Stagecoach Stop

                                        Stagecoach Stop
                                       


We spent the night at the hotel in Virginia City, but not before doing some role-playing to set the mood for the evening.  You were a rich landowner just in town to sell some cattle, and I had just arrived on the stagecoach that morning, with Virginia City being just a stop over until I caught the next stage out in the morning to finish the journey home.  Since only one type of woman was allowed inside of the Saloons back then, we met over dinner that was provided with our rooms.  The gentleman who owned the hotel had introduced us and said’ “Why don’t the two of you share a table and then you both will have company for dinner?”

Conversation came easy, and batter was light and teasing.  We asked questions of each other and I found out about the cattle business and you found out I was on my way home after attending a finishing school in the East.  You took my breath away at this first meeting.

You asked the Barkeep for a bottle of whiskey and you came back to our table.  You said, “Go on up to your room, enjoy your view of the city below, and I will be upstairs in a little while.”  This was all new to me, but as I said before you took my breath away and I could do nothing else but follow your instructions.  Now this was not normal behavior for women in the Old West, but something about you touched me deep inside and all I could do was to eagerly await your arrival.  The waiting was agony.  I paced the room, fixed my hair, I sat in the chair, and I gazed out the window; anything to take my mind off the waiting.  The City, which was almost straight across from my window because I was on the third floor, was brightly lit with oil lamps and you could see the people inside of the buildings.  They were drinking and making wild gestures with their hands and arms as they talked.  The night was clear and the stars seemed to hang just beyond my window frame.

There was a soft knock my door, and I said, “Who is it?  Softly so no one else in the Hotel, if they weren’t in Virginia City, would know that I was letting a gentleman caller into my room without a chaperone present.  I opened the door and you walked in with your gallant walk that I have memorized in my head.  You set the whiskey bottle and the two shot glasses on the dresser next to the wash pitcher and bowl.  I realized I hadn’t taken a breath since you walked in the room and I took a deep breath in to avoid fainting dead away upon the floor.  I sat down in one of the chairs by the small table and gestured for you to take the other one.  You opened the whiskey bottle and poured two glasses and put the cork back in the bottle.  You brought the shot glasses over to the table, placing one before me and one where you would be sitting.  Then you went back to fetch the bottle and you put it on the floor near the open window.

We talked and laughed, just like we had at dinner.  At one point in our conversation, you reached across the small table and picked up my hand and brought it to your lips to kiss; your eyes stayed locked with mine the whole time, closing them only for the moment when you kissed my hand.  You asked me if I would dance with you and I said yes.  For the first time you held me in your arms, and I felt like I had been there forever.  You sort of hummed, very softly, a slow dance song of the day and held me closer to you.  After a few minutes you broke your grip on my hands and put your hands on both sides of my face and slowly brought your lips down onto mine. The first kiss was like thunder.  I felt my whole body tingle as your soft kiss lasted for almost a minute more.  Then I stood, wide-eyed and looked at your face and the smile that played across your lips.  You took the two steps that separated us and took me in your arms and kissed me again, longer, deeper, and more passionate than the first time.  When you finally let go I trembled and almost fell, but you were ready for that and caught me before I had even dropped an inch.  You said, “Here, you’d better sit down or lie down,” and you gestured with a nod of your head to the bed.  When I was still shaking and unable to catch my breath, you said, “Maybe it would be best if you lie down until your breathing returns to normal.”  You bend down and proceeded to untie my shoes and placed them, standing together, near the head of the bed.  You sat down, near my waist, and brushed a lock of my hair from my eyes.  Then you bent down and gave me another kiss, not a soft one, but one that filled my whole body with sensations I had never felt before.  The kiss seemed to go on forever and my breathing turned into short, shallow gasps for air.  You simply said, “Don’t hurry it, love, take longer breaths.”  Then you undid the first hook at the top of the collar on my dress, your gaze never leaving my eyes for a second.  When the high collar no longer was strangling tight, my breathing did ease, but just a little.  You said, “These high collars will kill someone some day.  Now that is better, just easy, normal breaths.”, and with these words you bent down to give me another kiss.  Suddenly, your tongue lightly danced in front of my teeth, making me moan, even when I was trying not to make a sound.  You said, “I think we are all alone on this floor, what few people I saw when I came up were leaving.”

You looked into my eyes and asked, “Are you OK, now?  I haven’t frightened you, have I?”  I said, “No, I just never knew I could feel this way or what it felt like for a man to kiss my lips…’  Your reply was, “Would you like another kiss?”  My eyes must have given away the answer to that, and again you were kissing me.  I rose up on my arms so I was a little ways off the bed and your arms wrapped around me again.  I put my arms around your neck because I never wanted any of this to stop.  Your lips moved to my neck and to the open collar of my dress, and again, a tiny moan of pleasure escaped my lips before I could pull it back.  Your arms loosened and your hands traveled to the top of my dress, in seconds your lips were there, too.  You eased me slowly back down to the bed, and continued to unhook the top of my dress.  Every time another hook or button was loosened, your lips were right there, kissing the exposed flesh.  For one brief moment, I thought, “I’m not married to this man.” But all I wanted were your lips again kissing me and I was carried away.  Every word I might have wanted to say would not escape my mouth, and the deeper this kiss became, the less I wanted to protest, so I simply kissed you back.  After a few minutes, you stood, your gaze never leaving my face, and you unknotted your tie, removed your vest and shirt and laid them on one of the chairs.  Your shoes where next, but all I could think or feel was the emptiness I felt from not having you near me.  You walked back to the bed, bringing the glasses and the whiskey bottle with you.  Your gaze never left my face, not for a second.  You brushed the hair from my face and bent to kiss me again, and moved one leg onto the bed.  I had not really moved, just raised myself up on my elbows to watch you undress.  You asked if ZI wanted another sip of the whiskey, and I said yes.  You handed me my glass and you downed your glass like it was water, shaking your head from side to side as the whiskey went down your throat.  Foolishly I did the same thing and started to cough, but this soon passed and you were sitting next to me on the bed with one knee and calf tucked under the other.  One more kiss and your fingers went back to work on my dress.  Oh, why did I have so many layers of clothes on???  When you paused for a minute, I said, “All of these layers of clothing are about to strangle me.”  So I moved to the other side of the bed and took off what seemed like a hundred petticoats, but left my bloomers on.  Since a woman gets good at loosening a corset quite early in life, I was able to undo and remove mine in less than a minute.  Next the dress was off, and all I had on was a camisole and a pair of bloomers.  I was not sure, exactly what was going to happen next, but I knew that all these clothes were just too hot to leave on. 

I really was unsure of what was going to happen next.  The only problem was that the stories made it sound like the woman was being attacked.  This was nothing like the stories.  I moved back to where you were lying on your side watching me.  I snuggled in next to your chest and felt like I belonged there.  Your kisses resumed down my neck and then they reached my shoulders and chest.  You stopped, pushed the camisole up so I could only feel what you were doing, and then your lips reached my breasts!  You took one hard and erect nipple into your mouth and waves upon waves of tingling sensations raced through my body!  I never wanted you to leave my breast!  Your hand reached for the other one and you moved the nipples between your fingers, this too was bliss.  Then your hand left my breast and traveled down my body, slowly, until you reached the end of my bare skin.  Here you paused while you took my nipple more passionately into your mouth until I arched my back in pleasure and I feared the small gasps might turn into small screams if I did not hold them back.  I was panting, hungry for each new sensation.  Everything you were doing to me was heaven; I could not have stopped if I had wanted to.  When I arched my back, in one smooth motion, your hand went into my bloomers and you touched me there.  I didn’t think the pleasure could get any greater than it already was, but I was wrong.  You left my breast and began kissing me on the exposed flesh.  When you reached the top of my bloomers, your hand pushed them down as if they had never been there in the first place, and I moved my legs and toes to remove them completely.  I was naked except for the camisole around my neck, so I raised my head slightly, grabbed it and threw it down, not even caring where it landed.  Your eyes drank in the full view of my naked body and you moaned.  Your lips were not yet finished with me, and you again started kissing my tummy.  But you did not stop there, you proceeded even farther down.  I had never heard anything about this and was eager to find out what would happen next.

When your kiss reached the part of me that I did not know the name of, you took your finger and moved parts of me around.  Then your kisses became licks and I let out a scream of pleasure, but it was not loud enough to draw anyone’s attention. My hips bucked and I could not control them.  Whatever you were doing, I wanted more!  More and More!  But it was not to be, as you stopped the most intense pleasure I had ever known and moved up beside me again.  I could feel you, so hard, so throbbing, and as you entered me and slid your member deep inside of me I gasped in pleasure again.  My arm went around your neck and I held on tight.

Our hips bucked in unison and I knew that this was the best part of the act.  Our momentum built until I could stand it no longer, Wave after wave of ripples washed both inside of me and all over my body.  I must have caught you by surprise because you gasped and I could feel warm-hot liquid inside of me and the frantic twitching that I was unaware of the origin.  It seemed like this went on forever, but in a few minutes, your breathing slowed and you rolled off of me.  You lay down beside of me and gently kissed my lips and looked into my wide-open eyes and slightly open mouth.  My breath had not yet slowed down completely and I felt like I had been transported to a brand new place, where others had not been before me.
You took me in your arms and held my naked body to you and said, “I have never known the sex act to be like this.  I can not let you go.”  “My business in town will take at least three more days, but no more.  What is the name of your Father’s ranch again?”  I told you “Glen Eden”, and you nodded your head in agreement.  Then you said, “I have never dealt directly with your Father, but I have heard good things about his honesty and judgment.”  I said yes, “My Father is a good man.”  You replied, “I must ask for your hand in marriage.  I have been alone for sometime, never finding anyone I could relax and be friends with, let alone take for my wife.  We have so much together; I can not let this end here, not that I ever wanted to.  I will be along to your home in a few days.  Tell your Father that you met a man while in Virginia City, and the two of you wandered the city streets and ate meals together.”  “But do not tell him of what we just did.  Just tell him that you really like this man and hope that your paths cross again some day.”  I will follow you and when I arrive I will ask your Father for your hand, then, my lovely, we can love and pleasure ourselves for a lifetime.”

You pressed me to you and kissed my lips again.  Then you got up and started to dress.  You came back over to the bed and sat while you knotted your tie and told me just how very important I was to you.  Then you kissed me again, got up, grabbed your coat and walked towards the door of my room.  “It will be just a few days until I will have you for all time, but right now I have an appointment with a Roulette wheel, so I will see you in the morning before your stagecoach leaves town.”

That was how we met, and never once did we regret what we’d done.