Bonnie’s Christmas: Part 3 in Western Futa Erotic Secrets

SNEAK PEEK

The cold hell of winter proved to make Odessa and I’s journey to Baton Rouge a rough one. The large city was about 200 miles from the Proctor Ranch, which, in a perfect world, was a four-day trip on my loyal steed Liberty. We were not in a perfect world, though, and the harsh wind threatened to freeze the three of us before we made it anywhere. I could barely feel my freckled cheeks, and the only thing that kept me from complaining was the warmth of Odessa’s arms around my stomach.

Ever since my creole companion and I agreed to partake on our trek to find her lover Jessie, my mind raced. I believed myself to be doing the noble thing, reuniting two lovers that had been forced apart, but my own affections for Odessa grew every day. Everything about the beauty captured my interest, and it wasn’t just the very nice romping that we did often. I often stared at her full lips when she spoke and eyed every curve of her body when she rose from my bed.

My bed. That was where I wanted to be with her, not taking her to another cowgirl who once felt her affection.

I knew though, if I kept her at the ranch, her mind would drift to Jessie and she would never be completely happy with me. So even with the risk of losing Odessa in the forefront of my mind, I would not go back on my word about reuniting her with her promiscuous cowgirl.

“Hey cowgirl, I don’t know how much more of this cold I can handle.” Odessa shivered through clattering teeth. I would imagine we looked like two crazy people with every coat we brought with us on our bodies. My Stetson rested sturdy on my head and even with my leather gloves on, my hands still felt like they were about to freeze right off my wrists.

“I hear you, beauty. Town is a few miles in this direction and we can settle in for the night.” I pointed straight ahead after familiarizing myself with the landmarks I knew well from delivering cattle with my pa growing up.

“I can’t wait to sit by a pleasant fire with you. I can hardly feel my nipples anymore.” My cinnamon-skinned beauty laughed against my shoulder and sent a very different kind of shiver down my spine.

“Oh well, we can’t have that, darlin’. Don’t worry, I’ll do a very thorough job of warmin’ you up.” I rasped.

As if the universe knew we had mischief in mind, the wind whipped even harder. This time Liberty neighed her displeasure at being in the cold and I tried my best to soothe her with an affectionate hand. After two days of traveling, the three of us deserved a nice break in a warm inn, and I knew just the one in Lafayette that could be our sanctuary.

It wasn’t long before we arrived in town. It was as quiet as the snow that fell from the sky. Liberty’s hooves clopped along the snowy ground and the smell of fires burning into smoke from the various chimneys around town filled my nostrils. It was a comforting thing, especially after days of freezing on the back of my horse.

The inn was right across from the sheriff’s building and I was glad that we arrived toward the evening so we wouldn’t be questioned about our intentions in town. Not to mention, not everyone was accustomed to seeing a free woman riding on a horse with a blonde cowgirl such as myself.

“Alright ladies, we’re very close to comfort,” I assured as I sat up straight on Liberty and adjusted my hat on the back of my head to appear inviting.

“Oh thank god, Bonnie.” Odessa sighed as she squeezed around my middle.

I was sure if Liberty could speak she would have voiced her relief as well.

Once we reached the inn, I helped my beautiful companion off of my trusty steed. After tying Liberty to the wooden post outside I grabbed our belongings and lead Odessa into the inn.

“Well hello there! Welcome to the Rosemont Inn! Now you wait just a minute. I know you! You’re Bonnie Proctor! Well, haven’t you grown into quite the cowgirl!” A cheery red-headed woman with freckles called from behind the counter before she sauntered toward us to wrap me up in a hug.

I tried my damndest to remember who the woman was, but I couldn’t for the life of me. All I knew was she was at least ten years my elder, making her in her thirties, if not younger. There was something about the curve of her lips that seemed familiar, but I could only assume that she had a very memorable smile.

“Howdy, ma’am. I uh — I’m gonna be honest if we’ve met before I don’t remember you all that well.” I confessed with a hand on my hat to keep it from falling off. It was damn near impossible not to notice her bountiful breasts that were on display in her dress as she pressed herself against me.

The innkeeper was definitely curvy but where she had thickness on her side, my Odessa’s hourglass frame, perfect round swells and mouthwatering ass were enough to keep me from wasting my appreciation.

“Oh, I don’t expect you to remember me, baby. I’m Anna. You were this tall last time I saw you.” She gestured to around her breasts. “You had quite the growth spurt. You’ve gotta be close to six feet now. Yeah, you’re all cowgirl, aren’t you?” She rasped with a suggestion that made me blink with surprise. I had never had a woman flirt with me so blatantly before, but she quickly redirected her attention to Odessa before the moment got awkward. “Ooh, and who are you? Aren’t you just a beauty?” The shapely redhead marveled, only to scoop my companion into a hug as well.

Odessa, for her part, eyed the woman warily before glancing my way for some kind of explanation. I shrugged and prayed she didn’t think this woman was a former lover, because as far as I could remember, she hadn’t been.

“This is Odessa. She and I are travelin’ to Baton Rouge and need a room for the night.”

“Or ten. Honestly, Bonnie, I’d love to take a few days to unwind. The weather is only goin’ to get worse.” The creole woman admitted and I would be lying if I said it did not relieve me to halt our journey to find Jessie for a few more days.

“Well, you girls can stay as long as you need. We’ve got about four rooms available. You’re lucky. We’re normally sold out on Christmas Eve.” Anna pointed out as she rounded back around the counter to open the guest book.

“Christmas Eve?” I questioned, but I answered my query when I glanced around the inn.

There was garland around the counter Anna stood behind and a Christmas tree stood tall near the fire place in the common room.

“I swear this year has flown by.” Odessa added as she ran her hand along my back. Anna picked up the affectionate gesture before handing over the key to our room.

“And the years will only keep on flying by. So I say make every day feel like Christmas.” The ginger winked. “I mean, how could it not be with a sexy cowgirl to occupy your time. Ain’t I right, Odessa?”

My freckled cheeks burned at Anna’s words and the shared look between her and my creole beauty.

“You sure are. Especially one like Bonnie.” My companion openly gushed before the two of them shared soft giggles.

“If the two of you butter me up anymore, I’ll surely bake.” I shook my head and laughed. I was by no means promiscuous, let alone charming, but clearly Odessa and Anna thought I was.

“I’m sure Odessa will bake you plenty. Now off with you two.” The redhead rasped before shooing us off. There was something curious about the innkeeper that I couldn’t wrap my finger around, but that was the last thing on my mind when I felt Odessa’s hand grasping my denim clad ass.

“Yeah come on, daddy.” She purred into my ear and suddenly I didn’t know what the word cold was anymore.

“Merry Christmas, ladies.” Anna wiggled her fingers, and I tipped my hat in goodbye as my lover dragged me toward the rooms.