Anna Belle Suarez is a sexy cowgirl who is concerned that, at age thirty-five, she may be losing her good looks. Peter is a roaming friar who decides to help her confront her fears. Joy is a gorgeous blonde who has a bizarre confession to make. When the three of them get together, the term "holy rolling" takes on a whole new meaning.
Anna Belle Suarez ran a brush through her hair still wondering, as she had done for the past ten years, if she should let it grow long again or just keep it short. Long hair had its benefits, such as the reaction her husband had when she slowly drew it over his chest while they made love. On the other hand it became unruly when it reached a certain length, something that seemingly happened overnight.
A side benefit of short hair was that it gave her the opportunity to tease her husband on occasion, especially when she decided she wanted to have anal sex.
You like small tits, don't you?
I do.
And you like fucking me when I'm face down, don't you?
Of course.
That's why I keep my hair short. I think you like guys. You can pretend I'm a guy when I'm lying like this. Maybe you should fuck me in the ass and pretend I'm a guy.
No matter how many times she teased him he would always get angry, or at least pretend to get angry, but she always got what she wanted. She smiled at the thought of this game and the other games they played. She would keep her hair short, she decided. After all she always had her wigs available when certain types of situations arose.
Anna Belle ran the brush through her hair one last time before putting it aside. Reaching into her suitcase she lifted out a set of sheer red lace panties and slid them between her legs and over her hips. She liked this type of panty. They had clips on the side for, as her husband said, quick and easy removal. No need to take them off over your shoes.
After putting on the panties Anna Belle slipped into her favorite blouse. It was at least ten years old, a blue cowgirl shirt with pearl snaps up the middle and embroidered cacti on each breast pocket. The leftmost cactus had a pink flower and the rightmost cactus had a yellow flower, each positioned exactly over her nipples. The first time she wore the blouse her husband took one look and said, "Prickly pear?"
She remembered how she had given him a sly smile and responded, "Not such a prickly pair."
There was a slight problem with the blouse, though. The snaps were situated in a way that one was too high over her breasts but the next one down was too low. If she didn't snap the lower one any wrong move would expose her breasts to full view. She finished snapping it up, leaving the lower snap undone. Gripping the edge of the dressing table, she closed her eyes and remembered how her husband had once undone the snaps with his teeth. Trembling, Anna Belle slid her hand between her thighs.
Drenched.
Finally she slithered into a pair of tight jeans that rode low on her hips and wrapped tight around her butt. Looking at her reflection she mumbled, "Thank God you have some Mex blood in you or your ass would be as flat as... " Then she felt the slight roll of flesh peeking over the waist of her jeans. "Damn Mex blood." She sighed. "It's so hard to keep the weight off."
All in all, though, Anna Belle was satisfied with her reflection in the mirror. She needed the finishing touch, her favorite pair of beat-up cowboy boots, ones that had two-inch heels so that she stood almost five-eight. She liked being taller than usual but particularly liked the fact that the boots also gave her a punctuated hip waggle when she walked, something that, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make happen on her own. She was too much of a tomboy for that.
Anna Belle had no intention of cheating on her husband, but she wanted to be noticed. She liked being noticed. She liked wondering what men's thoughts about her were when she passed by them. Did they think about trying to pick her up? She'd like someone to try tonight. Nothing would happen, of course, but she'd like someone to at least try.
After taking one more look in the mirror and after turning in such a way that she could see the sides of her breasts under her blouse, she was certain that she would be noticed.
Anna Belle Suarez took a deep breath and headed toward the hotel elevator. One drink, she thought. One drink and then it was off to bed.
