DALLAS TEXAS

I spent a few days in Phoenix before heading to Dallas Texas. There wasn't much action in Arizona at all. I spent what felt like months on the interstate before finally pulling up to a small diner just on the inside of the county line.

I had always felt right at home in Dallas. I was a big Cowboys fan, always had been. I climbed out of the truck and walked inside the diner. I heard someone call my name and looked around to see one of my old fishing buddies.

"What the hell are you doing in Dallas?" Pete shook my hand and invited me to sit down.

I took my hat off and slid into the booth, "Just passin through." I smiled at the waitress, who asked me what I wanted. I gave her an up and down look and she rolled her eyes.

"I meant from the menu." She slapped a plastic menu down in front of me.

"Somebody's losing their touch." Pete snickered.

"No.. not losing it." I told him about my previous adventures, so to speak, in California and Nevada.

"Holy shit.. two women?" He leaned up on his elbows. "ok I want details."

I told him about Becca and he was practically drooling.

"You know, one fantasy I have always had?"

"What?" Pete sipped the beer the waitress sat in front of him.

"I have always wondered what mothers milk tastes like."

His eyes got wider, and then he sat back, "Wait a second, didn't your ex…?"

"Nope, both my girls were bottle fed."

"Well," Pete grinned, "why don't we take a trip to Cowboys tonight, see what we can find."

"Sounds good to me."

LATER THAT NIGHT

Pete locked the truck and we started walking across the parking lot toward the bar. As many football games as I had been to, I had never stepped foot in this place.

"This is kind of like Gilley's but bigger." he held the door and I walked inside. This place was huge.

I immediately fixed my gaze on a hot redhead, two stepping with an overweight cowboy, who's jeans seemed to slide lower every step he took. The song ended and she pecked his cheek before walking over to a table where a thin pale blonde was seated. I decided to walk over and introduce myself.

I sat down in an empty chair beside the blonde and smiled at the hot redhead. Pete sat down and immediately struck up a conversation with the blonde. Maybe he was right, maybe I was losing my touch.

"What's your name?" I signaled the waitress for a round of beers.

"Brett."

I nodded, "You sure can dance."

"Thanks" she scanned the crowd. I was guessing she was hunting a new dance partner, and I just be damned if I was leaving that bar without her on my arm.

"You want to dance?"

"Do you know how?" She tossed her head back and howled, looking over at her blonde haired friend.

"Why don't you find out?" I stood up and reached for her hand.

"You are a pretty good dancer, I will have to say." She snaked her arms around my neck and smiled. She had the most perfect teeth I had ever seen.

"So are you." It made me wonder if her moves in the bedroom were just as good, and I intended to find out.

"So, Brett, what do you do?"

"I am a cop."

I laughed, "You serious?"

"Yes, I am." she smiled and my heart melted, "I am the lead investigator with the Dallas Police Department."

"Maybe, you can show me your badge."

"Maybe I can show you more than my badge."

"Maybe you can." I leaned to kiss her. Our lips met and tongues entwined as Play It Again, by Luke Bryan blared over the speakers.

"Why don't we get out of here." She whispered and took my hand. She walked over to her friend, who had locked lips with Pete, and whispered something in her ear before leading me to the door.

"Where do you live?"

"Oh, I am not from around here." I remembered that I was with Pete. How the hell was I suppose to get back to his house.

"Oh." She nodded and smiled, backing out of the parking space. "So, tell me," she hit the gas and we headed out of town, "what do you like?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know." she smiled, "I will just tell you now, I love having my tits played with and sucked, and I love when a man eats my pussy, licks my clit." she pulled into a driveway, and I was guessing it was her house. "so.. what do you like?"

"Why don't you take me inside and find out."

Brett opened the front door and tossed her purse and keys onto the couch before removing her clothing. She had an awesome body.

"Ok, your turn." she sat down in a chair in the corner and lit a cigarette. She spread her legs wide, draping one over each arm of the chair. This woman had a smell, musky, she reeked sex, like a woman in heat. Her tits were huge, with dark aerolas and large thick nipples that I couldn't wait to get my mouth on. I stripped and stood in front of her, naked and vulnerable.

"OH MY GOD." Her eyes widened, "oh.. you are hung like a fuckin bear." she crawled on her knees and got in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth. Holy fuckin shit that felt amazing. I held the back of her head, guiding her mouth over my hard cock.

"Brett."

"Yeah."

"I am gonna cum darlin"

She looked up at me and smiled, "Go ahead."

I shot my load in her mouth and she swallowed it like it was honey.

She walked to the bedroom and laid back on the bed. I took my necklace and watch off and dove into that sweet smelling pussy. I drove her wild. She would almost be ready to cum, and I would slow to a crawl, she whimpered and begged me to eat her. I made her cum three times, sucking and licking her pussy, before I laid on my back and pulled her on top of me. She rode me nice and slow. It felt so damn good. She hung those jugs of hers in my face, and I sucked them. I love women's breasts. The bigger the better. She arched her back placing her palms flat on my chest and started grinding her hips, hard. She had a ball busting orgasm, and collapsed on the bed beside me.

The next morning, I headed for Louisiana.