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parties,” she
commented. A few minutes later she handed me a soft, flower-print gown and a
bonnet. How sexy is that? I paid for the dress and returned home to change
clothes, anxious to get started. As I started spinning through time on the
Pocket Jumper, keeping an eye on the viewer window, the gladiator from
yesterday popped into my mind.
    At the thought of him, my nipples hardened and brushed
against the fabric of my dress. I could only hope the guy I zeroed in on next
was just as hot. I wore my long, dark hair in braids, which I thought looked
kind of cute. I hoped I appeared innocent, yet sexually evocative. Enough to
drive a cowboy hot with desire. I was horny as hell.
    Through the viewer I spied a lone cowboy in a prairie field,
riding along on his big, black stallion. He looked large and sexy. I set the
device and expanded the viewing field so I could sweep the area for any
complications.
    All appeared well and clear.
    I set myself up to land just ahead of the cowboy, behind a
rocky hill, out of sight. My braided head bare, I grabbed the shoulder of my
dress in a firm grip and yanked, ripping out the seams. Then I stepped through
time.
    Quickly, before he rounded the bend, I lay out on the ground
and grabbed a handful of dirt to rub on my face and dress. It would appear when
he saw me that I’d barely escaped from an attack. I hoped to stir the cowboy’s
protective instincts along with his desire.
    I closed my eyes and lay in a convincing crumpled heap
awaiting my rescuer. Just as I’d hoped, the cowboy, seeing me there, leaped
from his horse and hurried to my side. He got down on his knees and took me
into his big strong arms while I fluttered my eyelids. “Where am I?” I asked.
    “You’re safe, darlin’, don’t you worry your pretty little
head.”
    He passed a canteen to my lips and though I was kind of
grossed out, I made myself sip from it. When I eventually focused on the
cowboy’s face I gasped in shock. His eyes were a dazzling blue. The exact same
eyes as Taranis’.

Chapter Five
     
    “I’m Danny,” he said.
    With his blond hair peeking out from under his cowboy hat
and those eyes, he reminded me of Taranis. In fact, the resemblance was
striking. Perhaps Taranis was Danny’s ancestor? I shook my head and focused my
thoughts on this encounter and what I wanted, pushing the ancient past aside.
    “Please.” I reached up to touch his cheek. “Make me feel
safe.”
    Danny’s arms tightened around me, pulling me closer. My gown
slipped lower. His lips descended upon me, blazing a hot trail from my mouth to
my neck, and then to the valley between my breasts. I arched my back and rubbed
at his thick muscular shoulders to urge him on. He took my nipple between his
lips, his hot tongue swirling around, setting my pulse to race.
    I wished I had more time.
    I felt a hand creep up between my open thighs. He chuckled,
realizing I wore nothing beneath my dress. He laid me back fully and his finger
pushed into my pussy. My hips arched up to welcome his touch. Faintly, in the
background, I was aware of the warm dirt on my back and Danny’s horse nickering
as it waited for its master’s return.
    Hurry , I wanted to yell as I turned and fumbled with
Danny’s pants to get a hold of his cock. For some reason I was mad for him,
more than I thought I’d be. I freed his cock from his pants, delighting in the
feel of the thick length of him. “Fuck me, Danny. Please,” I begged. Soon all
of that velvet-covered steel would be inside of me.
    He rose up to kneel between my thighs. I smiled as he
settled my dress up around my hips. Lifting both my legs, he pushed them back
against my breasts, tilting my ass up at an optimal angle. I watched him sit
back on his heels, open his legs and scoot closer to nestle them on either side
of my ass. From this position he had complete access to me. So much for me being
a chaste little country girl. He began by teasing my pussy with the head of his
generous cock. Slowly he