Cowboys Cannot Be Trusted by loveofmyLife75

FIRST PLEASE READ.

All my stories are written in British English but Lit prefers America English sorry.

Cowboys cannot be trusted.

First of all, I want to tell you about my parents. Dad loved cowboy movies from being a kid. He had a new cowboy suit as soon as he grew out of the last one. Complete with his six-gun shooter cap gun. Every cowboy movie that came out dad went to see it. He collected all sorts of things he saw in the movies he had been to watch. Dad never ever grew out of watching cowboy movies.

Dad met my mother. She also loved cowboy movies but she loved the sloppy side of them. They fell in love and married. They were both great film addicts and they loved cowboy movies best of all. In their favourite moves they would say to each other the sections they loved the most.

Before I tell you my first name, my second name is Rogers. Please don’t laugh, it is Roy. Yes, I was named after Roy Rogers, the cowboy. Yes, that’s the one the 50’s actor. Always dressed in white and rode a white horse called Trigger with his dog called Bullet. I am so glad my second name was not Hayes if it was, they would have called me Gabby. As I have said, they were great film addicts. Yes, you guessed it my mother’s name is Dale they married and became Mr. and Mrs. J and D Rogers.

I grew up watching all the cowboy movies, and you might as well know my screen girlfriend was a blond Doris Day. Most men fell in love with her, and I did. But it was going to happen to me.

So, let’s get back on track.

I was standing in the cinema queue which was a long one. We were right at the back with my mate, and two girls were in front of us. They laughed and giggled and kept on turning round to look at the pair of us.

We started to talk. I fancied the one with the long black hair and my mate fancies the other girl. When we got to the pay desk, I paid for the four of us. I sat next to the one I fancied and my friend sat next to the one he fancied.

And before you ask it was a cowboy movie. I did not watch much of it. I was glancing over at her. The girls went to the loo, and my mate bought the ice creams. At that time, we agreed to take them home.

My girl’s name was Fiona, and I had never met a girl with that name before. Fiona was not the movie star you are thinking of. But to me she was that little thing, something special to me. She was the same height as me and what a shaped body she had.

Well, that was the beginning of us dating. As we dated, I found out that Fiona liked the same things as myself. I would meet her after work and take her home. Then I would have to double back to meet her later. We dated for twelve months. Then it was time to ask that one question to her. Will you marry me?

I went down on bended knee and she gave me the right answer YES.

The next thing I did was to ask her father for his permission to take Fiona’s hand in marriage. He did the usual thing asking me how I was going to keep his lovely daughter fed, clothed and happy for the rest of her life.

I told him all my plans, and I wanted three children one of each and one of them. He laugh at the one of them bit. He was happy with what I told. Fiona’s parents planned the wedding in twelve months’ time. We had planned a weekend away in a cabin four months before the wedding with my mates and Fiona’s friends. There were six of us. Fiona’s father took me to one side.

“No funny business with Fiona I want to walk my lovely daughter up to the altar in white,” her father said to me.

I knew what he meant!

Fiona’s mother had a long talk with her I found out. The subject was the birds and the bees.

We went away for the weekend starting on Friday night. I wanted to get Fiona alone, and I knew she wanted to be alone with me. There was a hotel down the road from where the six of us were staying so I booked a room on the phone. The problem was how to lose the other four without them twigging what we were up too.

So, I asked them if I could take the car into town with Fiona to do a little shopping. I want to buy her a present for being together for twelve months and getting engaged to be married.

The four of them all said OK. I looked for my wallet and checked inside it if I had enough money in it right in front of the four of them.

Fiona said, “stop counting your money there won’t be much left when we get to town.” With a laugh.

Off to town but the hotel was in the opposite direction. When we were out of sight, I turned around. Fiona had her grandmother’s wedding ring on her finger when we got to the hotel desk. I dropped a case on the floor. I picked up the key and off to the room locking the door behind us.

We had only had long kisses in the past and I had felt her bust through her clothing. Now I was going to see her bust and the shape of her body. And she was going to find out what I had in my pants. She knew the effects she had on me before when I kissed her pushing my throbbing cock against her body. This was going to be our first time together.

Fiona was 5-feet six tall and weighing 100 pounds at her heaviest. With an eye-catching 38-24-37 figure. That never failed to catch my eyes. Her frame accentuated her perfectly formed curves. She had thick long black hair that seemed to spill over her shoulders. In all directions. Her face was so young and pretty that she could only be described as angelic. With soft brown eyes that could make her look so innocent she appeared much younger than her years.

I held her at the waist and kissed her with as much passion I had in me and she kissed me back.

Fiona said, “Do you want to strip me, so you can look at my body?

“Will we strip each other at the same time? I said.

I was all fingers and thumps and Fiona was the same. We were getting into a mess. But Fiona was standing there in front of me in bra and knickers and myself with my briefs on. My cock was bursting to get out of them. We lay down on the bed and kissed. Then I pushed her bra cup over her 38 tits.

” No take it off or will I do it,” Fiona said.

“You take it please,” I said. Moving away a bit.

There they were, a pair of 38-inch shaped tits. Waiting for me to fondle them, flicking, and pulling at her nipples and sucking them hard. I started to suck a tit then the other one I could not get enough of her tits. I squeezed them, flick her nipple’s and back to sucking. I did not want to stop. Fiona held my head against her tits.

I was in heaven, and she was moaning all the time. I was jerking against her body my cock wanted to get going. I stopped fondling her tits and held her knickers pulling them down her wonderful body. She stopped me and got off the bed, and she removed her knickers for me. I looked at her shaped body smiling all the time at her and her at me. I grabbed hold of my briefs and pulled them down laying down on the bed. My cock was standing upright. Fiona smiled when she saw my eight inches in length and two inches width.

“God you are big you will have to take your time with that monster,” Fiona said getting back on the bed.