'when would I know I was grown up?' She told me when I was as tall as she was."
"Uh huh yea so?"
"Well you see my Mom was five foot ten."
"Yea and oh... you're five seven."
"I think you get the picture now. I always feel like I am a kid when I am around women taller than me. So I don't date them. It's a head thing…a sort of complex."
"Well I am only five two so I guess I don't give you a complex. Do I?"
Mac smiled at her as she leaned over and kissed Jammie deeply. Then taking on a thick southern drawl she said.
"Why no ma'am. I can't say that a beautiful woman as you could ever cause me to have a complex. However, my dear, you do leave me rancid with a hot desire to totally ravage and deflower you."
Giggling, they rolled around in the sand, kissing and tickling each other until they could hardly breathe from the laughter.
"I think we are pretty dry. Ready to get dressed and ride back to Copper Top?" Mac asked Jammie.
"Is there any reason why we can't ride the horses bareback in the nude?"
"You're kidding right? Have you ever ridden a horse bareback in the nude?"
"No, but I would like to try. Will anyone see us?"
"No. We shouldn't be seen but I'm not sure you are going to like this. I will have to put both saddles on one horse and we will have to ride tandem."
"Great. Let's do it."
Mac fixed the saddles on the bay mare before mounting the palomino. She reached down and swung Jammie up behind her. At a slow walk they rode the horse back to Copper Top. Jammie found the movement of the horse between her legs exciting. Mac found the movement of Jammie's body against her back, buttocks, and thighs to be exciting.
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"Would you like to shower before you get dressed?"
"Sure."
"The bathroom is upstairs second door on the right. You will find towels and everything in the cabinet."
"Thanks."
Mac slipped on a robe while Jammie showered. She fixed herself a cup of tea. Sitting down on the divan, she thought about what had transpired today. She couldn't believe that just last night she had met a beautiful blonde who happened to be the daughter of her boss. Then today she had the wonderful pleasure of making love with her twice. Now, she was upstairs in her shower.
"Ouch, okay at least I'm not dreaming." Mac smiled after she pinched herself.
"Hey I'm out of the shower if you want to get in."
"Okay great. I'll be right up."
As Mac came up the stairs, Jammie started down. They meet half way and Jammie wrapped her arms around Mac's neck, kissing her deeply.
"I have had one of the best times of my life today. I am so happy that we have met. But all good things must come to an end and I have to get home. Father is expecting me for dinner. Can I see you again soon?"
Mac looked deeply into Jammie's eyes and wished she didn't have to leave.
"I've had a great time too. Call me when you can and let's try to see a show or something."
They kissed again and Jammie said she would see herself out. Mac went on up to shower. As the hot water was running over her body and she was lathering up with soap, her mind wandered back to the love making she and Jammie had shared that day and she found her self becoming aroused.
Leaning against the cool tile of the shower, Mac ran the bar of soap between her legs increasing the pressure and movement as her passion became heightened thinking of Jammie's hands upon her. Suddenly she convulsed in a shattering orgasm collapsing to the floor of the shower. Mac couldn't believe what had just happened as she smiled and slowly stood to finish her shower.