The sun was starting to dip lower over the promenade
He was sat in his truck watching the sunset over the beach with a little country playing, watching the world go by
He adjusted his jeans as they started to feel tighter around his crotch
This was happening more regularly at the moment as it was a while since he had seen any action at all
The trans rolled on and a police car sped past blue lights flashing and two tones sounding off to clear the way
He looked out of his window again at the lights in the distance and he switched his engine on
The acrid smell of a passer by’s cigarette hit his nostrils and he yearned for one , 8 years after stopping the desire was still there
“Where are you heading to Cowboy” came the question, he looked up and saw her leaning in through the window
He paused before pulling away, “sorry ?” He said
“I asked where are you heading Cowboy”
“Oh because of the boots”, he replied looking down
“No because of the hat on your back seat” she laughed
“Of course” he said, reaching for his vape. He exuded confidence usually but this lady’s alarming beauty had caught him off guard
Her caramel skin, the lilting Irish accent, the bright green eyes, combined to be one of the most beautiful girls Tony had ever seen. I’m heading for Cowboy & Co in town was his reply, she asked if he would like some company and went on to explain that she was in town for a hen weekend. Blackpool the d*unken haven of the UK seemingly designed to inflame the senses and triggered every part of the mind. She explained that it was not her kind of place and she was not one for strippers and drinking until she was sick and wanted to go somewhere else now away from the lunatics and d*unkards.
He sat there nervously wondering what the catch was, beautiful women like this did not approach him but he took a long pull on the melon berry gold bar and said, “ok, get in”
What did he have to lose ? He was broken as a man, shot in the hip in service of queen and country and cast aside on a scrap heap at a relatively young age, the 55 year suffered with PTSD and a right leg 2 inches shorter than the left due to his shooting. Twice divorced, 6 grown up kids he felt like he was just sat in god’s waiting room, not that he believed in god.
He pulled away from the kerb and slid into the steady stream of traffic. He was heading to his favourite bar in town, a genuine little honkytonk with live music and Pabst Blue Ribbon on draft and rodeo on the tv
Once inside you could be in any one of 100’s of bars across the southern United States
He pulled up outside and laid his disabled badge onto the dash
They both got out and walked into the bar
Hi Tony the doorwoman said
Hi Tony said and he walked to his seat, yes HIS seat, 3 saddles on stools at the end of the bar and he always sat in the same one, the barman moved people off their seat whenever he came in
He sat down and ordered a desperado, drink ? He asked his nameless companion, what do you recommend she asked and he just said I’m on these and she said ok I’ll have one too
He paid and tilted towards her and asked why she had picked him
He felt a hand on his shoulder, Wayne, one of the owners and he said so who is this Tony ? I have no idea he replied to which she leaned over, put her hand on his cock and said, come on Tony, tell the truth. Tony looked shocked and she said to Wayne, I’m Siobhan nice to meet you ………..
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