NOTE: This story takes place roughly eight months after my first story "Bella's Subway Ride". The subway story is not necessarily a prerequisite, but you'll enjoy this more if you read the subway story first.
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"Horse-back riii-ding!" Susan hummed in a sing-song voice, as she and her friends entered the stables.
Susan had relatives at a ranch, who would occasionally invite her and her girlfriends to spend about a week there. Susan was visiting with her girlfriends, Sarah, Bessie and Bella. As they made their way to the stables, Bella thought about how great it was to be invited to the ranch, to be able to get away from the busy city life for a few days. Bessie and Sarah had been here before. This was Bella's first visit to the ranch, and she was grateful to Susan for inviting her.
As they entered the stable, she saw that a few guys were already there, and George was among them. She remembered the way they had spoken about George before their trip. When they were getting ready, Bessie had asked Susan whether "gorgeous George" was still at the ranch. Susan had nodded, and they had squealed in delight.
"Who's gorgeous George?" Bella had asked.
"Oh, you'll see for yourself. One look at George and you'll be over that idiot Mark," Susan had said, referring to Bella's now-ex-boyfriend Mark. Bella had smiled politely. She didn't want to tell her girlfriends that they needn't bother helping her get over Mark. In order to "get over" someone, you need to be in a relationship with them first. What she had had with Mark was more like a one-night-stand that lasted four months.
"Good morning," George said, approaching her, bringing her thoughts back from Mark to the present. "Need some help getting on the horse?" Bella readily agreed. She was a somewhat experienced horseback rider, so didn't need any help with the actual riding. But being a petite girl, she could use some help getting on the horse.
When she had met George at the ranch, she understood the nickname "gorgeous George". At six feet three, he was exactly a foot taller than her, with had an athletic body. He didn't have what could be called a classically handsome face, but had kind, deep blue eyes. What she found most interesting about him was that, unlike other handsome men she had met, who tended to be self-involved jerks, George was kind and nice to talk to. He was attentive and courteous.
Standing behind her, George put his hands on Bella's waist and started to help her mount the horse. She felt a tingle of excitement when his hands touched her. There was undeniably chemistry between the two. When they were introduced, he seemed quite taken with her. She was attracted to him too, but had no intention of being a "notch on his bedpost" (or making him a notch on hers, as the girls had seemed to imply when they were gossiping about him).
As Bella's body rose higher in the air, George's grip on her waist loosened. She slipped down a little, and his hand started moving up her body, inching towards her underarms and boobs. She felt him taking one hand off her waist, and cupping her buttocks with it. His hand was large and covered almost both of her butt cheeks. As she spread her legs to sit on the saddle, she felt his hand move forward a little, so it was touching her vagina. As she sat on the saddle, his hand sort-of lingered on her private parts for a second or so, and then was removed.
For a couple of seconds, Bella sat there, allowing the surprise and shock of what had just happened to sink in. George had just touched her ass and vagina!! Should she confront him about what he had done? She looked down into his eyes, expecting so see either guilt at what he had done, or the arrogant smirk of an asshole who had just copped a feel. What she actually saw surprised her. She saw a pair of friendly blue eyes looking back at her. Waving at her, he smiled and said "Enjoy your ride."
Bella's outrage gave way to confusion. Had he really molested her? His hand was slipping up her waist, what else could he have done? Should he have just let her go, and risk her falling to the ground? And the touching had barely lasted three seconds; his hand had not lingered on her body any more than was strictly necessary. After a couple of seconds of consideration, she decided not to make a big deal out of it. She smiled and thanked him. As she set off on her horse ride, she just shrugged the incident off and put it out of her mind.
Except that she couldn't put it out of her mind. She was wearing tight jeans over bikini panties, so his hand had touched her over two layers of clothing. But she found herself imagining him touching her there without any layers. This sent her imagination soaring, and caused her to feel very horny. It had been two months since her breakup with Mark, and her body craved sexual release. Plus, being on horseback didn't help matters. She felt the horse moving between her legs, the movement and the rhythm sending small jolts of pleasure up her body. And so, to her utter embarrassment, by the time her horse ride was done, the inside of her panties was a gooey mess. Some of her cream even spilled outside her panties and coated the inside of her jeans. Fortunately, they were a dark shade of blue, so there was no visible stain.
She cleaned herself up and tried to put the whole incident behind her. But the subject of George came up once again that evening, when she and her girlfriends were sitting in Bessie's room after dinner, and chit-chatting.
"So Bella," Bessie said, "Has George fucked you yet?" She asked the question as casually as one might enquire about the weather.
"WHAT?" Bella retorted, trying to look as indignant as possible. "No, he hasn't 'fucked me yet'," she added, doing a mock imitation of Bessie's words.
"Oh come on," Sarah chimed in, "The chemistry between you two can be detected from outer space. Besides, it's high time you put Mark the Moron behind you and moved on."
Bella thought about her affair with Mark. Mark was a guy in her office whom she liked, but, being an introvert, hadn't done anything about it. Mark, who liked her too, used to flirt with her but hadn't made a move on her either, probably because he didn't know how she felt about him. Then, eight months ago, emboldened by her little adventure on the subway train, Bella had started flirting back with him. The sexual chemistry between them had built up to almost unbearable levels, until one day Mark invited her into a secluded part of the office which was unoccupied because it was being renovated.
They had gone into an empty conference room. Mark had removed her clothes, made her sit on the conference table and performed oral sex on her until she climaxed. He had proceeded to fuck her twice, once missionary style on the table, and once doggie style by bending her over the table. That had been the beginning of what Bella liked to call their "fuckathon". They would sneak into empty rooms in the office, whenever they were taking a break or after office hours, and have wild, kinky sex.
However, as their affair progressed, what started as an exercise in mutual pleasure slowly became an exercise in Mark simply taking what he wanted. It was interesting how he frequently had some meeting/work to attend and only had time for a quickie or a blowjob. And so Bella noticed the intensity of the passion reducing from her side. When she found out that he was screwing around with other girls in office as well, she was almost relieved. When she confronted him about it, he honestly admitted to it, and didn't make much of a fuss when she broke up with him.
In retrospect, Bella wasn't mad at him, because, to be fair, they had never discussed exclusivity or anything. But when she told her girlfriends about his infidelity, they got all pissed and started calling him names like "moron" and "jerk". Bella didn't bother correcting them. There's no easy way to explain to your girlfriends "It's OK girls, I only enjoyed fucking him, and am fine with both of us having moved on." So she went along with the insults. She didn't really miss Mark so much, but sometimes missed having a man in her life.
"... takes them to the tool shed," she heard Susan saying, bringing her thoughts back to the present.
