This is the third installment of a multi-part series featuring Jake Rogers, a well hung Army vet and domineering lover who works as a "traveler", an ER nurse living out of an Airmstream trailer while doing three month hospital stints. Per usual, all characters are fictitious and of legal age.
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"Jake? Jake Rogers?"
Hearing his name, Jake turned and saw a familiar face in an EMT uniform pushing a gurney towards the emergency room where he was working in Steamboat Springs, Colorado.
"Hey, Rosie! Wow, it's great to see you!" Jake replied, quickly recognizing his old friend from back home. A couple years younger than him, he'd dated Rosie's big sister Sandi back in the day. Sandi was vivacious and outgoing, the life of the party and a tigress in bed. While Rosie was more reserved but with a quiet confidence that Jake had admired. Even in high school Rosie had been an accomplished writer, doing work for the area's newspaper and other publications, while also cleaning up in barrel racing at the local rodeos.
The Romero sisters were both lovely ladies with light brown skin and wavy black hair. And though Rosie's uniform wasn't especially flattering, Jake could still make out the big tits he'd always enjoyed when she raced, her chest rising up and down with each gallop.
They didn't have much time to talk since the young cowboy on the gurney had a nasty broken leg, but Jake did learn Rosie was an emergency medical technician in town and often worked Steamboat's weekend rodeos. Agreeing to meet up for breakfast the next day, Jake wheeled the gurney into the ER while Rosie and her partner went back to their ambulance.
When the two old friends caught up over breakfast, Jake learned Sandi had become a veterinarian, gotten married, had two kids, and was living in Fort Collins. Rosie had gotten a journalism degree, but knowing she'd have to support herself while pursuing writing projects, she'd done EMT training and moved to Steamboat where she worked on the ski patrol in the winter and as an EMT during the off-season. She'd bought a little place in town and was happily living the Rocky Mountain good life while working on her second novel and doing freelance writing jobs, mostly for outdoors oriented publications.
Though she hadn't advertised it, Jake knew Rosie had been bisexual, and she let him know, in so many words, that she was still a switch hitter and didn't have a steady partner. And since her sister hadn't been shy about discussing sex with Jake, Rosie knew that he packed some serious wood and liked to dominate his lovers.
Rosie had called Sandi right after seeing Jake at the ER and her sis had told her that Jake was far and away her best lover ever. And if it wasn't for her husband and kids, she'd be on her way to Steamboat for another raucous round with the studly cowboy. Wishing it were her, Sandi encouraged Rosie to bed Jake ASAP.
Both Rosie and Jake loved to fly fish and had an upcoming day off, so Rosie offered to show him her favorite stretch of the Yampa River. They had a great day, catching and releasing some nice cutthroat trout, and then over lunch by the river they exchanged a few long kisses before wading back into the water.
It was a Friday and Rosie was meeting up with friends at an old country dance bar that evening, so she invited Jake to join them, and then added with a grin, "And afterwards maybe you'll wanna' show me why Sandi's never really gotten over you."
When he arrived at the bar, Jake could hear the band whipping through a Garth Brooks song accompanied by the rhythmic pounding of boot heels on the bar's old wooden floors. Then going inside, he found Rosie and her friends and was handed a long neck as he got introduced all around.
Growing up in western Colorado ranch country, Jake had learned to two-step as a kid and his easy personality translated to a similar dance style. So he was quickly whisked onto the floor for an evening of dancing with Rosie and her lady friends. But later in the evening when Rosie and Jake joined up for a slow waltz, she pushed her breasts against his chest and whispered, "I'm getting really fucking horny. Wanna' cut outta' here soon and go back to my place?"
"Mmm...yeah, sounds good to me," Jake replied, knowing Rosie would be every bit as fun as her sister.
"And how's about if Kit joins us?" Rosie added, referring to her friend Katherine, known to all as "Kit", whose company Jake had enjoyed for a few dances.
Kit was a tall, tanned and athletic blonde with piercing blue eyes. And from their conversations, Jake had learned she was also on the Steamboat ski patrol and worked summers as a river rafting guide.
"That could work," Jake said, expecting Kit would be as good in bed as she was on the dance floor, and then asked, "And you two are into each other?"
"Yeah, we're, um...good friends," Rosie said with a chuckle.
Jake had played college football with the band's bass player and wanted to catch up with him when the band took a break. So while the two strapping former linebackers talked between sets, Rosie and Kit headed out, knowing Jake wouldn't be too far behind.
And shortly thereafter, finding Rosie's front door unlocked, Jake walked in and found the ladies in the kitchen, mixing up margaritas and getting frisky -- kissing and caressing as they grooved to the stereo.
Rosie and Kit were similarly attired in light summer dresses and cowboy boots. And when Rosie handed Jake a drink and pulled him into their make-out session, after only a few deep kisses with each of the ladies he slid a hand under each of their dresses and groped their pussies in a take-no-prisoners way, giving them a sampling of what they were in for.
"Oh, yeah," Rosie groaned and ground onto Jake's strong grip, moaning as his fingers pressed against her panties and probed her cunt while Kit got a similar treatment.
"I gotta' tell ya', I only do threesomes with girls who're really into each other," Jake said as he they shared a three-way kiss, "So, show me you understand what I mean."
