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Tight Fittin' Jeans

byTara_Neale©

She was stunning. Absolutely beautiful. Chad looked at the woman who had just walked into the dive club where he worked as a bouncer. She clearly did not belong here. From her fancy designer denim jeans to the rock on her finger right down to the pointy toes of her expensive cowgirl boots. This broad shouted money, lots of it. And class too. And he said, "Excuse me, I think you have the wrong place, Miss."

She stared at him for a long moment. Her blue eyes, or at least he thought they were blue, scanned him from the top of his cheap cowboy hat down to his battered boots and back up to meet his eyes. Then she looked around the club from the bar that was packed with Friday night boozers to the dance floor that was empty except for one older couple that came regularly to dance to the slow songs before going home early. He saw the place through her eyes and found it lacking. Then she turned those baby blues back to him, "No. No, I have the right place," she said as she opened her purse. "What's the cover charge?"

"Nothing. It's Ladies Night," Chad lied as he promised himself to keep an eye out for the little lady for the rest of the night. No matter how busy the place got.

And it did get busy. It was Friday in Houston after all. By midnight, the dance floor was full. Some couples dancing arm and arm. More than a few single ladies line dancing to the latest country song. He looked them over but she was not among them. He scanned the room once more looking for her. He had kept his promise, checking up on the little lady often during the night.

He frowned as he noticed her chatting to one of the Friday night cowboys at the bar. He was worried about the trouble she could get herself into in a place like this. Although he supposed it really was none of his business. Still he could not get her out of his mind. "Hey, buddy, I'm here to relieve you," said his friend Mike from behind.

Chad nodded as he thought about telling him to keep an eye of the lady wearing tight fittin' jeans. Then he thought better of it as he decided to stick around instead of heading home the way he usually did to his dogs and the empty apartment he had shared with them since he left the Marines. Tonight he would just hang out for bit, get a couple of beers...and keep an eye on the little lady himself. Make sure she didn't get into no trouble.

Chad took up a spot at the end of the bar and grabbed a cold bottle of beer, opening it himself. He tried not to be too obvious as he watched the lady sip her pink frozen drink with the dumb umbrella in it. After a couple of minutes, he could see her body tensing as the Friday night cowboy, as they called the doctors, lawyers and accountants who dressed up and came in on the weekend just to pick up women, kept pushing closer to her.

Enough was enough, Chad said to himself and he put the empty bottle of beer on the bar and walked over to them. "Excuse me, Miss, but would you care for a dance?" he asked Tight Fittin' Jeans as he had come to think of her as he kept his back to the Friday night cowboy. She smiled up at him and his heart dropped to the toes of his dusty cowboy boots. She nodded and held out her hand, making her excuses to the other man.

Chad cursed under his breath as the music switched to a slow country classic just as they stepped onto the dance floor. But he took the princess into his arms and drew her close anyway. The feel of her ripe, soft curves against his hard body was maddening and after a moment he looked for something to say...anything. "So what's a lady like you doing in here?" he reddened as the dumb line bypassed his brain and right out his mouth.

She laughed then and the sound was like fingers running softly up and down his back after a night of making love. "You think you have me figured out; don't you, cowboy? Well, I'm not what I seem and for a beer I'll tell you bout this tight fittin' jeans."

The song came to an end and Chad led her into a dark booth in the corner that was usually reserved for VIPs. He figured this little lady was the classiest one this place had ever seen. Way classier than the occasional athlete that stumbled in here drunk and looking to get laid. He ordered them a couple of beers and listened as she unloaded her life story over a couple of them.

It was pretty much what he expected. Spoiled little rich girl marrying the moneyed older man that mommy had chosen for her. Her blue eyes swam with unshed tears as she emptied the second bottle of beer, "So there you have it...except that I have always fantasized about being just a good old boy's girl. So tonight while he was out of town on business I thought what the hell. It might be my last chance to live out my fantasy."

Chad frowned at her final words, "Last chance/ Why's that? You dying of cancer or something?" He tried to laugh and lighten the mood but her story had touched some protective instinct deep inside of him that had been raging like a wild fire across the West Texas brush since the moment that Tight Fittin' walked in.

She shook her head and giggled nervously, "Nothing that bad. Just that we are thinking about starting a family and..." Her fingers tightened nervously around the neck of the bottle as she looked down, "Well, I know cheatin' wives is a favorite subject for country songs, but it isn't something I ever thought I would do." She looked up and met his gaze almost like a shy little girl, "I take vows seriously especially where children are involved." She looked down at the table once more, "It is just that this fantasy won't leave me. Every time he touches me, it is like something wild inside of me wants to break free. Some tiger or something."

A tiger in tight fittin' jeans, Chad chuckled at the image. It just about summed up the lady sitting so close to him. "Well, little lady, I ain't makin' no promises but how about we dance the night way and you live out at that much of your fantasy." His fingers gripped her chin and he lifted her face until their eyes met, "For tonight, consider yourself this good old boy's girl."

He was a fool. A damned crazy ass fool. He cursed himself as he lowered his face slowly to press his lips against her soft ones. The kiss was gentle. Not quite what you would give a little sister as it was full on the lips. It was more like what you would give a goddess whom you worshipped, someone you knew was so far out of your league. Someone you could never have.

But Chad did have this fantasy as they drank, danced and laughed until the bar closed early the next morning. He walked her outside. "You shouldn't drive," he mumbled, not knowing what to say or do now that the fantasy was coming to an end.

She shook her blonde head and smiled as she reached into her purse and pulled out a keycard, "I thought of that already. I checked into the motel across the street before I came here."

Was it his imagination or was she as nervous and uncertain as he was at the moment. Of course, being a real cowboy and gentleman there was only one thing he could do. "I'll walk you back there then. It ain't safe for a lady to walk alone this late at night."

She nodded and slipped her arm inside his. They walked across the busy highway in silence. Battles as bad as any that Chad had seen over there waged between his head and his heart. He should say good night and leave before it was too late, before things got out of control, before it was too late, he decided as they stopped in front of a door.

She looked down at her boots for a long moment. Chad tried to gather the strength to walk away. To say good bye to what he knew would be the best thing that ever happened to him. "Come in," she whispered. Chad thought he must have heard her wrong. But as she lifted her beatific face, he saw the tears swimming in those blue eyes once more as she whispered, "Please."

For the rest of his life Chad would replay every single moment of that night. He had taken the keycard from her trembling fingers and opened the door. Some romantic silliness had egged him into scooping her into his arms and carrying her through the doorway like a bride on her wedding night. She had wrapped those tiny arms about his shoulders and held tight as he lowered her to bed. She had tightened them, drawing him closer to her. Then she had pressed those soft lips to his once more and all sanity had fled.

Clothes had been thrown about the dingy room in their haste to be skin against skin. The first time was rushed. The whole night had been foreplay and both of them were consumed with a burning need and passion. He had almost come the moment he was inside her tight cunt. But his little trick of replacing her face with his drill sergeant's from boot camp had kept him from embarrassing himself until the little lady reached her peak. They had collapsed in one another's arms and dozed for a bit.

But it was the second time in the middle of the night when he had awoken to her astraddle his hard cock, lowering herself slowly onto it. The neon lights that drifted through a crack in the curtains bathed her soft skin as surly as the candle light that this woman deserved. She had ridden him then. Like a cowgirl at the Livestock Show and Rodeo she had ridden him like a prize pony. She had put him through all the loops around the barrels. She had ridden him hard into the home stretch. Until she cried out like that tiger they had spoken of earlier. She had collapsed forward onto his chest and into his arms after they had both come.

They had woken twice more that night as if some demon reminded them both that the sands of the hourglass were slipping away. This fantasy would end for both of them with the first rays of morning light. But for this one night a cowboy held a lady...and she could be just a good old boy's girl.

***

Chad never knew what possessed him to look at the society page of the paper that morning. Sure, it was just laying there on the table as he slid into the booth of his favorite dinner near the bar. He had thought he would rifle through it until he found the sports section. But when he picked it up that familiar smile greeted him.

Except this one was not genuine. There was no light in those blue eyes that appeared a dull shade of grey of the grainy photograph. Some demon, the one that had haunted his dreams for months, drove him to read the article beneath it. His chest tightened as hope, what little he had ever had died. He knew her name now. And he knew too that she and her husband were expecting a baby.

He remembered her words that night as he flagged down a waitress and ordered hot, black coffee. He wished he had a bottle of whiskey to pour into it. But he knew that all the whiskey in the world would not erase the memory of his tiger in tight fittin' jeans.

He lifted his cup of coffee just as you might a glass of champagne, "You still a lady to me," he whispered to the first rays of the morning light as he remembered how he had awoken alone that morning. But for one night he had held more woman than most men ever see. The night he held a lady wearing tight fittin' jeans.

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