Ranch Renegade's Ride

3 days ago

Owning a five thousand acre ranch can be, and often is, a daunting task. Mix in several hundred head of heifer cattle, one cranky bull, and add the seemingly endless hours patrolling of the fence line for breaks, cuts, and trespassers. That is not to mention poachers and rustlers from neighboring towns. Add several dozen chickens, a never ending supply of weeds to be pulled up from the garden and you might get an idea that time is valuable from sunrise to sunset. It wasn’t always work because the fun was always around the next bend.

I retired from the fire department after twenty-five years of service; Brenda and I sold our home in the ‘valley of the sun’…and ‘sunny’ is only half of it. Scottsdale, Arizona can run temperatures well into the one hundred twenty degree mark. Anytime the television weather personalities state that the current outdoor temperatures in the months between June first and October thirty-first are going to be in the one hundred degree range…add ten or fifteen degrees, especially if you are in the direct sunlight.

We had had enough of ‘shoveling Sunshine’ and one-hundred plus degrees, we decided it was time for us to find a cooler residency to live out our days, and that we did.

Our four kids, had all grown and married, and visited us when appropriate.

During one particular muggy July weekday morning, I readied myself to go tour the ranch to check fence lines and scout for anything unusual. I love a good horseback ride, but to get the five thousand acres checked quicker, I usually used an ATV with a modified muffler to reduce noise. I had enough of the city noises and liked the quiet terrain the ranch gave me. Often, my sweet wife would ride behind me with her arms around my waist as we made a trip out to the fences.

The afternoon monsoons were a daily happening in the Mogollon Rim area, and since lightning was a serious threat, it was a chore to get the ranch toured before the storms began to rumble through the canyons. ATV fueled up, tires inflated, tools and GPS device ready to go, just needed one more important item…

Brenda was at the kitchen sink washing off some vegetables from our garden. There she stood with her long auburn red hair tied into a ponytail that poked through the back of her baseball cap. She was wearing a button down denim shirt, and from what I could tell, nothing underneath to support her well-proportioned breasts. She wore cut-off jeans and her black cowgirl boots. Quite a sight.

I fell in love with Brenda back in the second grade of school. And as we both grew up in the world, we always seemed to be drawn back to one another. Some say it was a love architected in Heaven. If there was such a thing as having a ‘soul-mate’, it was Brenda and me.

It was Brenda’s eyes that captivated me, blue as the Arizona sky, but, believe you me, they could at times be as red as the Arizona sunsets. When those blue eyes turned red, I couldn’t help but laugh and tell her just how gorgeous she was. This action sometimes cooled things down and we ‘made-up’ as the saying goes.

True, no marriage runs on a full tank, but we worked at it daily; even when we were both tired, frustrated, and sick. You name it; we lifted one another to make it through another day. We had each other’s back and were often mistaken for newlyweds when on ‘date-nights’ in old town Scottsdale. It certainly brought extra excitement to our trips to San Diego, Catalina, Vegas and various other destinations.

Brenda packed the snacks for the outing, several bottles of water and suntan lotion into a rather large basket.

I put on my best smile as I walked up to her in the kitchen, “Wow, I get to ride with an angel today.”

She smiled, winked, and kissed me on the cheek, “I’m the one who gets torrid with a handsome cowboy.” With the mischievousness way she said, ‘ride the cowboy,’ something was churning in that sweet head of hers.

She patted my rear and walked out the back door to the garage. She placed the picnic basket onto the ATV, and I secured it with bungee cords. Normally, I would have carried it for her, but she insisted…something was up her sleeve…

Off we went to check fence lines, cattle and trail cams. I placed several trail cams along the route to get an idea where the elk were grazing and if mountain lions were on the prowl. Over the years, I have captured some beautiful photos of wildlife; raccoons, black bears, badgers, and plenty of fat squirrels and various birds. One of these days, I hoped that one of the trail camera’s would capture the elusive ‘Mogollon Monster’ which has been a legend in these parts for many a year. I won’t hold my breath, however.

As we traveled up to a higher ridgeline, it was noticeably cooler. Brenda exhibited some very nice bumps on the front of her denim shirt, that, or she was enjoying how her breasts rubbed up against my back as we bounced along the trail.

There are times I wished I had eyes in the back of my head for such spectacles of arousal. Alas, I needed to concentrate on the trail and avoid hazards along the way. Timber rattlers’ had a way of striking at the heat that the ATV’s engine generated, they were not a timid rattlesnake by any stretch of the imagination and needed a wide berth.

I drove over one snake as it lay on the trail, I suppose my thoughts were elsewhere. When I told Brenda about the snake, she flinched a little. “Was it a rattler?” I told her that I didn’t think so, although it could have been, but why worry her?

She teased me by leaning forward and putting her hands on my thighs and moved them towards my crotch, whispering in my left ear as she did so. “I know of a snake that probably needs to come out to play very soon.” I laughed, I liked the flirty attention she gave me.

We eventually stopped beneath a towering pine tree for lunch, having repaired several stretches of broken barbed wire fence line; it was time to eat. I watched her as she spread out the blanket under the tree. Such a beauty; how could such a lady look so enticing?

I’ll tell you, even after bearing four beautiful children, she decided to become a Zumba instructor a few years ago. She also attended a local college to learn to cook healthier foods for the kids and me, trying very diligently to keep us all healthy in a fast food world. She was a dynamo at five foot six, toned butt that I often patted as I walked behind her at every chance I could take, often embarrassing our kids. “Eeeww Dad, get a room.” To which I would reply, “Where do you think YOU were conceived?”

Brenda was, as I said earlier, my blue-eyed beauty. She was fit, both physically, mentally and spiritually…and possibly the strongest woman I have ever known in all those attributes. It’s not easy being married to a man who was gone, sometimes forty-eight hours at a time, when overtime presented itself anyway.

I might add that she can also be the biggest tease I had ever known. Especially when it came to her wardrobe around the house, at least when the kids were out of the house, and I worked at the fire station. She would send me fun text messages asking if I liked a certain outfit. Sometimes a shift seemed like an eternity before I could get off-duty the next morning and have a little play time while the house was quiet. She knew I liked to see her in denim; it somehow increased the intensity of her blue eyes.

Brenda would teach her Zumba classes in the mornings, three times a week. On the weekends, we would, as a family, all try to be together in some activity or another. I stayed reasonably fit as a firefighter, sort of a job requirement I suppose. Often, we would travel to participate in firefighter ‘musters’ and compete with other firefighter companies in the state. Laughlin was an especially fun location every Memorial Day, but that’s for a later story.

There was a beautiful breeze kicking up, I could tell a storm would churn up at any moment. After we had eaten, I mentioned I needed to get one more trail cam flash card that was just over the hill from where we lay. “You don’t need to come, just sit back and relax; I’ll be right back.” She popped a grape into her mouth, making a loud popping noise. “Okay.”

The trail cam had a few new pictures from my last outing and having downloaded them to my droid. I heard rolling thunder in the distance and thought it a good idea to return and head back to the ranch house before the rains hit. As I approached our little picnic spot, I saw a sight that was just too incredible for words.

I saw Brenda, entirely naked, aside from her black cowgirl boots, sitting atop the ATV. She had a strawberry in her hand, dangling it between her breasts between her thumb and index finger, “You hungry, Cowboy?”

What could I say? Of course I was, but not for some little bite of food. Brenda’s toned, and quite inviting body had me aroused faster than a rattlesnake could rattle its tail. “My my, what do we have here?”

She looked at me with wanton eyes, and pure lust. “It’s time to take a break and feed my man some attention.”

“Oh, you have my full attention.” Which was evident with the bulge in my jeans.

“Come here and feed me some nectar.”

Off came my clothing in a matter of seconds, well, I did keep on my hat. Brenda watched, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come. Brenda sat on the black seat of the ATV with her back against the machines console. Where did she hide that pillow? Sneaky lady, probably in the ‘picnic basket’. Her legs spread eagle and feet positioned on the red fenders of the rear wheels of the machine.

“All that driving and bumping and grinding against your hot body just has me all worked up, I hope you can quench my fire?” Brenda said with a sultry voice.

“I dunno babe, I might just increase the flames.”

She tilted her head back and inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh of pleasure. “You know just where to touch me.”

“Pleasing you is my sole purpose in life.”

And I was getting an amped up dose of pleasure myself; her skin was so smooth, her breasts heaved upward as she breathed in and out as I massaged her, briefly teasing her erect nipples as I glided over her breasts. The cool breeze also aided in causing her nipples to be erect, it was an erotic sight for me.