Chapter 4

Melinda headed for the back door of the saloon and as I followed, the laughter of the men in the saloon stopped but I didn’t know why. Outside the back door there was another room. Well, it wasn’t a room, it was a hallway. There was another door that I guess went outside and to the right was this hallway. Melinda turned right and reached back to take my hand.

“Logan, I really am sorry for the way I acted back in the saloon. I’m sorry I made those men laugh at you. It’s just that I’ve haven’t had a man inside me that I could feel since Mister Tucker.”

“Mister Tucker? You mean he’s been with you?”

“Yes, but it was when Missus had broken her legs. She got caught in a stampede and was unable to service him. She gave him permission to take up with one of my girls. As soon as he dropped his pants the first time, the girl came running for me. If you haven’t heard, I’m rather big between my legs and I can’t feel most men. I sure could feel Mister and that’s why I got excited when I felt you.”

“What slowed you down?”

“Clete, gave me a message from Missus.”

“What was it?”

“Oh no. It was a private message from one lady to another.”

We reached the end of the hallway and Melinda opened a door and the smell of perfume was overwhelming. I flinched back and she smiled.

“The smell is a bit worse downstairs. We get the cowboys coming in and they’ve been stepping in cow shit and haven’t washed up in days or even weeks. My room is much better. Come with me.”

She led me to a staircase and up to the second floor. As I walked up the stairs, I looked around the first floor. There was a bar, a small stage, and several very soft looking chairs and couches, all colored a very bright pink. The walls were covered with pink patterned wallpaper; the carpet was soft grey. A couple of women were sitting on the couches with a cowboy. The cowboy had his arms around them and was resting his hands on their uncovered teats.

On the second floor, Melinda led me down a balcony hallway until we got to the last door just before another staircase going down. She opened the door and entered. I followed and found myself in a room colored light lavender. There was a couch and a bed as well as a wardrobe and chest of drawers. Lavender curtains covering a large window added a deeper purple tone to the room.

“Please sit on the couch, Logan.”

I did as bid and Melinda sat next to me. She wasn’t so close that I felt crowded. She placed a hand on my leg and leaned back.

“So, tell me about this girl back where you came from.”

“There’s not much to tell, really. Her name is Darlene. She is the storekeepers daughter. She had me believing that she was my girl, but I’ve found out that she was seeing other guys behind my back. She was talking to me about marriage and a life together. Then I found out she was going to marry the preacher’s son because she was in the family way and he was the father. I’ve also found out since then she really doesn’t know who the father is, except it for sure isn’t me.”

“So, you never made love to her?”

“No ma’am.”

“Did you ever kiss her?”

Suddenly my face felt warm.

“Logan, you’re blushing. Do these questions embarrass you?”

“I guess so. I’ve always been told that a gentleman doesn’t openly talk about such things.”

“Well, if we are going to do anything together at all I need to know what you do and do not know. So, did you kiss her?”

“Yes.”

“When you kissed did you touch tongues?”

“Tongues? No.”

“Did you touch her body?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you touch her bare skin anywhere?”

“Um ... I touched her hands and arms. Her face.”

“So, you didn’t touch her bare legs or her back or her breasts?”

“No.”

She was gently rubbing my leg as she asked her questions and every time I answered a question, she gave my thigh a squeeze.

“Logan, am I to gather that you have never even seen a naked woman before?”

“No ma’am. I never have.”

“Well then, let’s get some things out of the way.”

She stood up, took me by the hand, and pulled me to my feet. She took my hands and wrapped them around her before wrapping her arms around me. Before I knew what was happening, she kissed me. Her lips were soft and yet strong. Then I felt her tongue slowly slide across my lips. She moved her tongue slowly back and forth across my lips.

Her tongue stopped moving and pushed in between my lips. I opened my mouth a little and her tongue slid in and began to play with my tongue. That felt different. Nice but different. That was when I felt my cock begin to stir against the inside of my pants. She pulled back a little, still holding me in her arms.

“Good, you like this. I can feel you getting hard.”

As she spoke she pressed her body against mine and slightly rubbed it against the front of my pants. Her hands moved down and took hold of my ass. She squeezed my cheeks and pulled me tight against her.

“I like the feel of your cock, Logan. OK, the next step. I want you to undo the buttons on the back of my dress. Start at the top and move down, slowly. Take your time. As the dress opens look at my bare back. Look at the skin and see if it looks soft. I know I have a couple of moles or beauty marks. Kiss them gently.”

I did as bid again and began to undo the buttons on the back of her dress. As the dress separated her white skin became exposed. The dress opened wider and I began to see the dark brown marks she’d spoken of. I leaned close and kissed the marks softly. Melinda let out a soft moan.

“That was very nice, Logan. Now use your hands and push the dress out and off my shoulders. If you see more beauty marks, kiss them the same way.”

I slowly slid the dress off of Melinda’s shoulders but seeing no marks I started kissing the soft, white, skin of her shoulders. She made a soft moan and then shrugged. The dress fell off her shoulders and dropped to the floor. I looked down and for the first time I saw a woman’s bare bottom. It was a soft white also. I was about to ask what I should do next when Melinda slowly turned to face me.

“Logan, you don’t have to look at my eyes only. Look down and tell me what you think.”

I slowly dropped my gaze from her eyes and face to her white neck and shoulders. I looked down at her bare teats and felt the front of my pants tighten. Her teats were large and more fully rounded on the bottom than the top. Each teat was tipped with a pale pink nipple that extended out, just barely from the teat.

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know what to think. I’ve never seen a woman’s teats before.”

“Teats is such a vulgar word. Call them breasts. That’s what the Bible calls them.”

“OK. I’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before.”

“That means you’ve never touched them either, right?”

“Right.”

“Place each one in a hand and lift them. Feel how much they weigh. Then gently squeeze them and see how soft they are.”

I did and was surprised that they were as heavy as they were. But I was more surprised at the softness. I squeezed them and felt the softness. I don’t know what came over me at that point, but I leaned over and began to kiss my way down from Melinda’s shoulders to the nipple of each breast. She placed a hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair.

“Mmmm, that feels nice.”

I kissed around the soft white breasts but didn’t touch the nipples. I knew enough to know that is where the milk comes from and I didn’t want to start something.

“Thank you for thinking of me. Most all men just drop down and start sucking in the nipples. Most time not too gently. They are very sensitive,” she said as she dropped the hand not on my head down to the front of my pants. “Oh Lord! That feels wonderful. May I take off your pants, please.”

I nodded and Melinda dropped to her knees so fast I thought she’d fallen. I looked down and saw her breasts swaying left and right. Her hands undid my belt. She paused and gently lay her face against the hardness in my pants. She used her cheek to stroke my cock as she slowly unbuttoned my pants. When she had undone the final button, she opened the pants and reached inside and slid her hands behind me. She squeezed my cheeks and pulled her face even tighter to the front of my pants.