Cowboy's Dreams

One night early the next spring, after the big thaw, but before hot weather set in, they sat on the porch enjoying the mild weather.
Bo cleared his throat a minute or two after Silk had come outside. The three of them stood on the porch. Aila looked at him and waited, wondering what he wanted to say. Instead, Bo shoved his hands into his pocket and walked toward the barn. Bo returned and faced her squarely. His intense, penetrating gaze took her back, but she stood frozen. As Silk looked on, Bo raised a finger and almost touched strands of loose blonde hair that fell from the bun at the nape of her neck. Shivers of delight undulated down her spine, and the fine hair rose on the back of her neck. Even though he didn't touch her skin, she felt a resulting sexual pull curling deeply within her core. It made her wonder if she would collapse at their feet.
Do they notice what they do to me?
"What?" she asked.
He seemed to open his mouth to talk, but no words followed. Instead he turned and went to the barn.
She fought the battle being waged inside, turned and went inside cursing herself for nearly succumbing to lust. Nothing more happened between them that night, but she felt a big internal thaw coming on.
They worked hard from sun up to sun down, shoulder to shoulder a lot of days; sometimes without speaking. The tangible tension sparked like lightning between them. At night, her fingers had less and less of an effect; fingers could not replace a man's erect cock.
People in the area probably figured they were just hired hands who had come in off the trail goin' east from California. Most folks thought they slept in the barn and were helping out until Joe returned. Due to Aila's insistence, they continued sleeping in the house.
One sweltering night, Aila sat outdoors wearing nothing but a homespun shift in the cooling night air. Dabbing her skin with a cool cloth, she was aware of her nakedness under the thin fabric. Her breasts rose high and her nipples hardened, needing attention as cool air swirled through the arm opening of the translucent undergarment.
It was enjoyable to sit outside barefooted after a hard day's work, her breasts freed of their constraints. Bo, who obviously noticed, sat down beside her on the steps, his strong back straight, his body like a slab of granite. Their shoulders touched. Then Silk sat on the other side of her. It was the first time they sat on each side of her, and they touched her simultaneously.
"I think you're hair is pretty as spun gold, Ma'am," Bo said softly.
"Thank you, Bo."
"Can I touch it?" he asked.
"I-I don't know." It was plain, their intentions regarding her.
"I won't...hurt you, Aila. Neither will Silk."
It was also the first time either of the men addressed her using her God given name, and tingles shot down to her core.
"Well, okay."
He began touching her hair gently while Silk brought her finger tips to his lips and kissed them lightly. Womanly stirrings started sparking and twirling within her like the Fourth of July gone crazy. Bo's massaging hand moved onto her shoulders, then back and down onto her spine. Aila's senses charged with need for more as his hands moved over her back through the thin cotton. She could sense that Silk wanted to fondle her breasts. Silk began dragging his finger up and down her upper arm causing her naked pussy to moisten.
Bo’s words entranced and enthralled Aila. "We're glad you took us in." He dragged her palm to his lips. "We want to stay and help for as long as we can. But..." Bo's voice softened and stopped then put her hand back into her lap.
"We haven't been with a woman for many months, Ma'am," said Silk into her ear.