Pretty Young Cowgirl by markerss
Delve into 'Pretty Young Cowgirl' by markerss, an enticing erotic tale that captures the wild spirit of romance and adventure. Discover captivating characters, steamy encounters, and a storyline that will leave you breathless. Perfect for fans of passionate and adventurous erotic fiction!<br/>
Most of the action was going to be at the fairgrounds but when I saw an attractive young girl stand a little ways in front of me, I was immediately attracted to her and wanted to see if I could somehow get with her. She was definitely young, much younger than me but I wanted to be with her.
I’d been planning to go visit some of my relatives that live in a small town about three hours away because the town always has a celebration a few weeks before the Fourth of July. It was a good time last year, and this year there would be a very popular band playing out at the fair grounds, and unbeknownst to me, I’d have a chance to meet a very attractive young girl.
After getting there, I got settled in to one of the spare bedroom. No one was going to home this weekend, because they had all gone to a concert in a neighboring town. I hung out there for a little bit, but as the afternoon came around, I decided to headed out to where the celebration was taking place.
Most of the action was out at the fairgrounds, where they had booths set up, with different activities, and there was a band taking the stage in the main arena. It wasn’t the headliner, but I did venture over to check it out. People were milling around, and it was fun to watch people, especially all the young girls. I was looking forward to hearing the main band that was going to player later, they were the one everyone wanted to see.
As the afternoon waned and more and more people headed over to main arena, I too went over, trying to find a good place to watch and listen to the headline band. I set up on the arena floor, near the guys that controlled the lighting, and being they were kind of centered, I had a good view. At first, I just stood by the canopy that was set up for the control guys, so I could watch people coming in. It wasn’t dark yet when the band finally took the stage, but as everyone cheered, and the promoter announced them, they started playing.
It was a pretty good venue, and as I stood there watching, a young girl suddenly stood up a little ways in front of me. “Wow,” I thought, “she’s really pretty,” and yea she was very attractive, but looked very young.
Continuing to check her out, she looked to be a little heavy, but she had a really pretty face, steely blue eyes, and she had her blonde hair, French braided on each side, which I found really attractive. “Man,” I was really attracted to her, and even though she was obviously a lot younger than me, being I was in my early to mid 40s, but I immediately had thoughts of being with her.
I continued to check her out and as she stood there, looking around, I hoped we’d make eye contact. She was kind of short, but when I saw her chubby cheeks as she smiled, I couldn’t help but try to drink her in as much as I could, without being to obvious.
It looked like she was sitting with her parents, and when she happened to lean forward, resting her hands on her lawn chair, talking to them, I could see she was having a good time, laughing and gesturing.
She really didn’t seem to have a care In the world, which I really liked, so much so, that I wanted to be with her, if I could. She wasn’t very tall, and maybe a little overweight but as I continued to check her out, I tried to convince myself that she was 21, but feeling she was much younger than that, I hoped she was at least 18. Yea, I knew I was probably too old for her, but I tried to tell myself, “I do look much younger than my age,” but also thought, “Is it young enough?”
She was wearing a burnt orange sleeveless top that accentuated her small but full looking boobs, and tan chubby arms. It didn’t appear that she had on a bra, she probably didn’t really need one, and as she stood up, I was immediately drawn to a big western belt buckle a top her high waisted blue jeans.
It was obvious she was a cowgirl, or maybe it was that she just like dressing that way, and seeing she was wearing some dusty old cowboy boots, only helped confirm it. There was definitely an allure about her, and I’m sure it was because she was young and bubbly, and her smile was infectious too.
Continuing to soak her in, desperately tried to think of away to interact with her, she suddenly turn slightly. “My my my, I thought.
She really had a nice shape, especially seeing her big but nicely shaped butt and thighs packed in those blue jeans. I continued to fantasize about being with her, and when she suddenly turned back, looking my way, I figured she’d caught me staring. I was hoping we’d make eye contact, and seeing her smile, made me smile too, especially seeing her chubby little cheeks when she smiled and naively giggle.
However, we never did make eye contact, and when she sat down, I felt, “I’m too old,” figuring it was never going to be. Yea, she might have been a little chubby, but I also thought, “Maybe it was just because she was so young or maybe she just looked a little heavy being she was short.”
In either case, I couldn’t get enough of her and as I continued to strain to look at her, she stood up again, looking back. I again hoped she see me looking at her, but being she was having such a good time, she didn’t really see me. I was becoming more and more attracted to her as she stood there, continuing to talk with her parents. However, it now looked like they were sending her to go buy stuff over at the concession stands, and looking around myself, feeling this might be a chance to meet her, I tried to figure out which way she’d go.
She took some money from her mom and as she headed off, I too moved toward the only entrance to the main arena, hoping to talk to her. The sun was just starting to go down, and as I casually walked toward the entrance I watched to see where she was going. She definitely walked like a cowgirl, or maybe it was the boots, but she carried herself confidently, appearing much older.
She continued to smile as she made her way through the crowd, which made me smile too, and again think, “I gotta see her.”
Making sure to time it so we would deliberately run into each other, right at the entrance, we looked at each other, and smiling, I excitedly said, “Hi!”
She smiled, but it seemed to surprise her, but she too said, “Hi,” as we went through the narrow entrance.
Trying to strike up a conversation, as we walked through the gate I asked, “What’s your name?”
Glancing over at me hesitantly as we continued out of the entrance, I saw she was smiling and as we got out toward where the concessions she said, “Melissa.”
Smiling, continuing to looked at each other, I reached out my hand, wanting to make contact by shaking hands. Introducing myself as she looked down at my hand, she eventually took it and after shaking hands she looked up at me. She really was pretty, had such a pretty smile, and even though she was young, and short, she seemed more mature.
Asking her, “Where are you going,” she again hesitated but smiling said, “My mom wants me to go get some stuff over at the convenience store.”