She wasn't supermodel hot. But to him, she was a goddess. She had something that just appealed to him.
Maybe it was that at this very moment every horny teenage boy's Daisy Duke fantasy was coming true and he was the very lucky participant.
He had just come back from a 14 hour night shift tour and was hoping to go to bed when he walked in the front door. But to his dismay he had walked in the front door to country music playing through the apartment and the smell of cleaning products smacking him in the face.
Walking through the apartment he found her practically bare ass up in the air cleaning the bathtub. Well hell, there goes going to bed now.
Clearing his throat, for more than one reason, he got her attention. She turned around startled, and then cocked her eyebrow at him when she realized she wasn't really looking at her face. She wiggled her ass a little at him.
He growled deep in his throat, then quickly ran over to her and threw her over his shoulder. He ran with her to the bedroom, her giggling and screeching at the same time, while gently pounding on his back.
Setting her on her feet he now took the rest of her outfit in. She had her hair in pigtails, an old work shirt tied in the middle and very, very short shorts.
"See somethin' you like cowboy?" she teased, putting her finger to her mouth in a playful manner.
"Damn Montana," he finally managed to get out. "Nice outfit," he said while reaching for her tied shirt, "Too bad it won't be on for much longer."
She pushed him on the bed and straddled him, "Ride me cowgirl," he slapped her ass.
Maybe there is something to country appeal.
Prompt from prompt dujour 'country appeal'