Sure, why not?

You slip out of your trousers and then push your feet back into the leather boots. He groans and blushes as you saunter over to him, the heels thumping on the wooden floor. "Is this what you want?" you ask him with a grin, wearing nothing more than your underwear and boots.

He nods. "Oh, God yes ... can ... can I see one of them?"

You lift up your leg and extend it toward him. He takes it gingerly in his hands and holds it against his chest, his white shirt soaking nearly clear with sweat. You push him a little and he falls backwards. You rest your boot on his chest and lean over him.

"Mmm, you like being the shit on my boots, don't you, sharpie?" you ask with a grin. He wasn't the first cowpoke who was turned on by a cowgirl in leather boots. When he opens his mouth to answer, you slip the tip of your boot into it. "Nah, I think you just need to clean my boots a bit before you and me have our chat."

"Uh huh," he says, nodding slightly. His tongue slips out and starts licking the edge of the boot. You can barely feel it, but the sight of it makes you tingle. One of the perks of being an outlaw gunslinger was the feeling of power - of mastery - and while this wasn't your usual sort, it fit the bill.

The man shifts a little so he can start licking more of your boot and you lower your finger to your already-sweaty panties and start stroking your labia through them. After just a few strokes, your breasts are swelling painfully in the restrictive bra and your panties are completely soaked, the front of the fabric wadded up between your lips.

You look down and see his trousers tenting quite tall-like.