As a rule, I normally have never gone for "the backwoods country, redneck" type of woman. "So what did I have against redneck women," you may be asking? Well nothing really, I guess you could chalk it up to my upbringing.
Being from the big city had always fancied myself going after the "sophisticated" and educated "women of the world," some one who had culture and class, and seeing that I was a successful business person myself, I wanted someone of whom I thought was of equal caliber with me.
However, if you were to ask me which one I would choose today, I would have to tell you that without a doubt or any hesitation that I would definitely choose a simple redneck woman, hands down. "So why the sudden turn around" you may be asking yourself, well once you have tasted "pure homegrown sugar cane," no substitute will do.
I guess you could say it all began about a couple of years ago when I was asked by my company to oversee the development and bringing online of an engine manufacturing plant for an overseas car company in small southern town some where in what is known as the "old south." What I thought would be 12-15 month commitment at the most turned out to be a life changing move but I have never regretted it
At first I must confess that being a big city fellow, I had my preconceptions of small southern towns you all know the well known stereotypes, well I had my share, but seeing that my I had to be the Plant Operations Manager and it was my responsibility to train the employees, I figured I best put aside my prejudices, at least while working.
I arrived in the early winter and found myself immediately a fish out of water. They spotted me and instantly had me pegged as the "city boy" and sometimes I even got kidded and called "City Slicker" or "danged Yankee."
I managed to make friends with some of the locals and a couple of the guys I worked with decided that they were going to "make a southern boy out of me yet" and did there best to honestly and without deceit to "show me the ropes" as it were.
It would also be during these first few weeks that I would see "Raylene," the southern woman who would rock my world but I would just see her around in the office seeing that she worked in bookkeeping and since I was so busy the first eight-nine months, I rarely had any time for anything but work eat and sleep.
Eventually, in the early fall(around October) everything slowed down and the plant became operational and production was moving along at a good pace and soon the plant was "managing itself" so to speak I was able to find good experienced people to help share the load so that I could focus on long range goals.
This was also when I was able to "catch my breath" and begin to enjoy myself and my buddies decided that it was high time they took me out to celebrate. I figured "what the hell" and we after work one Friday, we all piled in Charlie's tan Ford Bronco and the three of us went out what was known as "The Dixie-Rebel Roadhouse."
It was a fairly nice unseasonably warm night for a mid October when we arrived at the road hose and you could say it was the stereotypical southern redneck bar. It had pickup trucks galore outside along with all types of older model cars and a few motor bikes.
Inside, the music was pretty loud and it was of course country. It had old wooden floors, pool tables , a bar and even had a few tables and booths along the wall where you could actually sit down and eat. The menu was simple: burgers, steaks, chicken fingers and yes they even had grilled chicken and chicken wings.
On the back wall was a giant rebel flag panted on the wall and in black letters around it were the words "Dixie Rebel Roadhouse." Charlie suggested we find us a booth and we order something and this would be when I would get my first taste of "southern charm and hospitality, redneck style"
Her name was Carrie-Anne and she came up to our table in the tightest and shortest cut off faded blue denim shorts I had ever seen and a red, grey and white checkered plaid shirt that was tied in a not just below her breasts.
Carrie Anne was the kind of girl that could make any guy cum in his pants just by looking at her. Standing about 5'8" tall, weighing about 135-140 pounds and measuring 38D-27-37, she had long sensual legs that ran all the way to "heaven," milky white skin, long shoulder length curly locks of flaming Auburn red hair and eyes of emerald green.
"Hey ya'll," she said with a sweet southern redneck twang. "What can I get ya'll to drink" We all told her we would like a beer and after she brought us our drinks, I ordered a steak while Joe and Charlie ordered the burger basket and fries.
To much to my surprise as Carrie Anne was bringing us another beer she turned to Charlie and said "Who's your friend, he's cute. Don't think I have ever seen him here before." Charlie told her that my name was Brad and I was the Plant Operations Manager for the new engine plant.
"Hey sweetie," Carrie-Anne, said as she came over to my side of the booth and sat down beside me and put her arm around me to hug me. "My name is Carrie-Anne and if there is anything I can git ya just holler," she said and with that she added in a sexy seductive voice "and I do mean anything."
With that, she put her hand on the inside of my thigh and moved her hand up along my crotch and felt of my growing and pulsating cock. "Mmmmm, not bad for a city fella," she purred as she stroked my cock "Don't let him git away, I may just hafta to give 'em a sample of what's not on the menu, and with that she unbuttoned her shirt and quickly pulled my head into her chest.
I thought she was going to jump my bones right then and there and mind you I wouldn't have minded it its just I had never figured I would be making out in a crowded room, but before Carrie Anne could go any further, another waitress came up and said she had a phone call.
"Don't go away honey," Carrie Anne said. "There's more I wanna show ya, but if ya do, I know where I can find ya," she added as she winked at George.
That would the last time Carrie Anne and I would get "up close and personal," at least for that night. However, she routinely come around and flirt and smile and "drop hints" of what she would like to do with me.
That night would also be the first night I saw Raylene apart from the business and I almost didn't recognize her from the way she dressed. While at the office she dressed conservatively and professional but tonight she was anything but.
I noticed her standing by the back wall smoking a cigarette and swigging down a beer and throwing back shooters. She was dressed in tight slender leg indigo colored denim jeans, brown cowboy boots, and a sleeveless white top that was sort of a vest but came down to just above her belt.
Her outfit showed off every sensual curve of her slender 5'8" tall 115 pound, 34B-22-32 body and her hat covered most of her somewhat straight but moderately frizzy shoulder length chestnut brown hair which she had obviously let down and restyled for the night.
