It was my first day of horse back riding lessons. I was so excited. I had ridden horses when I was a young girl but that quickly stopped after I fell off of the horse and broke my arm. Now it is 30 years later and I never lost my love for horses and everything about them.
A month previous, I saw the advertisement on-line for private horseback riding lessons. It was located on a private estate in the mountains and the rates were very reasonable. I guess they accommodated for the fact that they were in a remote area and it would be a hardship to commute there. The pictures on-line were breath taking. It was a ranch with a classic red barn and log cabin style stables for the horses. The lush green hills and grassy fields were beautiful. The riding trails were superb looking too. One of them looked like it went to a great waterfall. The picture had people on horses near the waterfall and others in the water swimming. I became very excited.
It seemed perfect. I was finally in a place in my career where I didn't have to work 7 days a week and now I was officially starting up a hobby.
My husband has always had a fetish for boots and riding outfits, so he was excited to help me pick out the outfit. I agreed to let him make the final decision and he picked out some very nice outfits but they were tighter than I wanted. Since they were very comfortable, I eventually agreed. On the night we purchased the outfits, I modeled them for my husband at home.
"Try that one on love," he said.
I wiggled into a tight riding pants that was tan colored. Then I put the long black leather boots on followed by the tight top which exposed my upper cleavage.
"That's it baby, spin around" he said, "Niiiiiice." He stared at my legs, ass, tits, and nipples like he was seeing them for the first time.
I changed in and out of the outfits and my husband ended up masturbating while watching me in his favorite lounge chair. Sometimes he would tell me to slow down or to turn to a certain angle. I couldn't help but giggle about all the little details he requested.
Now, while wearing the long black leather boots, tight tan colored riding pants, and no top, I got down on my knees in front of him and watched him close up as he touched himself. His cock was engorged with his veins and his head was swollen like a large knob. He had a specific technique that he obviously mastered while growing up. I gently kissed his rod and breathed heavily on it. It was almost as if I was worshiping it. Then I slowly licked it. I licked it up and down and swirled my tongue around the crown. He squirmed in his chair as I managed to send electric shocks throughout his body.
"Oh yes, Baby. That's it. I'm gonna cum now." he said in a raspy voice while panting and becoming sweaty. His eyes got that glassy look and a I knew that was it.
I never let him come in my mouth, since it tastes awful, but I let him come on my face. He likes that. That stupid porn. It gives people weird ideas. Who would enjoy cum on their face. It's humiliating.
I closed my eyes and I was surprised at how much cum he produced. It was as if the fetish made things more intense for him. My face got drenched with his cum like I never experienced with him. All that warm sticky stuff made it hard to open my eyes. I looked up at his face and smiled broadly as a large strand of cum stretched between my lips.
"Oh my God, Sweety, what the hell was that?" I said.
While huffing and puffing he said "I know. I have no idea how that happened. I have never made that much before."
My husband attributes his riding outfit and boot fetish to growing up looking at magazines and an old movie when someone spanks a beautiful blond in a riding outfit. I think it is weird how fetishes are born. Something happens during an unpredictably impressionable time in someones life and then the rest is history.
I called the facility and a man named Smith answered. He had a warm soothing voice and a hint of a southern drawl.
"Yes , Ma'am. We have you confirmed for a lesson with me next Saturday at 9am. Please make sure you have your ridin' outfit and most importantly the helmet. OK Darlin'?"
"I can't wait," I responded. I felt like a little kid before my first real horse back riding lesson.
I told everyone at work about my new adventure.
The single girls in the office joked that I would meet a real cowboy and get swept off my feet.
One of the married girls named Miriam privately shared with me how she had an affair with her horse trainer for a few years before she broke it off. She said it was a very passionate affair and her training time was interlaced with intense erotic quickies around the facility. She said it was the best sex she ever had and her husband never found out. She warned me to be careful and how some of the ranch hands can be sexually aggressive and to watch my back.
Miriam mentioned on one occasion when a ranch hand cornered her in the barn when they were alone and became sexually aggressive with her. He pinned her against the wall and he told her he knew about her affair with the trainer and that he would tell everyone about it, in which case she would "get a divorce and the trainer would lose his job". He blackmailed her into giving him a blow job in the barn, and by the time they finished that, he conned her into letting him fuck her. He covered her mouth so she couldn't scream and ordered her to take off her top and pants. He had her keep her panties on for some reason.
"He was like a wild animal," Miriam said, "and I felt so guilty because I came three times with him inside of me. I just couldn't help it. It was amazing. While I was still wearing my panties, he placed me on the hay and laid on top of me. Then he roughly entered me. Next he took me really hard with his large penis and he insisted on me having an orgasm before he did. After my first orgasm, which I tried to avoid, I quickly came again unexpectedly. It was totally intense. He was relentless and he just kept powerfully thrusting away into me. He insisted on me keeping my eyes open and looking into his eyes the whole time. I just gave up at that point and enjoyed the ride. I have never felt anything like that since. He had so much control over his orgasm. It was amazing. He lasted forever." Now whispering, she said, " I felt too guilty since I enjoyed it so much, so I didn't report it. I always had a rape fantasy. Doesn't everyone? " Miriam asked.
I noticed that her nipples were now poking through her blouse.
"Ahhhh....no," I told her. "Why was she telling me these things" I kept telling myself.
"That was my last day there and I never went back." Miriam told me while whispering. She now has secret fantasies about making love to her trainer and the ranch hand at the same time.
"Charming. Too much information," I thought.
She was teary eyed by the time she finished the story and I was surprised since she was conservative, quiet, and the type that goes to church every Sunday. I guess we are all human. The most repressed are sometimes the most wild and uninhibited.
"Of course I won't tell anyone about our conversation," I reassured her.
Still, it excited me about the possibility of experiencing some raw sexual energy. I developed brief fantasies about what the trainer would look like, and how the ranch hands would be lusting after me with each step I took. I imagined what it would look like as I bounced on the horse in my tight outfit with my nipples pointing through the shirt and my hips and thighs jolting on the horse's back with each gallop.
On the night before my lesson, I made love to my husband and I sat on top of him and bounced on him until he was spent. I usually don't like that position since it goes deeper and bangs against my cervix, but for some reason that night it felt fine. He wanted me to "ride him", so I did. Ride'm cowboy.
On the morning of the lesson I took a long bath. I grabbed the water spraying handle and directed it on and off of my clitoris a few times. It felt really good but I wanted more so I made the spray stream come out harder. I was now squatting in the tub repeatedly passing over my sensitive area, over and over again. The temperature oscillated between cold and hot. I noticed some swelling and redness. While taking deep breaths, I gently squatted up and down which somehow always does the trick and provides me with an intense orgasm. Today was no exception as I gasped for air as my pelvic area jolted back and forth quickly and strongly as I bounced in my squatting position.
