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about tying ropes.”
    I rolled onto my side, getting lightheaded from thinking about what other sexual experiences lay ahead for me.

 
     

     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    The erotic thoughts spinning around in my head must have made me sleepy, or maybe it was the great climaxes I’d had since I’d met Blake, but I woke up realizing I’d dozed off. Blake was still beside me.
    “You have a nice nap?” he asked.
    “How long have I been asleep?”
    “Only about fifteen minutes. I had a siesta myself. It’s the steak and having sex straight after eating it that makes you drowsy.”
    I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not.
    A clap of thunder sounded directly overhead, and then there was a sudden downpour of rain. Some heavy enough to making pinging sounds on the window. I guessed, by the sound of things, some hail might be thrown in there, too.
    “That doesn’t sound like fun out there,” I said.
    “Nope, and I was thinking of staying the night. If that’s okay with you.”
    “Perfectly all right with me.” I’m not a big lover of storms, especially in a strange place, so Blake’s company was going to be welcome for several reasons. “So what do cowboys do on sleepovers? Or is it all about eating baked beans and farting round the campfire?”
    “Not when we’re with a lady. Once I’ve used the little boy’s room, I’ll be back to show you.”
    I rolled over on my side, grabbed the remote control, and flicked on the TV as Blake got off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Maybe we could watch a movie together.
    I still hadn’t found anything worth watching, and he was back five minutes later, standing by the bed with his hands behind his back.
    “Roll over onto your belly for me, and close your eyes. No cheating.”
    I flicked off the TV, put the remote control on the nightstand, and then did as he asked. I felt the bed going down and guessed Blake had climbed onto it. His body slid up next to mine, its heat radiating onto my thigh. He ran his hand over my right ass cheek then slid his fingers down between both cheeks and penetrated my pussy. He pumped a few times, withdrew his finger, and then nothing…. Just what was he planning to do back there?
    “Can I open my—”
    Something cold slid inside me, and I laughed when I realized what I’d accidently left on the countertop in the bathroom.
    He kissed my back and neck as he twisted it around inside me a few times. “Is this what you play with when you’ve got no man to fuck you?”
    “Yeah, a girl has to use something.”
    “You ever played with it with a guy?” he asked.
    I shook my head as he very gently pumped me with my vibrator. He licked my neck as he thrust it harder and, without warning, it brought me to climax almost too quickly.
    “Hell, you must really love this thing,” he said, pulling it out.
    I opened my eyes and flipped over onto my back. I thought he was done, but he slid it into me again. I sat up on my elbows, and we both seemed equally fascinated by the sight of it slowly disappearing, first into my pubic hair then my pussy.
    It was driving me crazy now, and I wanted to get the next orgasm out of the way, so I took the liberty of turning it on. Blake almost dropped it as it began to buzz. I set my body down on the bed and relaxed as Blake inserted it deeper inside me.
    “I want to watch you come, city girl.”
    I held his other hand and squeezed it with all my might as my climax built and took me over the edge. It was better than ever, and I suspected it was because Blake was in control of my battery-operated friend instead of me…and not to mention the fact that his hand was close to my pussy, too. He seemed to be so turned on watching me climax. I wondered if he’d ever done this sort of thing to a woman before.
    Next thing I knew, he’d flipped me on my belly, his cock had replaced the vibrator, and he was riding me.
    “Did I tell you I once was in a rodeo?” he asked, slapping my