When BJ stops by her old home town she’s not sure what she’s searching for, or what she’ll find. Was she looking to put the past behind her—or resurrect it? Her old lover, Bill, has his own ideas, of what he let get away, and what he wants now. It only takes a weekend with old friends Bill and Herman for her to put her claim on BJ’s Cowboys.
As he sauntered up to the bar, he took the stool next to BJ. He smiled and nodded, “How are you pretty lady?”
“Pretty lady is it? In that case I’m great.” BJ leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his weathered cheek.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Yes, I’ll take another martini.”
“Bartender,” he raised his hand so the young man realized who wanted his attention, “a refill for the lady and a beer for me.” Bill laid his hat on the bar and took his seat, turning her stool at the same time, capturing her between his muscled thighs.
BJ laid her hands in her lap and gazed into his eyes. The golden sparkle still radiated and the humor of the situation wasn’t lost. “So cowboy, how are you? It’s been a long time.”
“Bill,” the bartender interrupted, “Jason says if you want a table at Dude’s you need go in right now.”
“Okay,” he watched BJ’s face, “you were never one of those picky eaters, if I remember right. Jason burns a mean steak. Let me buy you dinner.”
“I wasn’t planning to stay that long.”
“Sure you were,” stepping down from his stool he picked up his hat and took BJ’s arm escorting her in to the restaurant.
“You never took no for an answer did you?”
“No, and I don’t intend to start now. Jason I’m ready,” the waiter immediately showed Bill and his guest to a secluded table. As he held the chair for BJ, he turned to Jason, “Ask Jordon to come out for a minute, will you please?”
“Will do,” Jason hurried off to the kitchen.
“Who’s Jordon?” BJ asked.
“He’s the chef. I want to see what he can whip up special for our celebration.”
“What are we celebrating?”
“Bill, there’s no us. I’m just passing through.” BJ ran her finger around the rim of her glass trying to appear complacent in her response.
Bill took his seat at the table and watched BJ.
“What?” She questioned, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
“Tell me why you called me.” Bill’s eyes registered shock as a beautiful woman approached their table. “Shit!” he mumbled under his breath, “it’s Cathy.”
“Bill, are you going to introduce me to your friend,” Cathy asked sweetly. She hung blatantly on the muscled arm of a young stud.
“Cathy, this is BJ…BJ, Cathy.” He wasn’t going to draw this out any longer than he had to.
“BJ, good to meet you...” Cathy held out her hand and then withdrew it as if BJ had the plague. She glared at Bill, the questions in her eyes. “So this is THE BJ, THE woman who ruined our marriage, THE woman I could never live up to?”
“Cathy, please, this isn’t necessary.” Bill tried to console his ex-wife.
“Necessary,” Cathy turned to face BJ, “I guess you finally came back to claim him?”
“I’m sorry Cathy I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit, you know. You’ve had your claws in him since he was seventeen.”
Cathy’s young stud took her hand and placed it at his elbow. “Let’s go get a drink sweetheart.” His gaze unfortunately never left BJ, and Cathy saw it. She turned to leave and felt BJ stand up next to her.
BJ placed herself between the couple, her left hand on Cathy’s shoulder and her right in front of her. “Cathy, let me give you a piece of advice. If you’re going to ‘Cougar’ make sure the man you’re with, is with you.” BJ placed her palm at the front of the young man’s jeans moving it up and down. His erection was immediate, his eyes glazing over in lust. “See what I mean, he thinks with the wrong brain, kick him to the curb and find someone who wants only you.” BJ took her seat, downing half of her martini.
Bill jumped out of bed taking a defensive stance in front of BJ, his manhood at full attention. He looked down, eyed Herman and they burst out laughing. He hadn’t experienced this wonder, morning wood, in almost ten years.
BJ stared at the men wondering what was so funny.
“Sorry BJ, male image. We all want to continue to be at full attention each morning but it wears off as we age.” Bill pointed to his penis, “This, my dear lady is a miracle and you’re the reason.”
BJ blushed, and pulled back the sheet she’d grabbed to cover herself when Herman entered the room. “Come on big boy; show me what you can do.” She wiggled her finger, pointing to the spot next to her.
Bill didn’t hesitate; he jumped back into bed and rose to the occasion, entering her core with a single push. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and he plunged repeatedly into her moist entrance, feeling his cock swell in anticipation of what was to come. He stopped short when he heard Herman catch his breath. Turning he spoke to his friend without skipping a beat, “Herman, why are you still dressed? Come on join us.” Bill turned back and drew BJ’s breast into his mouth sucking greedily on the nipple, pulling it toward him. He felt Herman’s weight as he joined them on the bed. With one last push, he came, knowing full well he hadn’t satisfied BJ.
“It’s up to you,” Bill stammered as he fell back and closed his eyes in pure bliss.
Herman was up for the task. He climbed between BJ’s open legs and pushed his engorged manhood into her wicked wetness, lost in the feeling of her female muscles pulling him into her silken heat. His penis was not as long as Bill’s, but he made up for it in girth. He watched, this love of his youth, welcome him, and he wanted more. Herman pulled back and rolled onto his side massaging her soft, ample breasts, feeling her nipples harden. He flicked his tongue teasingly around each perky bud, slowly kissing his way from her breasts to the tip of her toes and back again. He stopped at her swollen womanhood, taking her nether lips into his mouth and sucking first gently and then providing more tension. Herman felt her push into him, seeking more. He trailed his tongue across her nub, up to her naval, which he tickled with his tongue, making her laugh. Then he trailed his tongue across her stomach, leaving traces of hot, hungry saliva, and ascended to her breasts once again. It wasn’t near enough for either of them.
Herman sensed she was on the verge of coming; he stopped and slowly trailed kisses to her pouting cunt lips. He sucked on one and then the other pulling gently on one before moving to the other, plunging his tongue deep within her core.
BJ’s body tightened as he continued his assault, bringing her to the edge of another orgasm, and then stopping again, kissing her softly and running his tongue, cat-like around her sensitized nub, letting her cool down. He began again, licking her nether lips, pressing his tongue into her core and at the same time playing with her nipples with both hands. This time he didn’t stop. He sucked and nipped until she wrapped her legs so tightly around his head that he could hardly breathe. Finally, with a trailing scream, she came.
Prying his head from between the vise grip of her legs, Herman quickly shoved his engorged penis as deep as possible into her still-quivering sex. BJ dug her fingernails into his back and shoulders as he pumped away; bringing her just to the brink, then easing away, until she screamed from her inner need. Herman continued to make love to her until his balls tightened and he shot his hot load deep within her pulsating, gripping sheath.
All three of them lay face up, exhausted, but sated.