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CaptR -> Cont. (3/20/2017 9:33:44 AM)
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Taking a step back, holding her hand at arm's length I have her turn to take in the view before me. I do love her in riding pants but this morning a change in wardrobe is required. Leading her into the barn by a ring on her collar I take her into the tack room. On a hook are the leather chaps I bought her for the motorcycle last Christmas. Not as form flattering as her pants but more functional for what I have in mind. Her questioning look makes me smile. "Won't that be hot over these pants Sir?" I reply "They won't be over them, you're going to take them off." "But...." My finger touches her lips " I know, you've got no undies on and the saddle is going to stick to your sore bottom. I'll tend it after we ride." She gives me the "devil" look again. I watch as she strips out of boots and pants. Amused, I help her don the chaps. Next her boots go on and she bends at the waist to pull the leg zippers down over them. I can't resist putting a finger between her exposed cheeks. Stopping, still bent over she says "Oh.." allowing me to to run it between her moist labia. "Will it be THAT kind of ride Sir?" She asks. "Maybe" I say "We'll see what happens."
Last night was fun but my little equestrian was not allowed to orgasm. Given no sex during the hectic work week and her role in last night's play, she's ready for a release. As I'm wont to do, I have a plan.
We have a large pond on the farm where the kids fished when they were little. I built a screened in gazebo with a high ceiling last year by the western end under the trees. We have drinks there in the evenings when the weather is mild with friends who visit or when we want relax together after work. I have a hand winch mounted on one of the supports that feeds a cable and hook hanging from an eyebolt in the middle for the lantern. Heavy duty and if you didn't know it's true purpose you'd accuse me of over engineering. That is my planned destination after a ride around the farm.
The cat slinks by with what looks like last night's kill. "Gross" she says. I'm thinking good, I won't have to mess with it. It's funny, she'll hunt with me but the "City girl" in her excuses herself from the "work" after the hunt .... and from any normal animal related clean up, except for the horses. She'll clean stalls better than Hercules at the Augean stables without the rivers and look good doing it.
It's time we saddle up and I give her a leg up. She lets out a low hiss when skin meets leather. The sun is over the trees and her black saddle has gotten warm. I smile just a little wickedly and ask if she's tender. "Bastard... Sir" I give a laugh and we start off walking the horses toward the fields.
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