It had been almost five years since my last real vacation. Work had totally taken over my life. I knew when I went to law school that attorneys worked very long hours, but my schedule was ridiculous. Putting merger and acquisition deals together was a high pressure job. I worked around the clock when a major deal was in process. Fortunately, Massey, Heydon, Wentworth and Sommers, my firm, was doing remarkably well even with the slowdown in the economy. Sometimes I thought about quitting it all and moving to a tropical island. Then I thought about all the hardships I had overcome to get where I am today including putting myself through Brown University and winning the scholarship to Yale Law School. Ultimately, I decided that I was going to make partner no matter what it took. One day the firm would be Massey, Heydon, Wentworth, Sommers and Fryer, as in me, Sara Fryer.
My demanding career meant that I had no time for a personal life let alone a serious relationship. I ate, slept and dreamt of nothing but that law firm. Recently, Albert Hamilton, one of the senior partners had pulled me aside and told me that I was looking stressed. I had an Ally McBeal moment when I wanted to say, "Of course I look stressed you asshole, I work over a hundred hours a week so you can enjoy life as partner." I held my tongue and waited for what other pearls of wisdom he offered. He suggested that I take a brief vacation to "recharge my batteries." I agreed that he was probably right and I promised to take some time away from the office. I learned early on never to disagree with a senior partner.
It just so happened that my friend Lucy called about four days later and begged me to go on vacation with her. She was surprised that I said yes so quickly. Normally she invites me and I decline due to work. She laughed when I told her about the senior partner’s "suggestion" that I take a break. Lucy promised to do all the planning and arranging; all I had to do was show-up. Lucy is one of my dearest friends whom I have known since college. We sat next to each other in an incredibly boring freshman economics class and passed notes back and forth about how hot the professor was. By the mid-term, Lucy was sleeping with him. I guess that is one way to pursue higher education.
Lucy is beautiful. She has short curly blonde hair that frames her face and big brown eyes that always seem to have a mischievous twinkle. She is bright and bubbly, and so much fun to be around. She has always lived life to the fullest. When that old beer commercial said go for the gusto because you only go around once, Lucy took it to heart.
When Lucy finally told me what we were doing for our vacation I was shocked. "A dude ranch," I exclaimed, "what in heaven’s name are we going to do on a dude ranch! I don’t even know how to ride a horse!"
"Oh come on Sara, it’ll be fun! You never get out. You’re always cooped up in your office! We’ll spend our days outside in the sun, learning to ride. I hear the cowboys that work at the ranch aren’t too bad either!" said Lucy giggling.
"Yeah, right. I am only here because the senior partner told me to get away. The only damn batteries that need recharging are the ones in my vibrator because it just sits in my drawer. I don’t even have the energy for that," I said with a sad laugh.
"Sara, maybe you can finally find someone who can help you unwind!"
Two weeks later Lucy and I were on a plane to Wyoming. I must admit that being away from the office felt great. I didn’t realize how much pressure I was under. My body felt tense all the time and I had headaches most days. Lucy kept up her campaign about how I just needed to get laid. It had been so long. I wasn’t sure my body would know how to respond to a man’s touch.
I thought about Cole, my last lover, as the plane sped through the clouds. I had thought he might be the one. We certainly had some fun together. He said that he admired my dedication to my career, but eventually he became resentful like all of the others. A few missed dinners, a few weekends when I couldn’t get away and he wanted to break up with me. He said I could only be married to the law and he was probably right. God, his hands on my body felt so good. I began to daydream about our love making. To my surprise, my pussy began to get wet and I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. Lucy grabbed my arm and pointed out the window. She squealed with delight as the plane began to descend into the Jasper, Wyoming airport.
There was a van waiting to take us to the Lazy Acres ranch which was about forty miles outside town. The ride was hot and dusty. Lucy was so excited. I was happy to be seeing something other than the walls of our firm’s law library. When the van pulled into the ranch’s entrance, a tall, older man dressed in western garb was standing there waiting to greet us.
"Hello ladies. I am Cody Jones, director here at the Lazy Acres Ranch. If there is anything we can do to make your stay more pleasant, please don’t hesitate to ask. I will walk you to your cabin. Dinner is served at six sharp in the mess hall. As you know from our brochure, this is a real working ranch," explained Cody as he guided us to our cabin.
"With real cowboys, Cody?" asked Lucy in a teasing voice as she entered the cabin.
"I am not sure what you mean Miss," responded Cody looking perplexed.
"Cody, just ignore her. She’s just a city girl," I said. Cody tipped his hat and left. The cabin was Spartan to say the least. Two twin beds each covered in a scratchy looking plaid blanket. At the foot of each bed there was a small wooden dresser. One small window between the beds let in the last rays of the afternoon’s sun.
"I feel like I’m back at summer camp. This is definitely not the Ritz. How much are we paying for this, Lucy?" I asked as I began to unpack my things.
"Oh come on Sara, we’ll have fun. This is an adventure! Anything is better than being in your office. God, the air smells so fresh out here. The sky looks so big. Wow, I am starved. Let’s get ready for dinner," urged Lucy as she jumped on one of the beds to try it out.
I decided to shower before dinner. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad vacation. I could do some hiking and I brought a few books to read. So what if they are all written by John Grisham and involve legal intrigue. At least I am passionate about something. The hot water relaxed my muscles. I poured shampoo in my hand and soaped up my long red hair. I let the water beat down on my pussy and that pleasurable feeling came back. I moved my fingers to my clit. I leaned against the tile wall and enjoyed the sensation until I heard Lucy banging on the bathroom door telling me I was in for it if I used up all the hot water.
I changed into a long, full denim skirt and a blouse that showed my ample cleavage. Instead of wearing my long, thick hair pulled back as I normally do, I let it hang around my face. Under the skirt I slipped on a pair of white lace panties that felt good against my skin.
