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The sun was almost at its mid-day peak, its tyranny seemingly never more oppressive than on the Arizona desert below. The cloudless sky offered no respite from the heat. It glared down like an angry eye, scrutinizing all who dared to live in defiance of such an inferno.

The stagecoach, moving along the Overland Mail trail, rocked with motion and so gave a slight breeze to go along with the shade of its roof. The canvas side curtains were lowered to cut the sunlight down until only a small dagger of it managed to get inside. With that jagged light came the current of oxygen, small and parched, that at least cut through the stuffy air caught in the interior of the Butterfield.

Roxy Leech fanned herself with a motion about as repetitive as how the stagecoach bumped and rattled along. She tried to remember to be thankful that by this time tomorrow, she would finally be in Tucson. It would still be hot there, but she’d be able to wash off all the baking she’d already done in a long cool bath. Already she’d taken off layers of petticoats at the last stop, but still she felt sticky and limp. Almost the way she would after a tiring fuck, but without the blast of orgasm to make this feeling contentment instead of plain damn torpor.

Hearing Roxy’s sigh, the other woman present gave her an only mildly sadistic smile. “Don’t sweat, baby. Remember: glow.”

Roxy smiled at her in a tolerating kind of way. In the weeks since they’d left St. Louis, they’d become fast friends. They even planned to work together, once they were in Tucson and found a saloon that had two openings.

They were opposites in looks—Roxy short and voluptuous, Knockout tall and athletic—but they had the same lusty nature. Knockout had started sharing details of her past escapades and Roxy had quickly joined her, the two conferring in giggling whispers until they ran out of conquests to compare and turned to their fellow passengers, wondering how good a lover each would make.

At the moment, there were only two other passengers. The first they dismissed out of hand. He was a pale, slender man with twitching hands and bloodshot, watery eyes.

“He’s nervous as a virgin just sitting next to us,” Knockout had whispered to Roxy, not long after he got on. Roxy had felt bad for him and tried engaging him in conversation, but that had just increased the pace of his blinking and made him turn beat red.

The other passenger, though… He wore a neatly trimmed moustache, delineated around sensual lips like the burn of a brand. Both Roxy and Knockout enjoyed flirting with him, turning a heel or bending over to display some bared flesh to his relentless eyes. It was scandalous, a scandal the two women could share in, and from the way Knockout met her eyes after some innuendo he sent their way, Roxy knew it likely that if it weren’t for the unwanted intrusion of the fourth passenger, she and Knockout would most likely enjoy him right there in the stagecoach, and all the way out West!

Roxy knew, when she’d taken off some of her undergarments, that she was doing it as much for his eyes as her heat. She felt Kon’s enjoyment with how her breasts showed through her thin chemise and printed cotton gown.

Roxy shuddered, wondering if his touch could be as good as how his bright eyes moved over her curves. Unfortunately, she had to do without either now. Kon was sleeping. Casually Roxy let her eyes drink in his sleeping form opposite her, now wishing she could explore his body with her hands instead. If only she had a little privacy! Even him at rest was enough to fill her with sensual urges! There was no telling how she’d feel once she was finally able to kiss him.

She looked to his hands… big and strong… and thought of how they would blister her skin oh-so-pleasurably with their rough calluses and scorching heat. But he’d be gentle too, no doubt. Roxy could tell by looking at his mouth. She could just imagine those juicy lips moving over her, licking and tasting, with a faint tickle from his moustache. Already she tingled, feeling the warmth of a lustful fire close to her white flesh. The flames danced high, close to her creamy skin, but so far she hadn’t caught light.

As her daydream took over the abandoned space of her starving mind, Roxy’s lips parted thoughtlessly. Her blue eyes darkened while her pale cheeks colored. Her breathing quickened and her mouth opened wider as the daydream forced its way past any decency, into the inexorable thought of Kon mounting her and impaling her with all his hot, hard prick.

Her eyes went to the lounging man’s groin and she gasped, as if penetrated, with the sight of the huge erection straining the crotch of his trousers. Kon chuckled and Roxy could only look up, condemned, to meet his gaze and see his eyes had the same gleam of lust as her own.

Roxy could only sit there and wonder what lascivious thoughts he’d been having, whether they matched her own imaginings or were even more debauched, more satisfying. Roxy feel a sudden bloom of warmth in her already wet womanhood.

Kon reached into his pocket for a pouch of loose tobacco and papers. The motion pulled his pants tighter around his engorged cock and showed her more of its lengthy contours.

Smiling gently, Kon started to roll himself a cigarette. He looked at Roxy with hooded eyes as his other hand produced a match. “Mind?”

Roxy tried unsuccessfully to keep her eyes locked with his, but they kept straying, flicking down to that insistent bulge at his crotch. “Don’t mind at all,” she muttered, “do whatever you like.”

“I mind,” said the wan, spinsterish man, but all that resulted in was Roxy and Knockout sharing an eye-rolling look. He no doubt thought Kon a shameless seducer and the two women bold and brazen, eager to fall prey to Kon’s machinations… Roxy could only hope this would take place in more than just his judgmental imagination.

“Open a window,” Kon said.

Orphaned when only a babe and reared by an elderly aunt and uncle, Roxy had learned to fend for herself in pleasure and in most other things. Now her aunt and uncle had died, which saddened Roxy, but also struck her as the natural order of things. They’d left her a small inheritance, grown by her selling their house. She didn’t want to stay in the East, where she’d be so curtailed that she might as well still be living under another’s roof. She wanted to trek West, where she could be as independent as her nubile little body could handle.

Roxy smiled and leaned forward, giving Kon something of a look at her curvaceous breasts, displayed fetchingly by the dipped front of her bodice. His eyes seemed to inject her with a feeling of pure life when he took in the swell of her bosom, his perusal as warm and tactile as a hand’s touch.

Kon leaned forward to blow some of his smoky exhale past the canvas curtain over the window. Softly, so only she could hear, he spoke to Roxy: “There’s a barn at the waystation. Meet me there.”

Her eyes so bright it was a wonder the dim stagecoach didn’t light up, Roxy nodded slight enough for only Kon to see her. She’d discovered what sexual excitement she could back in the city—now she was more than anxious to find what she could get up to Out West!

She looked at Kon through lowered lashes, her look both challenging him and promising him a fine time. Kon looked back at her, not intimidated at all by the provocative look she was giving him. He seemed to know he could handle her as well as a gambler with an ace up his sleeve would know he was winning the hand.

“Certainly is hot in here, isn’t it?” Knockout asked her, the knowing look almost as much of a delight as the one Kon had given her. Roxy couldn’t wait to tell her all about this lover they’d both wondered about.

“Oh yes,” Roxy said, almost a gasp, “and the sun’s not even all the way up. It’s only going to get hotter!”

Knockout could only smile, a bit ferally, and Roxy shared in the smile. Her eyes eager and Knockout’s eyes appropriately green with envy.

“We’ll just have to find a way to cool you off,” Knockout said.

“I don’t think there’s any way to do that,” Roxy said brightly. “It feels like I’ll be this hot forever!”

The darkness of the vast barn offered an iota of relief from the overhead sun, but that felt like plenty as Roxy slipped inside. In the distance she heard the Overland stagedriver shouting instructions. They were followed, with fresh horses being put into harnesses and the old horses led to the corral.