Neva woke to the smell of bacon wafting through the air. She rolled over and looked at the clock. 6am. She groaned and crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. She was nearly dressed by the time Jesse peeked into the room.
“I thought I heard you up and moving around,” he said. “Breakfast is ready.”
“Alright. I’m getting there,” she said tucking a flannel shirt into her jeans. Grabbing her boots, she stuffed her feet into them and stood up. Then she headed for the kitchen. On the table was a bowl of scrambled eggs, salsa, bacon, fresh biscuits and coffee.
“Hope you’re hungry,” he said filling his plate.
“I hope so. I take it we are working hard this morning?”
“Yes. I have to get a bunch of stuff done before we can work on JR. A week of no heavy chores is showing,” he said.
“Okay. Let the coffee reach my brain though,” Neva said as she loaded a plate with bacon and eggs.
Jesse nodded. He handed her the salsa and some grated cheese she’d missed earlier. They ate and then put the few remaining biscuits in a bag and the salsa in the fridge. Jesse put the plates in the sink and then the two of them headed outside.
While Neva collected eggs and fed the chickens, Jesse dealt with the cattle and horses. He got back just as Neva was looking around for the wheel barrow. There were stables to clean out. Jesse found it in a corner where his sister must have placed it. Jesse emptied the barrow as Neva filled it. The two of them worked together to lay down new straw.
“You ready for a break?” Jesse asked.
“I could use a drink of tea or water,” she said. The two of them headed back to the house where Neva was surprised to find that it was nearly noon. They ate some of the left over biscuits as they drank some tea.
“What’s next?” she asked.
“Wood, and then JR.”
“Why more wood? It isn’t winter yet. It isn’t even autumn yet.”
“No, but if we don’t get the wood done now, we will be out there chopping it in the cold wind or snow,” said Jesse.
Neva thought about it for a moment. “Makes sense. Let’s go move or chop wood.”
Two hours later, the wood was in the shed, cut, split and stacked. It had taken Jesse reaching to the top to stack the last little bit. Then they got the tools out to work on JR. Sanding, filling rust spots with body filler and then more sanding as needed. Neva managed to get the inside of the truck painted with the first undercoat. Then she started helping Jesse. They bumped heads as they worked around JR.
“Ow!” said Neva with a smile.
“Serves you right for not watching where you were going. Damn women sanders!” teased Jesse.
“Oh yeah? At least I’m ‘staying right’ and you are the one who changed direction.”
“Fine. Are we done for the day?” he asked with a mischievous grin.
“Yeah. I need to wash out the brush, but that’s about it,” said Neva.
“Good. Let’s get done. Then I have one more chore and I want your help,” he said.
She nodded and they rinsed out brushes, put parts back in the shed and then Neva waited to see what this last chore could be. Jesse walked over with a pile of blankets and headed up into the loft of the barn.
“Come on!” he cried.
Neva followed him up the ladder to the loft. She found him spreading out blankets on a layer of hay near the front of the open upper barn doors. “What are you doing?”
“I thought we’d have a beer and watch the sun set.”
Neva realized that the doors opened westward. There was probably twenty minutes until the sun set behind a scattering of clouds. She smiled and sat down next to Jesse. He opened two Fat Tire beers and handed one to Neva.
“To a little bit of cowboy romance,” he said.
Neva clinked bottles with him and nodded her head. “To romance.” They drank a bit of beer, snuggled close and watched as the sun set. His hand traced across her back and she ran her hand up and down his denim clad thigh. He leaned down to kiss her and she moved up and into his arms. A moment later, she straddled his lap and the two of them were lip locked in a kiss that would have shamed the sunset.
“I… want you now,” he gasped between kisses.
Neva nodded and moved just enough to kick off her boots and pull her jeans off. Jesse did the same and then Neva straddled his lap again, this time letting his cock slide inside. They rocked back and forth as the evening grew darker. Neva wrapped her legs around Jesse’s body as they rocked more and more. Jesse ran his hands up Neva’s flannel shirt and cupped her breasts.
“Ohh,” Neva moaned.
Jesse moved one hand down to stroke her clit as he moved inside her at a slower pace. He thumbed her clit and she began to rock harder, rubbing against his thumb. She started to come hard and he grabbed both of her hips and drove up harder until his own release built.
“Oh, oh, ohhh,” he growled as the pleasure rolled his senses.
Neva held on tight as her body orgasmed again. They held each other as their bodies slowly stopped trembling.
“You know, I never thought I’d feel this way again,” said Jesse.
“What do you mean?” she asked as she relaxed in his arms.
“I… I have fallen so in love with you,” he said and kissed her.
Neva smiled. “I’ve been hesitant to say that I love you. I do, but was afraid that if I said it out loud that things would somehow vaporize.”
“Neva, I love you,” Jesse said.
“I love you too, Jesse,” Neva said as she kissed him.
He wrapped his arms around her as they kissed. He felt himself grow hard and adjusted Neva a little so that his cock slid back into her pussy. He then leaned back and she rode his cock as he pinched her nipples through her flannel shirt.
Neva grabbed a handful of his shirt as she felt her body react to his. That g-spot was being nudged just right and she found herself heating up. Jesse bounced her higher with his hands on her hips until she was ‘posting’ hard. Neva arched as the first orgasm washed over her and she cried out. Jesse felt everything tighten. Her muscles around his cock and his balls snug up tight against his cock. As Neva orgasmed again, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came hard and gasped as it shook him to the core of his being.
An hour later, wearing boots and their flannel shirts, they walked across the yard in the dark. Neva giggled and Jesse laughed. Jesse had their jeans and underwear in his other hand.
“You realize that you are wearing just about the sexiest thing a woman can wear for a cowboy,” Jesse said seriously as they entered the kitchen.
“Oh? Flannel shirts and cowboy boots are sexy?”
“Yes. Especially if it is his shirt on her. A friend of mine calls it a Montana negligee,” said Jesse.
“Hm… I’ll have to remember that,” she said as they headed to the shower.