Our two heroes meet

Having chosen to eat lunch in the saloon located on the other side of the street to the Sheriff’s office, Charles had been pleasantly surprised by the quality of the meal that he’d just consumed, and was now allowing himself a moment of rest as he let the strong coffee wash away the lingering taste of scrambled eggs and ham in his mouth, leaning his chair back far enough that it touched against the wall behind him and his right hand on his thigh, close to his gun, just in case any of the five other patrons would try anything funny.

Just as he’d been about to get up and leave, Charles saw the batwings be pushed apart by a blonde woman who proceeded to enter the saloon, immediately drawing everyone’s eyes towards her. Experiencing the familiar sensation of his cock starting to swell at the sight of the blonde stranger, Charles was nonetheless made to feel somewhat apprehensive by the manner in which she scanned the room before fixing her gaze on him and going on to slowly walk towards him, her right hand being used to sling the front of her poncho over her shoulder as she sauntered along the counter on her way over to his table.

Perhaps that move had been intended to draw everyone’s attention to the fact that she was armed, but a quick look across the room told Charles that it was her huge, round tits that filled out her white top that got all the attention, not her two revolvers. Not wanting to be impolite, Charles rose to his feet and waited for her to come closer still.

“You’re Charles Adams,” the woman announced to Charles once she’d stopped in front of him, leaving him to struggle to resist the urge to gawp at the flawless features of her ravishing face or the fullness of her ginormous chest, being fully aware that she might be wanting to fight him. Still, even so, Charles considered for a moment reaching to slip his fingers in under the waistband of her tiny thong and pulling her towards him before slipping them down her long, toned legs and proceeding to lick her pussy, which admittedly wasn’t a good thing to be considering if she were to suddenly cry out “Draw!” or some silly thing like that.

“Really?” Charles replied, silently recognizing at the same time that the woman before him was truly gorgeous even in comparison to the three beautiful women that he had fucked thus far during the day.

“Oh yes,” the woman purred as she had her gaze wander from Charles’ face down over his chest and stomach before producing a lustful sigh at how his hard cock was clearly outlined against the stretched fabric of his jeans, her tongue being used to wet her full, luscious lips as she looked back up at him with a horny gleam in her eyes, “you’re definitely him alright.”

Taking off her hat and tossing it onto the table in front of Charles, the woman then had her hands come down to the buckle of her holster, which she rapidly undid before placing it too upon the table, forming her lips into a sultry smile that she directed right at him before pulling her poncho up over her head and draping it over the nearest chair.

“There…” Sporting a confident smile, as though she was unwavering in her belief that he wouldn’t turn out to be an asshole, the woman placed her hands on her hips and spread her legs wider apart, the fact that she was now unarmed not seeming to distress her in any way, “Is that good enough, or are you worried that I might be concealing a gun somewhere?”

Chuckling at the woman’s good-natured question, Charles slowly moved his hand away from his gun and gestured with it to offer her to take a seat by his table.

To his surprise though, she remained standing even as he sat back down again, her eyes narrowing as she hooked both index fingers in underneath the spaghetti-strap waistband of her thong and tugged it upwards, thereby causing even more of its minuscule front to disappear up between her labia at the same time as another lustful sigh flowed out of her mouth, the sigh quickly growing into a moan and her back being arced to push her massive tits even further out as she spent several seconds more using the front of her skimpy undergarment to tease herself.

“I’m sorry,” the woman excused herself without dropping even the slightest hint that she was ashamed of or embarrassed about her behaviour, with Charles shifting in his seat to face her as she came sauntering round the table to stand directly in front of them, their legs nearly bumping into each other as she glanced down at him with the sultry, libidinous smile still on her lips and her eyes shooting him an irresistible come-hither look, “but it’s been days since I had last had a proper monstercock to play with.”

“And the stories that some of the women you’ve encountered would tell about you…” Continuing on, the stacked vixen slipped her right hand into her thong and used it to **** the front of it out from between the pink lips of her juicing snatch and beginning to slowly caress it, a few gasps slipping out through her mouth before she finished off with a dreamy sigh as she brought her hand up to her lips and lapped at one of the slender digits with her tongue, “It had me fingering myself every night, thinking about the things you’d do to me once I found you.”

Definitely finding this woman to be to his liking, Charles neither said or did anything, but simply remained in his seat and allowed her to rub her fingers against his lips until they were thoroughly coated with her juices, at which point she grabbed hold of his head and yanked it back so that she could lean down and kiss him, sharing her pussy juices with him as her tongue entered his mouth, with his hands acting on their own volition by coming up to cop a first feel of her bulging boobs, the firmness of which caused him to moan into her mouth.

“Oh, and by the way…” Having pulled her head back for a moment, the woman then threw herself onto Charles so that she was suddenly straddling his thighs as she kissed him again, her arms wrapped around him as her breasts were pressed against his chest, the **** with which she’d thrown herself at him nearly being enough to send the chair crashing down onto the floor.

“I’m Roxy Calhoun,” the woman introduced herself, before planting a soft kiss on Charles’ lips, “and I’ve got an offer for you.”

“Really?” Charles asked, instantly intrigued by what she was saying.

“Uh-huh,” Roxy nodded, “do you want to discuss it somewhere more private? Or, you know, you could simply fuck me silly out on the street…”