Z is for Zorro

Author's note: Some of you may recognize this story once posted under Thesandman by a different title. I decided to repost it after having reworked it as a favor to a very special friend (Rania) So here is the reworked version now entitled:

Z is for Zorro

It was Saturday morning and Shirley sat at her kitchen table pouring over a pile of vacation brochures. She glanced up at her kitchen clock and noted the time. "Darlene should be here anytime now," she said to herself.

She and Darlene had been best friends ever since their college days when they shared a dorm together. They'd each been one another's bridesmaids at their weddings, and now twenty-five years later they were more than simply friends, they were sisters. At least that's the way they felt about one another anyway. And in fact, they looked enough alike to have often passed for sisters.

They had what most people called dirty blonde hair coloring, though Darlene wore hers slightly longer, just to the shoulder, as opposed to how Shirley wore hers just barely below the earlobe. During college, they had even referred to themselves as the "Dirty Blondes" though they kept that private little joke to themselves. Shirley stood about 5'5" in height, with Darlene perhaps an inch taller, if that. They even had matching appendectomy scars though Shirley's had been removed when she had been a child, and Darlene's during her first year of college. Even so, it gave them one more additional bond between them, something they often delighted in sharing with their mutual friends.

About the only real difference aside from Darlene's blue eyes, and Shirley's hazel eye coloring which was more blue than green actually, was her breast size. She was a good full cup larger in the chest than Darlene was, a point which Darlene had complained about whenever they went to parties or nightclubs together during their college days. Now however, it made little if any difference since they'd both married and didn't actively seek out men's attentions.

The smell of the homemade cinnamon rolls that Shirley had gotten up early enough to make so as to be ready by the time Darlene arrived reminded her they were nearly done and that she'd better check on them.

Putting on her oven mitts, she'd just pulled the tray from the oven when she heard Darlene's voice as she came into the kitchen. "Hmmm, smells good!"

Like sisters, neither one of them ever knocked whenever they'd gone over to visit one another, always coming through the backdoor. If they were visiting with their husbands, then they did of course, but even those times were few and far between. Shirley's husband Brad and Darlene's husband Bob had little if anything in common with one another, which was one of the reasons that Darlene was coming over this morning. They'd both been excited to start planning their annual 'get-away' trip together, which excluded either one of their husbands.

"Sorry I'm late." Darlene added. "Bob woke up horny this morning," she said simply. Shirley put the tray containing the freshly baked rolls on top of the stove to cool and laughed.

"You're not THAT late. Another one of those 'Wham-bam, thank you mam's?' She asked.

This too had been an ongoing topic of conversation between them. After the first year of marriage, Darlene had begun complaining that the 'whirl-wind' sex she and Bob had enjoyed together had suddenly gone down hill. Now it was once a week if she was lucky, always on the weekends, never during the week. To make matters worse, it always consisted of five minutes or less of foreplay, which generally consisted of a few quick sucks on each nipple, a stick of the finger inside her pussy to ensure she was wet...which wasn't always the case, and then a furious two minutes of fucking. Needless to say, Darlene never enjoyed an orgasm this way and had often retreated into the bathroom afterwards to finish getting herself off with her fingers.

Shirley's situation was even worse, though Brad's was primarily due to medical reasons. He simply no longer had much, if any of a sex drive. And though both Shirley and Darlene loved their husbands, it was a constant topic of conversation that they expressed regrets over as well as their mutual frustrations.

"Still horny then? Or did you manage to get off at least?" Shirley asked. Like sisters, there was very little they couldn't discuss with one another, and had often done so openly.

Now it was Darlene's turn to laugh. "I'd have been a whole lot later if I'd stayed to do that," she told her. "By the way...is Brad here?" She asked lowering her voice.

"No...he's already out on the golf course with his buddies. Why?"

"Cause I have the perfect place to tell you about for our vacation." Darlene said excitedly, pushing the pile of brochures that Shirley had carefully laid out on the table for them to look at off to one side.

"Hey!" Shirley chided her friend. "Now you've mixed them all up!"

Darlene quickly took a few sheets of folded papers out of her purse and placed them on top of the table. "I printed these off the Internet," she told Shirley. "I was browsing some possible vacation locations when I stumbled across a link that said something about Sensual Adventure vacation spots."

"You've got to be kidding!" Shirley said pouring them each a fresh hot cup of coffee and then sitting down at the table and immediately pulling the small printed stack of papers over towards her.

"Every year you and I go through this little exercise, and every year we end up doing pretty much the same old thing. And...like every year we always talk about how 'next year' we need to find someplace really exciting to go to. Well this time I found it!"

"Oh come on," Shirley said as she scanned over the first page. "A dude ranch? You can't be serious, and in Wyoming no less? Good hell Darlene, why don't we just pitch a tent or rent a cabin and visit Yellowstone if you want to see Wyoming so bad. At least we can find something to do there. But a dude ranch?"

"It's not exactly a 'dude-ranch' Shirley. Yes, there will be real-live cowboys there for sure, but if you'd read a little further on, you'll see it's a vacation spot for 'women' only!"

That did get Shirley's attention as she glanced down to where Darlene was pointing it out to her. "Ok, I admit that's kind of interesting, but truth is Darlene, I still don't have any desire to learn how to rope cattle or sleep outside under the stars and eat beans and franks for dinner. That's not my idea of a good time."

"It's not THAT kind of a ranch." Darlene exclaimed, grinning wickedly. "Look at the second page, it talks about the kinds of 'activities' this particular ranch specializes in.

Shirley quickly turned the page over and began reading down through the list of activities. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she read. "You're right Darlene, this isn't no cowboy ranch at all, it's a fucking brothel for women instead of men!" She announced. "You really MUST be horny!" She pushed the rest of the papers back across the table towards her friend. "Ok, now that you've had your little fun, lets see what we can find here so we can get serious about finding a place to vacation this year."

Shirley heard the silence and looked up at Darlene expectantly. To her surprise she saw a hurt look in her friends eyes when she did.

"I WAS being serious." Darlene said honestly. "Come on Shirl...." Darlene said using the nickname she'd given her back in college, something she'd always called her friend whenever she wanted her to go along with something even though Shirley always thought it sounded like a bad idea.

"Ah oh. You really ARE serious aren't you?"

"Just look at what I printed out for you," she pleaded. "Think about it Shirl...this year we really can go someplace new and exciting, and who knows? Maybe we'll enjoy it so much that we'll end up going back there every year!"

"I doubt that." Shirley told her, but she did reach over picking up the papers and began to read through them a little more seriously.

An hour later Shirley gave in. "Ok, Ok. But what are we going to tell our husbands?"

"Easy, you already came up with the idea. Tell Brad we're going to Yellowstone for a week. It's the same area code, and they never call us anyway."

"Don't you think this vacation's a little pricey for simply going to visit Yellowstone?" Shirley questioned.

"Not if we tell them we booked all the tours, and all the sight-seeing adventures." Darlene quipped, still trying to sell Shirley on the idea even though she had already agreed to go along with it.

"You DO know what they meant by going bareback," Shirley said. "It has nothing to do with riding horses without saddles!"

"Naked..." Darlene interrupted.

"Yes...naked."

"A nice gentle two hour ride."

"Naked." Shirley said interrupting her back.

""Naked..." Darlene nodded agreeing with her, "...up to a beautiful mountain top where we spend the afternoon swimming, hiking..."

"Naked," Shirley said again.

Darlene simply shot her a look. "Where they serve us a gourmet meal and where we spend the night out under the stars."

"Like I said, franks and beans I'll bet."

Darlene ignored her however and picked up the phone. "What are you doing?" Shirley asked.

"I'm going to make our reservations," she said stubbornly. "If I don't do it right now, chances are you'll find a way to get out of going with me. And I AM going!"

"Maybe you should have masturbated before coming over this morning!"

Once again Darlene ignored her friend as she made the call. As the phone rang, she covered the mouthpiece with her hand. "And after this, we probably should think about going shopping," she added as someone answered.

"Why bother? By the sounds of it, we won't be wearing clothes half the time!"

Darlene finished her phone call and hung up. "Boy, are WE lucky!" She exclaimed excitedly. "We got the last two bungalows, and only because they had a last minute cancellation during the week we wanted to go. The next available openings weren't for another month, and Howdy said the weather starts to get pretty "iffy" by then."

"Howdy? As In...Howdy Dudy? Or Howdy Pard-ner?" Shirley said laughing hysterically emphasizing the words.

Darlene folded her arms across her breasts and stood there glaring at her. "They all have nicknames. He's the one that sort of greets everyone when they check in, so obviously they call him Howdy."

"Obviously," Shirley said still laughing uncontrollably, holding onto her sides almost painfully as she did. "Oh please...tell me there's more."

"Well, he did say some of the other ranch hands are called, Randy, Dandy, and Handy."

Shirley slid from her chair onto the floor wailing hysterically and laughing so hard she began snorting.

She heard Darlene begin giggling and soon joined her. "So help me Darlene...if this turns out to be some sort of joke."

Two month's later they were landing at the airport outside of Jackson Hole.

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They walked down the ramp leading away from the airplane and immediately saw a tall cowboy complete with a white Stetson cowboy hat, boots and faded worn Levi jeans. He was holding a sign up with their names on it.

Shirley looked over towards her friend; suddenly glad she was still wearing her sunglasses. "It's still not too late to catch another plane out of here," she whispered half seriously.

"Oh yes it is!" Darlene beamed, and then lifted her hand to wave it wildly at their cowboy.

"Oh my gawd!" Shirley exclaimed, and then followed her to where he stood smiling and waiting for them. "Please don't introduce yourself as Howdy," she thought silently, "Or I'll never make it out of the airport."

"Howdy!" he said grinning.

Shirley snorted, then farted.

#

Arrangements had already been made to have their luggage transferred over to the resort-ranch after it had been taken off the plane. All that was left to do now was follow their Chauffer-cowboy out to the limousine for the slightly over an hours long drive to the ranch. Shirley half expected to see a white limo with Brahma Bull's horns sitting on the hood. And she wasn't far off. The limousine was white, sans the horns however. Thankfully their Chauffer introduced himself as Stewart, which Shirley was grateful for. At least she didn't break wind when greeting him. She was still leery however, suspecting that he no doubt had some sort of nickname like everyone else.

"Sit back and relax. There's plenty to drink in the bar," he indicated to them showing them where everything is. "We should be there in a little over an hour, and if there's anything you want or need...just buzz me." With that he pulled away from the airport curb and closed the partition separating him from where they were sitting giving them some privacy to finally speak.

"I'd like to do a lot more than just buzz him!" Darlene said slyly. "My God Shirley, did you notice how gorgeous he is?"

Shirley had to admit, he really was rather handsome looking. "I bet he's gay," she said argumentatively. "No cowboy I've ever seen looks that good. So he must be!"

"Spoil sport!"

Shirley checked out the bar and saw that it was stocked with nearly everything imaginable, and not the cheap stuff either. "I'll say this, we'll certainly get our monies worth!" She quickly poured herself a glass of Johnny Walker black and sat back in her seat to look out the window at the scenery as they drove. Admittedly, it was beautiful here. "Ok, maybe this won't be so bad after all," she finally relented looking over at her best friend who was smiling happily at her.

An hour or so later, the limousine pulled into a private drive and on through the security gates. Another ten minutes the car came to a stop in front of a rustic looking lodge that still looked like something out of the old west. Their Chauffer came around, opening the door for them and invited them to step out. When they did, a short pudgy looking gentleman wearing a black cowboy had that was worn and appeared to be two sizes too large for him stepped up to greet them.

"Howdy gals...my names, Howdy."

Shirley started to snicker, Darlene immediately moved her foot to come down hard on Shirley's, but she had figured as much, and moved her own foot away just barely in time.

"That's ok ladies, I get that a lot," he said laughing along with them. "But it's designed to help you feel at ease, especially if your greenhorns," he said smiling, winking at them. Behind him two fairly tall, very handsome looking men, neither wearing hats as Shirley gladly noted came forward to escort them into the lobby.

"This here's Dandy, and the other's Randy as we all call em. And hopefully over the course of the next few days, you'll see why," he grinned mischievously.

Shirley leaned over whispering into Darlene's ear. "I wonder where Handy is? Wouldn't you know it, just when he's really needed."

"Are you going to be like this the whole time we're here?" Darlene accused. But she was smiling, though Shirley wasn't sure it wasn't at the two gorgeous looking cowboys who took their arms and escorted them 'properly' into the lobby.

Once they had been checked in, Howdy explained to them that there would be an orientation they were both invited to attend later on that evening shortly before dinner. If they didn't feel like it though, there were brochures in each one of the rooms explaining in clear detail all the options and opportunities that were available for each and every guest while they where here.

The girls knew ahead of time that everyone would be staying in their own bungalows, though there were connecting doors to each one that could be locked or unlocked on either side. Shirley and Darlene had connecting rooms of course, and immediately upon entering went to the doors, unlocking them and greeted one another inside their rooms.

"Isn't this great?" Darlene stated enthusiastically. The bungalows were certainly spacious, with enormous beds in each that could have comfortably slept four easily. "I wonder why?" Shirley said sarcastically after Darlene had commented on them.

Both rooms were nearly identical with a very rustic outdoorsy look to them that went hand in hand with the old west theme of the place. Real bear skin rugs sat in front of the fireplace, as well as what Shirley later learned were real buffalo hides serving as comforters on the beds. To their surprise, their luggage had already arrived, been unpacked and carefully put away in the drawers or hung up in the closet. Shirley even found a note stating that a couple of her outfits had already been taken for pressing and would be returned to her just as soon as they were done.

"Ok...that's nice," she admitted once she'd had a chance to take in everything. And then decided to give this vacation experience another chance. "Well? Now what?" She asked Darlene.

"Well, we've got a while before dinner." Darlene told her. "And I see here that we can call and schedule an immediate massage any time we want one. So hey, why not? I think I will."

"Enjoy yourself," Shirley told her. "I think I'll go back in my room and look over some of these activities. I want to make sure that what I'm reading is exactly what they're telling me. I still can't believe we're actually doing this!" She told her frankly.

Shirley went back to her room sitting down on the bed and began thumbing through all the various options and activities that were available to them. As she continued to read through the brochures, she couldn't help but become somewhat aroused as she truly began considering the possibilities. Shirley even felt herself becoming flushed in the face imagining a row of nude cowboys sitting on the fence as she attempted to rope one of them as her 'hired' hand for a very special evenings adventure. Forgetting all about Darlene's massage, she ran to their adjoining door and opened it, then stood there in disbelief.

Darlene was lying atop the buffalo hide on her bed. She was naked, and Dandy, one of the hired hands was sitting next to her on the bed, also naked, giving her a massage. Shirley considered quietly backing out of the doorway into her room, but as she continued to stand there watching, she felt like her feet were literally glued to the floor.

A moment later, she watched as Dandy slid his hand gently beneath Darlene. It was obvious to her what he was doing, especially when she saw her friend's ass lifting slightly off the bed.

"Oh yes, that's nice," Darlene hissed into the pillow. She began to undulate herself against his hand as he continued stroking her. Mesmerized, Shirley unconsciously lowered her own hand down towards her heated sex, cupping her mound, yearning more than ever now to be experiencing what Darlene was. It would have been simple for her in fact to do so. All she had to do was go back into her room, pick up the phone and schedule an immediate massage. Instead, she stood there watching her best friend getting her pussy fingered.

Shirley and Darlene had certainly seen one another naked before. But like most women, except for a quick eyed appraisal of one another, it was rarely if ever more than that. Shirley had wondered once if Darlene would ever consider doing anything with her, but it had been a fleeting thought, and one in which she had only once entertained while masturbating and in a very adventurous frame of mind. She'd not thought further on it, until now.

Now she saw Darlene in a completely different light. In all the years they had known one another, she'd never truly seen her friend so sensually displayed, nor as erotically aroused as she was seeing her at this very moment. And though it was certainly nice seeing the ruggedly handsome cowboy sitting beside her in bed, also nude, she'd not seen that much of him to warrant any additional erotic thoughts about what he looked like or anything. No, at this point it was actually seeing someone caressing and playing with her best friend that was turning her on.