A Surprise in Sonora-By
Koldkock
The blonde
cowboy rode up in front o' the saloon and dismounted. It was too late ta make
his way back ta home tanight so he figured he stop o'er in Sonora for a hot
meal, a couple o' cold brews and a warm bed. He looked all up and down the
street and tho' it wasn't deserted, there wasn't a lot o' activity goin' on
this time o' night either. The sign on the winda o' the saloon read, "The
Ace O' Spades," and the blonde took off his tan hat and wiped his sweaty
brow. He patted the trail dust from his pants and shirt and then he tied his
horse ta the post out side o' the saloon. He stroked the stallion's strong neck
and whispered soothingly ta him afore walkin' inside. The place was crowded and
he had trouble makin' his way ta the back. Well, he finally found an empty
table and he took a seat and lay his hat on the table aside him.
"Beer mista?" the saloon girl asked.
The blonde looked up at her and noted she was 'bout forty years o' age and she
wore her dull red hair pinned up with errant strands hangin' loose here and
there. Her pale blue eyes tole of a lifetime of heartache and hard livin' and
the blonde couldn't help but feel sorry for her and for the life she'd either
chosen or had been forced ta live.
"Thank ya ma'am," the blonde drawled.
"Comin' right up sugar," she said.
She expertly manoeuvered her way through the crowd, avoidin' pinches here and
grabs there. The blonde looked around the saloon and noticed a couple o' poker
games takin' place. Always game, he briefly considered joinin' in one o' them but
decided against it. He needed ta stay focused and the large amount o' cash that
he was carryin' on him from the sale o' them heifers down in Mariposa made him
a might anxious. Because he'd arrived in Sonora so late, the bank had already
closed up and he had no choice but ta carry the large amount from the sale on
his person.
Well, the saloon girl returned with a shot o' whiskey and a cold mug o' beer
and sat it down on the table in front o' him.
"Thanks," the blonde said quietly, as he looked up at her. The heavy
makeup and lipstick she wore made her appear garish and he knew that the mole
below the corner o' her left eye was penciled on.
"Don't recall seeing ya 'round here afore," she said as she rolled a
cigarette, "ya new in town?"
"Just passin' through," the blonde said, as he sipped his whiskey.
She pulled the chair out and sat down across from him, "Me too," she
said as she stroked a match along the top o' the table and lit her cigarette
with it, "I been passin' through this town for the last fifteen years and
I ain't got nowhere yet."
The blonde couldn't help but smile at her as she chuckled. She wore a bright
orange dress which hung offta her shoulders revealing heavily freckled
shoulders and bosom. Her bodice pushed her breasts up o'er the low cut top and
he quickly looked away as he caught himself following the pattern of freckles
down between her breasts.
She chuckled with the cigarette danglin' loosely from the corner o' her mouth
and followed his gaze down her cleavage. She shook the match out and threw it
down to the floor.
"I'm Mable," she rasped, "but folks 'round these parts just call
me Sadie."
"Pleased ta meet cha Sadie," he said, "I'm Heath."
She looked at his clear blue eyes, tanned skin and thick blonde hair,
"Yup," she said appraisingly, "you're Heath alright!" She
let out a throaty laugh and said, "Ya hungry cowboy?"
"Yes ma,am, I reckon I'am."
She laughed and stood up, "We got beefstew and bread. How's that for
ya?"
"That'd be fine ma'am."
"Comin' right up," she said as she pushed her chair in and walked
away.
Heath inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh as he took a long swig from his
brew. He continued ta peruse the saloon as he waited for his meal.
Afta a while, Sadie appeared with his meal and placed it in front o' him,
"This place ain't much," she said, "but cook sure knows his way
'round a kitchen. His beefstew is the best you're gonna find in these
parts."
"Thank ya," Heath said, as he picked up his spoon and began to eat.
He found that she was right 'bout the stew. The vegetables was fresh and cooked
to perfection and the beef was tender and seasoned. The bread was fresh out the
oven and lightly buttered. Heath ate every drop and sopped up the last o' it
with his last piece o' bread and plopped it in his mouth. He finished his meal
off with the last contents in his beer mug and sat back and stretched his long
legs out 'neath him under the table.
When he was done, Sadie come back o'er with another mug o' cold beer and placed
it in front o' him and she handed his empty dishes ta one o' her charges.
Takin' the seat that she'd recently vacated, she looked him o'er.
Heath took a long drink from the brew and placed the mug back on the table.
"Now that ya satisfied one type o' hunger," Sadie said suggestively,
"how'd ya like ta satisfy another kind?"
Heath felt his groin tighten and quickly sat forward so that she wouldn't see
the effect that her words had on his hardenin' cock.
"No thanks," he said as he scratched his nail along a groove in the
table.
She laughed that throaty laugh o' hers again and said, "Don't worry
cowboy, I wasn't talkin' 'bout myself," she patted the back o' her hair
and gave him a wink, "I know I'm past my prime by at least two
years!" she said with a shout o' laughter. Heath smiled in spite o'
hisself.
"Unh uh," she said, I was talkin' 'bout one o' my girls. Trained 'em
all myself. They're top rate, every one o' 'em. Handsome young buck like you
can have ya pic o' the litter."
"No thanks ma'am," Heath said shyly, "I'm really not in the mood
tanight."
"Bull!" she laughed, "that cock o' yours is so hard it almost
poked my eye out when ya walked in the door!" she hooted.
Heath turned bright red and ducked his head.
"Now come on," she encouraged, "my girls'll treat ya good, and I
won't even charge ya up the way I do these hooligans in here. No honey, for you
I'll give my bargain rates, just cause you're so cute. Now how 'bout
that?"
She took his silence for assent and leaned forward, "Go on up ta room
three," she whispered, "it's the best in the house. You go on up and
git nice and comfy and I'll send my best girl up with a bottle. She's a sweet
young thing, just got in a couple weeks ago. I don't lay 'er down with just
anybody. Just quality fella's like yaself. There aint nothin' she won't do for
ya, you just name it. But no rough stuff alright? I don't like my girls roughed
up, I don't care how cute ya are."
She reached down into her bosom and pulled out the key to room three and held
it out to Heath. He had no intentions of taking it but after bein' out on the
trail and without a woman for the last two months, the throbbin' bulge between
his legs insisted. Hesitatin' for just a moment, he reached over and gently
removed the key from her hand.
Without another word, Sadie got up from the table and walked away. Heath let
out a long sigh and stood and picked his hat up. He bounced the key up and down
in his palm and then turned and walked o'er and went up the back stairs. He
stood out side o' room three for a moment or so and then stuck the key in the
lock. His mouth dropped open when he entered the room, for it was huge and it
was done up in beautiful, heavy mahogany furniture and lavish and colourful
curtains, pillows and bed cloths. The carpet was plush and there was a warm
fire aglowin' in the hearth. Heath walked in and silently closed the door
behind him. He threw his hat on the table next ta the door and walked around
and admired the opulently decorated room. He come to a door at the rear o' the
room and peaked in, astonished ta find a full water closet. He smiled and ran a
hot bath as he discarded his clothes and he took a cigar from the box and lit
it and climbed inta the tub. The water was soothin' and he sat and relaxed for
awhile afore finally grabbin' the scented soap and washin' the trail dust offta
his body. As he sat and bathed, he heard a voice call out from the other room.
"Anybody here...?" she called.
Heath looked up quickly and his cigar fell from his mouth and inta his bath
water as he called out, "In here! Be right out!"
He heard a giggle from the other room, "Take ya time cowboy," she
said in a sultry but pleasant voice, "we got aaaallllll night."
Heath groaned as his cock instantly became erect at the sound of her voice. He
reached down below the water and took it in his hand. He lay back and closed
his eyes as he gently stroked hisself.
"Ya need help in there cowboy?" the sexy voice called out.
"Uh, no, uh, be right there!" Heath called as he gripped the sides o'
the tub and pulled hisself out of it. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried off,
careful not ta touch the burgeonin' erection juttin' out between his legs. He
wrapped the towel around his middle and opened up the door. As he walked inta
the room, he saw her sittin' there on the huge bed with her back ta him. She
was wearing a colourful kimono robe and her long beautiful blond hair hung down
her back as she adjusted her fishnet stockings.
"Can I pour ya one?" she asked with her back still to him.
"Uh yeah, thanks..." Heath said, as he slowly made his way o'er ta
the bed. He could see that she was shapely under her kimono robe and he wanted
ta rub her silky blond hair all o'er his chest and across his hard nipples. His
breathin' came in short gasps as he thought about the night ahead with her. She
poured him a large shot o' bourbon and then poured one for herself. Turnin'
slowly on the bed with the glasses in her hand, she looked up at him and
extended a glass out ta him. Heath's mouth dropped open as she turned ta face
him and he got a look at her face. His heart pounded in his ears and he
swooned, thinkin' he was goin' ta faint.
"Audra!" Heath yelled in shocked surprise, "What the hell are ya
doin' here!"