“How ya doin’ cowboy?” she asked. Her smile was broad and there was no shame in her. “Didn’t know anyone would be around.” “I’m sorry,” I gulped. The sound was barely audible. As hard as I tried I could not keep my eyes from wandering down to take in more of her curvy body. I’d just turned eighteen last month, so I didn’t have much experience. I’d seen pictures before and I’d accidently caught a glimpse or two of my sisters, but this was the first time I’d ever been face to face with the real deal. I was a virgin in every sense of the word. I guessed that she was at least 20 years my senior, if not more. There was something in her that had a strong feminine appeal beyond the girls that I’d had an interest in. She was a woman, strong, confident and full of a sensual “something” that overcame the age difference. She watched my startled eyes as they fought to keep from ogling her body which was accentuated rather than hidden behind the sheer lace. I saw the smile spread softly across her face as she realized the struggle that was raging inside of me.
