It was Thursday afternoon on a cattle ranch in an obscure corner of Southeastern Oregon. The ranch was at the end of a gravel road 20 miles from the nearest paved road, which isn't hard in Malheur County since there are damned few paved roads, and it is larger than a number of small eastern states. Of course, there are city blocks in New York City that have higher populations than all of Malheur County. Really. Look it up. Some people also claim that it has more cows than people. That is undoubtedly true, given that there are only 31,000 people in the county.
Lisa was standing at the kitchen sink cleaning up the dishes and looking out the window. She could see for miles. The view included the barn and other outbuildings of their home ranch, 200 acres of bottom land where irrigation from a creek allowed them to grow hay to feed their cattle in the winter, low sage-covered hills beyond the bottom land, and finally a range of mountains probably 30 miles away. Aside from a couple of struggling apple trees in their front yard, there wasn't a tree to be seen in the entire panorama. It was a view she had never gotten tired of in the 25 years since Luke had brought her from Virginia, where she had grown up. Her first reaction had been, "My god, Luke has brought me home to the middle of nowhere," which was more or less true, but her love for Luke had kept her there long enough to acquire a taste for the high desert of Eastern Oregon.
Now she would be dragged kicking and screaming away from the remote ranch Luke had inherited from his family. His great-grandfather had started the ranch in the 1870s, homesteading 160 acres that he and his descendants had grown to over a thousand acres on three different ranches scattered across Malheur and Harney counties, plus another 20,000 acres of Bureau of Land Management grazing allotments they controlled.
Right now she had something else on her mind—and that was sex with Luke. She had met him 28 years ago at the Ivy League college their parents had sent them to, and they had enjoyed an amazing sex life ever since, notwithstanding the challenges of dormitory rules, raising two children who were now grown and moved on with their own lives, running the family ranches, and most recently, his trips to Salem as a legislative representative for this remote corner of Oregon.
She could see him on the far side of the bottom land, a couple of miles away, mending fence, a chore he badly wanted to get done this June day before he had to go back to Salem for committee hearings beginning next Monday. His horse was tied to a fence post. She could also see a thunderstorm brewing behind the ridge of the mountains, and she knew that the storm would drive him from his chores within the next hour. It looked like an intense one. It was going to come over the mountain and sweep down across the sage-covered hills and the ranch, flickering its fingers of lightning, and ultimately raining like there was no tomorrow.
Luke wouldn't stay out working in that. She knew he would come back to the house, just a bit behind the leading edge of the storm, wet but not quite soaked, and smelling of wet horse, wet sage, and, oh yes, smelling of Luke, that indefinable aroma that had always entranced her from the first day they had met. He would be grumbling about not getting his fence mending done, and she would seduce him, just as she had always done when a storm drove him out of the fields and they had the house to themselves.
She knew just how she was going to do it, and thinking about it was making her wet. They had done it enough times so that it was really almost a ritual for them, and it was different than the rest of their lovemaking. Normally Luke initiated their lovemaking and defined where and how they were going to fuck. Not that he was an aggressive, dominant personality, but that was just the way they did things. Luke took the lead, and she had been fine with that.
But on those occasions when a storm drove him cursing from the fields, frustrated about his inability to accomplish what he had set out to do, their pattern was reversed. On these occasions Lisa was the dominant member of the couple, and somehow it always came as a surprise to Luke that his normally submissive wife was telling him exactly where and how he was going to fuck her. But he always went along, and the result for 25 years had been great sex, normally followed by a cup of coffee, curled up naked under a blanket on the front porch swing.
"Funny," she thought with a smile. "You'd think he would be expecting me to seduce him when he comes in like this, but he has never figured it out. He is always so pissed off about not being able to finish whatever it was he was doing that sex is the farthest thing from his mind. He'll come in grumbling and complaining and I'll stop him cold, . . . and then we'll fuck. He just never figures it out. Mmm, I love a good thunderstorm."
Her work at the sink was done, so she walked out of the kitchen, through the front of the house, and onto the porch. The porch was covered and ran around two sides of the house, a classic ranch design of the early twentieth century. The decking, like the floors in the house, consisted of softwood planks cut from timber growing high in the mountains to the east in Idaho. After nearly a hundred years it was worn and weathered, but it had a feel she liked. She sat on the front porch swing, and watched Luke toiling to mend the fence on the far side of the hayfield as the storm approached.
The storm had reached over the high ridge of the range now and was sweeping down toward the sage-covered hills that started at the base of the range. She could see the lightning flickering in the clouds as it approached. It was too far away to hear yet, but she suspected it was audible by now where Luke was. She needed to go inside and get ready, but there wasn't a lot of preparation required, so she just sat for a few more minutes watching the approaching storm and fantasizing about how she was going to seduce Luke in about half an hour. The power of the storm made her think of Luke's power when he forced her legs apart and shoved his hard cock into her pussy.
Finally, she decided she needed to go in. The storm was approaching fast, and soon even her stubborn husband would decide it was time to seek shelter. She walked back into the house and upstairs to their bedroom. There she kicked off her shoes and stripped off her workday clothes—jeans, cotton blouse, serviceable bra, and cotton panties. Looking out the bedroom window again to check on the approach of the storm, she stood naked in front of the window, something she never would have done where she had grown up in Virginia. But here, twenty miles from the nearest paved road, you could stand naked before an open window. There was no one to see you. Their ranch hands were all up on the Sanderson place (another of their ranches) over in Harney County getting in the first cutting of hay from the bottom land on that ranch, and Luke was a long way off and fully occupied with mending the fencing damaged by winter snows.
Of course, if Luke could see her standing naked before the window, she wouldn't have minded. She had always loved exposing herself to Luke. She knew that seeing her naked just lit a fire in Luke that always resulted in his wanting to fuck her until she begged for mercy. She had learned that when they were dating as sophomores in college, and it hadn't changed. Truth be told, exposing herself to Luke lit a fire in her, too.
The storm really was coming on. Now she could hear the thunder, which was still not loud from her vantage point at the open window in the second story of the house, but a nearly continuous rolling crackle. "Come on Luke," she said softly. "It's time to get out of there, and I really want you to come back here and fuck me." As she watched, she could see Luke gathering up his tools and putting them on the horse. Even her stubborn husband had decided to head for the barn.
She turned away from the window and walked naked across their bedroom to a closet. Stretching to her toes, she reached up to the top shelf and pulled down an old apron. It was worn and tired looking, but it was what she used for these occasions. Luke would know what was required of him as soon as he saw it. When she pulled it over her head and tied it in the back it would more or less cover her front, although as loose as she planned to tie it, it would be easy to lean just so and expose most of her tits. Of course, it covered nothing from behind.
She didn't have big tits, but they were big enough to entrance Luke from the first day she met him. They were bigger now and not as firm as they had been in college, but she thought, as she looked in the mirror, "Not bad." She surveyed the rest of her still naked body in the mirror—legs, still firm and attractive as they had been all those years ago; belly—well a bit plumper than it had been when she was 19 and first seduced Luke (yes, she seduced him the first time), but still not bad for someone in her mid-forties with three grown children. Ranch work had kept her slimmer than a lot of her friends from college that she stayed in touch with through Facebook.
