<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/gallery/012013/david-gandy-7-hollywood-fall-winter-2012-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Virgil Matthews<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Shopping and building a bonfire<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cowboy boots, blue jeans, a black white beater, plaid short sleeve button up left open, with a black Stetson<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cheyenne<br/><br/>After the orientation meeting which didn’t hold any surprises for him, having been a member of a Community before, he gave Cheyenne plenty of time to meet with the Mayor and Midwife to make an appointment to have all of her questions answered. Once she was done, he once again opened the doors for her and opened her side of the truck for her before they headed into town to get the supplies that he had already pre-ordered.<br/><br/>On the way, he informed her that if she needed anything to either let him know or go ahead and get it. They did make two other stops though. One at the grocery store so he could pick up a good bottle of red wine and a small bottle of massage oil. The second stop was at the florists where he bought a dozen and a half roses. Once he got the box out to his truck, he pulled out his ever present pocket knife and clipped one of the roses about two inches back from the blossom then shaved off the thorns before he climbed back into the truck.<br/><br/>Leaning in, he brushed her blonde hair back away from her face and used the rose to keep it out of her face as he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips, “A pretty flower for a beautiful woman.”<br/><br/>Then with his truck loaded down with supplies, he drove back to the ranch. Once they were back, he ran around the back of the truck and grabbed one of the folded saddle blankets he kept there in case of emergencies and tossed it on the hood of his truck. As he helped her from the truck, he pulled her to his body and lifted her up by her firm ass and set her down on the blanket, careful not to break the kiss.<br/><br/>Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, he growled almost hungrily, “Trust me. This won’t go down now on the hood. Just a little warm up.”<br/><br/>With that he went back to kissing her, but he didn’t stay at her lips for too long. Instead, his lips moved down to her chin where he kissed and nibbled along her jawline to her neck. He took his time working down along her jawline and neck down to her shoulders as his calloused hands kneaded her buttocks in his hands. He felt her much more delicate hands go to his head. Whether to hold him closer or push him away, he didn’t know. But he wouldn’t be refused just yet.<br/><br/>He had no intention of taking her here and now. His plan was simple in its elegance, difficult in its execution. He was going to stoke her fires so high and hot that there would be no hesitation tonight when he took her to bed and gave her as much pleasure as he could over the course of the night.<br/><br/>It was simple in that he hadn’t found a woman he couldn’t arouse; it would be difficult in that he wanted to get enough work done around the ranch that they didn’t have to worry about getting up with the predawn to actually work.<br/><br/>After he had gone over both shoulders and his hands having drifted from her ass to her hips, he broke away, slowly. Both out of reluctance and also to give her a second to catch her breath and possibly her balance.