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side-to-side, letting her muscles pull and bones pop. The sheet caught under a hip and pulled down, dragging across her naked breasts. Good dream . She rolled a little and the sheet tightened around her hip area. The feeling of her pubic hair rubbing against the 400-thread-count cotton, after scraping across her sensitized nipples, gave her a very good idea.
    With a smile she slid one hand down to fondle a breast, the other one to rub her pussy a bit harder than a cotton sheet. Flattening her fingers, she pressed her mound and felt her clitoris roll and twitch. At the same time, she tweaked a nipple. Her whole snatch twitched. She pushed the sheet down and pulled her legs up and out, spreading them wide. The feel of the air against the moist flesh excited her. She flexed her private muscles, caressing herself. She groaned and slid her hand between her legs. She had to reach inside for some juice to slick up her personal dance floor. Good and wet, ready as ever, she got to her knees and pushed down so she was spread open again. Her hair surrounded her, falling to touch the sheet bunched around her knees. The slow and lazy motion of her hand and fingers as she played with herself allowed the heat to build slowly. It ratcheted up when her fingers found and rolled her clit. It stood high and hard enough for her to hold it between two fingers and squeeze. The action so enthralled her she did it again and ended playtime with a hard, fast, jerking rub of her whole pussy.
    Kneeling on the bed, breasts heaving, cunt dripping, she let her head drop back in completion. Her clit twitched and so did she. She flopped onto her back, disappointed. The only thing she missed with masturbation was a post-coital cuddle. But she wouldn’t let that take the shine off a great way to start the day. She rolled to her feet and hit the shower. Towel drying her hair, she wandered back to her bedroom and, for a brief moment, debated on what to wear.
    “Heck, a computer geek and another cowboy. Not exactly a dress-up day.” She grabbed a pair of jeans with tears in both knees, a rip in the seat, and frayed cuffs. A bleach-spotted T-shirt was followed by a faded chambray shirt. No matter how hot it got, a long-sleeved shirt was necessary for ranch work. Despairing of finding a pair of socks without extra holes, she plopped down on the rocker to pull on a pair of ratty sport socks then stomped her feet into her work boots. The cowboy boots were old, worn, and stained—just right to prove how hard running a ranch was to a computer geek.
    “He’ll probably show up in a suit and tie. Tough. He’ll be uncomfortable, not me.”
    She headed to the kitchen and put on a larger pot of coffee, since she was expecting a guest. While the coffee perked, she made toast, rummaged for something to offer the computer guy. She gave up after finding the moldy cottage cheese.
    “He’ll have to make do with coffee,” she muttered as she tossed the cottage cheese container toward the almost overflowing garbage can. It landed on top and bounced off onto the floor, spilling its smelly, slimy contents all over.
    “Damn!”
    “Something wrong, boss?”
    Lisa jumped and turned toward the back door with her hand at her throat. Her eyes widened at the sight in the doorway.
    Dan stood just inside, his hat still on his head. Behind him stood a very promising specimen of cowboy. He was over six feet, with long, neatly groomed black hair, blue eyes framed in black lashes, and the barest hint of a smile.
    “Boss?”
    “Uh, sorry. You startled me.”
    “I ain’t cleanin’ that up,” Dan said, pointing at the green and white streaks on the kitchen floor.
    “No one asked you to,” she snapped. Her waspish tone annoyed her. But Dan annoyed her even more. She turned to find a paper towel, but the holder was empty. Looking around, she grabbed a dirty kitchen towel and bent to wipe up the spill. She froze when a large, warm hand covered hers. Surprise, a matched set of his and