‘The back of beyond? It’s OK…you can say it. But that’s why I like it here. It’s so peaceful and quiet. Not like my old life in Seattle. That was crazy.’
‘You’re from Washington state?’ I asked, in between mouthfuls of beans.
‘No, I was born here in Arizona. But in my twenties, I got into the computer business, and ended up working with some big companies in the North West, and relocated to Seattle. It was OK for a while, but I just got fed up with the rat race. Everyone chasing the dollar…no-one ever stopping just to enjoy life.’
‘So you gave all that up to come and live here? What on earth do you do?’
Dirk smiled. ‘The work that I do here is more important than making another billion dollars for some wealthy corporation. What I do here is help the native Indian population. There is a reservation near here, and they need all the help they can get. Most people don’t realize how much these Indian communities fight to survive. They are doing their best to get by, but they struggle a great deal with poverty, unemployment, social issues…even starvation.’
‘And you live here just so that you can do this?’
‘Yeah, that’s pretty much it. You see, I’m quarter Indian myself. My grandmother on my father’s side was a squaw from the Hasquana – that’s the people who live on the reservation here. I guess I feel a kind of kinship. So I sold up everything I had in Seattle, and invested the whole lot in starting up a charity here to help Indian people survive and prosper. This has been their tribal land for hundreds of years – thousands probably. I don’t think they should be forced to move to the big towns just to make a living. The world would be a poorer place without the Hasquana people and their culture.’
‘You gave up everything for this?’
‘Absolutely. I’ve got nothing in the world now except for this old ranch and a few cattle. I scrape enough to get by, and all my free time is spent working with the Hasquana.’
I was impressed. Usually it’s a guy’s muscles that impress me most, or the bulge in his pants. But here was a guy who cared about someone other than himself – cared enough to devote his life to helping them. It was very cool…and very sexy. I couldn’t help but compare him with Clint Dempster back in Las Vegas. Clint had been all about himself and his money, splashing his dollars around to buy himself satisfaction. Yet for all his wealth, Clint hadn’t impressed me much…he was just another guy. And here was Dirk – a man who had made his money and then given it all away to live like a pauper – and he was turning me on much more than Clint had done.
‘I wish I could meet these people. I’d love to know what you find so fascinating about them. They must be special if you are dedicating your whole life to them.’
Dirk stood up. ‘Yes, they are wonderful people. And if you want to meet them, now’s your chance. I’m heading over to the reservation to discuss some things that have come up. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.’
My eyes lit up at once. ‘I’d love to…that would be fantastic.’
‘Great. Then be ready to leave in about ten minutes. We’ll go with Betsy. I just need to go and sort out things out. Bring something warm to wear for the return journey. The desert gets really cold at night.’
Betsy? My heart sank. Just when I was starting to get the hots for my cowboy hero, he goes and drops a Betsy on me. I guessed she must be his wife, or his live-in girlfriend. There wasn’t much trace of her round here, but maybe she was a recent arrival. Or perhaps Dirk just didn’t want his place cluttered with female crap. He obviously liked things plain and simple. Well, if he had a woman on his arm, there wasn’t much point in me dolling my hair up or putting on make-up. I just found a pair of Nikes – the most sensible shoes I had with me – and put them on in something of a bad mood. Just when I thought I might get some Arizona cowboy inside me, it turned out he was putting it inside some other bitch. Very annoying.
But still, I was excited to meet the Hasquana people. I had never been to an Indian reservation, even though I had been at college in Texas for a while now. So this was an opportunity I really didn’t want to miss. Ten minutes later, I was sitting on the porch waiting for Dirk to show up with this Betsy woman. But when he did show up a couple of minutes later, there was no woman in sight. There was just Dirk leading his horse, his ten-gallon hat perched on his head. He looked good though – a perfect picture of a Wild West cowboy. Levi jeans, a plain, white cotton shirt and brown leather boots. I would have fancied taking a bite out of him if it wasn’t for this Betsy woman. Still no sign of her, though…so I had to ask.
‘Where’s Betsy?’
Dirk looked at me with a wicked grin curling around his lips. ‘Are you short sighted or something?’
I didn’t understand why he was asking me the question. ‘No, I have good eyesight.’
‘Well, then it’s a little strange how you can’t see Betsy. I mean, she’s not the biggest horse in the world, but she’s a little hard to miss.’
Realization dawned, and I felt like a complete idiot.
‘Oh…that’s Betsy? I thought you were talking about your wife.’
Now Dirk’s smile turned to a chuckle.
‘Wife? Not any more, I’m afraid. I did have a wife back in Seattle, but when we moved here, it was the beginning of the end. She couldn’t stand the country life. She stuck it out for about a month, then she ran off with one of my old colleagues from Seattle. I found out later they had already been having an affair for six months.’
‘Oh, that’s so sad. But you must have a girlfriend?’
Dirk shook his head. ‘It would just end up the same way…I would only be disappointed. I know I can’t expect any woman to live right out here. I’m resigned to living a lonely life. But it’s OK. I just bury myself in my work and get on with it. ‘
Dirk placed his foot in a stirrup and hoisted his leg over Betsy’s back. Then he patted the saddle behind him.
‘Come on up.’
‘We’re going to ride on Betsy? To the reservation?’
‘Yup. It means we can take the short cut over rocky terrain. Much quicker than going in the Land Cruiser. Have you ridden a horse before?’
‘Yeah, I grew up on a farm in Montana.’
‘Then come on up.’
That’s how I came to be riding across the Arizona desert, saddled up right next to a hunky cowboy. There are worse ways to spend an afternoon, I can tell you that. I put my hands around his waist to steady myself, and we headed out across the plains. Betsy seemed to know the way, and there was plenty of time for Dirk and I to chat. There were a couple of questions I was dying to ask.
‘How long since your wife left you?’
Dirk hesitated before answering. ‘A long time…about three years now.’
‘And you’ve had no relationships since?’
‘Like I said, I just focus on my work now. Less disappointment that way.’
So it was over three years since he had slept with a woman? I couldn’t imagine going without sex for three years. I start to get the itch after three weeks. Well, OK…three days. Three hours, sometimes. Over a thousand days without getting your leg over? It wasn’t natural. I was surprised he hadn’t gone mad. Maybe he was getting it on with Betsy…people do strange things when they can’t do what comes naturally.
It was a good job Dirk couldn’t hear what I was thinking, or he would probably have kicked me off his horse and left me stranded in the desert. As it was, we chatted amicably until we rounded an outcrop of rock and saw the Indian reservation before us.
‘Oh, wow…this is so cool!’ I said. And it was.
Now I could see why the Hasquana had no desire to leave their homeland. Their village was built along the banks of a river, which Dirk told me was a tributary of the Colorado. It was easy to see why they had chosen this particular spot. Here the river plunged down a sheer cliff, creating a spectacular waterfall with a huge pool at the bottom. The spray from the waterfall – plus the villagers’ irrigation works – created a fertile
valley greener than anywhere I had seen in Arizona.
‘I’m surprised this hasn’t become a tourist spot,’ I said.
‘It’s too far from any road. Plus it is private tribal land now. Come on, let me introduce you to the chief.’
Now I’ll be honest, when I thought of an Indian chief, the image that came into my mind was that of a warrior in a teepee with a feathered headdress and war paint all over his face. Of course, it wasn’t like that at all. The Chief of the Hasquana lived in a sturdy log cabin, and when he came out to greet us he was wearing an L.A. Lakers T-shirt and Adidas sneakers. His wife was with him, and she wore a Lady Gaga sweatshirt. Move over Sitting Bull. Dirk effected the introductions, and we shook hands. Dirk wanted to discuss something with the Chief, so his wife – Tocana – gave me the grand tour of the village. It was immediately obvious that she was very proud of their community and their lifestyle.
‘You have a very special place here,’ I said as we walked around.
‘I think it is the most beautiful place in the world. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. It’s a shame that so many of our people have been forced to move away.’
‘To find work?’
Tocana nodded. ‘Yes, it’s very hard to maintain our traditional way of life in today’s world. Many of our young people move to the big towns and cities to find a way of making a living. That’s why what Dirk is doing with our people is so important.’
‘Yes, he’s a cool guy, isn’t he?’
‘Very handsome. And he devotes so much of his time to helping us. Right now, he’s really worried about the irrigation project.’
‘Is that what he’s discussing with your husband?’
‘That’s right. Our main irrigation pump has broken, and without it our crops will die and more people will be forced to leave. Yet a replacement costs two thousand eight hundred dollars, and our budget is already stretched to the limit. If we don’t find a solution soon, all of this will turn to dust.’
Tocana swept her arm wide to indicate the settlement. It all looked so beautiful in the late afternoon sun. Children were playing near the river, some young lads were swimming in the big pool, and the older generation sat on the steps of their cabins and watched. It really would be a tragedy if all this was destroyed. It seemed so unfair that people like Clint Dempster had so much money they didn’t know what to do with it, while people like the Hasquana worked so hard to have so little.
Life is so unfair sometimes.
***
We stayed with the Hasquana until well after dark, but there was a full moon to light our journey home. Dirk was right about it getting cold – I was glad I had brought a jacket with me. But there was something magical about the two of us being out alone on horseback, following a trail that people had carved out perhaps hundreds of years before.
When we got back to the ranch, Dirk showed me his spare room.
‘It’s not much, but it’s clean and tidy,’ he said. ‘I suggest we call it a night now, because I want to make an early start tomorrow so we can get you back to civilization. I’ll give you a knock at around five in the morning.’
Five in the morning? I didn’t know there was such a time. I thought they just put it on clocks as a kind of joke. I had no idea people actually got out of bed at that time. But that wasn’t what was bothering me most. The real issue for me was that Dirk obviously wanted us to spend the night in separate rooms. Here was a guy who hadn’t had a fuck for over a thousand days and nights, and he was slipping off to sleep all alone.
When I was alone in my bedroom, I peered into the mirror. Didn’t he fancy me, or what? Maybe I should have put some make up on before going over to the Indian reservation. Perhaps he was gay. No…he had been married, so that was unlikely. And besides, I had caught him stealing a glance at my boobs a couple of times, so I was pretty sure he was interested.
I got myself ready for bed, put on a long white T-shirt by way of bed clothes, and climbed in between the sheets. It was a double bed, which made it even more noticeable that I was lying there alone. Here I was, in the house of a hunky cowboy, about to go to sleep unfucked.
Like I said, life is so unfair sometimes. I toyed with the idea of sneaking into Dirk’s bedroom and sliding under the covers to see what happened. But I soon ditched that idea. If he was up for it, he would have been hitting on me by now. The last thing I wanted to do was upset him and find myself being thrown out in the desert. Talk about being back at square one. No, there was nothing for it. I would just have to forget about dick – I mean, Dirk - and try and get some sleep.
I consoled myself by nibbling at the remains of a Mars bar I found in the bottom of my purse. But the chocolate had melted and then hardened again, so after a couple of bites I went off the idea. I placed the remains of the chocolate on the bedside cabinet and switched off the lamp. It took me a little while to get off to sleep, and even then I slept fitfully – tossing and turning, and not really sinking under. Everything was peaceful…for a while, at least. And then I heard a strange, rustling sound. What the hell was that?
The curtains were drawn, but even so a little moonlight crept through the gaps to cast a little greyish light. I could have sworn I saw some kind of movement – very close to me, right there on the night stand. But there couldn’t be anything there. I told myself I was being stupid. And then there was the rustling noise once again. This was getting spooky. I reached over and switched on the bedside lamp…
…and immediately let out a scream. A proper scream, too. Like Faye Dunnaway when King Kong was dangling her from the Empire State Building. That kind of scream. And if you had seen what I saw, I bet you would have screamed, too. Because sitting there on the bedside table, munching away at the remains of my chocolate, was the biggest, fattest rat I had ever seen in my entire life (and I’ve had plenty of boyfriends, so I know all about rats).
To be honest, I think I scared the rat as much as it scared me. It shot off the nightstand like a bat out of hell – or maybe a rat out of hell – and scampered across the floor. It ran into a corner and froze, looking at me with its tail quivering. I guess it had never heard a screaming banshee before.
The bedroom door swung open and Dirk rushed in, concern written all over his face.
‘Are you OK, Angel? What’s going on?’
I pointed to the rat in the corner. Without hesitating, Dirk ran towards it and made a grab for it with his bare hands. But the rat was quicker, and it scuttled across the floor to the far side of the room. There was a crack in the floorboards that didn’t look big enough for a mouse to squeeze through, let alone a big fat rat. But the rat shot through it and vanished from sight.
Dirk looked back at me.
‘Sorry about that. We get big desert rats out here – no cats to keep the numbers down. Don’t worry, I doubt if it will come back. Are you OK now?’
I nodded dumbly. Because actually, I was feeling just fine. In fact, I had forgotten all about the rat. I was looking at something else that was unusually big and fat.
Dirk’s cock.
Because he was standing there in front of me, stark naked. And sporting a very impressive erection. Dirk followed my gaze, and then reacted in horror when he remembered he was nude. He grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and held it strategically in front of him.
‘Oh my God…Angel, I’m so sorry. I forgot I wasn’t dressed. I just heard your scream and ran to help you. I really do apologize. I always sleep naked.’
I raised a finger to my lips pensively. ‘Well, Dirk. By the look of what you’ve got going on down there, I’d say you were doing something other than sleeping.’
Dirk was flustered now…so different from the confident cowboy who had rescued me earlier. He began to blush. ‘Yeah, you’re right. I can’t deny it. To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t sleep. I kept fantasizing about you. Angel, you are one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met. All I could think about was making love to you…’
The words trailed away, but I had g
ot the message. And all of a sudden I was feeling that maybe life isn’t so unfair after all. And if a girl has that kind of effect on a man, there is only one thing to do.
So I did it.
I got out of bed and knelt in front of Dirk. I snatched the pillow out of his hand and threw it on the floor. We weren’t going to need that. Then I reached out and took his cock firmly in one hand. Dirk let out such an excited grunt that I thought he was going to come right there and then. But he managed to hold out…for the time being. But I knew that any man who hadn’t fucked a woman for three years wouldn’t be able to control himself for long. So I popped his dick in my mouth, to catch any special deliveries he might send my way.
But Dirk was a man made of sterner stuff than most. He resisted the urge to drop his load and let me go to work. I may not be much good at navigating in the desert, but I do know my way around a man’s penis. I was gentle with him, sucking slowly so that my lips barely touched his throbbing flesh. I ran my tongue over his protruding glans, and now his foreskin was stretched so far back it looked like he might explode. But still he held back. I started licking my tongue around his bulging purple helmet, and this time I had really lit the fuse. Dirk’s breathing became heavy and labored, and I knew his time would come very soon. So I enclosed my mouth tightly around his whole dick…and that sent him right over the edge.
This wasn’t just an ejaculation. This was the release of three years’ of accumulated tension and frustration. I could sense that Dirk was experiencing a release he had needed for a long time. I took all of his warm cum into my mouth and swallowed it greedily.
Now most men will slow down at least for a few minutes after they have just ejaculated, even the youngish ones. But Dirk was making up for lost time, so he obviously had no intention of hanging around. He pulled my T-shirt over my head in one easy movement, and then lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and was surprised to realize that his cock was already growing hard again.
This guy needed pussy real bad.
And I was only too happy to oblige. Still standing in the middle of the room, Dirk lowered me gently onto his dick. I thought he couldn’t possibly be hard enough to fuck already, but he was. I could sense the lubrication of his ejaculation as he sought the place to enter me. And then suddenly my pussy was sliding down his cock until I was inside him as far as I could go. My boobs were pressing against his broad, sunburned chest, my thighs were wrapped around him, and my feet were digging into the small of his back. And all the time, Dirk was fucking me, the motions short but penetrating. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he penetrated me again and again. But soon the limitations of the standing position were clearly frustrating him.
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