I was tucked in Andy’s arms. The new chaps hung on the bedpost. Andy’s suggestion of my wearing them without jeans had taken root and I obliged him that night with a little cowboy striptease. Without jeans underneath I could move a bit better and had done a little number to a relatively unknown Willy Nelson tune about gay cowboys. The effect was quite successful. I had made my way to the bed by the end of the song and found a fully aroused hunk of a man, drooling both from his mouth and his c**k.
I had never done it with chaps before so this was a new experience, one I was sure we would repeat again. The next time I would make sure Andy was wearing my old, off-the-rack chaps as well. There was something about dressing up, pretending to be someone bolder, stronger. It was very liberating.
