Hi there! I’m Piper. I was raised on a farm in rural Georgia. There weren’t many girls in our neck of the woods, so I spent lots of time with my neighbor, Bobby. We did everything together and soon became best friends. I guess it was inevitable that I’d become a “tomboy.” I fished, rode horses, played sports and even helped haul hay in the summers. It was always upsetting for my mom to look out the window and see me wrestling with Bobby or one of his friends. I enjoyed the attention that this only girl was getting.
I watched with awe as it exploded.
I had my first sexual experience down by the creek. Bobby and I were fishing, and he had to go to the bathroom. As he stepped over to a tree, I couldn’t resist peeking. He noticed and responded by saying, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” I laughed but curiosity was there, and I got up and walked over to the tree. Bobby pulled his pants further down and let me look and then touch. He placed his hand over mine and stroked his hard throbbing cock. I watched with awe as it exploded. I was even more in awe at the look on Bobby’s face as he came. He then pulled my jeans down and had me lay in the grass. Laying beside me, he told me to close my eyes and relax. I did and soon I was feeling his hand and fingers exploring my wet, aching pussy. I have no doubt that the look on my face matched his as I exploded in his hand.
When I got older, we moved to Texas. My dad took a job as a ranch foreman on a large ranch. It was exciting being around all the horses, cows, and cowboys! I put on my jeans, cowboy boots and hat, mounted my horse, and headed to the range. There were cows grazing everywhere. As I rode around exploring, I saw so much activity. There were cowboys moving through the herd, there were cowboys branding cows, and there were cowboys roping cows. Everyone was so busy. As I rode a little further, I saw a guy working on a fence. I rode closer to him and watched as he drove a post into the ground. His muscles seemed to bulge as he slammed that post-hole digger into the ground. Sweat was running over his chest, and his chest hair seemed to glisten. I found myself squirming in my saddle as I felt a tingle between my legs. I rode over to him and introduced myself. His name was Mark, and he was working here as a summer job. From that day on, Mark and I became good friends.
Neither one of us could wait to get out of our clothes…
Since my experience with Bobby, I started looking at guys differently. One day I was sitting on the fence watching the guys load hay onto the truck. Mark had on a navy tank shirt and his biceps looked rock hard as he lifted the hay square onto the truck. I found myself squirming on the fence as I felt that familiar tingle between my legs. I followed the truck to the barn and climbed into the loft to watch the guys unload the hay. I laid down on the soft straw there in the corner and waited for them to finish. Mark saw me laying there and came over and sat down. There was something in the way he looked at me, and I knew I needed him. I pulled him down to me and kissed him. Mark slid his arms under my shoulders and lifted me up to him, kissing me passionately. I slid my hand under his shirt and began massaging his chest. To my surprise, Mark did the same to me. Neither one of us could wait to get out of our clothes and before I knew it, I had experienced my first real taste of sex. Bobby may have taught me how to masturbate, but it was Mark that popped my cherry. That was just the beginning. I became a tomboy-slut. As the song says:
I’m putting on my favorite cowboy boots Like a crazy bull rider coming out of the chute Ready for some dancin’, maybe too much beer Like bare-back rubbin’ going on in here Hey little cowgirl leave the Stetson on Let’s cowboy up and down all night long.
By the end of the summer, I had made so many friends and hit all the hangouts. If there was a party going on, I was there! I didn’t want to leave my new friends, so I enrolled in the local university. I joined a sorority and even a fraternity little sister. I was having the time of my life! On weekends, we went to the local pub and line danced and sang karaoke. After a few beers, I took my place at the microphone and belted out Gretchen Wilson’s song:
You know I’m here for the party. and I ain’t leavin’ til they throw me out. Gonna have a little fun, gonna get me some. You know I’m here, I’m here for the party. I may not be a ten, but the boys say I clean up good, and if I gave ’em half a chance for some rowdy romance, you know they would. Ive been waiting all week just to have a good time. So bring on them cowboys and their pick up lines!
…being a phonesex operator keeps the party going!
When an opening came available for a bartender, I applied and got it. Now I could party down all night long! Thanks to some generous tippers, I was able to help pay my way through school. Thank goodness I got my bartender job because once I graduated, the job market slowed down. I needed a second job but couldn’t find one that was fun. I started doing phonesex and love it. Now when the party stops at the bar with “last call” I can go home and continue the party on the phone. Being a bartender helps pay the bills, but being a phonesex operator keeps the party going! I’ve learned “to save a horse, ride a cowboy!” Pick up your phone and give me a call. It’s time to cowboy up - all night long!
