Desert Hearts

Samantha and I gathered, rocks, brush and sticks for a campfire; hot work on a hot day. With the afternoon sun casting long shadows, I eyed the cool looking water with one thought in mind.

"Sam, can we...ya know..." I cast my gaze at the watering hole.

"Hell yeah!"

Clothes went flying in all directions. The water was only ankle deep but it felt incredibly cooling after a long hot day in the saddle.

As we lay on our backs I gazed at Samantha and the expression of pure joy on her face made my heart flutter with emotion. I turned and positioned myself on top of her, kissing her with heated passion.

"Hmm...are ya horny Mel?" she asked after a very long kiss.

"Yeah," I sighed.

With Samantha on her back, I knelt over her face. The rock hurt my knees but I wanted to ride her face. She grabbed my butt and brought my drooling gash to her mouth.

"Oh God...Sam...oh..." I groaned.

Samantha's expert tongue turned my honey pot into a bubbling cauldron of juices.

"Oh...eat my pussy..." I brayed.

The pressure built rapidly inside my slice, growing in intensity until I was close to a mind bending explosion.

"Oh sweet Jesus...don't stop Sam..."

The throbbing in my pussy reached its peak and over the edge I tumbled.

"Oh God...oh God...Oh God..." I yelled.

With Samantha's face tight against my sex, I came like a thundering herd of cattle. Quickly we changed places and when she positioned herself over my face, I gazed up at her and thought she resembled a young goddess.

Grasping her hard buns, I slathered Samantha's wet quim with long strokes, going deeper, savoring the pungent flavor. Never in my wildest sex fantasies did I imagine that the taste of a female would be so enormously appealing to me.

While I devoured Samantha's soaked pussy, the succulent flesh yielded its nectar.

"Umm...oh...oh...umm..." she moaned.

As my tongue lashed her clit, Samantha rolled and pinched her nipples. Thin pulses of girly fluids leaked into my mouth and I greedily swallowed not wasting a drop.

"Oh...umm...Mel...I'm gonna cum..."

Samantha reared back like a wild mare and rode my face to paradise.

With darkness closing in, Samantha built a fire and we ate the food stored in our saddle bags. Tired from the journey, we prepared to bed down for the night and zippered our sleeping bags together making one large cocoon like space.

The nights in the desert can be downright chilly and I snuggled with Samantha, holding her naked body against mine. Without the intrusion of any city lights, the clear sky lit up with a majestic canopy of stars.

The sight was truly awe inspiring.

"Gosh Sam...I think I can see the Milky Way..." I gushed.

A long bright cloudy streak dominated overhead.

"When I was young, Daddy would bring me here and I'd wish on the first star that I saw."

"What did ya wish for?" I asked curiously.

"I wished my mother was still alive...she died when I was young and I missed her somethin' awful...then I started wishing for a new mom and sure enough, daddy met Gladys..."

I embraced my sexy cowgirl as her sentimental story brought tears to my eyes.

"...she's been a good step mom...helped raise me the right way...I do love her and I know that she love's me...heck, she's a lot more lenient than daddy. He didn't want me to date until I was eighteen but Gladys, bless her heart, gave him an earful and said sixteen was appropriate...I guess he was jes tryin' to be protective of me..."

As I wiped tears from my wet eyes, I sniffed and Samantha turned towards me.

"Hey, yer crying..."

Samantha held me tight, kissing my forehead and damp cheeks tenderly.

"You don't feel sorry for me, do ya?"

"Yeah, I do. It's just that...I can't imagine losing my mother...I've been a god awful bitch to her but I'd never want anything to happen to her..." I expressed in a tremulous voice.

"Aw Mel...ya got a soft heart after all..."

I knew at that moment that I had changed. The arrogant, spoiled teen pre-ranch arrival was gone...Samantha had tamed me and in a gentle way. She hadn't broken me or my spirit, I still felt like me...just different. The girl's gonna be one awesome teacher someday, I quietly mused.

For hours we kissed and nuzzled, my hands running the length of her lean bod and vice versa. Finally sleep overtook us and I spent the night in her sweet embrace.

On the long ride back to the "Lazy J" Samantha took a different route. The barren landscape bristled with heat and we paused frequently to rest ourselves and the horses. Right around suppertime we rode past the main house and there was Uncle Carl waiting for us on the porch.

"Well now...glad ya made it back in one piece..."

Samantha and I waved, heading straight for the corral. My rump hurt from riding all day and I couldn't wait to take a shower with Samantha. In the steamy confines we washed each others body, ending in a mutual masturbation session that was incredibly satisfying.

My last week at the "Lazy J" was especially tough as I tried to savor every moment with Samantha. No guests were booked and our chores were light compared to mid-summer.

Samantha moved some of her belongings back to main house and reclaimed her bedroom. With no guests underfoot, we ate our meals in my aunt's kitchen but I did miss the rustic porch of the cookhouse.

The final night, I held Samantha tight in my bunk.

"Thanks Sam...thanks for everything..." I said with a heavy heart.

Samantha gazed at me intently.

"You've learned a lot...but don't thank me...you did it, ya didn't quit."

We kissed like lovers and I felt my body heating yet once again.

"Hey, I almost forgot...I have something for you," she said mysteriously.

Samantha pulled a neatly wrapped box from her dresser. Inside was a framed photo of me on Ginger with the house and windmill in the background. I was attired in my western work clothes and hat; a sunny smile graced my face. She must have taken it after one of our many morning rides on the mesa.

"Just a little something to remember yer stay here..."

"Gosh, Sam...thanks, thanks a lot!" I was genuinely appreciative.

I took the beautiful cowgirl in my arms and kissed her with passionate desire. Our lovemaking was filled with ardor and lasted till the wee hours of the night.

The next morning, Samantha and I rose as the first streaks of dawn appeared in the eastern sky. We were mostly silent as we walked to the stable, saddled our horses and rode out into the desert. There wasn't much to say and a terrible feeling of sadness settled over me.

After our long ride, I brushed down Ginger and led her back to her stall for some well earned feed and water. As I gazed at her fondly, my emotions welled up inside me and dampened my eyes.

Outside the cook house we ate our morning meal without uttering a word. The finality of my tenure at the "Lazy J" weighed heavily on me and I fought like crazy to keep my emotions in check.

In our cabin, I finished some last minute packing and as I secured my back pack, I looked at Samantha's sad eyed face. Suddenly we were in each others arms, kissing frantically.

"Oh Mel, I wish ya didn't have ta go..." she whispered passionately.

More than anything, I wanted to stay with Samantha.

"You're the best Sam...ya taught me soo much," I said, sniffing back tears.

There was no time left not even for a quicky. If I didn't get my butt in gear I'd miss the bus. But I was determined to do one last thing... I told Samantha that I was going to the stable to see Ginger. When I got to her stall, the tears started as I put my arms around her neck. Her ears pricked up and I gazed into her languid eyes.

"Bye Ginger..." I blubbered.

I lay my forehead along her long muzzle and Ginger didn't move a muscle. Slowly I pulled a carrot out of my back pocket and offered it to her. When she finished munching, I held a few lumps of sugar up to her mouth. The sweet delight disappeared as the tug on my heart strings grew stronger. I gave her one last hug, turned on my heels and walked out of the stable crying. I embraced my aunt and uncle but Uncle Carl gave me a parting shot,

"You'll make a good lawyer Melanie,"

That was his sage advice.

On the ride into town, I couldn't take my eyes off Samantha. I had taken photos but I wanted to always remember her as I saw her at that moment; a girl on the cusp of womanhood, smart, sexy and beautiful.

In the parking lot of the Bus Terminal, Samantha turned to me and when I saw the tears glistening in her eyes, I lost it. Her strong arms enveloped me as I cried on her shoulder.

"Please don't cry Mel...I'm sad too...I'm gonna miss ya soo much..." she said in a halting voice, and cried along with me.

My heart was bereft. I had to leave the one person who brought joy and love to my life. Because of Samantha, I was a changed girl, very different from the first day I set foot on the ranch.

There we sat, holding each other until the last possible minute. I couldn't bear to say goodbye and kissed her, not caring who saw us. I looked deep into Samantha's eyes and saw the depth of feeling that she had for me. Although she never verbalized it, I know that she loved me; every fiber of my being resonated with the intense sentiment.

On the long trip back to California, I thought about Samantha constantly. Many times I wiped tears from my eyes as the events of the last four months played over and over in my head. The ache in my heart refused to go away. Life without my beautiful Samantha; I couldn't come to grips with it and at one point I sniffled a little too loudly. The elderly woman sitting next to me asked if I was ok and offered me some Kleenex which I gladly accepted.

**** When I arrived home, my mother greeted me at the door and I hugged her tight to my body.

"Love you mom," I whispered with tears in my eyes.

My mother pulled back and gazed at me with a puzzled expression.

"Are you feeling ok?" she asked.

Considering how I left, with an enormous chip on my shoulder, her trepidation was expected

"Yeah, I'm fine...glad to be home..." I said with a half smile.

But, I couldn't stop the tears, and they flowed in an unbroken line down my cheeks.

"What's wrong darling, why all the tears?"

"I'm gonna miss them...I...they taught me soo much..."

In truth, it was Samantha that I would miss with every ounce of my being. The thought that I would go to bed tonight and wake tomorrow without her in my life, upset me terribly. I knew in my heart that I loved her and it would take me a very long time to get over the emotional tumult that I was experiencing.

As I lay in bed, my thoughts constantly turning to Samantha, I resolved to do something with my life. The life lessons that I learned would not be wasted; my old life was over.

Much to my parent's delight, I was the same person with a totally different attitude. My future lay before me and it was my responsibility to make the most of it. The following September I attended college and made the Dean's List all four years; then it was off to Law School. Uncle Carl was right about me and I graduated with an eye to Environmental Law, a fledgling branch of litigation.

Samantha and I stayed in touch, writing letters filled with the details of our disparate lives. I'd smile and cry as I read every word over and over... She went to college, became a teacher and moved to Tucson to find a job.

Every summer without fail Samantha returned to work at the ranch. I remember one letter vividly...

"...it's in my blood Mel, I don't think I can ever give it up...I miss it when I'm teaching but then...I love being a Teacher too..."

I'd picture Samantha on her horse, her blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, the early morning sun glinting off her pretty face. She looked like a real cowgirl and in truth...she was.

I'd pine for her, pine for the days we spent together.

Several years after she moved to Tucson, I got a letter from Samantha telling me that she had found the "one", her true love. A snapshot of the two of them was included and her new beau looked like the "Marlboro Man"; tall, lean and rugged.

At the time, I was in a serious relationship and I had the eerie feeling we were living parallel lives. We even got married the same year, same month but different dates. Samantha's was a simple affair at the ranch and I had tears of joy in my eyes for her. Attired in formal Western wear they looked every inch the blushing bride and handsome groom.

Because Samantha was so busy the day of her wedding we spent very little time together, just a quick hug and a few how do you do's. No time for reminiscing or reliving the best time of my life.

Harry and I made a detour to Las Vegas on the way home and tied the knot. It was one of the few missteps I'd make in my adult life. The marriage lasted ten years but it produced two terrific daughters and for that I was overjoyed.

1998:

The summer that my marriage was on the rocks, I received a letter from Samantha inviting me and the girls to the ranch for a few days. I was working long hours on an upcoming case and I needed to get away from the complications in my life.

I packed-up the Honda with my girls in the back seat and off we went. Libby was eight and Thalia six, the same ages as Samantha's sons.

A decade had passed since her wedding and I couldn't help but wonder if she still looked the same.

When I pulled onto that dusty lane and drove up the hill, the memories came flooding back in full force. Thank God the girl's were pre-occupied gawking at the scenery and didn't see the tears streaming down my cheeks.

The "Lazy J" looked the same but different: a few more out buildings, the main house had an addition built alongside it, the windmill was still there and the corral and stables were expanded. Since it was mid-week not many guests were about.

Samantha bounded out of the main house looking just as tall, lean and lovely as ever. We hugged like long lost sisters and I gazed up at her pretty face.

"It's great to see ya," she said affectionately.

Overcome with emotion, I blubbered on her shoulder.

"My poor Mel...it's been pretty tough lately, huh?"

I nodded my wet eyed face as Samantha pulled me close for another embrace. Quickly I regained some self-control and introduced my girls, still awe struck that they were actually on a real ranch with horses and cows...

Once we were settled in, Samantha's sons, Cole and Bobby, wanted to give my daughter's a tour of the place. It was ok by me. Maybe Samantha and I could chat and catch up with one another.

As we strolled around the ranch, I talked about my impending divorce.

"...Harry cheated on me, not at first but enough..."

In very unkind terms I recounted my ten stormy years with Harry but I was a woman scorned and hell hath no fury... Samantha listened patiently and by the time I finished my saga, I shed no tears. I was more relieved than angry.

Samantha spoke about her life in the intervening years since 1978. She met her husband Gil in Tucson at a Rodeo.

"He was there with some of his buddies and one my girlfriends knew one of his friends...that kinda deal. Gil was so shy...I had to take the lead...I gave him my phone number and..."

We walked past the corral and stable until we stood before the tiny cabin that we shared. It looked run down.

"I guess you remember this place..." she said with reverence.

The tears streamed down my cheeks and Samantha held me tight.

"I'll never forget that summer...whenever I feel sad or blue, I think about you...and it warms my heart..." she whispered affectionately in my ear.

Samantha's words had the opposite effect on me and I bawled my head off. The sensation of her arms around me transported me back to 1978 and our first tentative steps toward sexual exploration.

Finally, I gathered my strength and stopped crying.

"Sorry Sam but life has been hard lately..."

We'd been gone for over an hour and both of us instinctively knew we should be heading back to the house. Our kids were waiting for us there. My girls had to be starving after our long trip and I helped Samantha whip-up a good ole country style dinner.

Samantha's husband Gil arrived and we had a great meal, just the two families. Before I retired for the night, Samantha asked if I'd like to go riding the next morning.

"...ya know...like the old days..."

Right away I knew what her words implied; up at dawn and meet at the stable.

The next morning I sauntered to the stable and there she was, guiding a horse out to the corral. Samantha greeted me warmly.

"Hey...you remembered."

"How could I forget?" I returned.

Samantha showed me the horse I would ride and at first I swore it was Ginger.

"Nah, Ginger died a few years back..."

When I was able to lift the saddle onto my horses back, Samantha beamed with pride at me.

"You made that look easy," she said with admiration.

"I lift weights...do a lot of weight training, keeps me fit."

We rode out on the mesa towards the mountains, through the gullies and dry washes. The scenery was breathtaking, just like I remembered.

"Gosh Sam...it's so beautiful..." I waxed poetic.

The sun glinted off the tops of the mountains with a surreal heavenly light and we rode for a long time before we stopped to give the horses a break.

We gazed at the majesty before us until Samantha found a large rock and tied the reins she was holding around it and gestured to me to do the same.

When I finished, Samantha took me in her arms and looked at me with a heart felt expression.

"Kiss me Sam..." I pleaded.

There we stood in the middle of the desert, making out like two randy teens. The sensation of Samantha's soft lips on mine had my pussy creaming in no time. My entire body melted in her embrace.

While Samantha kissed me with astonishing ardor, her hand unsnapped my jeans, slithered into my panties and cupped my drooling slice.

"Oh Sam..." I moaned into her mouth.

I humped her hand like a wild mare as sizzling hot currents pulsated in my sex. Long digits caressed the dewy folds until two lodged inside me and curled upward, finding my "G" spot. Her thumb applied stimulation to my clit and I entered a realm of pleasure that had been missing from my life for a long time.

"Oh God...Sam...oh...oh..."

The girl had obviously learned a trick or two over the years but how or with whom I couldn't say. I was holding onto her with all my strength and drove my tongue into her lush mouth repeatedly. My body was on fire, building to a tooth rattling orgasm.

"Sam...I'm...oh...oh...cumming!" I hollered.

The intensity astonished me as I shook like a tree in a hurricane.

"Ooh...I can feel your pussy contracting around my fingers..." she cooed sexily.

I was incapable of responding as gurgling sounds escaped my throat but I nearly had another orgasm when Samantha removed her sopping fingers from my crotch and licked the fluid.

When I reached for her belt buckle to return the favor, Samantha helped me open her Levi's. My hand disappeared into her undies and I lovingly stroked her very wet sex. She held me close but the overwhelming urge to dine at her "Y" overtook me.

I dropped to my knees and tugged the tight jeans and panties down her legs and off. Samantha retrieved a blanket tied to her saddle and I helped her open it on the ground. With an intense look in her eyes, she sat and spread her legs wide for me. I was delighted that she still sported a full blonde bush and as I grasped her very firm butt, I buried my face in her vagina.

With her hands holding my head against her soggy slice, I ate Samantha like it was my last meal on earth. I thrust two fingers inside her and mercilessly whipped her clitty with lightning fast feathery licks.