Loading...I had just come in from a hard ride on my favorite horse Samson. God, he’s a beauty. He’s seventeen hands high and very muscular, he shines in the sunlight with a flicker across his black coat, his long mane and tail have barely ever been trimmed. His name is so appropriate, he is big, he is strong, and his hair long and beautiful.
A gelding, he had been gelded with pride, which means he doesn’t know he is gelded since we bred him several times before removing his ability to sire offspring, but not his desire to do so.
We both came in with sweat from our long gallop across the hills we were so familiar with. I had let him have the bit in his mouth, let him take us wherever he wanted to go. And go we did! It was exhilarating. It was exciting. We knew every inch of the hills around our home and stables and had nothing to fear from riding at break neck speed. Samson knew I knew how to hang on and I knew I could trust him with my life. It was the next thing to flying that I knew and for Samson he loved me so much that he gave me the ride of my life.
As I slid off his high back I leaned against him for a moment, my arms around his massive neck to give him an affectionate hug. Deftly I removed his saddle and his blanket and tied him to his stall. Already the hands had food in his bucket, water in the trough, and a deep bed of straw on the floor of the box for his lordship, Samson. I sometimes regretted that we had gelded this mighty beast. His son’s and daughter’s were legendary and I owned several but none could really measure up to this mighty beast. If we had let him retain his dominance he would have become dangerous and we couldn’t have that so we had gelded him but not before getting vials of his sperm for future breeding. Everyone knew that he was king of the stables and they knew to bow to his wishes. Fortunately he had the personality to accept their homage with grace, style, and dignity. By gelding him when we had, he had retained that gentleness, that beauty from with. He was a beautiful horse both in appearance and in personality. I think anyone who knows me, knows that I love this horse more than anything….or almost.
As I rubbed him down and then brushed out his beautiful black coat I thought about all the wonderful things that had happened in my life because of this beast. He was the stuff of legends, he was the horse that built this stable to what it was today, he brought many people into my life that would have never been there otherwise. His needs and the ones of his heirs and companions were paramount in this operation. They needed round the clock care, they needed pampering, they had excellent human assistance. It was what brought Reese into my world. There would have been no other way for her to come into my world because of the social differences.
You see, in my world, the classes do not mix. Although I have always had money to do what I want, to indulge, it also shelters me. As a result, I am expected to marry money, to socialize with my peers who have money, and to marry a man that has money. I on the other hand like to think I am a rebel. Not openly of course, but enough to bend our little social narrow-minded world on it’s ear. Not only do I not care about the money that flows effortlessly into my hands, but I don’t care about who has it, who controls it, or what it will buy. I like people of all walks of life. I also like women. I prefer their company intimately to that of men. This had been hard to accept for a long time in my life, not only personally, but to make my father understand. He had high hopes for his ‘princess’ and while he has come to accept that I am a lesbian, I think deep down he might be a little disappointed. He never shows it of course, but up until a few years ago, he thought I would be a lonely old lesbian.
I met a woman then and had a wonderful relationship with her. I even married her and conceived a child. By the time our firstborn was due though, we had fallen out of love with each other. She had fallen in love with the sperm donor of our child and I had fallen out of love with love. Hurt, our relationship was severed, even before our daughter was born. She moved away and I moved on. My father was delighted at the grandchild he thought never to have. I however was left to raise my child alone and while she has a doting grandfather, she doesn’t have a true co-parent, one I would want to have in my life forever.
This brings me to my current problem though. I think I may be in love again, not just with Samson, but with his caretaker, Reese. She is a lovely woman, tall, blonde, with a wonderful caring personality. She is also, very straight, very heterosexual. She hasn’t a clue to my feelings, at least I don’t think she does. I first noticed her one day months ago. She was assigned this section of the stables to care and feed the horses as well as exercise and groom them. I first saw her fine ass on top of one of Samson’s offspring, a mare that shown so much promise I wished I could breed her back to her father for the offspring that would ensue. Instead I would have to find a stallion who only barely measures up to his impeccable lineage and style. She was riding this mare around the obstacle course and I couldn’t help but notice the tight riding britches pulled across that cute little muscular derriere. Normally, I would have only noticed the mare but something about this blonde beauty caught my attention. Perhaps it was the efficient way she handled the fractious mare or perhaps it was the muscles rippling as she took the mare through her paces. Something caught and held my attention.
Both the mare and Reese were breathing hard as they came in record time from one of the trainers watches. We train them in multiple classes to have an all around horse. It doesn’t matter what we put them to or ask of them, they will try it willingly with our training, if we do it right.
“Excellent Reese, that’s her best time ever” Lawrence called as he clicked the watch.
Her smile did funny things to my insides as she pulled the mare to a halt in front of the little group of us and slid down. Not only the riding pants, but the knee high boots, and the form fitting nylon blouse did her body proud. When she removed her riding helmet her shoulder length blonde hair swung out and I was entranced.
“Reese, I’d like you to meet your employer” Lawrence did the introductions and I came forward with my hand out. “This is Ms. Moyer” with the emphasis on the ‘er’ which made it sound like an ‘a.’
At the first hand shake I could tell a lot about this woman. She was straight forward, looked me right in the eye, and she was strong. She was also not interested in my attraction to her. “How do you do Ms. Moyer, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you” she said in a cool cultured voice.
“How long have you been working here?” I asked in return, genuinely interested since I didn’t do the hiring and firing in the stables. I was curious about this one.
“I came on board when you were at the Nationals” she informed me with her delightful smile that did something again to my insides.
“Ah yes, that was a disaster” I smiled myself remembering.
“Well, we are going to do much better next time” she answered as she patted the mare “aren’t we girl?”
I wished at that moment she were talking to just me and I was the recipient of her pat.
So began a working relationship. She took care of some of my most prized babies and trained not only them but me as well to be her slave. The horses adored her and I for one took my cue from animals. If an animal doesn’t trust a human for any reason, I didn’t either. Since they loved her and trusted her, I did too, at least that’s what I told myself as I became infatuated with her. Anyone who didn’t love animals I steered clear of in this life and it had been a good rule to follow.
I learned that she had grown up on a farm with horses, cows, and sheep but it was her love of horses that had led her to become a trainer. She was a good one too. From what I could see she intuitively knew what they were thinking.
“No Ms., not like THAT” she said exasperated as I repeated a motion we had been working on for days.
“Then why don’t you come up here and SHOW me!” I snapped, just as exasperated in her as she was in me.
Much to my surprise she sprung up behind me on the horse I was working with and wrapped her arms around me. I desperately wanted to lean into her, to feel her body against mine. To smell her unique essence. Instead, I tried to remain professional and let her arms around me, her thighs against the back of mine, her pelvis against my buttocks distract me for only a moment. But what a moment in time. Without much effort she showed me how my movement was causing the horse we were training to misstep and it would have cost me points. Other horses I had worked with must have instinctively done the step before but this one was following my lead and I had been off. Reese corrected it without ever being aware of how totally aware I was of her body against mine.
“THERE” she jumped off and smiled and I would have faltered had I been the one on my feet. “You shouldn’t have any problem from now on” she informed me and I nodded dumbly.
Because of the close working relationship with trainer and rider we became good friends. Although I was her employer, her knowledge and expertise were paramount to our relationship. I learned a lot from her and about her. I shared a lot with her but couldn’t bring myself to share that I was falling in love with her.
As we went to shows and the ribbons mounted up I couldn’t help but praise her expertise to anyone who would listen. I couldn’t help but brag about her knowledge. It wasn’t a surprise that several rival stables attempted to steal her away from us. I like to think it was loyalty that kept her on at ours. Secretly I like to think it was me that kept her from leaving despite several generous offers.
“You’re here late” she said softly in the shadow of the night as I stood in the center aisle of the stables and gazed around.
I smiled but was sure she couldn’t see it in the dimmed lights that didn’t attract bugs but allowed us to check on our beautiful charges throughout the night without disturbing their sleep. They too needed their beauty sleep to keep fit and healthy. “I like to just come here and breathe the atmosphere.”
“I know what you mean, there’s nothing like it.” I could tell she was closer by the location of her voice beside me.
“I can’t believe how wonderful the smells and sounds can be, even in the darkness.” Only a true horse lover can understand what I am saying.
“What, the manure and hay doesn’t get to you?” she teased as she came to stand beside me in the darkness.
I snickered. If you love horses the smells are perfume to your nostrils and senses.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am” she sighed.
“Lucky?” I asked wondering at her statement.
“I am fortunate enough to be doing something I love with my life, working with these beautiful animals, I just can’t believe how I get to do this, forever.”
I smiled and it showed in my voice as I answered, I understood “you’re not just lucky, you’re skilled. The animals know you, they trust you, they answer to you because of all that.” I wanted to say that I did too, I know you, I trust you, I love you, but I couldn’t.
“I think when you do something you love, it comes through in so many ways. I have always loved watching the horses as they gallop across the paddock, the field, the hills. Their muscles rippling, their eyes flashing, the sun catching their coats, their manes and tails streaming out behind them. I can’t work with them enough to let them know that I want to bring out the best in them. When I groom them, train them, work with them, I want the best for them.”
I stood there in awe as I listened to this woman. She was one of the few, she was one of the special ones, one of those who ‘got’ it. Who appreciated everything about these magnificent beasts. If I hadn’t admired her for months already, that little speech would have made me fall in love with her.
She mistook my silence “I’m sorry, I tend to go on about horses…”
I stopped her by interrupting “no, not at all, don’t be. It’s nice to hear your enthusiasm. I know for you it isn’t just a job, it’s a dedication that few have. I admire it about you.”
“You admire me?” she asked with a genuine sound of bewilderment.
I nodded but wasn’t sure she saw it in the dim light as I added softly “very much.”
I turned to look her straight in the eye in the soft light. She looked very desirable and I desperately wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. What I saw in her face though surprised me. I am not expert where matters of the heart are concerned but I know desire when I see it. For once I saw attraction, genuine and open attraction on this woman’s face. She took a step towards me before carefully hiding the look on her face much to my disappointment. I wasn’t going to let it go though, something I had been hoping for but knew could never be had just happened. I was gambling a lot as she turned away and I grabbed her arm. She turned back in surprise as I leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips. Much to my surprise she not only returned it but opened her lips to run her tongue along mine. I gasped and met her tongue to tongue as we deepened the kiss. Her arms came around me and clasped me to her hard body. I can’t describe the feel of her body against mine, I had wanted her for so long and this incredible feeling couldn’t possibly be real.
Some noise, perhaps one of the horses could hear us, sense that we were both in heat, something had us pull apart after who knows how long we had been exploring each other’s mouths, holding each other close. I looked at her in the faint light, hoping to see no regret and saw instead her arousal, I hoped she saw my delight.
“How long?” I asked as I took a step back to get some perspective.
“What?” she asked confused as I watched her chest rise and fall from our exertions.
“How long have you felt this way about me?”
She shook her head as she looked me straight in the eye “from day one, I think. I couldn’t understand at first that it was attraction like this” she indicated the kiss “I thought it was just because we were becoming friends. We have so much in common.”
I watched her closely looking for some sign that she might be prevaricating, not telling me the whole truth but she had become my best friend, and except for the little matter that I wanted desperately to make love to her, I had confided almost everything with this person over our months together. I knew her. She was telling me the truth. She had hid it well though.
“I thought there was something wrong with me at first, I’ve NEVER felt this way about a woman before. I had heard the talk about you and your wife of course but I tried not to listen to gossip. As we became closer though I couldn’t help but be attracted to you. I saw you one day with your daughter and saw how gentle you were her and then I saw how you handled horses the same gentle way, I couldn’t help but think that this was a woman I wanted to know, this was a gentle woman in every sense of the word.”
As I stood there and listened incredulously I couldn’t help but wonder why it had taken her so long to make her attraction known. I took too long though and she began to doubt what she was feeling.
She hung her head a little as she said “I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, I’ll gather my things and be gone in the morning.”
“What?” I was startled out of my reverie. “Why would you leave?”
“Because you know now, I’m sure you have people throwing themselves at you all the time. In your position… I’m just an employee…”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked incredulous at what I was hearing. I wanted to pinch myself to see if what was happening was a dream. “I don’t want you to leave.”
She looked back at me startled “you don’t?”
I shook my head and smiled “I’ve been attracted to you since day one too.” I waited to see her reaction to this news.
The joy on her face was something to behold. I wished I could frame the look I could see in the dim light. It was something I would always remember.
She shook her head “then I’m not crazy?”
I took her into my arms again and whispered so the horses couldn’t hear “no, you are not crazy, or maybe we both are, but I want to be with you.”
She pulled back slightly, holding me just as tightly in her arms, to look into my face, inches from her own. “I’ve never been with a woman, I don’t know how…”
I shushed her with a kiss “it will come naturally” I breathed in between kissing her to our hearts content.
We didn’t consummate our relationship that night, despite both of us wanting to desperately. We could have so easily have gone up to one of the apartments above the stables, her’s was above this one, or we could have walked up to the big house where I lived. I wanted her first time to be special though and we spent hours talking and getting to know this side us. Making out like schoolchildren. Falling into love with each other on a different level. Learning so much about the other.
It was frustrating when we realized the missed opportunity. My duties and her’s kept us apart for days, and before we realized it, weeks had passed and we still hadn’t been intimate together. We both wanted to desperately and despite stolen kisses, caresses, and out right heavy petting had been unable to let it come naturally. There had been no time as we trained horses for the upcoming show circuit. I wasn’t the only rider and she wasn’t the only trainer. Our horses needed us in tip top condition to keep them like that as well. They needed our undivided attention and it was frustrating us both no end.
“I need to see you” she whispered to me as she helped me saddle up Samson.
“You do see me” I hissed back. Having her this near and knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her was causing me no small amount of desire.
Samson was acting up, I am certain he could sense that he had two females in heat around him and being the stud he had been, he couldn’t help but prance and fuss. Tacking him up took a lot of time and the accidental brushes between Reese and I were becoming heated.
“I can’t stand this anymore” she whined. Normally, this would have annoyed me no end but I could understand. We were both aroused, we both wanted to be with the other and time and again had been interrupted. One thing or another had wrecked our plans to be together, I had begun to think it was a conspiracy.
“Patience my love,” I tried to console her. I wanted to take her in my arms, to soothe her, to kiss her until she was mindless. This wasn’t helping anything. There were too many people around, we weren’t ready to acknowledge the relationship. We weren’t at the point where I wouldn’t care who knew it. It was still so new. It was still in the kissing and heavy petting stage. We hadn’t done anything yet and THAT was what was frustrating the hell out of both of us.
“Easy for you to say” she panted as she worked on Samson’s bit. He didn’t want to take it but she whispered to him and he took it because it was HER asking. He knew a good thing when he saw it and I did too.
I glanced around and saw no one near the box stall and I caressed her tight jean clad derriere. I could tell by the indrawn breath that it immediately affected her as she turned from finishing up Samson to look at me in mock outrage at my audacity. I smiled and breathed “soon.”
As Reese helped me into the saddle with a healthy boost I knew she held onto my upper leg a little longer than was necessary. She made minute adjustments to the saddle and fittings, taking a chance to caress my thighs and derriere in revenge for my touching her. Her fingers lingered on my hands as she handed me the reigns before she turned and led Samson out of the stall. I ducked my head as we left and then rode proudly out into the yard and onto the hills with my favorite mount.
Samson sensed my need for speed and as soon as we cleared the stable yard he took me on a wild ride to help clear the cobwebs. The arousal I had felt from Reese’s presence was nothing compared to the bobbing on his mighty back. I could have had an orgasm from slapping my crotch against the saddle but I contained myself. I effortlessly held onto my amazing steed with my leg muscles as we climbed the hills and glided over hedges and fences. My thighs gripped him and I couldn’t help but think about Reese and what I would like to be doing to her. Riding a beast such as Samson though requires concentration and he, while an amazing horse, could hurt you unintentionally if you aren’t paying attention. He was fast and furious and blew the mind in all good ways. I was sweating and so was he as we headed back to the stables. My frame of mind was incredible as I came back down to earth after our intense ride.
It didn’t occur to me to wonder at the few people I could see that were in the stable yard when I returned. I was concentrating on returning him to his box stall and as I slid from his back I immediately removed his saddle and blanket. The physical exertion of riding him had released some of the physical tension that built inside of me from being around Reese. Thinking about her though as I finished grooming him brought some of it back. I put him in his stall and closed the sliding door. Two arms came around my middle and hugged me close.
“Are you mad?” I asked incredulously. It was daylight, anyone could see us.
“Yes, mad about you” she said in my ear as she allowed me to turn around in her arms.
“Anyone could see us” I said astonished at her audacity.
She shook her head as she gazed into my eyes “I sent most of them home for the day. The chores have been done, the animals fed, watered, and groomed. I gave many of them a half day and they were grateful for it.”
I was surprised I had never thought of that and I realized with her in my arms that we might just be alone for a change and I smiled in contemplation of that fact.
She started with a little peck of kiss. This pushed me against Samson’s stall but I didn’t mind her body against mine. Slowly she turned me as she kissed me again and again, I stopped counting the kisses then. She frog marched me backwards across an aisle and into another large box stall.
“Wait, wait” I tried to get out “I need to shower” but she was overpowering my objections and I wanted her so desperately.
“I don’t care that you need a shower” she breathed as she slid the stall door shut for privacy. For those of you who don’t know how a box stall looks, ours have bars at the tops to keep the horses from going over but the bottoms are solid wood and more than enough to give us privacy. “For once, we are going to finish what we started” she stated firmly. I was thrilled at her commanding voice.
For someone who had never been with a woman before she was a bit aggressive. I think the fact that we had waited so long, been so frustrated, and missed so many opportunities, had lent ambition to this endeavor. She expertly stripped my blouse, my riding pants, and long boots from my legs. I returned the favor with her checkered blouse, her jeans, and her work boots, removing my riding gloves to do so.
To see her in her nearly naked glory was a sight. She looked incredible in her bra and panties. I was surprised to see that she was obviously Victoria’s secret weapon. She wore a push up bra that barely kept in the beautiful orbs it contained. Her matching panties were high cut on both sides and barely covered her delightful little derriere that I had been admiring forEVER. I couldn’t wait to get them off and didn’t. Kissing her buttcheek as I peeled off the panties I wanted to suck and bite it but didn’t want to frighten her with my passion on our first encounter. I wanted to initiate her slowly but at the same time knew that we could be discovered at any moment and couldn’t take the time. Making love in a stable wasn’t exactly private but she must have planned it out as the large blanket spread out over the straw attested to.
I don’t think I could ever get enough of kissing her. She tasted so sweet, almost like a fruity concoction. I slowly lowered her down to the blanket as I caressed every inch of her beautiful body. She unhesitantly returned the favor as she imitated everything I did to her. I kissed my way across her jaw to her ear and gently sucked on the lobe, tonguing along it’s rim to hear her sighs in my own ear. It was music. My hands touched her breast and I gently palmed her nipple, my hand attempted to capture the breast in it but found to my delight that it was too large to contain in one hand. The resulting squeeze though gave me her first barely contained moan as I felt her arch into me. I kissed my way down her silky white chest to the nipple I was playing with. I switched my hand and fingers for my lips and tongue and heard her breath catch in her mouth. My hand went to her other breast to ready it for my invasion as she threw her head back, enjoying what I was doing to her.
Kneeling over her I could feel the straw through the thick blanket and hear it as I moved to get a better purchase over her delightful body. Her fingers wrapped themselves in my long hair and quickly released it from the bun that had contained it’s length for riding. It cascaded about us as I played. She finger combed it and I relished the massage of her fingers against my scalp and nape. As I worried her nipple with my tongue and lips and lightly nipped it with my teeth I loved that she pulled at my shoulder and head encouraging me as she arched into my mouth.
My hand didn’t need to help my mouth and tongue to play with her breasts and nipples. I could tell my fingers were needed elsewhere if the scent that I was inhaling was telling me anything. Her arousal was obvious to my senses. Above and beyond the smell of sweat, horses, hay, and manure…I could smell her and wanted desperately to taste her too. I didn’t want to wait either, it had been months of torture, but I didn’t want to frighten her either. I wanted her first time to be special, I wanted her to know the love I felt for her, I wanted her to want me so much that she always would remember this first time as the best time.
As my fingers caressed their way south I felt her belly, her sides, her hips, and her thighs as low as I could reach to her knees and back up. I avoided the obvious juncture between her legs that I sensed was very wet from the delightful smells that were emanating from between the juncture. As I played with her body, I relished the feel of it beneath mine as I settled on hers. I nuzzled, nipped, and licked her breasts in obvious adoration. I caressed, fondled, and rubbed with my fingers everywhere else. Everywhere except where she obviously wanted me to be.
When she was grinding against me, her body squirming in supplication, her hands finally pushing on my shoulders, pushing me south to where she wanted me to be, I began a slow descent. I kissed my way down. Laving attention on her navel, I was delightfully surprised to find it pierced with a cute little diamond ring. Tugging slightly on it I heard her moan. I had heard that it sometimes affected the wearer with a corresponding tug in their nether regions. I think I proved it to myself as I tormented her beneath me. We couldn’t play anymore, she was getting frustrated, I was taking too much time, we were too exposed, and I was becoming impatient. I had wanted her for too long, too much, and been denied. We could be interrupted at any moment and I wasn’t going to take that chance. I hoped I had given her a taste of how wonderful it would be with me, always. I needed to take her now and kissed my way to between her legs. She was as meticulous in her grooming of horses as she obviously was in her own bush. Neatly trimmed her V beckoned me to it. Her lips were swollen and wet from her desire and her clit protruded, fully erect. Who was I to resist. I didn’t.
The first swipe of my tongue along her slit elicited a gasp of great proportions from her lips. Her hands at the back of my head would have been painful if I wasn’t enjoying their encouragement so. My tongue tasted the sweet honey of her arousal. I crouched between her legs, my ass in the air as the straw crackled beneath the blanket in our movements. My hands grasped her firm muscular ass so I could bury my face between her legs. My nose, my lips, and my chin were soon covered as I tasted every inch between them.
“Groannn” I heard her respond as I nuzzled, licked, and slurped. I was drowning and neither one of us cared.
I knew she was very aroused. I could read her body very well despite having never seen it before. Her gasps, her groans, her moans were telling me so much. Her wetness, her movements, her hands on the back of my head and shoulder, all indicated her high state of arousal. I wanted to draw it out, I really did, but I knew we didn’t have the luxury of time. I wanted to lose myself to the passion, to screw her mindlessly but I knew she wasn’t aware of anything but what she was feeling. One of us had to stay aware. One of us had to keep one ear open to the sounds around us. A few of the horses around her could hear us as we began our mating dance, they moved restlessly in response. I removed one of my hands from her delicious little cheek to insert first one finger and then two and then amazingly three into her gushing hole. On the first try I hit the spot that had her gasping and going limp. Her G spot must be extra sensitive as I worked it and for the first time I tongued her erect clit.
“Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd” she babbled as she threw her head from side to side. She arched back, her breasts heaving in our exertions. One hand was thrown over her head in supplication, the other was painfully wrapped in my hair encouraging me as she held my head against her crotch. I needed no encouragement to continue tonguing her, licking the bounty that was squirting from her body as I thrust inside and petted that secret spot sporadically. My other hand crept from where it had been kneading the beautiful muscular cheek to those bobbing boobies that ached to be kneaded, squeezed, and sucked. I wished I could do it all but instead concentrated on making her first time special, making her cum, with me giving her the ultimate kiss, the ultimate adoration from between her legs. Her legs she threw over my shoulders and began to squeeze my head as she rose higher and higher in her excitement. I could tell she had many years of riding experience behind her as she ground against my face. My head began to swim at the muscles squeezing it, I don’t think she was aware of what she was doing anymore. Relief poured through me as she began to buck and squirm beneath me. She clamped her mouth shut to muffle her screams as ecstasy roared through her beautiful body. My vision began to clear from where it had been swimming towards blackout from her intense hold on me with her thighs. I continued licking and thrusting and sucking until her body quieted down and she went limp.
I crawled up her now sweat soaked body relishing it’s slick feel until we were face to face, breast to breast, pussy to pussy and could look down on her relaxed face. “Are you okay?” I asked softly and tried not to sound smug.
“Okay?” she repeated dumbly as I watched her try to focus her eyes from a long ways away.
I watched amused as she slowly became aware of our surroundings, of me, of her own naked body against mine. The look on her face was ecstatic.
“That” she said slowly “was incredible” she understated.
I smiled at the unintentional compliment.
“You made my toes tingle” she told me as she smiled up at me.
I heard a horse stamp at a fly or something in a nearby box stall. Another blew softly. I could hear birds chirping outside the stable. Yet I lay next to a beautiful blonde woman, naked and could only smile down at her in wonder at what we had just shared.
Gently Reese leaned up to kiss me. She tangled her hand in my hair again and pulled me down so she didn’t have to hold her head up so hard. In that kiss was gratitude, love, and so much more. Slowly she turned to roll my body off of hers and hers onto mine. The feel of that body against mine was all that I could want, all that could ask for. Gravity worked in my favor as I felt it all when she climbed aboard.
Apparently Reese is a quick study. A brilliant student. Everything I had done to her and her own fertile imagination came into play as she gently made love to me. The worry I had about us being discovered, the listening to hear if others were coming, all that went away as she began her ‘turn’ at making love to me. She duplicated everything I had done to her and added her own twists.
“I’ve been thinking about this forever” she breathed as she brought my body alive in her lovemaking.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a better student, a more observant one anyway. She had me muffling my groans, gasps, and cries from what she was doing to my body now. I worried as she made her first foray into tasting a woman. I know I should have been showered and fresh for her but this unexpected lovemaking was her idea. Apparently despite the fact that I had been sweaty didn’t deter her from tasting me. I had released plenty of liquid too from riding Samson, thinking of her, and making love to her. She had plenty to taste from. As she made her first tentative taste I watched her covertly to see if she would be turned off by it. I wouldn’t mind, I could cum other ways, but I was thrilled to see her first taste turn into a second and then a third and then I stopped counting as she made me mindless with need. Although her tongue lacked technique, she made up for it with enthusiasm. I ground my clit against that eager little tongue and lips and I knew what she meant about the tingling toes part in no time at all. It had been too long, too much of a tease, too much of a wait to let myself wait, to prolong the feeling of the massive orgasm building inside of me. I wanted to mindlessly scream out the feelings she was causing inside of me but instead I pulled away as she sent me over the edge and grabbed her shoulders pulling her up to cover my body with her own as I bit her shoulder and muffled my cries and screams into her neck. My body convulsed against hers, my legs wrapping around her body as I continued to shake, grind, and thrust against that delicious body. Rolling and rocking against each other I came twice before I released my grip on her and allowed my body to come down from that incredible high.
As I panted in her arms I looked up to see her eyes glistening. Alarmed I reached up to catch a tear with my fingertip and asked “what’s wrong?”
“That was so beautiful” she said as she smiled through her tears.
I held her as she cried against me. It was beautiful, it was the beginning of what would become an incredible and life long relationship.