Under the Wild Wyoming Skies

Diana continued to pull out various pieces of clothing for me. She seemed quite happy how everything was going. I had to admit, other than the underwear, I knew I was looking good by the way Diana's eyes followed me. She opened a shoebox and pulled out a pair of cowboy boots. They looked expensive.

"Point your toes down a little and push."

That seemed to work and I stood. It felt a bit awkward as I tried to walk in the boots. I guess that's how a woman feels when she wears a pair of high heels. I think I wobbled a bit because Diana sorta laughed at me.

"One more thing." Diana said as she reached into the last bag. She pulled out a black cowboy hand and handed it to me. I slipped it on my head. She brought her hands together across her face. I could see her green eyes were glowing.

"Oh, God, you look so handsome, and if you don't say anything, no one will know you weren't born here."

She rose on tiptoes and we kissed. "Thank you for allowing me this evening. Now let's meet my family."

We walked out of the barn and to her truck hand in hand. It felt odd as hell wearing those damn underwear, but you know what, what's good for the goose and all that.

In the back of my head, there was one nagging question I needed to find the answer to, and I'll need to contact my friend Dave back in New York one more time.

*********Chapter Twelve********

The evening had gone better than I had hoped. I genuinely enjoyed her dad's friendship. I liked all her brothers, too, all five of them. The place we went to for dinner had the best steak I ever put a fork to.

As Diana had told me in the barn, most of the evening was spend talking about McConaughey and his never ending attempt to hang a murder on her, a murder I totally believed she was innocent of.

As I drove back home, Diana slept with her head against the window. It was good that she got some rest. We were about ten miles from home when I shook her.

"Better get up sleepy head. We're not that far away from the Ponderosa." She yawned and stretched her arms.

"What time is it?"

"A bit after two."

"Oh, that's early yet."

"That's easy to say from someone who's been zonked most of the way home."

Ten minutes later, the old truck shuddered to a stop and we walked toward our home. I unlocked the front door and began to flip on some lights.

"Did you have fun?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did."

I watched as Diana pulled a chair out from the kitchen. She placed it in the living room.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Night's young yet." She pulled me into the middle of the room, and let me standing there while she sat on the chair.

I watched as she worked on the buttons of her vest and pushed it open. Her fingers began working on the buttons of her shirt. That, too, she opened. Seconds later, Diana unfastened her bra and lifted it from her breasts. She popped the snaps of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She wiggled her butt and slipped the jeans to her knees. I took it all in, wondering what the hell she was planning.

She wiggled a finger at me. "See," she said as she lifted one strap of her black bikini panties. "I told you I wore these especially and only for you." She let the strap go, and it made a snap when it hit her skin. A single finger moved along the front of her panties. "I want a special night with you."

"What would you like, babe?"

"Come closer," she said, "I want you," she whispered, "to strip for me..."

So, there was a bit of naughty in my schoolteacher. I liked that. Especially the naughty part. I didn't know where to begin. I had watched enough girls do the bump and grind, but they were usually swinging around a brass pole. I started by unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled the sides apart then turned around and pulled it off my back. With all the work I did around the place, I've certainly had leaned up. I wouldn't be on the cover of Men's Health magazine, but I liked what I saw in the mirror. I caught Diana's eyes as she checked me out. I know it's vain, but it kinda turned me on to see her lust after me.

Diana was motivated 'cause she wanted me so badly for me to wear those damn black man panties, and I knew she set this whole thing up. I turned my back to her and bent over to show her my ass. Then I popped the snap of my jeans and pulled the zipper down a tiny bit. I turned back toward her.

"You like?" I asked as I teased the zipper down a few more clicks. Her fingertips were inside her panties and her head tipped back, stealing a glimpse of me every few seconds.

There is something about watching a woman masturbate that turns men on, except for me. I'd paid money to watch an escort do the very same thing Diana was doing. Tonight, it was different. Maybe it was because I knew this was real, and not faked like the pros offer. She had both hands between her legs. Every couple of seconds she'd pull out wet fingers to tease her nipples.

I pulled the zipper all the way down so she got a glimpse of those black man panties I wore. She moaned when she saw my junk cradled in that little black sling.

"All the way, honey, all the way," she pleaded.

I didn't want to break the mood, so I wrestled those boots off as quickly as I could, ripped my jeans off and then put the boots back on. I turned my back to her again and bend over. That damn string disappeared between my ass cheeks. When I turned back to her, she was breathing like she was gasping for air.

"Show me your cock!"

That seemed so damn out of character for her, but she did ask, and then something amazing happened. I didn't know if it was Diana's performance I had been watching, those damn underwear I had on or what, but I felt it surge in my gut. My balls seemed so hot I thought they'd burn my skin. Suddenly, my dick became so hard you could hammer nails with it.

"Diana! Look!"

Diana still had her pants down to her knees. She lunged out of the chair so fast she almost fell on her face. Pieces of clothing exploded into the air as Diana straddled me. There wasn't time to say anything. We let nature take its course and it was one hell of a drive.

***********

We didn't get up until almost eleven the next morning. I had planned on getting some work done and wanted to begin tearing the Ford apart. I staggered into the kitchen. Something smelled great.

"About time you got up," Diana said. She was working the stove. I blinked, then blinked again. She was cooking with an apron around her waist, wearing a dark blue shirt but no pants. She had those tiny bikini panties on and her not so high, high heels. I walked down our short hallway and looked down at those damn black ball holders I had on last night.

"What the hell," I said as I entered the kitchen. She sat a cup of coffee in front of me and pulled out a chair. "I thought you took these off of me last night. If I recall you used your teeth."

"That's right."

"How in the hell did they get back on?"

"You're not the only person who can put a pair of underwear on someone while they're sleeping." She giggled a bit, and then said, "If you're embarrassed, I'll get you something to hide under."

"I'm not embarrassed. You planned last night didn't you? Why in the barn?"

"Yup, except for McConaughey. I sure didn't plan for him to show up. As for the barn, why not? I'll bet you've never been undressed and then dress by a woman in a barn before."

I did a quick glance around our tiny home. There were articles of clothing scattered everywhere you looked. "Yeah, you're right. You stripped me in the barn." I looked around the living room. "Did we do all that?"

"And then some. I knew once you let go of her, we'd be all right. I knew it. I just did. We consummated our relationship last night. God, you're amazing in bed."

I sipped some coffee. "You aren't too shabby either."

My thinking grew clearer with every sip of coffee. I began to remember more of last night. I pulled back one side of her shirt. "That's a nice rack you have there lady."

She pointed at my black nylon ball hanger. "You like those don't you? Fess up."

I tried not to smile. "I guess they're okay, but we're not going to make a habit of it, right?"

Diana tossed her shirt onto the table. She was bare except for her black panties and shoes. My arms went around her waist and I said, "Now this is a habit I'd like to start." I placed a kiss on her breast.

She pulled my tee shirt off my body. "Now, we're even."

I loved the way she smiled at me, and I was about to kiss her when the phone rang. "Humm, phones are still working, that makes almost a week, now." I answered it.

Diana held her hands together as I talked. She seemed interested in the call, perhaps worried that McConaughey may have something up his sleeve. It wasn't him, but rather Principal Meyers on the other end.

"Yes, I see. We did have some other plans for this evening. Are they all right? That's good. No. I guess we'll be there. I don't know if she has one or not. Yes, yes, that will be fine. Okay, we'll see you tonight." I hung up the phone and took a sip of coffee.

"Who was that and what did you mean I might have one? Have one of what?"

"We've been shanghaied."

"By who?"

"Principal Meyers. Apparently two of the chaperones came down with some sort of stomach flu. We've been told to report to the homecoming dance at eight tonight. It would appear that you and are the official replacements."

"I haven't had to chaperone one of those for a while. I was always able to wiggle out of it."

"Not tonight. Oh, Principal Meyers said you are to wear a black dress. Remember the theme this year is fifties glamour. I told her I was sure you had one."

"You did what?"

"All you women have a little black dress hiding in the closet."

"This isn't Manhattan. I don't have a closet full of glamour. This is Wyoming!"

"I noticed one hanging in the closet."

Diana shook her head and pounded the table. "That is a little black dress. I can't wear that. Christ it's too little of a little black dress."

"Fifties glamour. Jackets and ties, black dresses. You'll be okay."

***************

Whoever said that red haired women had a temper must have lived with one. Diana fumed. She pissed and moaned all day. She barely talked to me when we'd pass each other. I decided it would be safer to hide out in the barn, and work on my broken tractor than face the wrath of Diana. Around six I knew I'd better see what's going on. If nothing else, the sixty-year-old tractor grease had to come off my hands.

The house was quiet, but I heard the water running in the shower. Before I made it to the bedroom the water stopped. I sat on the foot of the bed. Diana came in with a towel wrapped around her body.

"Are you talking now?" I asked, "or are you still mad at me."

"I'm speaking and not as mad—but I'm still mighty upset with you." She tossed a dress she had on the back of a chair onto the bed. "That's the best I can come up with in such a short notice. It's awful short." She covered her thigh with her hand. "I have black hose and it's the type that doesn't have the..." She pounded the bed with her fist. "You're still going to be able see though it."

"You sure get mad, don't you?"

"I have every right to be mad."

"Lay down," I said.

She grabbed the dress and tossed it back over the chair. I pulled the towel from her body and pushed her back onto the bed. "I can fix this."

"How?"

Diana didn't have much in the way of makeup, nothing at all like the piles of the stuff Alexandria had, but you work with what you have. "Did I ever tell you Alexandria didn't like to shave her legs or her underarms?"

"Why in God's name?"

"She was born here in the states, but lived in England at lot. It was a European thing."

"So what in the hell has that got to do with my situation? What are you doing with my makeup?"

I started to mix a bit of this with some of that. I've watched Alexandria do it plenty of times.

"Cotton balls?"

"In the drawer. What are you doing?"

"Spread your right leg out a bit?"

I began to dab the concoction I made onto her birthmark.

"I've tried what you're doing before. It won't work."

"The only way to hide color is to use color." I continued to blot the birthmark. "You see, if you tried to use the foundation that you'd normally use on your face down here, you end up with a patch that looks worse than the birthmark. The secret is to use a color that will blend in, then when you put the black hose on, nobody will be able to tell. Besides, it's going to be dimly lit in there anyway."

"It will crack." She said as she examined my work. "How do you know all this?"

"I'm a schoolteacher, I'm suppose to know stuff. Besides, I use to date a model." I continued to dab my miracle blend on her thigh. "I added a few drops of baby oil, it will keep it moist so it won't cake off. There. Now let it set up for a minute or two, then put your underwear on and your hose, and let me see. I might have to touch it up if I can see splotches through the nylon."

"I don't want you to think I'm not grateful for your help."

"Get dressed while I get a shower. It will be fine."

*******

As it turned out, Diana came out of the bedroom just as I had slipped my jacket on, the only one that I had. She was more than fine. Diana stood in our tiny living room as she clutched a small black purse. She turned completely around and smiled. "Well, what to you think?" she asked.

Her little black dress wasn't as little as she made it out to be. I guess the hem settled about four inches above her knees, and my magic patchwork appeared to do its job as I couldn't see her birthmark through her light black hose. God knows I gave her legs a serious study.

"Now, that's glam," I told her, "You seem a bit taller."

A foot rose and she moved it back and forth before she put it back on the floor. "Four inch heels. I was going to surprise you one night." She walked over to me and began to straighten my tie. "You're a handsome man, you know that, don't you?"

Before we left the house, I grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa. When we reached the truck, I spread it out over the seat. I lifted her into the truck, and before I had the door closed she caught my hand.

She turned on the seat and slipped her legs out the open door. "I want to show you something," she said softly. I watched as she pushed the hem of her dress to her waist. Under her hose I could see those black bikini panties. "I put these on for you tonight."

"We sure are getting our money's worth out of those. Guess you should buy a few more pairs."

"I can do that."

"I guess you should get a few more pairs for me, that is if you want me to wear them for you."

Diana looked surprised. "I saw them in the laundry."

"And? I can read. Hand wash and hand dry."

"Let me see?"

"You'll have to check yourself."

Diana grabbed my belt and yanked me into the truck so far that my knees touched the side of the seat. She pulled my zipper down, and gingerly slipped a few fingers inside my fly. I could feel her touch my family jewels. I heard her giggle as she zipped me back up.

"You said you hated to wear them and it wasn't supposed to be a habit."

"I guess I kind of owe you for the dress tonight." I closed the truck door and got behind the wheel.

"You do. You've always been a gentlemen towards me."

"Night is young yet. You may have to change your opinion of me before the night is over."

She looped her hands through my right arm and said, "And why is that?"

I shrugged. "I'd say there's a high probability that dress you're wearing won't be on when we're heading home."

The old Ford rumbled to life and I pulled the lever into drive. She tightened her hold on me.

"I wouldn't have a problem with that."

Sometimes I wondered about Diana. She was a schoolteacher one minute and the next ready for anything I mentioned. It was as though she was starved for attention.

"You know I wouldn't do that to you. Take your dress off in the truck."

"But you could if you wanted to. Maybe I'd like you to take it off. Did you ever think maybe I want you to take it off?"

There were many attributes about Diana's personality. One was her casual flirtation about sex. With Alexandria, sex with her was either on or off. There wasn't anything in between. Diana, on the other hand, liked the casual banter we had about sex. Like she did this morning, she liked to play with me. After she got over the fear of allowing me to see her birthmarks, Diana would sleep nude and cuddle close just to be close. Alexandria, when she wanted to be close, she wanted sex. If she didn't, you were by yourself. So many nights, we'd lay together in bed, my hand would move along her bare back, as I ran my fingers through her hair with my other hand. Diana might not know it, but she's a million times more of a woman than Lexi ever was. I need to tell her.

We are all made in God's image. None of us has the perfect body, the brightest smile or perfect breasts. Right then, sitting in this old pickup truck, I wouldn't have wanted to be with any other woman in the world. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her, as if I was staring at the sun. I yanked the lever back into park.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked.

"I want to tell you, you are the most attractive woman I've ever known." My hand slipped behind her neck and she turned toward me. Our lips touched as I cupped her neck. I placed small delicate kisses on her red lips. Diana moaned and my hand dropped to her thigh. Soon it found its way under her dress. In appreciation to the slow and careful attention to her legs, Diana opened them to me. My thoughts dwelt, obsessed with the possibility that somehow all of this was suppose to happen. Could it be fate? Diana moaned again as her breath rasped in and out of her lungs. I wondered if she could see the feral and predatory look I knew my eyes said to her.

"Jack? Jack? Can't we be a little bit late? I need to feel you inside me. I want to come. Fuck me with your fingers, your cock, your tongue. God, take me now!"

I exploded out of the truck and damn near ripped her door open. I pushed my pants down without unbuckling my belt. I grabbed Diana by the ankles and pulled her legs out. My hands flew under her dress, and in one long pull yanked her panties and hose to her ankles. I lifted her legs over my head, and I stared at the feminine glory before me with a hunger I've never felt before. My mind was on fire. A metal-legged spider seemed to have scampered up the ladder of my spine and curled itself into a cold tingling ball beneath the back of my skull. I felt its venom as it flowed in my blood. It poisoned me with an unnatural lust for Diana. I wanted, I needed Diana, right there.

That ball holder underwear I had on was no match to the erection I had grown. I quickly found the channel of her pussy and I rammed myself inside her. Diana howled. I acted like a man out of his mind. I began with short, rough, violent thrusts. Diana yelled my name. It cut though the stillness of the night like a knife.

She somehow managed to get her legs down and around my waist. I was caught between her and her panties. She crossed her ankles to lock me in, then pulled my dick deeper into her. I had my hands on her breasts and were squeezing them hard. "Show me!" I shouted.

She pushed her dress to her shoulders, and she ripped her bra from her breasts. I leaned down and began to suck on each nipple.

"Jack! Oh, God, please don't stop!"

I didn't. With each stoke, the pressure kept building inside me. "Diana! God! I love you!"

I exploded inside her, filling her with my seed. I wasn't done. I kept riding her like a bucking horse. Drained, I went between her legs and my tongue licked her most sensitive spot.

Diana's hands dug into my back. "Oh, God, Jack! Don't stop! Don't stop! Ohmygoddontstop!"